“Coronal mass ejection cannibalism” Does that sound cool to you? It damned well better, because it is. The biggest sunspot in a decade has thrown some massive energy storms our way. Radio shall be screwed indeed the next few weeks, and there should be some awesome auroras. Has anyone else heard that there was fewer UFO sightings whenever there’s a lot of solar flares? It makes sense to me. Yep.
I was leafing through a relatively new book at work, and it was describing how people on the internet tend to gravitate towards stories and opinions that reflect their own. It’s a good point, but i was already clued into this, and try to read a few conservative sites, as well as economic news that I cannot stomach. However, thanks to NYLPM (who i sometimes disagree with on music, but love to read anyway,) had this link to a story that made my stomach churn. That Lee Munson person is a monster. I feel strange to know that i was institutionalized for weeks, for doing no harm to anyone, only having a few odd dissenting opinions on the meaning of life, yet this damned fiend walks the streets sucking away the vitality of society like a leech, boasting about it, and treating humans as if they are disposable. It’s rapacious thieves like these that make me wonder if .
Wow. I just found out that Tom Ewing himself offered a permanent link on NYLPM if i wrote him to tell him the real name of the site. No, i don’t think he sounded arrogant in the offer. I’m actually quite excited. Time to put together a thankful email. It’s not everyone who likes being called “snarky.”
Alan Bennett was on NPR this morning. It took me as a total surprise. He was reading from his new book The Clothes That They Stood Up In. I’ve avoided mentioning this book to Lou, because I suspected that she’d get it for my birthday, but i was planning to get it for her, so it dropped into the void. She gave me some tapes of him reading last year, and my favorite was actually the tiny book Lady in the Van, one of the funniest/saddest books that I have read in ages, and one of the primary reasons that i think this current craze of written memoirs is quite a wonderful phenomenon. I don’t know whether to pick up this book at work today. I missed most of the actual reading from the new book, as i was in conversation. However, the fact that material possessions are mere distractions from the essence of “life” is more appealing to me than usual, which is quite a lot anyway.
Today’s music is Tom Waits’ Franks Wild Years. Why? Why not? As much as i like indie rock and power pop and whatever, but each day this week, I’ve been getting more and more emotional, and as sweet as a melody or lyric can get, it’s like drinking some fruity concoction with a lot of spritzer when what you need is raw whiskey or homemade wine. Tom Waits goes beyond “artist” to prophet and healer for my mind. As i type this, the disk is cruising into the barroom version of “Innocent When You Dream”. And i lost the thread… now “I’ll Be Gone” is ending. I don’t know how it’s so easy to lose time like that. It’s hard to know whether I’m killing time by enthralling myself to these songs or whether something is happening in my head that just cannot be put into words. By the way, in case no one has guessed, there’s some serious weirdness going on in my head right now, and there might be quite a few changes in the next couple of months, on risks that i never took before. Tom Waits is very much a key to this in an inexplicable sense. I hope that this can be explained later.