The Rainbow Has A Beard

 I did my laundry before making a pit stop at a Dollar General for laundry soap. That was after doing a little of the cleaning needed here. I got back here around 4, I walked back from the bus station. Then dinner, did my dishes, and started on submitting "The Beer Bros". 

I ran "Jack Ryan" in the background when I should not have. It slowed everything down.

Father John Misty is one of the musical acts I heard while in prison. Unlike some, he is not one I am undecided about. Why is he here? First, I doubt any station in Indiana is playing him, and that smacks of censorship. Second, he has a new album.

Mahashmashana, the Pitchfork review:

Another critic turned down this assignment because they just can’t stand him, but alas, Father John Misty is my own Roman Empire, crowding my thoughts with the music of civilization’s hubristic decline. And not a moment too soon: Josh Tillman’s sixth album under this moniker is a set of apocalyptic rockers where Jesus has gone AWOL and all the screws are coming loose. The mood swings are wilder, the logic more tangential; the songwriting might be the best it’s ever been. It’s called Mahashmashana, an anglicization of mahāśmaśāna, the Sanskrit word for cremation ground: the burning wasteland before the next life. Even playing the spiritual tourist, Misty’s compelled to point out we’re all headed to the same place.

You decide what music you want in your life, not some radio programmer (or algorithm)! 

Meanwhile, I am blasting a past I never got to hear:

One of the mysteries of this past election - how good was the Biden economy, and people still complained. Inflation was way down. Another report on this problem only compounds the mystery: A Side Effect of the Booming Job Market: Wage Inequality Is Way Down (The Bulwark). Wages going up. Is it that people only heard what Trump told them? 

Submissions.

I sent my short play, "The Beer Bros" to Alaska Quarterly Review, Meetinghouse Magazine, and The Westchester Review.

Also blasting a past that I did once hear (and seems omitted from "classic rock" playlists):

That was Saturday, now I need to get ready for church.

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