Yeah, and I here I am giving a shit again. I mean, I've made it this far. 62! And now I want it to be over with again, like I did when I was 9 and 16 and 28 and 33 and 43 and 55? At least I'm consistent.

I don't know how. I'd thought I'd been on only one date in my life, but on further reflection realized that if I really stretched the definition, I've been on nine. Over the last 46 years. Not a lot of practice. Horrible nighttime date, arranged…

Juan is a very strange cat. Or a very normal chupacabra. He has 28 toes, and tends to get caught on things. Otherwise he's astonishingly graceful, and an outstanding jumper. And he's quiet, and he's immaculate. He's over 15 years old, and…

Two different small-size guitars; one a "proper" electric with microtonal frets in the top half of the fingerboard, the other a toy but with metal strings tuned to the same scale as an egg slicer. Two different recordings of each, all through…

Jesse's spirit animal is the sloth. On the other hand, he's extraordinarily greedy. Top up the food and he's in there first. Freshen up the water, and he's on the scene. It's so bad that we have to lock him up at wet food time or he'll go from…

I was thinking about him earlier today, and then this came out of me, with its simple majesty, its quiet horror. I wonder what title they gave him in Hell.

In December 1948, a man and his wife were walking on Somerton Beach, near Adelaide, Australia. There was a man sitting there; they thought he might be drunk. Another couple thought he was asleep. The next morning it was discovered that he was…

A song about old abandoned stone farm houses on British moors.

A song about deportation from Britain to Australia for minor crimes such as poaching.

A ghostly song of bewitchment...

Just a lot of distortion and delay