Ready for some rain, again

hello fediverse

Imperative programming is comfy

Hoping the kitty I’m watching will start snoring again, my recorder is ready this time.

coffee crash

sun, sun, rain

Respect to the end of Totem Pole on Sidewinder by Lee Morgan

rain, sun, rain

sun, sun, sun

rain, rain, rain

Radio advertisements slapping away sustained thought on the coffeeshop stereo. I’d like a real-life ad blocker.

Each piece, alone and then together

Feathers dripping dry from the drainspout with a new thought on his lips: this is tedious.

Some clunking machine at the coffeeshop is in perfect sync with the pop song playing on the sound system.

Oops! The magic smoke has arisen from the tweeter.

No space for space

I don’t hate fun… …I think?

It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood.

away from keyboard, chair, life, etc

Best way to write programs: turn off the computer.

Spring clearing

Glue my grandmother’s earliest ancestors onto the inside of an enamel urn.

rain

Recordings mingle with the present

Recordings erase the space around you

the context is an input

heard a bird

“As HANNO says, ‘My music is a universal hymn to the primitive pain and pleasure of being human’”

My coworker started chatting over wall this morning as we were both on the same server investigating something… it’s the best chat client haha

John Wall didn’t own a sampler until he was 40. Life can go ways, it’s good to remember.

Sweet little squirrel skittering across the telephone lines in the snow, not slipping too much

Whenever I write O_RDWR it makes me think of Martin Crane

“the decline of being into having, and having into merely appearing”

taku sugimoto’s since 2016… down, deep… into the depths… pitch-sound-forms…

the beauty as it flies

Here comes the train, through the twigs while the birds wait

“Took my ride”, says Maurice.

The library is so peaceful

Kory Reeder - if the thought evaporates #nowplaying

Hello to the train pulling through the park on its way to the grain mill.

The spider friend in my bathroom waved at me.

Somewhere I read that changing location, like entering a room, can rejigger neural pathways so that some thoughts and memories are somehow associated with the space. It’s the same for me when picking up a laptop. My purpose feels clear until I open a blank web browser window and my mind goes blank, too. In all the moments where I’m drawing a total blank, and then suddenly the thoughts come easily again: maybe that’s my brain looking for the room it was in before.

Starting (again) to work on something very old, I discovered it modulates up by a halfstep twice. Up, up, done. Maybe I can work in some extremely slow contrary motion, too.

I like it when I’m too distracted to want decide what to play, but there is a tape waiting to be flipped since yesterday.

Once, or possibly never

Experimenting with going out at night and doing nothing much is a tentative success so far.

Today I have a feeling of déjà vu except it’s a nightmare and it’s happening in real life.

The soundworld of the river in February is pretty different from August. There are so many sloshy water-type sounds right now. I suspect some of it is actually fishes vocalizing. So hard to tell!

The last entry in my voice memos is a 436 minute mp3 recording documenting a period in the life of my pants pocket.