moananddrone @moananddrone@mastodon.xyz
Ⓐ. Writes wrongs. Sub-minimalism. #scholcomms. Sound. KVLTVRE. Odious not odourless. Libraries not liberals. Vegan. Privacy. GPG: http://keybase.io/moananddrone
Bed. The Expanse. Satsumas.
Tor swag, rats, sofa, chill.
Too early for all of this being on the train malarky.
Ada and I.
TIL There's an ISO standard for brewing tea
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ISO_3103
"ISO 3103 is a standard published by the International Organization for Standardization (commonly referred to as ISO), specifying a standardized method for brewing tea, possibly sampled by the standardized methods described in ISO 1839"
And Ireland wasn't happy because it omitted prewarming the pot:
"Ireland was the only country to object, and objected on technical grounds"
In between doing what I can to challenge white liberal apathy and agitate for some active resistance, I've been recording all the reverberant metals all weekend. Hopefully it'll be a soundtrack against this entire vile culture. Oh, I was doing that, and writing a presentation about open access publishing in teaching-led universities. Oh, and street skateboarding. https://mastodon.xyz/media/2JPa1BT9Dq5S0II_kC8
Ooh it does!
Ooh client update. Wonder if notifications work?
Collaboration w/ @moananddrone now available as 3" CDr + Booklet. £3 + p&p via http://mroystonward.bigcartel.com/product/the-sons-of-david-ginola-blood-too-thick-symptoms https://octodon.social/media/2X-GEcXUi6e2ltYFmYY
Tired beyond all words. Still, I really shouldn't grumble. Stay cool, folx. x
My disdain for existence is consistent. But I meet more rich cunts, and I want to burn them all harder AND faster.
I'm back!
Mourning vibes.
Feeling somewhat lost in digital spaces at the moment, tbqh. Seeking pals/community etc.
Still temping as a shaman.
Inside the 'Stalkerware' Surveillance Market, Where Ordinary People Tap Each Other's Phones https://motherboard.vice.com/en_us/article/inside-stalkerware-surveillance-market-flexispy-retina-x
Begin a new and recognise the reproduction of the extent in your perceived newness. Then see old. See old, and panic under the fear of time and its past as weight upon you. Your lightness of being consumed by the weight of the past, all across the inevitable that is your future. Then carry on. And on, anon. All in the name of a very utterable nothing. And on. Today. Yesterday. Tomorrow. Just on.
