The Other Brook
Once and future writer, audio engineer, video producer, photographer, web person, Commedia dell'Arte character. Recovering Technologist teetering on the edge of becoming a Soilpunk.
He/Him
Media is my message.
For some reason I just remembered how when our son was 10 his friend's dad took them to see Spielberg's film Lincoln, but he thought they were going to see Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter and so he spent the entire movie waiting to find out which members of Congress were secretly vampires.
Went out to see a guy I'd talked to at the bar play country, both covers and originals, and he was really good. There were six of us in the audience, so I'm really glad I showed up.
God save the Plums
In the fascist icebox
You saved them to last
Potential breakfast
God save the Plums
They've already been eaten
There is no future
In cold fruit saving
No future
No future
No future for plums
No future
No future
No future for you
No future
No future
No future for plums
No future
No future for plums
It's probably a bit too early in the season to wear a straw hat. But I do look cute in it.
It's a beautiful morning and while I drink coffee I'm using the internet to read about how bad the internet is for everything I care about.
Yesterday, at about noon, I saw a dark colored dog with short legs running up the hill. Then there was another that looked just the same. That's when I realized they were coyotes, out for a jog.
Kegels kegels kegels
I made you out of clay
If it can't be air fried it's not worth eating.
Oh hey. My Cake Day on Reddit was six days ago and I totally missed it. That feels like progress.
I really am not enjoying how frequently I see a news aggregation site and one of the top stories is about a celebrity a few years younger than me dying.
The cider apple trees have arrived. Don't tell the deer.
The purple raspberries are out of the pots and into the ground.
I'm so old I remember when "Best [Insert Category Here]" lists were actually hands-on reviews of products and not just an excuse for a bunch of Amazon Affiliate links.
Legally changing my name to Chip Shortage.
Yesterday I cooked lentils. Today I cooked pearl couscous. What small, round thing shall I cook tomorrow? Peas?
I barely heard Traffic's "The Low Spark of High Heeled Boys" on a bar playlist over the crowd noise last night, but it was enough for the song to take possession of mind as it always does. So today when I'm reading a Wikipedia article about the UK band The Locomotive having a minor hit in 1968 with an original ska song "Rudi's in Love" and see that their saxophonist was Chris Wood who later joined Traffic, I start following links related to my morning earworm.
And that's how I learned Dave Mason died three days ago. He didn't write "Low Spark" — that was Jim Capaldi — but he did write this gem, which Joe Cocker did a fantastic cover of. I'm trading one Traffic earworm for another.
Supposedly it's only like 30% humidity outside, but we just got so gross doing not a whole lot of physical labor I took a second shower. I wonder if up here in this kind of bowl above the city we've trapped a layer of moisture because it feels way more humid than that.
I've never really thought about it before but now I'm wondering why the cake in "MacArthur Park" took so long to bake. I mean if it was a really big cake I suppose it could take an hour or so, but that really isn't that long in the grand scheme of things. Still a shame to just leave it out in the rain like that though.
I made a big pot of really delicious coffee and then 2/3 of the way through it my wife pointed out I'd accidentally used the decaf.