We’ll do things a bit differently today. A little bit more pointing out while inside readjusts itself.
I’ve been finding Rhyd Wildermuth often ends up vibing with Dr. Con’s current ideations:
One of my favorite public soundscape sources is:
I don’t listen as much as I’d like to these days overeating as I am at the trough of music services. That will change soon — in the meantime let us not forget community-built and supported radio.
If you go to my substack profile you will find many, many other delightful substack authors:
If you decide to peruse remember I consider life to be an experiment so sombunall are marvelous authors, at least a few I like to keep my eye on for reasons/neither/good/or/bad
Well, y’all, I’ve been, as you know, suffering from one of my many existential crises — for the last few days I suspected something was up in the topography — wondering if the individual had passed since we no longer had any connections and then I awoke this morning to find a commutual friend asking if I knew she had died. The first death I know of among my exes.
‘til tomorrow keep up the good fight in all you do,