The feeling when the sense of disappointment that you left your coffee in the car is deepened with the discovery that you left your coffee at home
Impenetrable Absurdity
The longer I live, the more I like this guy: In a world whose absurdity appears to be so impenetrable, we simply must reach a greater degree of understanding among men, a greater sincerity. We must achieve this or perish. To do so, certain conditions must be fulfilled: men must be frank (falsehood confuses things), free (communication is impossible with slaves). Finally, they must feel a certain justice around them.
When your daughter makes you a treat. Clever girl!
Dead Leaf Echo
Listened to Dead Leaf Echo tonight for the first time, via Apple Music. Their recent full-length album Beyond.Desire is there as well as several EPs and a much earlier LP. Possibly their full catalog is on Bandcamp. The sound was in a sweet spot for me. I heard sounds that reminded me of Cocteau Twins, My Bloody Valentine, Swervedriver, Love and Rockets, Kitchens of Distinction, Bailter Space, and others. When I read of all the bands they have toured with, I was disappointed I hadn’t listened to them sooner.
I remember loving Pointcast and installing it on home and work computers. At the time I also loved HotBot and Internet Explorer and WIRED Magazine and A Declaration of the Independance of Cyberspace.
And Techno.
Initial diagnosis 72 hours ago. Remdesivir Treatment began 48 hours ago.
The deceit and the disrespect is astonishing.
So… possible frost this weekend. Just realized we need to get out the weatherstripping. Seems like a we just took it down a few weeks ago.
I was reading some “Dad Jokes” to my daughter.
She said, “Poppa, can you look up some jokes?”
The Halloween Tree
I love the novel The Halloween Tree by Ray Bradbury. It was one of the early young adult novels I read in my life, and possibly my first exposure to Ray Bradbury as a youth. As a boy it was the first time I had deeply considered death. What I appreciated most was the historical scope and sweep of history, but I won’t lie that I don’t appreciate being so deeply mislead about Samhain.
Danse Macabre, Op. 40
My love affair with Danse Macabre began in elementary school. Mrs. Otten played Halloween songs on the piano and we sang from mimeographed lyric sheets. I was introduced to parts of the melody via a song called the Halloween Song, which has stuck in my head ever since, because the refrain includes singing the letters that spell the holiday. It sounded a lot like this YouTube. I’m certain my teacher played a copy of this very recording.