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Don't mind me, getting some supplies just in case ...

Throwing this into the fickle winds of the Discover feed: Anybody on here familiar with fishing upstate Minnesota or Michigan? I'm considering summer vacation ideas for my son and me, something camping and fishing oriented for a week or so, maybe rent a cabin, not overrun with people. Thanks!

Now listening (and drinking black coffee).

Listening to a record while making dinner on this gorgeous window-open spring evening. This album always takes me back to freshman year of college (1992), because I had a roommate who played it perhaps a bit too much. It’s a good memory, though. Sausage, peppers, and fennel, which smells wonderful.

Astrology? I'm a Sagidontcareius

The only bot I'd ever consider for friendship:

All set to speedrun the skeevy bits of The Jungle, judging by today’s skeets I see. Maybe now with yet more socialist triumph and less thumb-laden potted meat needed to get there?

Likely an overstatement born of naive enthusiasm, but if you had to pick a single color to represent modernity in a positive light, I think that IKB would be a strong contender. That said, deepest black might be the better choice for modernity on most days ...

A further thought: does anybody keep, or even think to keep, a listening diary? It just occurred to me that might be a good way to hone skills for writing about music. I should have had a V8, apparently.

One of the things I like about Bluesky is that some of you have such erudition and breadth/depth of knowledge about music so as to be able to describe and interpret it in ways I only hope to match. I'm all "Good album, man!" over here, you all are sommeliers talking about bouquets and bodies.

Someone posted reference to one of my favorite albums, so my sacred duty this morning is to post the album itself: open.spotify.com/album/2MELmo...

Liberals attacking the left. Leftists attacking liberals. What do you feel you accomplished with that?

Now listening on this gorgeous spring morning off from work.

Had my annual "migraine" yesterday, same day as my annual review, which was positive. Goes to show that no good review goes unpunished. Note - unsure if actual migraine, really severe headache with very high photosensitivity, get them maybe 1x to 3x per year.

Sometimes pieces stay with you for decades and you find yourself remembering them in bed late on a Tuesday night. From a CD I bought in graduate school almost a quarter century ago now. open.spotify.com/track/3Am2LI...

Earl Grey Cream (or Creme) tea is quite good. I'd not had that before.

My neighbors are listening to this glorious performance of Bach’s B Minor Mass whether they prefer to or not.

"Scorpion" "Big Mark" "Held by Ahura Mazda" Roaming the Syrian desert, patrolling for Parthian infiltrators and brigands, getting into hijinks in the market, etc. If this isn't a hybrid action/unlikely buddy comedy in embryonic form, nothing is. Somebody who writes scripts, get on this!

For those who celebrate, I suppose even for those who don't, because it's Bach after all: open.spotify.com/track/6J0mhS...

Getting my gear together. I went backpacking with my son last summer for the first time in years, and my 20+ years old Kelty pack was falling apart; all my gear was old and heavy, from another era in backpacking. I've been updating since to lighter gear, which my half-century back will appreciate.

I'm going backpacking with my son for a few days next week, the weather is beautiful outside right now and is likely to be so next week as well, so ... - don't want to think about work - don't want to think about the future - don't want to think about Trump, et al - don't want to think ...

Reminder to self: buy toilet paper before combat becomes necessary.

New collection by my productive friend!

Man, it's lunchtime and now I want to make gumbo again ... with okra, of course.

I am * dramatically tired * this Monday morning. (no, this isn't misguided male commentary on women being "dramatic," this is a shout-out in solidarity to all who are dramatically tired today)

We hosted my sister-in-law and niece on Saturday and my parents on Sunday. My son: "Dad, my social batteries are empty." Mine too, buddy, mine too.