Too Much Monkey Business

 I sit here in my room, a little after noon, on what is a relatively June day, feeling frustrated. I have been catching up on the blog while putting off other work. That the sun is shining has me wanting to go out. That I planned on some work, has me wanting to stay. I got an email from KH, a reply to my email about revisions I did this week, and he is gnomic as usual; where I wanted to know if they helped the story, I get nothing. But what has me really frustrated is reading Koushik Banerjea's review, DJ Shadow Meets Cockney Rejects Uptown. I heard The Cockney Rejects back in the day, but not much, only enough to recognize the name. The reason this review frustrates me is that I hear echoes of my own "Chasing Ashes", which I have not been able to get to, and it sounds better than what I might ever be able to do. If I cannot get at what I once felt overwhelming me, I might as well let myself slip back into depression and nihilism. No longer can we afford to stop making sense. We must make our own sense. Perhaps not to solve what afflicts us, but to make a record for others to improve upon. For some of us, it is in making the effort that we can maintain our sanity; to make amends for days of heedlessness. Envy becomes a spur to get on with it. How about you?

 

Pitchfork has a review of Everything But The Girl's latest, Fuse. Please, check out the review, listen to the band.

Something I want to do this summer: Charles W. Brown Planetarium Summer 2023 (May-June) Free Show Schedule 

I also found MIT's Living Wage Calculator. Disconcerting. Delaware County and Madison County.

 Having showered and done one more post, I have decided to see the wider world.

I can hope it is not too much monkey business.

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