Currently daydreaming mid-grind Monday about the absolutely incredible show last Friday. FM Ike and the rest of Wowza in Kalamazoo played the theater in New London, MN. They were a beautiful swirling caterwaul of barely controlled oblivion with a Neil Young cover thrown in to boot. Simply amazing. And such incredibly sweet people. Truly a night to remember.

This morning I experienced the worst bout of sleeping paralysis ever, and I've had indefinitely numerous experiences with it. This was the worst. Thought I had died or at the very least experienced some type of stroke. I kept trying to look at my phone and I could feel my arm picking it up moving it in front of my face but I couldn't see it. It was like my physical body didn't exist. I could see my bedroom, feel the warmth and the light, but my body was no longer there. Felt like it went on for about five minutes. Then it hit me like it always does: oh, I'm just trying to wake-up.

Shit man, sorry to hear that shit’s still going on.

I’m just cleaning my basement to try and encourage a less cramped workflow for recording music. Sweeping along the drum riser and under the keyboard and shit, I remembered that scene in Secret of Nimh when the owl wakes up, before he shakes it all off and flies away

Bees win once again:

I'm studying two languages right now from mostly texts alone - Le fascisme rouge, a 1934 account of stalinism by the anarchist Voline; and Die Konservative Revolution in Deutschland, Armin Mohler's classical work.

If you as an anglophone wants to study the easiest possible language, pick French. It's amazing how much passive vocabulary does for you. The syntax is very similar too. Pronouncing it the standard way makes my throat hurt, so I'm adopting a different style.

A rather different deal with German, which on the other hand is closer in some ways to my own mother tongue. For partly historical reasons, the two countries being culturally entwined for many centuries, Swedish and German share many cognates, and the way words are formed makes sense to me in a way it probably wouldn't to those who don't have this background. It has still presented a peculiar kind of barrier. Like Japanese, German likes to embed clauses within clauses, so that often you need to take in an extended block of speech with several subclauses in order to comprehend what's going on in the first part of the sentence.

Still my initial advantage is undeniable. I don't want to think about what the experience is for like a Thai speaker to comprehend and pronounce a word like "überdurchschnittlich" or "Verwirklichungsversuch", but to me it's like yeah nothing strange here.

So much I could say about this spell in Australia, but boy do I ever enjoy AFL. Cracking sport.

Today I was driving down the road and a family of 4 was standing in the middle of the road gawking at nothing. They saw me coming, but proceeded to turn around and continue to stand in the middle of the road. I stopped, and gave them about 10 seconds to get their act together, but they just continued to stand there. In the middle of the road. Gawking at who knows what. So I blipped my horn and they decided that standing in the middle of the road with traffic approaching is a dumb idea. And then they had the nerve to get bent out of shape about it. This is why I hate leaving the house.

One bathroom I cleaned this morning had a really strong, rancid pee smell and the memory of that smell is still in my nose this evening.

Responded to a Craigslist ad about a Volvo 240.

Deep cleaned the fridge.

Emailed my plumber about getting a new toilet.

Turned 50.

ErikG wrote: Mon May 29, 2023 7:06 pm Responded to a Craigslist ad about a Volvo 240.

Deep cleaned the fridge.

Emailed my plumber about getting a new toilet.

Turned 50.

Happy birthday fella.