Scratch Pad

I do this manually at the end of each week: collating (and sometimes lightly editing) most of the recent little comments I’ve made on social media, which I think of as my public scratch pad. Some end up on Disquiet.com earlier, sometimes in expanded form. These days I mostly hang out on Mastodon (at post.lurk.org/@disquiet), and I’m also trying out a few others. I take weekends and evenings off social media.

▰ Annual heteronym joke: Fernando Pessoa died on this day in 1935 — taking with him dozens of others

▰ “Fairytale of New York” will hit extra hard this year

▰ I would have recorded the intense Lynchian HVAC drone of this roadside fast food establishment’s restroom but the piped-in holiday music would have been nixed by copyright bots. (Side note: yes, “roadside fast food establishment” suggests there’s a roadside fast food underground.)

▰ [Rapidly scrambles for mute button prior to sneezing]

▰ Me years ago: This is a nice wallet, especially because it has no logo.

Me now: I need a new wallet because my old one is falling apart but I have no idea what company made my old wallet.

▰ This feels like a broader metaphor about some life lesson that’s been evading me.

▰ C B7 C A7 D7 G7 C G7 — pretty much all I’ll be doing on guitar the next few weeks is cycling through these chords, and variations on them in various voicings, while working on fingerpicking