News, essays, reviews, surveillance
I’ll have more details in the coming weeks, but for now I’m excited to report that the Disquiet Junto is again teaming up with Musikfestival Bern for a trio of music composition prompts this year. The first will occur on May 1, the second in mid-June, and the third in mid-July. More on the festival at musikfestivalbern.ch (from which the above screenshot was taken). Thanks again to Tobias Reber for the invitation to collaborate.
This is the 14th comic in the ongoing series I’m doing with Hannes Pasqualini. See a full index of Frame by Frame comics at disquiet.com/fxf. More from Hannes at hannes.papernoise.net.
Deconstructionism: everything is a text
A nearby library:
At the end of each week, I usually collate a lightly edited collection of recent comments I’ve made on social media, which I think of as my public scratch pad. I find knowing I’ll revisit my posts to be a positive and mellowing influence on my social media activity. I mostly hang out on Mastodon (at post.lurk.org/@disquiet), and I’m also trying out a few others. And I generally take weekends off social media.
▰ Picked up my Earth ticket on Sunday evening when I happened to walk by the Chapel on Mission. Can’t remember the last time I bought a physical ticket at a venue days in advance of a show.
▰ Changing from one brand of earbuds to another means learning a whole new range of controls and context-specific sounds, and getting used to a different set of options, and to the unique tonality of the sonic artifacts resulting from digital processing.
▰ I probably should have turned on the lights in the kitchen before preparing granola this morning. If it’s possible to overdose on nutmeg, I’ll know shortly.
▰ Afternoon trio for dryer, bathroom fan, and passing bus.
▰ Read a lot this week (Adrian Tchaikovsky’s Children of Time, Michael Connelly’s The Black Echo), but only finished reading one book, a graphic novel titled The Phantom Scientist by Robin Cousin, who tells a story at once scientific and elliptical, with strong echoes of Chris Reynolds and Jason Shiga, not to mention Don DeLillo. I really dug it, but if someone can explain its ending to me as being anything more than artfully oblique, I’d be thankful.
