Temperature dropped 40ºF over the past couple of days. Makes my bones ache, my moans break. Decluttering I rediscovered the old Zero King jacket. Dad used to joke that you’d get heatstroke wearing this thing in 40-below climes. I did wear it a couple of times, just for gits and shiggles. In 10-degree weather it did make me sweat, no lie. But the jacket does not fit me well and it’s just not my style to look so pimpin’. It’s listed online for $50/obo but I think it will do better at a coat drive or clothing drop. It’s pretty heavy.
I’ve been recording a shit-ton of audio for a new radio project. It’s too ambitious for my available time and energy and will likely end up as another mountin of accumulation left untouched but we’ll see what happens. I work at a job where doing anything of my own is virtually impossible, and there are long hours during which nothing happens when I could be productive in my own realms. I have managed to indulge in some research for own non-work related interests but that’s just incidental. So time is limited.
The new audio is basically a continuation of Payphone Radio, using a cell phone. All phones are payphones, of course, and I have so far retained the æsthetic of the project by limiting myself only to phone calls using a phone which I pay to use. Not too much of a stretch, really. I can only hope for the best in terms of audio quality, given wind and noise and the general crappiness of cell phone call quality.
On-again-off thing with a much younger woman has basically ghosted itself. Too many cultural differences and the sex (only twice) was far too rambunctious for me. Another prospect had been a woman at work, also coming from deep cultural differences, but I stand by my better judgment in not getting involved with co-workers. I give her chocolates every Sunday, though, and it’s a nice feeling to see her beautiful, soft, grateful smile.
I barely touch the piano anymore, and question if I’ll ever be able to summon the muscle memory to reach professional level performances of Chopin Etudes or other technically intricate pieces. It’s fine. As I’ve told many people the past several years, I hated performing. I finally found the only video I ever made of myself performing and I could not stand to watch myself up there, smirking like I was something special while really just going through the motions, That was high school.
I’m going out for some steps my goal of 10k steps perday has increased to 12k, but only provisionally. I don’t want to explain that.
Greetings. I remembered your website from what? 25+ years ago? Was talking over memories regarding the WeLL and the contest people had there: Who could predict what would happen at Y2K was the contest, I won it with the help of a hacker whom I contacted though a payphone; “nothing” was the answer lol . And I remembered your phone project. Actually that was what led me to remember the Y2K project. I was looking at the story of Rostam and Sohrab. Going over the story of Rostam, from some images I have, Hearing the name Sohrab then remembering the telephone booths and your project, because of the similarity of the name, then the Y2K contest. A few days later it came back to me that you had had a website. I was able to confirm with Grok. But found it myself just from my memory and from the fact sorabji.com points to here. You kept it for so long. Bravo! I have no actual website myself but instead use a place/ platform where I write, post images, can converse, upload parts of my censored video collection archive, have a chance to share my graphics and create small animation video clips, and restore old photographs, in house. The Xai Grok helps a lot in research and organizing, summarizing books I don’t have time to read. I tried my hand at administrating a Forum but it was too much to keep up. Really funny after so many years. MY GOD, good lord! You seem healthy; so glad to know. https://imgur.com/a/TTSkyLG Stay Frosty. The old Telephony machine I had built with so much work is long gone. Another project I was unable to keep up. The old Apologia number has a funny tape playing when you call it.
What is the old Apologia number? I tried 212-592-0758 and got the infernal BEEP BEEP BEEP.
212 255-2748
trying to sign in to your news letter (or your notifications) and github is a stumbling block. Wouldn’t let me accept “permissions.” Maybe that’s a good thing? Apple id or Microsoft Id? I don’t sign in to either of those. I can just come to your site and look around. Easy enough. Thanks for the ability to comment. (I had a wordpress account some years; only slightly posted, once or thrice. doubt I could sign in or even find it.) Another thing left behind. Cheers anyway! Cat whom our house kept for eighteen years, gone this morning/ mourning. A sign for new beginnings? I guess. She had some good times. She did a mercy kill on my favorite cat last year or so. She was my friend anyway. Now her time is come? I’m motivated to call everyone I know, kinda like New Year’s, to make sure they are still there. https://x.com/pegchandler/status/2073593780192653739/video/1
212-255-2748 is now owned by me. I acquired it through perfectly legitimate channels but it still felt like a coup picking up such a coveted (to me, at least) phone number. I was not surprised at all when, upon activating the number, people were still calling in to apologize for their misdeeds. I never intended to revive Apology, I instead wanted to use its old number as a gateway to another telephone art project. What you hear now at 212-255-2748 is my Payphone Radio Shoutcast stream. I picked up some PBX skills and connected the Shoutcast stream to the phone network. Payphone Radio comprises hundreds of calls made by me almost entirely from NYC payphones. There is also some other audio (me playing piano, subway buskers) to break up the continuous voice.
I don’t know what you mean by newsletter. I don’t have one, at least I don’t think I do.
I think of a “subscription” as kind of a “newsletter” I probably used the wrong word. I got yours confused with a big set of subscriptions I signed up for at once, too much email clog. I see yours is your own site. Sorry for the confusion.
I will try to listen on another phone; Faux “landline” “Spectrum”. On my cell, I can barely make out one word.
So people were still calling in with confessions? Wow. That was not on my bingo card. “land line” sound works better. “Competitive Dieting” funny.
The Grok AI got stubborn and did “it’s own thing” with this: https://imgur.com/a/WEgxdrT
The original card is just plain. Grok Imagine was “carried away.”
You might get new listeners?
I have a bunch of Beat Interview cassettes, unpublished. Would be fun to put on a phone line.
I have too many. So Grok says first to upload to archive site so other people can provide the meta data.
First step. Find the tapes.
Still mourning my cat. Cat had the same name as my phone, coincidentally “MOTO”
I have to change the ringer it’s the generic for the company and yells out “MOTO”
too sad.