today (greenhouse + antique mall edition)

Took another look at BlueSky and concluded that I just don't have the energy to build up another social network, especially when it seems to be rife with the same cliques and echo chambers that exhausted me in the other place.

1970s Shadow “Crime Fighter” toys, ctd.

Finally added this piece to my collection of the delightfully strange and anachronistic 1970s Madison SHADOW toys – because every 1930s crime fighter needs a programmed 'computerized' 1970s supercar (the box was split and opened long ago; just glad to have it):

Think I've only a few pieces left to go – a large copter, jet, and costume, IIRC – but here's a shot of this mini-collection inside The Collection as it stands now:

(Who knows what evil revs in the hearts of men?)

This week's newsletter – on the trials and travails of being part cyborg (Welcome NuHerbie) and discussing a new podcast experiment I'm going to try – is written and ready for recording (will get on with that later this morning, when my voice isn't such a grog-gravel mess). If you're so inclined, you can subscribe here.

I FORSEE THE DARK AHEAD, IF I STAY – Kilimanjaro Darkjazz Ensemble

Been a fan for years; this album's been a wonderful path to rediscovering their hypnotic soundscapes. On heavy workblock rotation of late.

corpse pose

Article link is behind WaPo’s paywall, but I’ve shared it as a gift link, so it should be accessible. And what a gift it is.

... the group of seven yogis in a class held Wednesday inside a cafe in Lincolnshire, England, were finally in shavasana, a position at the end of a yoga class — sometimes called corpse pose — where people sink into a meditative state by lying on their backs.


For 30 minutes, they resembled corpses as the instructor, Millie Laws, 22, banged on a shamanic drum inside a room lit only by the golden glow of candlelight. The scene was meant to be relaxing — but for a couple walking their dog outside the building, it resembled something far more sinister.


“They reported to the police that they’d seen somebody walking around in a room lit up with candles and what looked like dead people lying all over the floor,” Laws told The Washington Post. “The couple thought it was some sort of ritual mass killing.”

Mariá Luisa Paúl https://wapo.st/44IvgYL

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Less than 24 hours after our unfortunate incident with the corner of a recycling dumpster, NuHerbie has arrived and is installed, synced, and preventing me from being dead. Props where props are due: Tandem has the best customer service I’ve dealt with in the seven years I’ve had T1D. Relieved and protective of NuHerbie.

a fundamental fear

That, as recognized during my final years in music school (now twenty years in the past, JFC), I'm lacking a basic, instinctual component of competence, a fundamental - potentially unlearnable? - tool, in my chosen craft. However, unlike in music school (couldn't sing, couldn't find a pitch in solfège; ignored structure and form which is probably why I'm such a junkie for it now, overcompensate much?), I haven't a clue what it is, only that it's there. Maybe.