November 2022



November 28, 2022

November 28, 2022

The Pacific Time Zone is turning me into a morning person, and I do not like it.

November 27, 2022

November 27, 2022

There’s something so tranquil about an illuminated palm tree. It’s a science-fictional kind of calm.

November 26, 2022

November 26, 2022

Warm Leatherette on repeat as we drive into Vegas.

November 25, 2022

November 25, 2022

Heavy art followed by a fingernail moon over the Rockies as we crossed the Continental Divide.

November 24, 2022

November 24, 2022

A lone tree becomes exciting. A sign for the National Agro-Defense Facility fires the imagination.

November 23, 2022

November 23, 2022

At Cracker Barrel, C. and I discussed Tristan Tzara, Model 500, Basic Channel, and vaporwave over Grandpa’s Country Fried Breakfast.

November 22, 2022

November 22, 2022

Making an oldies playlist like it’s 1995 and I’m smoking clove cigarettes while speeding down I-75 to the Packard Plant or Saint Andrew’s Hall.

November 21, 2022

November 21, 2022

Overpass graffiti, institutional fuckery, and a solid Joy Division cover.

November 20, 2022

November 20, 2022

The strike against nefariousness continues. Mastodon feels wholesome. Veronica Vasicka delivers another top-shelf playlist.

November 19, 2022

November 19, 2022

Cold running. Twitter might be dying. The Menu was an okay movie. Digital ghosts.

November 18, 2022

November 18, 2022

Five days until we drive into the desert. Illinois and Indiana look like fangs. I should go to bed.

November 17, 2022

November 17, 2022

Repetition on a grey November day.