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week 12, joy as an act of resistance

March 26, 2020

poetry in the time of a global pandemic?

chickens rooster jerk alert

wash your talons you gnarly squirt

 

 

 

Tar baby

My love wears me under his fingernails

Ten delicate black crescent moons.

I cling to him like hot tar.

Oil and skin mixed with tobacco, meat, wine, salted butter.

I am the rests of our feasting.

Held hostage in 10 tiny cells.

His teeth and lips release me

Only to gnaw at my mean.

I’m more savory the second time around.

I’m the tar, baby.

author’s note: please, no matter how much in love you are, please don’t eat the nastiness under fingernails, thank you

This past week I found myself wanting to read a novel in Spanish either Eva Luna by Isabelle Allende or Cien A~nos de Soledad by GGM. I own both yet they remain in my cold storage back in Chicagoland with the rest of my possessions (minus the few I’ve accumulated since my flight from there in August 2016.) Thus I will order one of those books online from an indie bookstore. Recommendations? 

Idles’ Joy as an Act of Resistance was absolutely not what I expected. I didn’t expect anything specific and most definitely not pop punk punk pop. Kinda angry. Kinda cool. I could see myself enjoying a set by this band if I walked into a bar with zero expectations. I think Rowan would dig this band. I found a couple tunes that I enjoyed and one, Cry to Me, that makes the playlist.

2020 Playlist (so far and in this specific order) 

  1.  Time by Jungle
  2.  Severed Crossed Fingers by St. Vincent
  3. Lemon Glow by Beach House
  4. 666 by Bon Iver
  5. The World at Night (for Stew) by Walter Martin
  6. The Place I Love by The Jam
  7. The Great Pretender by Brian Eno
  8. Hot Freaks by Guided by Voices
  9. I Like That by Janelle Monáe
  10. Spare-Ohs by Andrew Bird
  11. This is To Mother You by Sinéad O’Connor
  12. Cry to Me by Idles

“joy as an act of resistance” what does that even mean no sure especially right now I suppose I’m resisting no being freaked the fuck out. Hunkered down here in NorCal our county is still COVID19-free. Have you seen Chunk? He makes me happy. and joy continues to allude me especially when resisting freaking the fuck out.

Proving comfort to my family by cooking (including to grown a sourdough starter that I might’ve killed yesterday). And other foodstuffs like pink peppercorn scones por ejemplo. Yummy with the chicken soup. Also roasted chicken and veg, chili, meatballs and a grandma pie (with meatballs, duh) plus focaccia and tonight banana bread.

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Pink peppercorn scones

All the beasties here at the Murphy Ave. Menagerie are alive and well. Although as of yesterday the toddler has a cough and congestion. The dogs, the cat, the chickens, the rooster, and all the birds in the back yard including a new visitor this week the Red-winged Blackbird. That bird looked totes basic then I saw some brilliant flashes of red on the wings and I was all like “What in the flip??? That’s no basic Blackbird.” A little bit of research later and was able to identify the bird. Pretty neat. I received my fancy new monocular a couple days ago and have only used it a couple of times so far because, well, I need a lanyard for it so to have it at hand when I puttering around in the yard. Yes, puttering.

This week I’m feeling grateful for Tim sharing his bagel making live and online. I also feel grateful for my former colleagues ’97-01, a group of ladies that still keep in touch and call themselves “The Brunch Bunch.” They reached out to me as a founding member of that group and have scheduled a HH this week. One pleasant outcome of this global pandemic to motivate connecting in this way and I’ve seen many such moments pass through my Twitter stream. I feel happiness about the easy idea of (re)connecting with those ladies and am very much looking forward to the HH.

journal as diary as daily log and list to do various days this past week I barely left my bedroom today feeling a bit lethargic thinking about the Common Grackle not inspired to venture out at all this pen is leaking. I thought I would take a roadtrip or a trip and I didn’t and I’m fine here watching the birds. Dreams of struggle with the toddler a rope swing and big, brown bears. nothing to do and a few things to get done. What’s kookoo birds is that I imagine doing so many things in moments while not doing anything. 

This coming week I will listen to Sufjan Stevens’ new album, Aporia. You know he’s one of my all time favorite artists and yes that goes against the parameters set herein about 12 weeks ago. And, wow, shit (read EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD) has changed tremendously since then. Thus forth I will pick artists and their new-ish work that I adore. done and done.

How empty this white world outdoors would look without all these wings. (Sarton, 1973, p. 127)

 

week 11, what a week right?

March 17, 2020

March 17th, 2020, 8pm, Crescent City, NorCal

I’ve checked in with many of my people around the world and everyone reports doing alright.

Given the current state of things and after giving last week’s artist and album: 13th Floor Elevators – The Psychadelic Sounds of The 13th Floor Elevators a cursory listen I made an executive decision to invite one of my all time favorite artists, Sinéad O’Connor (Magda Davitt), to the playlist. Also, after listening to about 30% of The Psychadelic Sounds of The 13th Floor Elevators, I 100% confirmed that I have never nor never will get down with the “psychedelic rock” and “jam bands.” I find the music annoying, boring, and similar only to itself and nothing else that I enjoy hearing at all.

By a unanimous vote, this week’s entry onto the 2020 Playlist is a beautiful tune that Sinéad O’Connor tweeted and one that I’d not heard before, “This is To Mother You,” released in 1997.  

2020 Playlist (so far and in this specific order) 

  1.  Time by Jungle
  2.  Severed Crossed Fingers by St. Vincent
  3. Lemon Glow by Beach House
  4. 666 by Bon Iver
  5. The World at Night (for Stew) by Walter Martin
  6. The Place I Love by The Jam
  7. The Great Pretender by Brian Eno
  8. Hot Freaks by Guided by Voices
  9. I Like That by Janelle Monáe
  10. Spare-Ohs by Andrew Bird
  11. This is To Mother You by Sinéad O’Connor

Hey, what else is new? Oh wait a global pandemic. You know what’s not new? @ds106radio #ds106radio that’s right kids since my last update the radioheads have poked out and over from all corners of the globe. So far we’ve heard from @easegil, @jimgroom, @mgershovich, @rowanpeter, @draggin, @bryanjack, @scottlo, @giuliaforsythe, and @noiseprofessor. And Paul Bond teaching a #ds106 course right now and still using the DS106Radio as curriculum/tools/fun.That has made me really happy. Dare I say joyful? To hear my friends and know they are all healthy, doing exactly what they should be staying home taking care and (re)connecting to the old rusty DS106Radio tower. Listen here if you like. And Google if you’re curious about our little online circus that is hands down the most unique, special, creative, and joyful place on the interwebs. 

In food news: sour dough bread starter began on 3/12 and is looking decent. It won’t be ready to make bread for another 10 days or so, but I’m hopeful and certainly have the time to FEED IT. In the meantime I might try my hand at making bagels. Remember bagels @jimgroom?

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In bird watching news: this week I spotted in and around the Murphy Avenue Menagerie a small group of European Starlings, a BALD EAGLE soaring overhead, and five American Crows (enough for a murder?). I also ordered myself a monocular using a gift card present as a thank you for a reference letter for a former colleague. hastag always managing, Manager  

Found myself #soserene and more than ever grateful for all the ways to connect with and explore via the world wide web including my most recent favorite CritterVision #live YouTube channel.

In local, global pandemic news: so far in Del Norte County there’s no known cases of COVID-19. Being a good GenXer, I’ve been in isolation my entire life (haha), but really here much more than normal. We’ve loaded up our back porch larder and my brother the master gardener is working diligently not only on our own garden, but on several in the community. Everyone in the house is healthy and taking it easy. Smooth chill (for now and hopefully forever and ever) as much as possible with all the beasties roaming, snatching, toddling and beyond.

This coming week I’ll be listening to an album I elected myself from the KEXP666 list because the title jumped out at me for obvious reasons. And the band I’ve heard of but am zero familiar.

58. IDLES – Joy as an Act of Resistance 

Lastly, keep doing kind and decent things and being good to yourselves, and those you care about and read Thoreau’s words.

To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.

Affect > infect.

week #10 with Andrew Bird and others

March 11, 2020

midday, a Tuesday and the house is quiet inside while the family is off on an adventure and I’m tinkering off and on in the yard: fed and watered the chickens, relocated the humming bird feeder, filled the bird feeder in the backyard, made a makeshift bird bath (which is too shallow, I know)

week #10 was a week of birds, Andrew Bird among the prettiest I heard. Andrew Bird’s album Armchair Apocrypha is excellent and filled with whistling. His whistling? No idea, but I did thoroughly enjoy it. One of the best full albums I’ve heard thus far on my weekly exploration of new-to-me music. I bet @noiseprofessor loves Andrew Bird. It was difficult to pick a favorite tune, but one must so “Spare-Ohs” is the one for the 2020 Playlist.

2020 Playlist (so far and in this specific order) 

  1.  Time by Jungle
  2.  Severed Crossed Fingers by St. Vincent
  3. Lemon Glow by Beach House
  4. 666 by Bon Iver
  5. The World at Night (for Stew) by Walter Martin
  6. The Place I Love by The Jam
  7. The Great Pretender by Brian Eno
  8. Hot Freaks by Guided by Voices
  9. I Like That by Janelle Monáe
  10. Spare-Ohs by Andrew Bird

In other bird news… per the recommendation of @jimgroom I watched the horribly boring movie chock full o stars“The Big Year” (2011). Maybe I just didn’t get it due to my beginning this hobby? I’m definitely not going for a Big Year, but feeling pretty stoked about the five finds in the backyard and environs this past week.

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The Red-breasted Nuthatch was the neatest in that it was an entire group of them in the tree over the driveway. Some of the small ones were only as big as my thumb. It took me a few days to narrow down the species options, but after watching a few NorCal species-specific videos on YouTube, I found the species and triangulated it with my new/used book “Reader’s Digest BIRDS Guides to Recognizing Just About Everything in Nature” and the Audubon app (screenshot above). My years on this planet stop me from buying a monocular for birding and other toys just yet. Shit eyesight be shit.

A few months back I treated myself to a subscription to the New Yorker. The first mag subscription I’ve got in many years. It’s getting read by me and an added benefit is that the babe is also a New Yorker reader, when he poops, in my room.

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No joke.

Made Dutch Babies, focaccia x 2. Wrote a reference letter for a former coworker. Maryland lost a few then tied-won the Big10 conference (woo–not great). Made smash burgers for guests, visited the Kid’s Garden down the way and collected greens and leeks (yums). Cooked the ribeye steaks I had salted in the fridge for a few days. They came out over salted, but the au gratin potatoes were excellent. The baby has been super intense in a “I’m growing up and screaming about everything” kinda way. Bugging me out and fun and a whole lot of something I’ve never experienced before. Wrote and mailed eight posts. Last, I applied for and scored a temp gig with the US Census as an enumerator which will (barring any issues) begin end of April. The gig should fill my pot until the next gig. I hope. And provide me enough flow to attend the @reclaimarcade opening fandango. 

What of gratitude and joy? Grateful for time to watch birds. Grateful for @scottlo and @rowanpeter for being vocal about it. Joy pending. In all things, joy pending.

Up next week for new-to-me-tunes:

432. 13th Floor Elevators – The Psychadelic Sounds of The 13th Floor Elevators

No idea what’s in store there. Do you?

Seals smacking their tails. Sea otters floating in the distance. Rock squirrels perched. All manner of sea bird fly dive swim float and sing. Learning the colors here. How the color of the sky and the sea are intertwined, fighting for the color blue.

(Journal, Pacific Grove, CA, 2/29/19)

week #9, I Like That and other stuff too

March 3, 2020

Last week’s post also dropped on Tuesday (or Wednesday) due to other priorities namely my submission for a veteran’s writing program. Maybe Tuesday is the new Sunday? In a life without a fixed schedule and only a defective rooster for an alarm clock, time gets a little wibbly woobly.

Plagued by a 24 hour stomach bug that kicked three of the four human butts at the Murphy Ave Menagerie last week, I confess my listen to Janelle Monáe’s Dirty Computer was less than thorough. Furthermore, I confess that my selection of this week’s song “I Like That” was based on my nephew’s joy (expressed through his little happy dance) while dancing to the song. It’s a snappy, fun song with a decent message that I can mos def get behind.

I’m always left of center and that’s right where I belong
I’m the random minor note you hear in major songs.

2020 Playlist (so far and in this specific order) 

  1.  Time by Jungle
  2.  Severed Crossed Fingers by St. Vincent
  3. Lemon Glow by Beach House
  4. 666 by Bon Iver
  5. The World at Night (for Stew) by Walter Martin
  6. The Place I Love by The Jam
  7. The Great Pretender by Brian Eno
  8. Hot Freaks by Guided by Voices
  9. I Like That by Janelle Monáe

With Wednesday and Thursday as sick days, I spent my time horizontal napping listening to podcasts, reading, drinking broth and eating Saltines. We got a new couch on Thursday. Maryland NCAAMB suffered last week and into this. Opposite of joy. The weather is holding as cool, spring, and dry. Isaiah is working diligently on the family garden and I’m over the moon about having fresh, homegrown food this year. I baked bread and made a huge pot of leafy greens that I collected from the “Kid’s Garden” a local community patch down the street.

Lastly, I downloaded the Audubon Bird Guide app and logged my first backyard bird, the Mourning Dove.

Mourning Dove

Actually there were two together, possibly a mated pair? I’d seen them before back when I was a novice (two days ago) and still thought they were called Morning Doves.  Not sure if bird watching is for me, but watching birds, like watching the cat, soothes me. And serves as a decent foil to the human tornado that is the Menagerie led by the 14 month old babe. I am grateful for technology with a low barrier to entry to learn something new.

 

Speaking of new, next week’s artist/album:

379. Andrew Bird – Armchair Apocrypha

#didnotcheat #serendipity

Coo coo until next week birdies.

 

 

 

 

week #8 what a collage of life, Guided By Voices

February 26, 2020

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not claiming week 8 past, maybe next week, forward thinking now today I made a quote to be done list unquote list and flurry of the weekend that I spent crafting my submission for a writing opportunity 

Check this out, a portion of my personal statement

I’m officially four-months settled into a new role as “Aunt Gigi” to my 14-month-old nephew. Living with family for the first time since I left for the Air Force in the summer of ‘88 definitely presents plenty of ups and downs. Mostly ups because the baby is perfect. Although, he did come into my room the other day and before I knew it pooped a little turd on the floor in the corner. 

Anypoo, the downs are petty growing pains and minor annoyances like the chronologically-challenged rooster who I’ve determined can’t tell a sunrise from a hen’s ass. Pardon the vulgarity darling, but he vexes me so. Between us, I’m waging a sly campaign to get him voted out of the coop. I need only one more vote, but with the deaf dog holding the swing vote, drastic measures might be next.

Hilarious. En serio. ((If not, close this tab.))

I’m looking down at my hands and they seem super veining right now please stand by…

Guided by Voices “Hot Freaks” yes that’s a Morphine-espque quick tune without all that makes Morphine great and yet makes this band GBV (apparently how they’re known) is known. I didn’t delve this past week. I did listen to the entire album and was interested by the collage-tunes and man, dude, I gotta move on. Coming clean heyya. I was focused on that application for a veterans writing program in LA this summer, a screenwriting program ((what?!)) and putting myself out there (where) for the first time ever with a major writing sample and ideas for stories and stuff. A MAJOR BIG DEAL FOR ME and celebrated mostly by me myself and I, as it is. 

And, let’s not get lost all that business because the practice, and why I’m working on this post at 0416 on what I think is Tuesday, but might well be Wednesday make me no nevermind, is a commitment to a goal: gratitude and joy, through music (new to me) one post each week.

So without further anything and stop reading now just start listening.

2020 Playlist (so far and in this specific order) 

  1.  Time by Jungle
  2.  Severed Crossed Fingers by St. Vincent
  3. Lemon Glow by Beach House
  4. 666 by Bon Iver
  5. The World at Night (for Stew) by Walter Martin
  6. The Place I Love by The Jam
  7. The Great Pretender by Brian Eno
  8. Hot Freaks by Guided by Voices

And before I get into what this past week, wt won eek #8? or is this week #8? Still flummoxed by that. ((And now I’m listening to Morphine and all is much better than GBV IMHO, no humble.)) Yowzah. What a week.

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Went to my first backyard party in the neighborhood (see above that (my OG) little dude and his kid on the tramp, so good). That was Saturday. Friday was a concert at the local elementary school, but not little kids. A gypsy flamenco jazz-scenario that the baby was awake for then not then again yes. Prior to that babe walked around saw some things and peered into the practice room where the sax player of that gypsy flamenco jazz-scenario played directly into his face and babe loved it. He’s cool like that.

Food moves this week included a major exciting moment that could’ve only been appreciated like I needed it to be by Tim. It was pita! I used the kinda taxing recipe by the NYT.

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And it totally worked!

Listening in headphones “rain with thunder” between 0600-1000 improves the quality of my day. The rooster is on his way out, Mr. 5x rooooostering every 30 minutes after sunrise-ish. Fucking idiot dick.

The weather is gorgeous here.

I saw five Robins in the tree off the back porch. We’re about to plant tons of seeds for things to eat. The babe was puking-ill and that terrified me to crying. I gave him a bath today and that was nice. Little chub-a-lub. So many tiny moments, little things like one hug and 10 kisses and then the cat getting sick but not on my bed (good kitty) and getting a new couch tomorrow and how the plant in my room is growing on one side and not the other and how grateful I am for the life I’m living right now.

I wanted to tell someone about my adventures, but with no one to talk to they sort themselves out while I sleep, the chaotic mass of images gradually separated out and reduced to essence. (M. Sarton, 1973, p. 119)

Up next week per a few spins of the random number generator:

174. Janelle Monae – Dirty Computer

 

week #7 was February 10-17 and Eno

February 17, 2020

Making my way through Brian Eno’s 1974 album “Taking Tiger Mountain (by Strategy)” I immediately recognized his influence on many of my favorite bands. This is nothing new to me as I’d read about his influence on many of my favorite bands for many years, but had never taken the time to give his solo music a listen.

The album itself, and the music of  “The Great Pretender,” reminded me fully of Siouxsie and The Banshee’s weird little song “Raw Head and Bloody Bones” off their 1988 album “Peepshow.” The Great Pretender makes it onto the playlist, which is available on YT right now and I’m thinking that I will buy all the songs and make a mixtape-of-sorts at the end of the year. TBD.

 

 

2020 Playlist (so far and in this specific order) 

  1.  Time by Jungle
  2.  Severed Crossed Fingers by St. Vincent
  3. Lemon Glow by Beach House
  4. 666 by Bon Iver
  5. The World at Night (for Stew) by Walter Martin
  6. The Place I Love by The Jam
  7. The Great Pretender by Brian Eno

Also off Eno’s album, “Put a Straw Under Baby” captures as a new baby first-time listener what I believe he is largely know for: music, well, instruments, well, making interesting sounds turning sounds into music and such. The harmonium on that song also reminds me of a Banshee’s tune and by that I mean the Banshee’s tune reminds me of the Eno tune. The entire album had me thinking about art nouveau and one artist in particular who’s work I saw in Barcelona (I think). So long ago eh? 

Promenade de Noctambules

Work by artist Theophile-Alexandre Steinlen (1859-1923)

Suffice to say one could write an entire dissertation about Eno. After litely googling him I did not find a dissertation, but did find an entertaining informative decent interview narrative critique dialog with about him written by Lester Bangs in 1979.  For all you who know his work, pretend to know his work, or want to know a little about his work. Enjoy. I did. 

Somehow the Steinlen print plus the Eno work makes perfect sense with Sarton’s “Journal of Solitude” which I am savoring right now and grateful for the leisure time to do just that. Also grateful for the special Valentine’s presents including two plants from my family as I was wanting some green for ma chambre. It (still) feels newly wonderful to be loved and appreciated by my family.

The baby enjoys everything that I cook and I believe is beginning to associate me with the kitchen, Gigi’s Kitchen. I like this and as it continues to grow I can imagine finding joy in being a source of nourishment and enrichment in his mental and physical health, and overall well-being. Right now it makes me happy and that is growing alongside parallel to how quickly he is able to express his life’s force through words and more discerning facial expressions. He’s squatting in the corner of my room right now, pooping. All the feels. And the smells. 

Sun off and on all week, but air cold. Made curry, Bolognese, burritos, and for Sunday Dinner a roast chicken, root veg and black pepper scones biscuits. Family went bowling on Valentine’s Day.

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We had chili dogs for dinner then Isaiah and I watched “Pee Wee’s Big Adventure”. We were a little high after smoking a marijuana cigarette, I must confess. HYSTERICAL.

I am most grateful this week for having the time to work on my submission package for a military veteran’s writing program run out of the Writer’s Guild Foundation in LA. Writing loglines for the first time. Fun, challenging, and my kind of wordsmithing–words as maths. Stitching scraps of ideas and full yet unwritten stories that have only existed in my mind together into 40 words or less feels productive and is rewarding uniquely, and possibly joyful. TBD.

Spinning the random number generator: 192, The White Stripes. Next; 355. Guided By Voices – Bee Thousand. And yet another band I couldn’t pick out of a crowd… until next week.

One of the blessings of my life here is that I can wake up naturally, lie, and think, before being precipitated into the day. The subconscious flows gently through that first consciousness, remembering, putting feelers toward the weather. I nearly always get up between six thirty and seven thirty; there is no great difference between one day and another, but the fact that I have leeway, that nothing need be forced, makes the difference. (M. Sarton, 1973, p. 115)

 

week #6 end of and The Jam

February 11, 2020

Eventually I will stop confusing myself befuddled each time I write an entry in this weekly series about gratitude, joy, and music. I think the problem started when I wrote the first entry on the Sunday at the end of the first week of the year and didn’t call it “week #1.” What was I thinking? 

Sunning on the porch listening to The Jam’s (1978) album “All Mod Cons.” Recognizing the lead vocal, Paul Weller, as one that I dig from their tune that everyone knows, “Town Called Malice.” However, given the question at  pub trivia “Who sings ‘Town Called Malice’?” I would’ve been a great disappointment to my team. 

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“All Mod Cons” is the best overall album I’ve spent time with thus far through my weekly practice. I especially like the tune “The Place I Love” which earns the #6 spot on the Playlist. Also “Down in The Tube Station at Midnight” a song that clearly influenced one of my favorite bands, Morphine.

2020 Playlist (so far and in this specific order) 

  1.  Time by Jungle
  2.  Severed Crossed Fingers by St. Vincent
  3. Lemon Glow by Beach House
  4. 666 by Bon Iver
  5. The World at Night (for Stew) by Walter Martin
  6. The Place I Love by The Jam

Sunday drive down the coast to the first zoo in California. We need to get an atlas for the family. Saw my brother spontaneously and lovingly embrace his lady. The only time I’ve seen this since my arrival in November.

Gents, serious question: when was the last time you spontaneously lovingly embraced your significant other? For the sake of the children please do that right now and on the reg. Show your love through physical affection. We need to feel it and we need to see it.

I wonder if Isaiah was overcome with joy in that moment?

Family Mexican Food Fiesta with a guest. Asian-flavored-inspired chicken soup for the soul and body. One batch of Hungarian crepes that was just about under lock and key due to ravenous late night munchers.

Maryland’s MBB victory brought me great delight. Why delight? What role does delight play in joy? I watched the game at a local pub within walking distance from the Murphy Ave Menagerie (henceforth named). I was asked by a septuagenarian mac plagued by acid reflux if I wanted to quote continue our conversation back at his campsite end quote hashtag nojoke hashtag player hashtag gross.

Young man at the bar: What do you do for a living?

Me: Nothing.

Do you get paid for that?

Yes.

That’s a dream job.

Yes.

I despise small talk. And, that buck got me thinking. Contemplating the question over the last few days. Ask me again.

GNA, what do you do for a living?

I provide comfort to my family.

We had dinner at the table almost three times this week. Up from zero when I arrived. Proud of us for that. Can having the perfect buzz while cooking listening to music kitchen dance party with others, always being a favorite state of being for me and a “happy place” be joyful? How does the introduction of altering substances disqualify that activity from being joyful? Is there a purity around joy? Sobriety? Sacredness. 

Not lost on me the lyric “comfort and joy” from X Christmas song ya. Which one? 

This past week had me recognizing that the constant minute and huge changes in daily life with a baby demand more diligence in recording. I know I’m forgetting important notables and own it to the vast amount of empty space in my mind psyche self-state where work responsibilities taxing toil and grind used to reside if ever it was there–empty drawers and bare walls now. I must take better notes because once a week is not enough now neither is sporadic journaling nor letters and cards to friends that post my inner most thoughts away for less than a buck a pop.

Grateful for the sunshine this week because it obviously positively impacted the overall well-being of all the souls residing at the Murphy Ave Menagerie myself included.

What’s the album for next week? It’s definitely not #236 The Smiths that I’ve unfortunately been force feed my entire life by tasteless mod new wave alt goth individuals. Not #117 “Pretty Hate Machine” as a matter of fact I wrote about my first listen to that album on this very blog. 

548. Brian Eno – Taking Tiger Mountain (by Strategy) let’s do this and stop pretending that you know Brian Eno’s music you gorgeous sonofabiscuit poser 🙂