Signals From the Freezer

Sometimes I hear signals. See them, at least. I hear nothing now but whirring from the freezer behind me. I grew up in a freezer. It was on the top rack, with ice cube trays and three other children, where I learned to...

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at the piano

typing this at the piano, with no spell check, because i am such a manly man in that respect. 10:39pm as i start. an ongoing epic correspondence with the author of a sheet music reading program has me ready to throw in the...

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November 8, 2021 7:39am

Dead walked among me. So it felt, yesterday, every day. Daylight. Sleepness. Eyes of strangers. A woman with no ass crossed 21st Street, eastward, momentarily turning around for no obvious reason. Her lipsticked mouth opened....

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Spotify

First time since Christmas, 1987, that I actually wanted to listen to a podcast. This is what...

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Giving IG a Try…, and a Flashback

…while also going through this website and fixing all the dead images. Due to changing WordPress themes and importing from other content management systems the hard-coded URLs to hundreds of images are inaccurate. Normally...

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Myself thinking

Saturday, all at once, I downed 60mg of Nifedipine and 2½mg of Lorazepam. This was my first intake of either drug in probably three months. I had felt strung out, excitable, directionless. I felt like walking the day away, as I...

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Piano Practice Room Radio

All the audio at Practice Piano Radio is of me playing, mostly at home practicing alone, but some concert recordings are included as well.Source: Piano Practice Room Radio

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Details

Woke up today filling in details of the last two stories I posted. Or is it three? Doesn’t matter. It’s all based in fact, with some harmless fictional flourishes thrown in to make it fun. I remembered those moments...

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Nevermind

I seem to have mostly gotten over a cold, or maybe even a flu, though it didn’t seem bad enough for the latter. I don’t know, but there was a lot of snot. A very snotty couple of days it has been here. I was reminded...

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Nights

Mornings were automatic with her. We slept naked, leaving nothing but a bed sheet to get out of the way. Her mind was primed, already singing from whatever adventures swirled through her sleeping head. From the entrance of my...

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Mornings

The Monday and Thursday Girl Mornings we were automatic, and sometimes it seemed unstoppable. She was the first woman to let me fuck her hard. I didn’t even know what that meant until it started happening. I had seen very...

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Is The Sea Of Shit Fading?

My reading of the tea leaves, and base instincts for having observed such things already, is that Facebook is fading, and leveraging Instagram as its primary social media vehicle for the future. I have no stake in either, which...

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100% Full Again

Thought I might have something to say this day, this gift of a day, after waking at 5am. But no. Instead I got to deal with the monotonous, tiresome chore of cleaning up log files and freeing space on this web server. I should...

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Thought I Did It Again

I was just remembering, yesterday, a time I played piano for a bunch of singers at a Christmas concert in Brooklyn. With rehearsals and practice time I was involved with this production for about a month. Every step of the way...

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Love

Love is about lies. Love is fantasy, malapropisms, and outright lies. I have made a new fundamental change to my diurnal routine. It involves that part of the day which saw the last major and significant change to my routines....

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Trying to be positive

It’s amazing what a difference even a smattering of contact with a new-to-me human being has on my disposition. A couple of YT comments had me bounding from this place, facing the world like a conqueror. Just as abruptly...

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Bread

Someone dumped a bunch of bread on the sidewalk. I took a bunch of pictures of it.

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Huge swath

Somehow a huge swatch of text matter evaporated from a previous posting, in which I dictated most of the text whilst walking past an ex’s house, patrol-like, as I do virtually every single day. She is no love lost. Just a...

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missing

So many things go missing. Memory is a bastard peris (that was supposed to be ‘period’) a bastard. Rummaging through hundreds even thousands of old photos photos last night I turned up a squall of images I completely...

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I hate myself

I mean why else would I photograph myself in front of a bunch of urinals? This is enough to get...

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moments

I do not remember them. So many of my minutes blacked out. I don’t even want to save them and I am one who wants to save everything.

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1,866

Woke up and wrote over 1800 words for a story inspired by a dream I had but also based on real-life experiences. A woman I used to know was in love with intelligence. She claimed the most physically repulsive person alive could...

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Scared Her Off

I think it was my 12-letter words and big ambitions. She’s a simple sort, poor (like me), with no desires to do anything but sit at her desk 11-12 hours a day. Her voice is oddly shrill for such a timid creature. We did...

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Almost Nuked All My Piano Music From YT

Lately I’d been sending audio of my Piano Practice Room Radio stream with live video of my streaming Astoria webcam showing the street outside. Unlike the streaming webcam you see in that previous link the video that goes...

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Made it Through

Made it through to another morning. Cloudy, overcast, a bird squawking outside. I crushed my first spotted lanternfly a  couple of days ago. I thought I got it on video but I did not. I first spotted one on Amsterdam Avenue,...

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Mustard

Finally finished arguing with myself about what happened to the mustard. At this point it seems I’ll never know. Somehow, in the last 48 hours, a bottle of mustard purchased just a couple of weeks ago vanished. That makes...

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Trying other mapping things

So much time wasted following instructions on how to accomplish certain tasks, those instructions wrong, inaccurate, deliberately incomplete as if the true currency of our interaction is wasted time.

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Sit Down

How many times do I sit down, say to myself “Say something”, then say nothing?...

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Fresh Porn on the LinkNYC Kiosks

There is no off-switch on this genius machine. I can still get to pr0n over LinkNYC. Aces to me. This image from today, 10/8/2021. Aces… Yeah, right…   Scroll down and then click if you really need to see...

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Face Time

Just rummaging through some old pictures, looking for something specific but finding other things....

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