At the end of each week, I usually collate a lightly edited collection of recent comments I’ve made on social media, which I think of as my public scratch pad. I find knowing I’ll revisit my posts to be a positive and mellowing influence on my social media activity. I mostly hang out on Mastodon (at post.lurk.org/@disquiet), and I’m also trying out a few others. And I generally take weekends off social media.
▰ Had an MRI for an old wrist injury, and yes, throughout the noisy process I thought, “I think I have this album.” Just wasn’t sure if it was by Mark Fell or Zimoun, or someone whose name I’d forgotten. And despite the racket, I did fall asleep, much to my surprise.
▰ It occurs to me that popcorn is the rare food item for which the sizable majority of the times I’ve eaten it has been in the dark.
▰ I feel another burst of blog evangelism coming on, but for the moment I’ll just say that if you’ve been thinking of starting a blog, then take this message as a sign that, yes, you should start a blog. In short: help make the web more human.
▰ Just under two weeks until the 700th consecutive weekly Disquiet Junto music community project. It’ll begin on May 29.
▰ That thing where you update a favorite piece of software and immediately notice a new issue that you know is gonna cause their support line a heap of pain for the next few days
▰ We’re living in a golden age of movie/TV scores, not just the quality of the music, but the availability of the recordings, especially as it regards TV, for which album releases didn’t exist back in the age of vinyl/cassettes/CDs at the scale they do now.
▰ A beautiful sunny day means plenty of emergency vehicles flying by on their way toward the ocean
▰ Finished reading the first Bosch novel, The Black Echo (my ninth novel of this year), while in the back seat of a car headed south from very Northern California, the sort of zone where handmade roadside signs announce the future site of an imagined state of Jefferson. When the book ended, I immediately and seamlessly used my phone as a modem so I could — despite a weak signal and thanks to a library system at that moment still a five-hour drive away — put the second book in the series, The Black Ice, on my Kindle, and settled right in. Almost halfway done already. Also making progress on Anna Lowenhaupt Tsing’s The Mushroom at the End of the World and Sandro Veronesi’s The Hummingbird.
