
On Meeting the One and Only
I have ephiphanal moments in convenience stores.
An occasional collection of things I've read, things I've seen, things I've been thinking about, and thinks I've heard. Every now and again, it might include a thing I made.
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I have ephiphanal moments in convenience stores.

I read Nick Cave’s The Red Right Hand Files today, where he talks about a day in the life of an artist, and at the end, I thought, “What a day.” And—for not the first time—I wondered how different things would have been if I had stayed with music instead of wandering off.

Wherein the author dances the "it funded!" dance and ruminates on what comes next.

Wherein the author gets back to the business of making things

Wherein the author checks in with everyone about the state of things

Wherein the author surveys the landscape and points at a few things

Wherein the author muses about empty space and full spaces and what draws the eye

Wherein the Author makes some enigmatic notes about things.

Wherein the Author wonders where the month went.

Where the author does the dance one last time, but leaves you with something that should generate lots of theta waves