7sep26

Right, then.

Autumn’s here, and I’m shifting gears. Massively simplifying, going analogue wherever possible, going back to handwritten daybook lists in the office, and going back to using this as a log.

I’m on the Retro Nano in the office, because I realised that at some point I stopped listening to podcasts, and I have a shitload of music podcasts queued up in the Downcast app on the phone.

Nailed down the rough shape of a un-codenamed project at the coffee shop.

ACCESSIONS:

The last James Ellroy I read was BLOOD’S A ROVER, which started with him babbling about “scald-on-contact tablets” as if they were a thing that ever existed in the world and by the last quarter had descended into complete fucking gibberish. But this turned up on sale for 99p so I thought I’d find out if the old devil dog ever recovered from what very much read like a stroke.

RED SHEET, James Ellroy (UK) (US+)

OPERATIONS: we’re going to try and touch pieces of four different projects today
STATUS: thrown a few old devices out of the office, hunting for the pack of Silvine index cards I know I bought earlier in the year. Inbox: 194

I wrote this book for the ghosts, who, because they’re outside of time, are the only ones with time.

READING: re-reading ANTWERP, Roberto Bolano (UK) (US+)

LISTENING:

SUNN O))), Sunn O))) (UK) (US+)

LAST WATCHED: three old episodes of CALL MY BLUFF, which will mean nothing to almost anyone reading this
DRINK: Flint Vineyard Bacchus 2025

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