Thanksgiving. Tonight I am grateful because I have a safe place to sleep, food to eat, and the freedom to make my own decisions. Sometimes I overlook how rare these things can be and how lucky I am. I’m thankful for those I love and those who are patient with me. I am grateful for the memories of the people I’ve lost and that I’m slowly learning to hold them close, although they are no longer here. I am thankful I can walk and run without complaint, and I must remember to savor this, for this will not always be the case. I’m damned grateful for seven years and nine months without a drink. This year I’ve finally learned to fall asleep in silence, and I’m thankful for that too. I’m also thankful for the first sentence of Neuromancer: “The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.”
Midnight Radio
First Things
Three songs that possess the righteously serene energy I fantasize about cultivating in the first minutes of a new year.
Midnight Radio
Holiday Lullaby
Robot love and the glory of reverb.
Midnight Radio
Slow Gold
Egg foo young, tornados, suffering, and short-circuiting the algorithm.