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who rememers the 38th week of 2023 

Why worry? Just exist!
If you're feeling low we can do the twist!

there were more strange motorbicycle scenes outside at 2am on monday night. lots of people rumbling around on motorbicycles out there in the street. some kind of motorbicycle drag racing event. and i am an old lady peering out at them from between the blinds.

this week:

  • yoghurt meditation
  • coffee with and without eggs in it
  • dancing
  • you think i'm never lonely because i'm so cute and popular?

i released an e.p. this week called field disturbances, it's available everywhere. it has a whole philosophical component to it that i haven't written down anywhere and i'm not going to start now.

there's not much going on other than that. i just work and make music.

in some ways this regularly blogging on a Sunday has backfired. i started it because i wanted to write on the blog more often. but if i look back a few years i used to write all kinds of different posts and now i save everything up for Sunday. eh, whatever.

even if in a year or two
someone drops a bomb on you
you won't feel it on the scene
think of the fun we can have in between!

did you know there is a 3emdash and a 2emdash in unicode? look how long they are:

  • em β€”
  • two-em βΈΊ
  • threeem βΈ»

going to go to bed at 9p.m. and get up at 5a.m. tonight, to see what that's like.

in closing, here are the lyrics and chords to the song Greasy Greens by Pink Anderson:

Greasy Greens β€” Pink Anderson
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F (open a, ab, g) [open dgb] [233 on dgb] [3233 on adgb]
F (open a, ab, g) [open dgb] [233 on dgb] [3233 on adgb]

F                F6  F                 A
Folks I'm just a man from New Orleans
Bb               F
Crazy 'bout them greasy greens
A    Bb                  F
If I don't get 'em three times a day
[3 on d] [3 on d] [3 on a] [3 on a]  [4~ on e] [4~ on e] [1 on e]
I'll     get      mad      and       walk      a         way

F           [1^2 on g] [1^3 on b] [1 on e*]
Them greens
F             F7
all I want my greens (they won't stop for the red light)
A Bb            [2 3 on a] F
  Soft and easy            good and greasy
[3->8 on a]                  [4~ on e] [4~ on e] [1 on e]
           Crazy 'bout them   grea     sy        greens

Way down south where I was born
They raised them good old green corn
Sweet potatoes & Black eyed peas
Green tomatoes and pecan trees

But them greens all I want my greens
Soft and easy good and greasy
Crazy 'bout them greasy greens

Mama you can cook your lima bean
you can cook somethin I ain't never seen
But Honey when you fix ya table for me
Ah don't fix nothin but:

Them greens all I want my greens
Soft and easy good and greasy
Crazy bout them greasy greens

That meat you use must be fat
Cook them greens so greasy like that
If you don't use nothin but naturaline
You can't cook no good greasy greens

Them greens all I want my greens
Soft and easy good and greasy
Crazy 'bout them greasy greens

I don't care what your mama don't allow
Bring them greens here anyhow
Soon as I get 'em, honey, I'll be gone
Your mama won't know that you put them on

Them greens all I want my greens
Soft and easy good and greasy
all about them greasy greens

I see greens upon your shelf
You must be saving them for someone else
I hear hissing in your pot
Honey, how much greasy greens you got??

and them greens. all I want my greens.
soft and easy good and greasy
wild about them greasy greens
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2023.w_37

i am not been eating enough. had a great 9/11 this year. celebrated by signing my lease and meeting becky for a picnic. it was a lovely picnic on the heath even though i was 10 minutes late and got in trouble. after our picnic of babybels and quorn we went looking for a bar to get a cup of tea. the Railway told us they couldn't serve us tea because they had no way to wash crockery because the kitchen was being renovated. the next couple of places were closing. the crown gave us a fine, though scant, pot of tea and we had a lovely time. i spent the rest of 9/11 playing beatsaber. i had 4 showers. i changed my clothes 3 times.

tuesday i spent working and playing beat saber. i very nearly went into the office. i did not.

wednesday i spent working and playing beat saber? who the fuck knows

thursday i went into the office. i sat in my special area chatting with my colleague for most of the day, and then we went looking for a bar to get a cup of tea. the teahorse was too busy, as was the next place, and the next place, and the next place. eventually we gave up and returned to the teahorse. but it turns out the teahorse doesn't even sell tea? what a silly name for a bar that doesn't serve tea. we gave up and drank an ice cold glass of garbage.

friday i spent the evening setting up full body tracking in beat saber so i can be one of those cool girls on youtube. i also cooked a delicious chili con carne with This Isn't Beef mince and cauliflower rice. everything in the bowl was a vegetable. it was good. maybe i'll be a vegetarian for a little while. though i was crunching on ice on thursday so i should get some iron tablets.

since getting back from portugal i have become the worlds worst texter. i have so many unreplied texts and messages. i've been using a new trick when i find myself wasting time looking at The World Wide Web or apps or watching bullshit or listening to mindgum i say hey siri set a ten minute timer and when the timer goes off i have to stop and that really springs me into action. for some reason setting the timer makes it so much easier to stop than just deciding to stop and trying to stop idek. sorry for not replying

saturday i spent making music :) i also played cyberpunk

saturday night/sunday morning at 2am/26:00/14pm somebody rang my doorbell and woke me up. at first i was so confused and didn't know if i'd dreamt the doorbell. sometimes i dream the doorbell. about 15 seconds later they rang it again. i was not expecting anyone. they knocked on the door some. i decided not to answer. i heard them go down the stairs and get onto a motorcycle and drive away. i still don't know who it was.

sunday is today. i spent the day making music :)

i am still 770 calories below my goal. how the fuck am i suposed to eat 770 calories? maybe i can drink 100 grams of butter

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bespoke garfields for any occasion need a garfield who hates thursday but love tagliatele carbanaro? we can help girlfriend wants a garfield for the big birthday but he has to hate tuesday loving pine nut pesto farfalle salad? we can make that garflied what do you get for the man who has everything? wensday-hating su filindeu eating garlfield any garfield, any day, any spaghetti
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I would like to extend my best wishes to all, even the haters and losers, on this special date, September 11th.
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Let's Play: chee rabbits β€” Week 36; 2023

it is so humid! i'm so wet!

I didn't get any sleep last night, had one of those long nights of solace, long dark teatimes of the soul. I've taken up a fitness regime and given up alcohol. I'll be counting calories for the first time since that was an eating disorder. Good times, good times. Was meant to be meeting someone tonight, but I've been the biggest flake since I got back from Portugal. So many unanswered e-mails, so many unattended events.

There's another tomorrow.

You know, it being 9/11 tomorrow means my lease expired today. I no longer have a lease. What fun.

An out of the blue e-mail from a stranger on the subject of the 1996 PF Magic alien pet simulator Oddballz arrived in my inbox. I stumbled across a video made 17 years ago by somebody who is in their mid 30s now, and it made me laugh so much that I tracked them down on LinkedIn to say thank you. They said it made their day. Keanu Reeves is DMing me on Instagram. He wants to know where I live, and to thank me for being a fan. He keeps calling me "Rabbits". According to a website about scams this means I've fallen into the category of "unwitting older women".

In my previous post I referenced the maize incident. My notes for today's post instruct me to write the maize incident. I'm not ready, it's still too near. There's another note here that says "desperate to be told i have moxie". Yet another says "i will die by gunshot woundβ€”self inflicted"

Today I tidied my apartment and threw away old things in the kitchen and cleared the living area and set up VR and played Beat Saber which is a lot of fun. A rhythm game. A whole body workout. Dance around and hit stuff in time with music.

There are a bunch of studies about why the people of hot countries tend to eat spicier food. They all either come to no conclusion or try on some silly Darwinian explanation. I think it's more straightforward. It's natural to balance your insides with your outsides. That's why it's good to eat hot food in the heat and drink iced coffee in the winter.

It's interesting, though, that the places on earth where the angle of the sun makes people most vitamin D are the natural home of peppercorns and chili peppers. Joyful equatorial life pushes into the earth and comes out spicy. It's very pokΓ©mon.

Most of my hair is gone. It was bothering me, the way it looked at the back, so I chopped most of it off with the kitchen scissors. I miss my hair now, it took a long time for it to grow. I don't regret it, but I miss it.

I've been reading the final tweets by dead celebrities. Gene Wilder "had a fruit salad as a mid-morning snack" and never came back. "What the crap is a sharknado?" asked Cory Monteith, "Oh. It's a SHARK TORNADO." He died the next day of a drug overdose. "oinka oinka oinka why are you awake" said Amy Winehouse.

OK, it's time for me to continue dancing in the dark.

Thanks. Sorry. Thanks.