The corner, claimed.

Meanwhile, at Parenthetical Recluse… Of rain and a practice resumed

EarBliss 10jan2020/AM: THE GROUND OUR SKY, by Saariselka; AZATHOTH, a dark ambient collaboration from Cryo Chamber.

Yin/Yang/Kinda

That moment when you start to open a container of bacon bits but recall that you perhaps, maybe, already opened one the other day and, upon opening the refrigerator, find it to be so.

Meanwhile, at Parenthetical Recluse… Towards a saner personal internet, maybe

EarBliss, 09jan2020/AM: AN ARK FOR THE LISTENER, by Philip Jeck; BECOME DESERT, by John Luther Adams.

Feeling the Force, approximately.

EarBliss, 08jan2020/PM: ATLANTIS NATH, by Terry Riley.

Current rotation, 08jan2020.

EarBliss, 08jan2020/AM: UPROOTED, by Michel Banabila; PROMITAT ETERNO, by Bastarda.

Morning sanity fix: saving The Far Side RSS feed for last.

Meanwhile, at Parenthetical Recluse… I read the news (with breakfast, again), oh boy

EarBliss, 07jan2020/PM: THE UNDIVIDED FIVE, by A Winged Victory for the Sullen; BLOOM, by Areni Agbabian and Nicolas Stocker.

Assembled.

Highlight of the week so far: making really tasty cauliflower chowder.

EarBliss, 07jan2020/AM: BLACK CORNER DEN, by Atrium Carcieri and Cities Last Broadcast; EPISTASIS and KONTRAPOETIK, by Maria w Horn.

Meanwhile, at Parenthetical Recluse… Returning: rhythm of the day, slowly

As I attempt to outwit this mouse, an acceptance that I am in danger of becoming Bill Murray in CADDYSHACK.

… and a chance to experiment with longer posts here.

Hi, I’m Tyler. Over the last 15+ years, I’ve managed to convince myself that I’m a writer. I’ve written and published two books and am in the midst of my third, my first novel; to balance the slow with the quick, I also publish daily posts (Mon-Sat, with a newsletter on Sunday) to my main site, Parenthetical Recluse. As for why I’m here, I once tweeted that I’d gladly pay for a space where I owned my data and where my content was more than a coin dropped into the slot machine abyss of outrage and advertising. Time to put my money where my mouth is. Glad to be here.

Despondent Morkie

”I have to write, but in such a way as to vouch for nothing; I shall always be seeking, mostly doubting, rarely trusting myself.”

— Cicero, via Michel de Montaigne, “An apology for Raymond Sebond.”

Meanwhile, in Informalities… Beware the Five Beeps…