There was a day, probably in the very early 2000s, when I used a 3.5” floppy disk to access a file, took the disk out, put it away, and never used a floppy disk again. An era suddenly ended and I didn’t know it. Sorry, yes, I’ll have fries with that.

“Nothing says chronic pain better than deer with shattered chocolate antlers.” - Out-of-context text to my ladyfriend

Bill Evans in the first 45 seconds of All Blues = trillin’ like a villain.

Real talk, though - if I'm out alone at night and somebody I apparently don't know at all whispers "please adore me" near enough for me to hear it, that moon ain't turning to gold.

I think it's time we all reevaluated our beliefs about further ado.

Mitch Mitchell not taking over as The Who's drummer after Keith Moon died is one of the great missed opportunities in rock.

"Move your hips as if you were the reflection of a cloud on the surface of a lake." - yoga instructor this morning

“Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory” and “A Clockwork Orange” were the “Barbie” and “Oppenheimer” of 1971.

Just FYI, A-ha has put out eleven full-length albums.

“A life filled with <brass section honk>, that’s what I love.” - A Tribe Called Quest

I was today years old when a yoga instructor relieved me of years of feeling inferior by saying that it’s physically impossible to actually get the hips straight during warrior one.

David Grey: the Joe Jackson of the 90s?

I have been in a serious love affair with sauerkraut lately.

Another one of those weird Seattle days where if you were outside underdressed for too long you’d get a sunburn and hypothermia.

I had a CD back in the day of a jazz singer who wasn’t well known but managed to get Ron Carter in the band. There were reviews of singer in the liner notes to which Carter contributed: “If you can find a better singer, give me a call!” I still think about that from time to time.

I confused Todd Rundgren with Peter Frampton and had to be schooled by a student of a music class I was teaching. Something something beat on, boats against the current.

Traditional masculinity points: Threatening to knock me out: +1 Doing it because your mom told you to: -1

I’m choosing to believe that having moss growing on my car counts as owning a house plant.

Dear Gemini: I remember when you were Coleco.

I like to think that Xordle clues and respective solutions, taken as a whole, tell a certain story about a particular slice of humanity.

In the fullness of time, all music that is the product of the coordinated, simultaneous efforts of multiple human beings physically interacting with physical instruments for the immediate enjoyment of other humans in their proximity might be considered "classical".

POV: nobody seems to know wtf POV means

Current favorite TV quote: "Otis, will you therapy me?"

Sipping fluids, looking to the right.

Just spent a few unsettling minutes struggling to remember the word "burlesque".

The withholding of a cigar is a useless way to coerce my accuracy.

That should not be surprising, and thus, not surprisingly, it’s not surprising.

Oh, Tommy James and the Shondells wrote THAT song, too? Huh.

Do one thing a day that offends you artistically.

Itsy Bitsy Spider v. Sisyphus from Greek Mythology: discuss.

Kinda like 555-xxxx in place of potentially real phone numbers, it'd be nice if film & tv didn't use real iPhone alarm/call sounds. I'm watching to AVOID my responsibilities, not be reminded of them.

Me: check for updates Windows: you're up to date as of like 3 hours ago Me: clicks "Check for updates" Windows: oh, here's like 15 updates to download & install Me: does all that Windows: you're up to date! Me: clicks "Check for updates" again Windows: oh, here's like 8 more

Mad at Marconi Union for putting vocals in their tracks like people shouting JUDAS! at Dylan when he went electric.

Europe, Asia, and The Outfield are all the same band in my mind.

“This Is Not a Toy,” says the instructions to the Dyson v11, which 6-year-old me would 1000% have run around the house brandishing like a laser hand-cannon.

Just watched the Billy Joel doc on a flight. For crying out loud, we need mandatory annual audits on managers of big-selling artists.

Life goals: the bear on the Sleepytime tea box.

“That seems like a bait shop soda.” - We Made It Weird out of context

Hollywood rules: 1) the children are the parents and 2) the therapist is an interrogator.

I’M HITTIN’ THE BIG TIME BAYBEEEE

I like my coffee how I like my post-nasal: drip.

On a scale of 1 to Lenora Street between 1st and Western, how rough are things?

Of course I get the spirit and the value of “there is no past or future, only the present”, but I think sometimes it’s merely an unhelpful or even harmful trick of language. There is no past, but there WAS the past. There is no future, but there WILL BE a future.

Lowkey worst three words in the English language: CLERK HAS RECEIPT

I endeavor to live my life with the same clarity as a reporter pronouncing the "b" in "billion".

When I went on a Slip 'N Slide for the last time, I had no idea it would be the last time.

If nothing else, “Nobody Wants This” is nice for Kristen Bell constantly saying my name.

Sometimes I feel like my relationship to the world is as tenuous as iPhone’s Voice Memos’ to Apple Car Play.

RIP D'Angelo. Scrounges up a few hundred bucks in the mid-90's, buys a 4-track, composes virtually his entire debut album on it. That (along with our astrology sign) is about it in terms of our parallel lives, but I will always aspire to make something as great as Brown Sugar.

And just like that, I switched to americanos.