I am resting my brain and conducting a managed retreat to the outside world. Except, of course, I’m not actually resting my brain, I’m trying to supercharge it in the right direction.
I briefly looked at Threads, out of pure curiosity after reading an article, and that application is deranged. Apparently it doesn’t matter who you follow or how many people you follow, the feed is entirely algorithmic, shifting constantly depending on what you read on it, and is therefore a nightmare stream of late-stage machine-curated entertainment for human victims.
OPERATIONS: clearing up the boards, rewriting an old pitch document, assembling the shape of everything I have to get done before the end of the year and putting a list of every artist who’s asked me to write something for them up on a new board. Also digging out the notebook for PROJECT ROANOKE, because it sounds like the artist will be ready to get back to it in six weeks.
STATUS: Grey linen trousers, shirt and jacket, and a breathable shoe – I actually got summer right this year.
An hour at the coffee shop and I had the story title I was looking for.
READING: finished BIOLOGICAL WAR: A SCENARIO, Annie Jacobsen (UK) (US+) last night
LISTENING: FISHERMEN’S SOUVENIRS, Teresa Hackel / Eiko Yamada
LAST WATCHED: rewatched BUGONIA
DRINK: Birds And Bees summer ale
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