9:24 AM, Sunday November 17.
Falling back out of shape after an abbreviated run at running. The pudge on my face is returning just in time for the holidays. Will fix this come January.
(That's what they all say.)
Preparing the studio for 2025. A Vox practice amp and an electronic kit sit in boxes around my workstation waiting for an open Saturday where I can put them all together and begin to make progress on projects currently on hold.
There's a strange quiet now in the aftermath of last week, like the air before a massive Indiana snowstorm.
Indianapolis's big complaint is the lack of police presence in going after drag racing on 465, road ragers, and people swiping pedestrians turning right on red. But this weekend I saw three different people pulled over on my street in the span of twenty minutes.
Progress? Or harbinger?
I might just be paranoid.
Russia rears its head in the sheer amount of follow suggestions for Beautiful Russia in my feeds. Breathtaking photos of St. Petersburg at Christmas, Moscow at night, beautiful women in fur ushankas whispering how good Federation life can be.
Russia rears its head in this week's rights capture on one of my videos from two years ago. A nameless Russian account now drains what small/nonexistent ad revenue it was making based on a bullshit "complaint" that their content was used in my homemade videos with a homemade song produced in my home by me.
Russia rears its head in the account now following me on all my socials, musical and personal. Uber fan? Maybe. But probably not. Could be the agent who scanned my passport at Naushki on the border of Mongolia. Could be the guy who followed me across three rail stops along the Siberian tundra. Could be the guard who grilled me on the Autobody Bandcamp codes I'd printed out to drop in the world's record shops.
Could be a coincidence, like how my fridge, dishwasher and kitchen roof all went kaput in the month of September. Seems little extra. I'm just, as they say, asking questions. Social media has brought the world into our living rooms and dinner tables. Isn't that great?
Or I might just be paranoid.
Question for my well-traveled friends - do you ever think about all the places you've pooped in the world?
10:24 AM.
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Substack coming soon...
What I’m reading: Slayer's Reign in Blood (D.X. Ferris for 33 1/3)
What I'm listening to: Daguerrotypes (Olivia Belli)
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