fie on that

my is it late--

I've spent a great deal of my day maintaining a pork shoulder (picnic, specifically) in the smoker.

I don't have anything new worked out, but have spent near two months on content so far/I have plenty to share with you all.

Here's a digest of the day's splendor with a passage I particularly like from the predicted closing track of the record.

I really enjoy using words as a jumble of meaning, an arousal of feeling at the expense of clarity. I find very few willing to play along.

But by god is it late. I'm relishing these little video editing exercises, I have to say.

Whatever--I'll get my fuck on, tomorrow