Yeah, haven’t actually written too much lately, instead letting the Twitter module take over & capture the fragmented thoughts of any given day. Night time has been spent experimenting with recording, incrementally carving, remapping, knob-twisting, and the like, moving slowly–…
Now that I am wrapping up My Infinite Summer, mulling over Pemulis’ footnote-expulsion and wading through Gately’s ‘post-default-setting-violent-encounter’ recovery, I turn my mind to the next book. And just to re-iterate that the universe takes care of its own, another…
…have to admit they’re getting better and better: more time, more adventures, more recording, more reading; Lucian talking-without-talking, walking-without-walking, all those secret hybridities that come from a mind stretched between a baby and a child. Towards the end of today’s…
So interesting thing sort of just happened… I was too tired to tackle the “music” music tonight (though I got a few ideas off a deep-listening to the scratch tracks), so i decided I should play with some of Logic’s…
Oh, yeah, come all ye faithful reproducers of sonic phenomena. Just glanced through this article, The Death of High Fidelity while I was researching the foibles of mixing specifically for the mp3 format. I had just bounced down a few…
Something that I have — through experience — thought myself: Multitasking is bad for you {from CNN, from Hivelogic}: “Compared with those who rarely used more than one type of media at a time, heavy multitaskers had slower response times,…
On the eve of my dear wife’s Citizenship Ceremony I have a few moments to untangle the skeins and make sense of august, the most august of months: playground of the leo; birth day of my daughter; string of sleepless…
So, those in the know know that today was Iryska’s Citizenship Ceremony … we were both running on a wave of coffee and adrenaline over a deep and wide sleep-deficit (like, Mariana Trench style), but coasted through in fine form…
A quick post I should have finished a while ago… while hiking through our wonderful mini-desert, almost in our backyard, with Mr. Lushkin strapped firmly to the chest, we had the occasion to see some of the cooler, wilder wildlife…
It is late, it is early, it is difficult to decide. I am hungry, I am wasted, I am aching, I am wired. It is dawn somewhere in the world, right now, this moment. I have a pulsing vein in…