Station Ident: Yes, Still Here
November 3rd, 2009 | brainjuice
Yesterday got pretty much swallowed up. Today, I huddle here under the plastic roof in the pub smoking compound, as the weather shifts from torrential rain to sunlight and back again every five minutes. The workload’s pretty hairy today, but let’s see if we can’t do some embloggening in between the usual shouting and crying. Probably mostly linkblogging, as I fight to get my RSS reader under 1000 articles… but, as usual, probably also mostly about my friends and fellow-travellers. Jamais Cascio has a Cheeseburger Carbon Footprint t-shirt and tote that I should show you later. Matt Jones had dinner with Brian Eno last night and put all kinds of arcane knowledge into his notebook, some jabbering about a “minimal book” that I have to decode at some point… COILHOUSE turned 2 and I was too busy to notice, Cherie Priest’s BONESHAKER was made a book of the year by Publishers Weekly… and, in general, I’m not doing a good job of keeping up.
And SHIVERING SANDS goes live tomorrow.
(Also, I want to post more music, which will probably make most of you go “oh god no.”)
More in a bit. My fingers are freezing up out here.




Post more music, I say. That, and long live the pub smoking compound. (I don’t smoke, I just love the sound of that phrase.)
Here in Toronto, we’re not allowed to smoke under awnings. Any place that has a patio and wants to let people smoke outside can’t have the smoke area covered.