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Ohio

January 27, 2022

Grey skies and light flurries with dangerously cold temperatures on the way. Meanwhile at the library, a middle-aged man is braying about spreadsheets.

Film Notes

Hiroshima, Mon Amour

Lovers speak in monologue and monotone. They thrash and sulk in shadows.

Journal

Middle Path

Ohio. The snow outside my window is melting as soon as it piles up, and there might be a lesson here.

Ohio

January 21, 2022

Blank skies, single-digit temperatures, and the sun goes down at 5:38pm. Here in the Middle West, I’m filling the quiet with books and music, absorbed by text and sound in ways I haven’t felt in years

Ohio

January 18, 2022

Clear skies with highs in the mid-thirties, and it finally snowed last night.

Ohio

January 16, 2022

They’re calling it a “Saskatchewan screamer,” this weather system moving across the Tennessee Valley.

Tracks

We Need New Gods

An old track that I made from a pair of half-speed classical loops, a lot of reverb and crackle, and a touch of Joseph Campbell

Ohio

January 14, 2022

There’s an old Roman maxim that fear gave birth to the gods.

Ohio

January 12, 2022

There’s a waxing gibbous moon and omicron everywhere. Ronnie Spector died today.

Ohio

The hum of machinery you could see.

Another frigid and atmospherically pointless day without any snow. My brand new cassette tape arrived.

Ohio

January 10, 2022

Wind chills in the single digits and still no snow. If I’m not paying attention, I can push commas around for hours.

Ohio

January 9, 2022

The grey skies of January continue, the moon is in its first quarter, and I bought a tiny telephone.

Ohio

January 8, 2022

I woke up wondering if I would live my life any differently if I measured my age in days or hours instead of years.

Ohio

January 7, 2022

At a meeting in a church basement, I encountered a fine collision of the sacred and profane.

Ohio

January 6, 2022

Temps in the teens and a light coating of snow. Time gets funny when you start losing people.

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