Calypso

Danced with my fiancé's cat Coco to this. little idiot <3

banger mate

For context: I love Dune, as does my brother. I've read the first book countless times and the rest of the (Frank, not Brian) series only once, which I think is a fair reflection on the quality. My brother lives in Paris where Dune has already opened. UK showings don't start until October 22nd. In the space of one week he: 1) Went to see the movie 2) Sent me effusive praise for it (while not-so-lightly gloating that he had seen it) 3) Re-read Dune and Children of Dune This morning, without commentary, he sent me a picture of a ticket stub for Dune, printed yesterday afternoon. I am untethered. My rage knows no bounds.

Also, in my closet, shoes. So many shoes you cannot believe. And next to it a drawer with the socks, full of the socks, more than enough for each pair of shoes. Yes that's a many.

I arrived back in London and moved into my new place, then spent £200 pounds on sheets. I didn't realise I had picked up the ultra-high thread count ones, the cashier was disarmingly charming, and there was a line behind me. Fellas, do you think I can deep fry cotton as a sort of caloric toast?

I really love Dan Deacon. He has a fingerprint technique that sort of edges around my ability to interpret exactly what his music is saying; but still, at the same time, I feel totally engrossed in it. Raspy whispers layer atop arpeggios that function as much on the tone of the note as the hammering presence of the key press itself. The words you can pick out speak to the soundscape too -- he builds an idea of permanence built of perception, where age and simple meditation remind you that reality is as reality is justified. Where can you go, he asks, but deeper inside your own head?

thinkin' bout that shot of adam sandler's colon in Uncut Gems

I swear I once played on this server when I was a kid

"summer jam '95"

Not made anymore but managed to snag an unused pair. No preamp but good for travel.