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those sOunds.

A guy I once knew had a sticker on his car that read, "I Love Hip-Hop." (I'm interpreting. Love was denoted by a bright red heart.) Both the simplicity and the sentiment struck me. I loved Miles, Satie, Bob Dylan and Tom Petty. I loved a lot of punk rock and ska bands too, but… Continue reading those sOunds.

Process

A (Haunted) Mind

There's nothing like studying something to dispel its mystery. You examine it, finding that you can explain away almost all of the inconsistencies and¬†irrationality. The thing becomes known and familiar, less strange as you begin to associate it with other known¬†things. Like an object sprung from orbit, the pull of mystery exerts less force each… Continue reading A (Haunted) Mind