Are You Looking For Me?

You can find me in the weeds.

I see no future from here.

There’s nowhere to run but the past, but even memory delivers just a cold embrace.  The act of un-knowing oneself into unknown, tree-falling-in-the-woods being: is this any better than oblivion? I am not thankful. I am so sorry. I have loved and I love, I am un-knowing now.

walking in and out

i’m walking inside and outside of circles. is there an optimism in that? it’s seasonably sunny, today.

i finished that Scott Walker doc, and enjoyed Argento’s Inferno the other day. Also watched the second Paradise Lost doc, renewing my barely existent interest in the ongoing West Memphis three etc., etc.

i really, really hate attending the zen meditation course i take weekly. i hate chanting and i hate bowing and in this particular context, i hate gongs.

it really doesn’t matter what mitt romney sez on c-span, today. it’s better i go out for a trot.

memsipo tetes

des exercises

i’ve turned the page on the day, looking ahead to buffalo mozzarella.

i punched the clock at the ymca and weighted myself down. whether i’ll subsequently submerge or immerse myself with bathing and grooming is an entirely different question, if also a telltale sign. can someone solve a mystery for me? can somebody decode past my symptoms, into my circuits? this is the wrong place for this kind of writing.

on hold again

further withdrawal. nothing vultured, nothing quenched since my last relay.

i’m thinking a burst of exercise is in order, shortly.

today i have experienced a realm of customer service telephonics that seems like a weird, 21st-century extension of Kafka’s The Castle. (The Castle‘s always been my favorite, for whatever that shit’s worth.)

memory detritus

names and dates.

encounters.

records lost in the move.

sifting quarters from the change jar.

there’s things i’ve gotten wrong, even as recently as today.

waiting, holding, on the phone. customer support. patience is appreciated.

you can reach out with a telephone. you can imagine swallowing it. and with it, every unwanted iteration of you. maybe.

anybody’s story but mine works fine. too bad they cancelled The Chicago Code, i kinda liked that slop.

The Numero Group on WFMU (via Numero Group: By The Numbers)

Michael stopped by WFMU this morning to talk up our little operation and play music from forthcoming releases. You can listen here, just scroll down to 1:25 and click the pop up player. Playlist: fathers children linda who's gonna save the world numero group 1:25:47 (MP3 |Pop‑up ) fathers children dirt and grime Who's Gonna Save the World? 1:30:31 (MP3 |Pop‑up ) fathers children who's gonna save the world who's gonna save the world 1:34:07 (MP3 | … Read More

via Numero Group: By The Numbers

that red grand funk album is really actually good

finally spinning side B, and it sounds great. it’s like if you really always wanted Free to sound a little more like Helmet.

well, not really.