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Bless ye, goode gentlebugs

Nap Factory.

8:10 AM.


End of the year giddiness, and a reversion back to the mean of childhood. The thrill of the lack of responsibility as workdays wind down into vast swaths of unconquered time and Mariah Carey.


Even GBBO Holiday Edition has the feel of an empty office. Thoughts of Paul and Prue and the bakers trudging off in snowy twilight to warm tea and competition leftovers at thatch-covered cottages in the Shambles.


Bless ye, goode gentlebugs, and put the kettle on. A church bell from the belfry of St. So-and-so chimes in the distance.


Thinking of changes for next year. Thinking about the names of things, and how some things search for an ever-elusive name while others begin with the name first, looking for The Thing later.


I've always had a problem naming things. It's an act of put things in boxes and if they outgrow the box they outgrow the name.


To wit: Young Tobacco.

A word construction I liked because it had the word tobacco in it. (An interesting word itself - rhythmic, percussive, hints of risk and taboo). It was also the name of a Piankeshaw chief in what is now called Vincennes, Indiana. It housed all the noise and id, and then became too small when I started exploring things with more subtlety.


To wit: Nap Factory.

A place for the subtle. The soft and gentle, the nostalgic and navel-gazing. A return to listless college mornings in bed with the smell of last night's burnt incense and cheap takeout. Became too small when I realized it was rather comical of me to try to "run" two labels by myself.


To wit: Death, Love & Broken Records.

Initially inspired by the Netflix series Death, Love and Robots, I liked it because it sounded expansive in name, like a Russian novel. Retrospective and almost archival. It hits all the major beats of my life's fascinations - mortality, relationships and an attachment to music, writing and art that's broken in some way or another.


A box finally big enough?


DL;BR, abbreviated.


"It makes me think of tl;dr," said Geena.


To wit: It's perfect.


9:10AM.



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What I’m reading: The Death of Expertise (Thomas M. Nichols)

What I'm listening to: Computer World (Kraftwerk)


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