EarBliss, 20jan2020/PM… FAREWELL, DOOMED PLANET!, by Elizabeth Joan Kelly.
Meanwhile, at Parenthetical Recluse… ThoughtBuffet, 20jan2020
EarBliss, 20jan2020/AM.. ON TIME OUT OF TIME, by William Basinski.
It’s cold enough that the dog-children emerged from their blanket forts on the couch only when they heard their food hit their bowl.
Sunday visit / faux cat selfie
Current rotation, 19jan2020…
Newsletter 0085 is in the wild. The week is done.
They’re certain that their mother just woke up.
EarBliss, 19jan2020/AM… THE WHITE HORSE OF THE SUN, by David Terry and Eye Spirit.
Typing = excavation / writing by hand = taking a brush to what was found.
In brightest day, in blackest night…
On to GEARS OF WAR 2: finally played the first one a few months back to see what I was missing. I’ve seen it, and it’s on through the series I go. Hooked.
Meanwhile, at Parenthetical Recluse… Into these refuges of time and sanity
EarBliss, 18jan20/AM… SATIE: SOCRATE, by Barbara Hannigan and Reinbert de Leeuw.
(This week, man, this week.)
EarBliss, 17jan20/PM… THERE IS NO YEAR, the latest album from one of my favorite bands, Algiers.
”Challenging music, by its very nature, alienates some fans whilst inspiring others, but without that dissonance, there is no conversation, there is no risk, there are no tears and there are no smiles, and nobody is moved and nobody is affected!”
— Nick Cave, in this morning’s Red Hand Files newsletter, on the risk of losing fans with his new sound.
EarBliss, 17jan2020/AM… CONTINUUM, by Nik Bärstch’s Mobile.
Meanwhile, at Parenthetical Recluse… Anniversaries / THE WITCHER / Fresh ink
Fresh ink / Because when it came time to finish my Shadow/fountain pen/Bride of Frankenstein lab sleeve, the only words that deserved permanence were those of Leonard Cohen: “If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.”
Fresh ink and sleeve completion awaits.
Meanwhile, at Parenthetical Recluse… Towards a quieter personal internet, again
EarBliss, 16jan2020/AM… TEMPORAL, by Julia Kent.
Retrieved a cache of toys from under the couch and the dog-children are ecstatic. Dog-dad powers, activate.