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I have way too many windows and tabs open, and it’s bloody freezing. Switching everything off until I get some focus back.
I was sure I had this on CD, but I can’t find it, or find a copy on Amazon, so I’m pinning this up here so I can find it when I need it.
So yesterday I blasted out a draft of the tv document, then went downstairs, grabbed my notebook, and started a consult job, filling probably a dozen pages in the notebook, and then went to bed. Forgetting to put my alarm on. It seems I slept for nine hours and forty-two minutes. I am not yet in my body.
“I got support through the weather to make space music.”
- Lee Perry, in David Toop’s OCEAN OF SOUND
Lab mode. Everything for at least the next ten days is development and invention.
I’ve spent most of the last two days in couch potato mode, with very little useful mental activity, punctuated by bursts of physical activity curtailed by weather. In theory, I watched most of three BOTTOM shows and rewatched the BOTTOM docu, but honestly I retain very little about them and suspect I was just staring into space most of the time.
I have a stack of magazines to go through tonight. Unsubscribed from a couple more newsletters. Thinned the RSS subs a little more. Putting myself on a new music purchase ban for a little while, aside from specific collections I’m trying to make. Same with books, I think – my Kindle unread/part-read pile is too big.
Switching to internal resources, is how I think of it. I have to pull a lot of stuff out of my head over the next ten days, and I don’t need to get distracted by shiny new things.
Listened to this before sleep last night via the Bandcamp app – I’d forgotten I owned it.
I have now purchased 1413 records through Bandcamp, apparently.
SPIRIT EMULSION on MUBI.
Made in 1987 a long time after the studio’s heyday this is an affectionate look at the golden years of Hammer Film Productions – the later TV work is ignored.
Gazing across a river at the human world from which she came, Chihiro turns translucent and almost disappears altogether: as if by losing one’s sense of place, one also loses any sense of self.
Well, the wind is still booming – thirty mph gusts and wind chill is taking the temperature down under seven degrees. But I had to heel in twelve raspberry canes on Friday, and they need to be properly potted up. So I’m downing one more coffee and then heading out.
Newsletter went out. I’ve got the place to myself today, so it’s urban-farming and then thinking time. I’m starting to want to tinker, which is usually a sign that I’m getting usefully bored.
The weather is against me. Finally got to take the pitchfork to the giant mound I need to dig out and flatten, and my hands were useless after twenty minutes. The wind chill is crazy, even through gloves. I’m going to give it an hour, try again, and then maybe just dress some plants instead.
(Icy rain just blew in. Maybe not.)
So I’m killing time by zeroing out my RSS reader and thinking about how I still wake up terminally frazzled.
Easing down to sleep.
hanami, which in Japanese means flower viewing, and it is precisely at the beginning of spring when all the cherry trees come into bloom and create an intoxicating and entrancing spectacle in the Japanese streets.