Nine hours of sleep. I feel fully human again, not a hollowed out drone. I am still stalled on episode 8 of second season of Twin Peaks, but it’w worth it.
It’s been a slow steady rain for the past three hours.
NASA discovers a new mode of ice loss in Greenland. Motherfucker. As the planet heats up, unforeseen effects will manifest. The melting ice is happening faster than originally projected. This wave effect had the ice melt more than 50% faster. This particular event observed at Rink Glacier actually warped the earth’s crust by its speed and force.
A New Orleans Company Shines A Light On Opera’s Diverse History. OperaCréole performing work by Lucien-Léon Guillaume Lambert, a Creole composer whose father was borne in New Orleans. I knew but forgot that the first opera performed in what’s now America was in New Orleans in 1796.
Review of a memoir by Antonio Veciana of his time working for the CIA. There are some gems in here. The skulduggery behind Operation Pedro Pan (Tah dah! Take that, U.S. District Court for Northern Illinois!) and some more details on his account of Lee Harvey Oswald are in here.
Homo naledi genome: Will we ever find this elusive key to human evolution? Good piece mapping out the possibilities of where this research could go.
Saturday, I was playing the Mermaid Avenue albums in the car for Kat & Elijah. They tolerated them well enough. Yesterday, I tried listening to Yankee Hotel Foxtrot and couldn’t make it all of the way through “I’m Trying to Break Your Heart”.
Just read a review of the recent Ty Segall album (which I still don’t own) and it observed that one of the quieter songs echoes Mott the Hoople’s Wildlife album. Embarrassingly, I never gave that album a chance before. On that album this morning. I had been irritated with myself for not seeking out new bands lately and once again, I have to face up that I’m not as familiar enough with the bands that I think I know as I should be. My friend Damien has always been a diehard advocate for Mott and Hunter, but he never has been much for country-inflected music. If he championed Wildlife to me, I forgot it.
Street Fight Radio used a song as the closer in a recent episode that I never heard before and it’s pretty fucking awesome. National Wake had completely escaped by notice during those years I was trawling for obscure (to me) punk and garage rock. “Stratocaster” sounds a little like Ozzy fronting the Flamin’ Groovies.
A Lynching on the University of Maryland Campus. What the fuck is happening?
These Are The Victims Of The Portland Train Stabbing Attack. Here’s the man who ran in to give medical aid to the people who interceded, saving Fletcher’s life.
(I’m onto Mad Shadows now. Damien loved him some Mad Shadows.)