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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