a stream

(I didn’t complete my re-read of this book, I guess.)

Now

• rewilding my front yard
• working at the same job I have had for fourteen years
• reading a bunch of wild shit
• walking around my neighborhood without my dog, sometimes for miles and miles

Next

• develop a consistent writing/making practice
• sort out the listening log on this site
• sort out everything else on this site
• be social on the web again
• go on some wilderness adventures in the fall

All fours is a hell of a book. Hilarious, ridiculous, not infrequently gross and also not infrequently profound. Feels like it was probably a lot fun and freedom to write this way, but with a huge amount of thought and work under the surface.

Forgot what a smart follow up this is; it builds so well on the first book while exploring so many more ideas.

Finished reading early this morning. Another great one from this author. Review to come?

I had to scroll back through my added albums to last year to find this again because I couldn’t remember this artist or album name. I only remembered the crunchy fuzzy 90s-altrock/shoegazish vibe and that Toro y Moi produced it and that it came out last year and that it had a dog and barfy slimy green and magenta letters on the cover.

My father-in-law is in the Philippines on a work trip and there were pictures shared and discussion of the awesomeness of jeepneys and tricycles in the family chat, so that of course over anything else gave me a flimsy excuse to think of this album and listen to it again, as it doesn’t take very much to make me think of this album and want to listen to it again. And I surprisingly couldn’t resist also randomly sharing¹ in the family chat a modicum of my enthusiasm for the album and Chaz' associated jeepney restoration project.

Will and I watched Back to the Future tonight. Literally dated film, but it’s still great.

I saw several fish swimming in the creek¹ this morning, as many as eight to twelve. A grey ghostly shadowed slow shimmering of fins and scales in a protected pocket of murky water beneath the rough old rock wall, across on the neighbor’s side.² I didn’t think I could capture them sufficiently in a photograph or video, especially at that distance.