- Kid A
- OK Computer
- Remembering how good the Radioheads are
- The moon last night
- The moon tonight
- Cliches, e.g. Poets love the moon
- But seriously the moon was showing off these last two nights
- Remembering how, in tougher times (for me personally) not all that long ago, literally all I ever listened to was Radiohead. Now is not then (Hat Tip: @havi) and (now) I can still love Radiohead. Win and win.
- Dancing with S– to Wilco’s “Impossible Germany”
- Trace by Son Volt
- I started writing this essay about John Prine and it really sucks and probably isn’t salvageable but that’s okay: it’s just to draw closer, to lean in, to know something I didn’t know before
- Steel-cut oats
- I lost my two thumb drives with all the latest iterations of my viable works in progress;
- I can write anything now;
- Or nothing.
- What if I wrote nothing. Ever again.
- Or what if I just wrote what I really thought.
- And put it here? (If a tree falls in the woods and no one’s around to hear it…)
- Asking myself questions. With Thom Yorke warbling in the background.
- Talking in maths.
- (Phew for a minute there…)
- Losing myself
- J– surprising me with a plate of pancakes for lunch when I told her I would need to work through lunch today
- J–‘s braids
- Breeze thru kitchen window
- Longing for Bunyan’s BBQ in Florence, AL
- Makeshift arrabiatta
- My final bellyache
- No alarms
- No surprises.
TJ BEITELMAN 