The inside of this U-Haul office smells like weed and I’m here for it.

Podcasts are dumb.

Low down, boiling bullshit. I got that low down, boiling bullshit. Found some bullshit and put it in a pot. Boiled it down really good until I got… that low down, boiling bullshit. I got that low down, boiling bullshit.

The real Treasure of the Sierra Madre was the friends we made along the way.

Being online and on apps feels like a deeply unrelatable experience despite the fact that vast majority of us are constantly experiencing some version of it. Social media existentialism feels pretty limp.

Punk and post punk emerged simultaneously.

This is a big deal. Spread the word. But it’s tiny compared to the totality of what’s happening at NIH. Cure Research for all cancers, Alzheimer’s, everything is being gutted. Intentionally. It’s all getting burned to the ground but the news isn’t getting out. The new cures won’t be there for you.

Many mornings, as the sun hits the east window of our bedroom, my cat comes and snuggles up between me and my wife, then rolls over onto his back while I pet his belly. The sun is almost too bright for me, but I can see his neck fur vibrating as he purrs, a grin on his face, his paws curled over.

Smart points about the function of public institutions, and, more specifically, archives which are now or will soon feel gaps in funding. Throw open the door to the public, archivists, or start boxing up the collection you oversee for private ownership. pluralistic.net/2025/03/19/s...

Jacques Pépin is what the French call Pepper Jack.

More Myself is out today. You can hear it now on the streaming services and can buy it from me on Bandcamp. Check my bio for the links! • #earthfault #newmusicfriday #minimalsynth #synthmusic #darkwave

When we take our eye off one of the hundred catastrophic, world-altering changes afoot! www.wired.com/story/net-ne...

All you creative geniuses out there, eat a damned salad, take your vitamins, and go for a fucking walk.

Cabo Boing, aka Brian Esser, an artist I’ve been following for 20 years, makes amazing, outrageous music that inherits Devo’s mutated futurism and filters it through the lens of millennial horror into something utterly unique. Pinballing rhythms churn behind clownish synth and funhouse vocals. Aces.

Snaps from a recent synth meetup I helped organize. Gathering with friends with common interests - yes!

This is Zookraught from Seattle. They burst with energy while they play and their music is very exciting.

This is ISYA from St. Augustine, FL. I take photos at concerts. Black and White. Usually electronic music.

I still enjoy cubes, and I like posting about them when I can.

Did you know that cold weather comes from space? ❄️🔭

My elderly cat having an epiphany when I put a flannel shirt over his makeshift nest on the couch on an uncomfortably cool day. “Science,” he whispers, as he drifts into a nap.

Disorienting to watch the news aggregators that have been blasting a fire hose of boiling hostility across their feeds for the entirety of this exhaustingly long election cycle smashing to “everyone’s, like, the same, man” coverage just in time for mega shopping. 🖕🖕

Participating in this decentralized platform as it starts to gain traction makes my feral internet heart smile.