Long dormant newsletters seem to be rebooting inside gated platforms like mushrooms after rain.
The 1830’s Swing’s Riots were a disaster for British the working class.
Sorry if blogging about blogging is boring.
Folktales are localised in landscape. The land wraps itself around a story like a blanket.
I’m fortunate that I can share a gig I went to 10 years ago with you.
I recorded our first drops of rain in weeks as it began to fall. You can hear the constant rumbling of thunder quite clearly. Wonderful.
Doing puts knowledge in your body and not your brain.
Last week I said the weeks were flying by. They still are.
A nice round number seemed like a good time to review. I discuss how the show has evolved, workflow, stats, “Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor”.
The week has flown by. Everything is still terrible, but at this point in the year it feels like were accelerating already towards winter.