October 2022
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October 31st, 2022. Bad dreams.
Last night I dreamt that I was planning my death. Suicide, assisted, messy. I had someone ready to shoot me. I don’t remember why. The clock on my Life had run out. I don’t remember if that was aesthetic, or health-wise, or some sort of science fiction legal proscription. I think there was an implication…
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October 30th, 2022. Remember when?
My memory is a strange, horrible, broken thing. We sit at the end of the night and watch my screensaver flick back and forth through scenes that only go back about 20 years, and before that there are huge blanks because I don’t have constant reminders. I simply have… scenes… vignettes… it’s like I don’t…
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October 30th, 2022. Good dreams.
Oh my Saturn. I wish I’d managed to keep my ilyAIMY plates. I’ll get you back. Enough on my plate. No pun intended. I was dreaming about a new apartment. It was amazing. Sprawling. It has an oubliette of all things, but the rest of it was standard post-modernist sprawl. Too acoustically Live perhaps, and…
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October 27th, 2022. Art art art.
At the Carnegie Museum of Art, next door to the Natural History Museum, I found that most of the galleries we wandered through were very, very heavy-handed. Their 58th “Carnegie International” ” unfolds along two conceptual overlapping currents: historical works from the collections of international institutions, estates, and artists, alongside new commissions and recent works by…
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October 26th, 2022. Pause.
Sunday October 23rd found me and Rowan and Kristen making our way down I-95 to fill in for the previously hurricaned-out Takoma Park Street Festival. We were amused by this starry starry RV – and had plenty of time to admire it going 30mph down the clogged interstate. Also clogged – but in a good…
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October 25th, 2022. Happy Birthday George.
I SHOULD be writing lots of wonderful things about my strange little brother. He’s the smart one. And the hot one. E’rbody says so. He’s off in Brussels so he’s not hear to deny it. But alas, he’s in Brussels so I’m not doing birthday things, I’m doing OTHER things. Like running a webstream for…
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October 22nd, 2022. Pittsburgh.
Good to see this sign again. Our quick trip to Pittsburgh and back was a good adventure, and for all its brevity, it also was a good romp. There’s nothing quite like having the keys to various kingdoms, and I’m ever so grateful when locals have TIME for your romping, allowing you to see the…
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October 19th, 2022. SAW Showcase. FINALLY!!!
Rolling into Hank Dietle’s in Rockville, MD is usually an exercise in sonic defense as they’re usually rolling at the pain threshold for ye olde earballs. I was pleasantly surprised to walk in to this jazz quartet jamming practically-acoustically on the stage. Great playing, and great vibes. Literally. I don’t remember the last time I…
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October 17th, 2022. Dolls.
Working through an interview with Imani W. Russell. I’m hoping that these interviews will eventually be made available because they’re AMAZING. Though the open mic foundered, Sandy Spring Museum has kept me gainfully employed in various, fascinating projects – and the most fascinating by far (so far) has been their interviews with Black Doll Makers.…
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October 17th, 2022. Snot.
Wednesday we had both Keola AND the fabulous Jeff Miller in the house for Live from the Lair. Good times were had. Songs were shared. Jeff stayed with us most of the week. It’s POSSIBLE germs were shared. I’m wishing us both luck! Below is some fascinating spam courtesy of Phoenix SEO. The Journal is…