...to kill time... .... ....I’m sick of logic.  Sick, like literally ill. I just threw up in my mouth a little and I don’t care about the problem incommensurability and I don’t care about rules for quantified logic or postulates of the system and I don’t care about Mill’s methods or Royce’s Theorem.  What am I talking about you say and I say "what? oh, oh nothing, am I unconsciously typing again?  That’s so awkward, where is my head at?"  (regrouping, gathering relevance to grandiose schemes of life.....)

...to kill time... .... ...The new record is going _______ (somewhat to moderately exciting)  I believe 14 or so..maybe 16 songs are recorded and by recorded I mean, as of this point they are skeletons equiped with essential organs but have yet to develop flesh, and hair, and eye balls (quite possibly the weirdest and disturbing analogy I have conjured).  Banjo and violin are scheduled to be tracked the 20th and 21st-ish, electric guitars and pedal steel on the 26th and 27th-ish.  And I’m recording some new piano tunes in Bend, OR the 22nd and 23rd-ish.

5 Songs I’ve been digging this month:

Oh wait, I don’t listen to music anymore.  I’m too busy writing god damn pointless papers and recording god damn useless songs. (deep breath, deep breath, breathe, compose yourself, breathe) .....and I’m done.