a new series, to celebrate the bright new day... curated in spirit by a person of great joy that I am blessed to know...

autumn precedes winter, the fate of leaves, etc.

this is a composite of all 21 rollercoasters I have been on in the past 21 months, in slow motion. or it's a 21st birthday dedication for a very special fellow I happen to know...

delightful visit with favorite inlaws left me in a happy mood...

good.

better living through collected dramaturgical musination.

this is version B, and it's still far from satisfying. i need an engineer.

...misplaced pieces of paper marked with tiny black dots of ink. on the one hand, each dot is comprised of clumps of electrons and other types of things surmised; on the other hand, these specks are aggregated to form patterns which stimulate in the viewer's mind perceptions of encoded pieces of infomation and meaning, pointers to coherent particles of cognition -- very clever, are these humans. recently, in my own case, a particular piece of paper was found in a box, in a closet, addressed to me, long forgotten. sure enough, as predicted, the dots stirred up memories inside the the space between my ears. after absorbing these bio.electro.chemical reactions, I then translated the codes into musical particles, using an imaginary invention called the Musical Emotion Picture Translator, MEPT, which cost me approximately a lot of money, and the result was this track, ah ha.

my first Amtrak voyage, Chicago to Minnesota, on the way to visit with the north branch of our clan, and to attend the Eden Prairie high school graduation of nearly a thousand roaring fresh Michele Bachmann fans. Amtrak train a luxury, flying across the endless sea of Wisconsin greenery. thoughts wander, and I do too, in and out of the observation car.

"don't forget to fasten your seatbelt, binky," and that was the last thing he heard before liftoff...

Can you hear the splashing of imaginary anchovies, in the river waters down below?

Should be self-explanitory, but in Swedish it would be something like Qrtus ajs duiot krumphoo snotakfpo sdeklfopi fartunedsplech.

...misplaced anchovies snapping around clumps of electrons formed into water molecules shout "We renounce the use of Russian-made vacuum tubes manufactured after the 1955 Hungarian revolution!" No one understands anchovies.

multi-dimensional vibrational analysis theory developed by Igor Stravinsky's wife Vera after spending an afternoon in Prague with Einstein. do you think?

as i've said before, my advice on marriage is Do Not ask for my advice on marriage.

better living through particle physics. the collection, acceleration and directed collisions of musical materials. the results are anayzed and filed away in cabinets.

think about it...

still thinking about it?

and still thinking...