Crossposted from my blog: 67 minutes of DANCE TIME. Thanks to Alex for inspiration!
Tracklist
- College - Teenage Color
- Buddy Akai - I’ll Know
- Holy Ghost! - Hold On
- The Whitest Boy Alive - Golden Cage (Fred Falke Remix)
- Mystery Jets - Young Love (The Shoes Mix)
- Autokratz - Last Show - Original Mix
- The Gossip - Yr Mangled Heart (Guns’N’Bombs Trashbags Remix)
- Belle & Sebastian - Piazza, New York Catcher
- Frank Turner - This Town Ain’t Big Enough For The One Of ME
- The Helio Sequence - Hallelujah
- Earlimart - Answers & Questions
- AmpLive - All I Need
- Breakbot - Happy Rabbit
- Purple Crush - Shopping on the Dancefloor
- Teenagersintokyo - Very Vampyr
- Steve Aoki - Justice, Waters of Nazereth (Erol Alkan’s Durrr Durrr Durrrrrr Re-Edit) (with Pase Rock guest drop)
- Justice - Phantom II (Boys Noize Unreleased Turbine)
- Sébastien Tellier - La Ritournelle (Mr. Dan’s Mix)
I have a thing for purposeful monochromatic constructions, devices that simultaneously tickle my parietal and occipital lobes, Venn diagrams of precious little intersection of the trickster, beauty and math. Childhood ingredients included parts Escher, Pinball Construction Set and the Basel School. This week I was ecstatic to be exposed to not one, but two examples of this meter—one physical, the other virtual, both Japanese, rendered in white, challenges to be experimented with.
29 days ago, in a flash of brilliance with a bread knife and a slightly-stale bagel, I almost took off the end of my thumb. Well-drugged and stitched a few hours later, the immediate crisis was over. But what began was a few weeks of operating with half my opposable digits. I fumbled to pick up things and learned to press modifier keys with another finger, inadvertently writing whole sentences in a gimp substitution cipher. Other limbs substituted for missing abilities, and complex two-hand maneuvers such as opening spring-loaded door latches became new challenges.
Two weeks ago I took the stitches out. This was simultaneously fun and gross, the satisfaction of removing the black nylon thread from my thumbprint not unlike popping a big zit. I’d graduated to “normal” band-aids, the daily application of Neosporin being largely symbolic at this point—a huge scar is inevitable.
29 days later, I’m celebrating by trekking across Stockholm to the biggest climbing gym in Scandinavia. It’s been almost 2 months since I last climbed, and I’m really excited. Going to boulder a bit, and maybe find a climbing partner—hoping that “on belay” translates.
I’ve been blogging over here lately.
