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[aired] truth is a lonely cali

In a serene and random Creative Commons YouTube use this week, Truth Is a Lonely Place [Disquiet 0138] soundtracks a beach sunset at the 12:22 mark in a half-hour journey through California’s North Coast by videographer Michael Bonic.

The original track is off my 2014 record Particle Theory:

…and was composed in 2014 for the Disquiet Junto #0138 – Video Sonic Void.…

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Welcome to the Smartocracy

The big epidemic of this age is not Covid, or some other transmissible medical sickness, but rather, an epidemic of certainty. Everyone is so effing sure that they’re correct about everything.

I may be wrong, but I’m never in doubt.
— Marshall McLuhan

The nanosecond we learned the world was borne of quantum uncertainty, and that life is just a random Card Sharks play, we embarked on a paradoxical defensive adventure to narrow the scope of accepted truth.…

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noise cancellation

yesterday
against better judgment
for the first time
i can remember,
i rode the underground
with noise cancellation
switched on.

i had a far off destination,
under 2 rivers across 3 boroughs,
the luxury of time –
motion as an excuse for standing still.

lol i missed an announcement,
looked up,
and the F was now an E.…

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Spins 2023: Vol 7

Vol 7: Comfort Foods

Sometimes only lyrics can bring salve against the world’s absurdity, so no wordless vinyl made it to the turntable in this edition. I kinda needed to escape to the familiar of late, and there is no warmer embrace than some fav records, no?

I can’t eat vinyl, but if I could, there’s a ton of comfort food in my collection.…

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Scratch ’n Sniff Dot Net

Trash Pickup Aftermath // Brooklyn NY // 2015
Trash Pickup Aftermath // Brooklyn NY // 2015

If the web was scratch ‘n sniff, how many posts would you bring to your nose? 

If sites and blogs emitted odors, how far would you keep your phone from your face when you check the subway status?

The internet, as with a war epic or a make-out scene in a barn or a Victorian-era period film, is easy to romanticize (and project ourselves into) because it doesn’t smell.