|The dynamics of populations in the Anthropocene of lost + found slides along B + C north||
1 Sept 2020> We were with a co-worker travelling somewhere + were getting onto the SFO air-tram or BART when Kevin [our dead brother] came in w/ a box in his hand + we was like hey! + he just said "hey" like he saw us yesterday + we introduced him to our co-worker whose name we din’t remember so it was awkward. We aksed why he was in San Fran if he lived in L.A. + he said he was going to the post office.
3 Sept> Despite our tinnitus + days where it seams we're completely deaf in our right ear, we've finished 9 songs (of 12) on our Herd of Birds album. At this point last year we hadn't even started recording last year's album (3.3 x 3.3 = S.S.), in part cuz we were busy moving from Rome into our new house (separated from our instrawments for a few months) + in part cuz of Ménières. Listening w/ headphones or loud seems to trigger, as does allergies, poor sleep, barometric pressure change + not eating + drinking in moderation, but we've been more moderate this past month, eating + drinking coffee + alcohol less + feel bedder. Our weight still fluctuates 3-4 pounds between when 12 AM + 12 PM, tho before we had 5-7 pound swings + on average we've lost a few pounds (between 164–168 instead of 166–172).
We also found a bunch of ripped out journal pages from 1990 that we never transcribed, that just happen to have the lyrics for Mare, the song we re-recorded + released last week, so maybe we'll take a break from 1993 to transcribe these entries from 1990. We also found these slides that i think we found in the garbage at Palazzo Colonna in Rome... we only grabbed a handful cuz we couldn't tell what they were, but now after scanning them we wish we would of grabbed more, here's a few unaltered):
6 Sept> Yesterday went on another ½-marathon walk, tackling Constitution (where B st shd be) + C streets north:
... thru Capitol Hill + along the mall passing many Smithsonians, Federal bldgs, etc.
|# 782 <(current)> 784> Life in the UCSC camper lot: the earthly ménage à trois that quaked our social awkardness awake|