reading watching listening

reading
The Ravickians – Renee Gladman
Nothing fictional but the accuracy or arrangment (she – Sawako Nakayasu
Ana Patova Crosses a Bridge – Renee Gladman
Nest – Marnie Galloway
Against Competition – Marc Fischer
Poseidon’s Wake – Alastair Reynolds
Masters of Empire: Great Lakes Indians and the Making of America – Michael A. McDonnell
Parable of the Sower – Octavia Butler
Plainwater – Anne Carson
God and Science: Return of the Ti-Girls – Jaime Hernandez
The Encyclopedia of Early Earth – Isabel Greenberg
Wabi-Sabi for Artists, Designers, Poets & Philosophers – Leonard Koren
Garments Against Women – Anne Boyer
Batman is Lost in a Woods – David Enos
Trish Trash: Roller Girl of Mars – Jessica Abel

watching
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Teen Titans Go
Lego Batman
Be Cool, Scooby-Doo
Quit Your Day Job
Chicago Red Stars
Swansea City AFC

listening
Blackstar – David Bowie
AMMMusic – AMM
Tree Wave 10 inch – Tree Wave
All of them Naturals – Uranium Club
Cetáceos – Cetáceos
Full Communism – Downtown Boys
Reed Streams, Les Yeux Fermés and Lifespan – Terry Riley
Music Has the Right to Children – Boards of Canada
Halo – Juana Molina
Mandorla Awakening II: Emerging World – Nicole Mitchell

piano practice

Februrary 24, 2017.

He sits on the piano bench. She sits next to him. They read the music in front of them and bang out atonal note clusters. He plays with his feet and with his butt. Occasionally he turns to look at me. He smiles self-consciously. Continues playing. Now loud. Now quiet. He creates a melody. Plays it a few times in a row. Snippets of song. She and I take turns sitting next to him and playing piano with him. In this way we pass the time between dinner and bed.

band practice

February 24, 2017

After dinner he asks if we want to have a band. He plays his cat piano. She plays a ukulele. Per his request, I play my guitar. A few plucks, strums and plonks and he declares this the worst band ever.

You know what the most important part about being in a band is? I ask.

What? 

Having fun.

Then he starts us gain and we play for a longer duration.

light rail

Dreamt I was on a light rail train. In the front car. All was glass windows for viewing, including the floor. We sped out over Chicago. I could see the buildings beneath the water. Submerged. Dizzying with their height and the depth of the flood. A day bright with sun. Warm and blue sky. The other passengers laughing with apprehension of the clear bottom of the train.

She says, The thing that bothered me when I saw my house down there is that I know I left my door closed when I left. But now it’s open.