episode seventy-nine / a pulse of some gloomy charm if you ask me / not even vague anxiety / The whole house applauded

episode seventy-eight / schlepped to Darlington to chat & scheme; read about Kodwo Eshun's Nietzsche fridge magnet on the way back / poor selection of emojis at work / Strong and stable my arse.

episode seventy-seven / Inaccurate but not dishonest* / Today, I was reminded never to assume that two different versions of tar are fully compatible. / ¡No hay banda!

*ffs

episode seventy-six / traffic and birdsong / or is it birdsong and traffic? / recorded on a bank holiday, as it goes

episode seventy-five / a few hours oblivious of the snap election / crushing on Marder's Dust / Rest of cast listed alphabetically:

episode seventy-four-b / i mean, if all *this* doesn't, at some level, amount to a delirious obsession with details in art direction, what, exactly does it amount to? / i wish i could claim i'd realised today was Leon Kowlaski's incept date but i didn't it'll it started to crop up on my Twitter feed / & luckily i recorded a fuck ton* of rain that day /

*by which i mean to say about fifteen minutes

episode seventy-four / let's be real - i would subscribe to a podcast that was just recordings of precipitation / &, feasibly, would make this podcast just recordings of rain if i wasn't so easily distracted / so, yeah, hmu with recommendations for rain-based media

episode seventy-three / a held tone, a pulse, a hiss / a dream of machines dreaming, maybe / grey spring so far

episode seventy-two / "Terry was sitting in his flat in Islington." / the wrong kind of pub quiz / bit parts in bad movies

episode seventy-one / breaths, clicks, rumbles, compression artifacts / an 881% increase in electricity usage / Yevgeny Zamyatin died eighty years ago, yesterday