The 30’s is when the dysmorphia sets in. First you’re thinking “damn, I look great”, and then you turn 40 and what you see in recent pictures doesn’t agree with your ancient self-image of fitness. Motion sickness hits in the mid section. You’ve become plagued with the grotesque and never noticed, though you always suspected. […]
Haha. Haha. Hah. Ah hah. Hah. It’s raining, and my 40m ham band reception at my apartment is S9+ across the entire f’n band. 20m is S6, and it’s currently dead at 11pm CT. And there are broadbanded birdies every 60KHz, some right on top of the FT8 subbands. And I even experimented with running […]
For me, this weekend was all about decadence, the pursuit and expression of it, the sudden decision to go to San Francisco to see a friend on her birthday. For the most of the weekend, it was three of us, old Austin friends, gathered to hang out, spend time, enjoy life, eat some amazing food, […]
FWIW, nobody gives a damn about 47. Just an FYI. But that’s OK. Because a friend is celebrating her somethingth and I’m flying out to SFO for the occasion later this month. AFK. BBIAB.
28 years after release, 19 years since discovery, 16 years since “Lost in Translation”, My Bloody Valentine’s “Sometimes” still pounds in my heart as a lost dream of what can be and what could be, of thick nights, of dreams and wishes and warmth, of the fuzz and fur and the longing and the satisfaction. […]