All new breathing: after a sludgy weekend, the head-cold breaks, just in time for a return to the workweek. Sniffled & cleaned much of the weekend, to less than hoped result.
At one point I consulted the Oblique Strategies, which stated: “Not building a wall, but making a brick”. I thought, ‘Yeah, exactly”, but now I’m not sure how small the brick is supposed to be. Maybe I need to go back further: “Not making a brick, but finding the mud.”
Minor Seconds blog is at full ebb. Summer seems to be the slow season by far. But then last fall was when things really got cooking around here, following a similar silent phase, so–
I’d concede to feeling pretty uninspired and generally drained for a while – for reasons probably already sufficiently alluded to – but I hope to brighten the creeative corners, and fall is always a favored season for that. Whether or not this translates into swole blogging will remain to be seen…
Shortly, I creep in to 30[s]. Son of Sam Hain, get yourself back!
Out of want for an appropriate and efficient modality for quick blags and general micropithyness, and with some inspiration from Minor blogcrush Vander Yacht, I’ve christened my ship in the waters of Twitter:
In the non-distant future: Nelson Angelo & Joyce (1972) will be rediscovered, and be a lot of people’s favorite (un)lost classic record (or at least, one of mine)
Yesterday afternoon I spent the afternoon working in the gallery I used to call job; at the desk of the past. Here’s an interlude against self-pity and stress-stoking, in celebration of slow time.
Discussing marriage and last names, after arguing in favor of offspring taking Mother’s last name (as opposed to Father’s), I considered a better solution to a dilemma of the post-patriarchic (and non-hetero) Partnership: Children’s last names should be a Combination of the Parents’.