With Em, Matt & Maddy.
(Previously.)
t.A.T.u. Was Robbed
But a good night was had in the process.
ION: I caught up with my old arch-nemesis TAFKA Robert Henley last Friday. It was great. Love that guy’s work. No, seriously.
I am still not dead. Better, even.
What else? I’m going to New York next month. I’m going to Thailand in November (probably). Then I’m going to Geneva in December. I might go to Norwich also. Toots has a friend there she wants to visit, and I want to read Adam Tenex’s novel which he’s apparently too lazy send to me.
Adventures FTW!
Can’t complain.
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Muffins
For reasons which may or may not become clear in the fullness of time, I have decided to start a postal muffin service.
If you would like a muffin, send an email to muffin@trystingfields.com clearly indicating:
- your name
- your postal address
- what kind/s of muffin you would like (please note: although your preferences will be taken into consideration, no undertakings are made regarding what kind of muffin you will actually receive)
- your best theory as to why I would send a muffin pro bono on demand to any random who requests one via the internets
- any questions you have
- any additional information you feel inclined to share.
If your submission appears genuine (no timewasters, please), I will endeavour to send you a muffin through the post at the earliest opportunity.
UPDATE: Dedicated webpage.
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Hooray For The Existential Condition
I think we just Realised something. Finally.
It’s quite good; could be a keeper.
Thanks to the weird amalgam of Toots, 2003 & Wads that I dreamt about last night. And also former operative Hawthorne, in an incredibly perverse but not unpoetic kinda way.
4/5, etc.
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What Is This Thing?
I’ve been living here for three years, and it’s never even occurred to me to wonder what this thing is.
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Timeslippage
I spent yesterday evening migrating to a new phone.
(I lost my iPhone in a taxi a few weeks ago. Deep down I wanted to lose it. It was cursed by association.)
It’s a Nokia 6300, the same phone I had from October ’07 to February ’08.
I bought it again because I liked the first one a lot. It was the first phone I’d owned with a vaguely decent camera, a voice recorder, substantial storage capacity, and the ability to talk to my computer. I captured a lot of audio and took a lot of pictures with it, and posted a lot of both here.
Thems were happy, phoenix-from-the-ashes times. Could Has Art. It was great.
There was a lot of acid around then. Maybe that was a factor. Who knows.
(The whole record-some-audio-take-a-picture blogging formula continued, in a more standardized way, through the subsequent winter via the MacBook I got when my eMac died, around the same time that Wouters – sick of hearing me whine about nasty text messages from J that I didn’t want to read – killed the aforementioned old Nokia by dropping it in a glass of bourbon & coke.
Different era, more complex & difficult, but in its own way equally good.
Then – in a seasonally trend-bucking turn of events – everything went to shit when Spring hit, and life stopped. Couldn’t Has Art.)
The phone died, but its memory card survived.
Going through all of that old media last night was reeaal interesting.
I think it’s time for some psychedelics.
Teigan’s Subconscious Has A Plan
I don’t entirely understand it RN, but it seems solid. It’ll work.
So stop digging and chill the fuck out, man.
Give your brain some credit.
We’re gonna be okay.
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In Cyclical Terms, Right (Redux)
Went under: May ’06.
Came up: July/August ’06 (thanks, cactus).
Went under: April ’07.
Came up: August/September/October ’07 (protracted ascention courtesy of Ms J Hawthorne).
Went under: November ’08.
I don’t know where we are right now, which means we’re still basically down. Life is BLAH. But we’re a hell of a fuckload better than we were in January–February (shudder). Progress occurs.
I’ve – yeah – never talked directly about this stuff here much in the past. (Edit: except at the very beginning, I guess.) I don’t know why I am now, or if it’s sensible. Talking about badness just feeds into it.
And insofar as I use my blog as a kind of metaprogramming tool, being too explicit generally isn’t productive. Sleight of mind, dude. Ever heard of it?
Teigan’s ego is addicted to saying too much.
I just got nothin’ else to talk about RN. The only thing I really care about is getting out of this $%# hole.
Which is kind of the problem.
FFS stop digging and chill the fuck out, man.
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