The darn fireworks have started early this year. I nearly jumped out of my chair when something exploded outside the window earlier.
Updated my iMac to Catalina. I had one one old 32-bit app installed that I’d completely forgotten about anyway so there hasn’t been any problems. All seems stable and bug-free so far.
The master of British folk music has weathered a second divorce and lives in the US where ‘Trump has ramped up bigotry considerably’. At least ex-wife Linda has forgiven him
“Gilles Deleuze in Negotiations: We’re riddled with pointless talk, insane quantities of words and images. Stupidity’s never blind or mute. So it’s not a problem of getting people to express themselves but of providing little gaps of solitude and silence in which they might eventually find something to say. Repressive forces don’t stop people expressing themselves but rather force them to express themselves; what a relief to have nothing to say, the right to say nothing, because only then is there a chance of framing the rare, and ever rarer, thing that might be worth saying.”
Quoted from How to Do Nothing: Resisting the Attention Economy By Jenny Odell
Testing Bridgy and Flickr posting.
First world problems. I’ve got two spare tickets for a big concert coming up and I can’t decide if sitting at the front or twelve rows back is better.
My copy of the new Henry Cow book arrived today. I’m hoping for tales of Mötley Crüe style debauchery but my hopes aren’t high.