I do this manually each Saturday, collating most of the tweets I made the past week at [twitter.com/disquiet](https://twitter.com/disquiet), which I think of as my public notebook. Some tweets pop up sooner in [expanded](https://disquiet.com/2022/04/22/earthpercent-for-earth-day-and-beyond/) [form](https://disquiet.com/2022/04/20/new-loraine-james-team-up/) or [otherwise](https://disquiet.com/2022/04/18/exploring-sonification-design/) on Disquiet.com. I’ve found it personally informative to revisit the previous week of thinking out loud. This isn’t a full accounting. Often there are, for example, conversations on Twitter that don’t really make as much sense out of the context of Twitter itself.
▰ I didn’t know until today that (yeah yeah TIL) “Noyes” is pronounced “noise.” A friend visiting Chicago sent me a four-second video from a train. The automated voice is heard saying what appears to be “This is noise.” The screen at the rear of the car reads “This is Noyes.”
(And yeah, now my cultural-jukebox brain is revisiting old issues of The Duplex Planet.)
▰ Got a bunch requests in this regard the past couple weeks while I was traveling, so I wanted to mention it here: I enjoy writing liner notes, and I make time for doing so. Artist bios (like for press kits, etc.) are something I don’t really have time for. Thanks.
▰ Start a blog. Then in 25 years you can tell yourself what a rewarding way it has been to spend 25 years, as I’ve been doing this year in between writing new disquiet.com blog posts.
▰ Yes, you’re drinking a cup of coffee while your brain whirrs up for the day, and you’re listening to the [new edit](https://petergabriel.bandcamp.com/track/shock-the-monkey-earth-day-version-for-earthpercent) of Peter Gabriel’s “Shock the Monkey,” and at the appropriate moment you do, indeed, find yourself crossing your arms, instinctually, in front of your chest.
Just as a side note, the original “Shock the Monkey” video now looks sort of like a supercut compression of the *Moon Knight* TV series.
▰ “So, what’s your optimal BPM?” That’s what I asked on Twitter. I got a lot of responses: ➔ [twitter.com/disquiet](https://twitter.com/disquiet/status/1517514835503714304)
▰ It’s Earth Day. Take out your earbuds and open your window.
▰ “We care about your experience so we may record this call.”
Note: cause and effect are not simply the result of the insertion of a conjunction.
▰ The 10th novel I finished reading in 2022: I read Sayaka Murata’s excellent *Convenience Store Woman* earlier this year, and followed it up with *Earthlings*, which engages in a similar narrative (individual viewing society from an extreme remove) but in a much darker mode. And the novel’s end is hardcore Ballardian. Yow. (Also: There’s virtually no sound in *Earthlings*, a stark contrast with *Convenience Store Woman*, which was full not just with sound, but with the protagonist’s perception of sound.)
▰ Friday, April 22, 2022, was the 100th birthday of one of the greatest musicians of all time, American jazz bassist Charles Mingus. I tweeted a playlist of favorites to mark the moment, starting with a live 1964 concert with Eric Dolphy, wending through covers by Keith Richards and Joni Mitchel, touching inevitably on his own *Ah Um* and his trio album with Duke Ellington and Max Roach, *Money Jungle*, and closing on the opening cut of *Mingus Mingus Mingus Mingus Mingus* — his initial solo on “II B.S.” is so deep, so intimate. Then he invites the band in a bit at a time until it scales out to something utterly massive in scope. ➔ [twitter.com/disquiet](https://twitter.com/disquiet/status/1517671660282777600)
▰ And finally, the weekend, which I take off social media. Some recommended plans:
– Listen to more Mingus
– Let Earth Day linger
– Prep for World Listening Day (July 18)