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    mexico city earthquake on 19th september again (third time) there was a nation-wide "what to do in case of an earthquake" drill happening, marking the day that there was an earthquake in 2017 and an earthquake in 1985 power is out in parts of the city. it's difficult to get through to people who live there.
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    anyone wanna come over and play pogs?
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    having a little think about bigglywinks

    having a little think about bigglywinks

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    week 37; 2022

    welcome!

    hello!!!

    i took some time off last week to drink and make music. some of it is good so far, but i'm still trying to figure out how to achieve this particular sound i've been trying to figure out since i was like 17. it's so hard. i don't know exactly how to make it sound like it might fall apart but that it's like that on purpose, not by mistake. it's a style i spent many years cultivating with acoustic instruments but i've only very rarely been able to make it work in combination with electronic sounds. i guess the percussion is part of where it goes wrong. i guess as well that maybe i need to try doing it without sequencing anything at all actually, and playing everything live in layers and stitching it together later. it's very hard to make a shambles. does anyone know where i could get just a little more talent? i don't need much! just a little bit!

    i met some random person who was walking around london on acid and i hung around with him while he wandered the city for a while. we parted ways at some point, not sure when.

    i went to see stewart lee at the greenwich comedy festival. it was great. afterwards i had a nap in the street. it's strange how the let those people queueing for the queen sleep on spare trains. turns out letting people with nowhere to stay sleep in spare trains overnight was always an option?

    apart from making music and drinking tequila and beer i've been tidying my apartment a lot over and over and over, rearranging some furniture, and watching silly movies from the 90s.

    for a while yesterday i had no anxiety at all and i tell you what it was wonderful. i was like another person, i felt like i was on acid the whole time, it was a beautiful experience.

    i found a real cute landscape painting in the street, a painting of of llamas on a farm in ecuador, and it's in my house now on my mantel. it's lovely. there was a lamp there too. i need a lot more lighting and also i need some foam. i'm thinking of trying to pick up a little divider so i can partition off my desk area to make it feel like another room.

    anyway. let's make a grilled cheese and drink 12 stellas.

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    sometimes i'm afraid to go to sleep because i know i'm going to wake up tomorrow a different person i don't know what ways i'll be different. i know i'll have a different set of interests but i don't know if that set will contain the project i started working on tonight. i wish i could rely on myself to be there tomorrow, but i never can. i have a choice to be okay with letting it go, or locking in on it until the thing is done. locking in and staying up means an inferior result compared to if i got a night's sleep, but it's better than the thing that never got made. it's a gamble, and i have never learned in all these years to predict or even guess at the outcome. tonight i'm going to try ordering a hot dog, drinking some 0% chocolate milk, 2 beers and finish as much as i can before i pass out (which i'm not going to try to delay in any way) and we'll see how that approach works. i'll be sad if this doesn't get done because i spent _hours_ developing material for it.