James A. Reeves
@jamesreeves.co
Public notebook: fragments and inspirations, oftentimes unintelligible.
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Notes on time and strangeness, plus an hour-long soundtrack for a photography exhibition. Here's an interactive hyperlink.
There are very few perfect things in this fallen world. But this is one of them.
202/303/303/303/606/606, by TM404
from the album TM404
kontra-musik.bandcamp.com
November 12, 2025 at 10:52 PM
There are very few perfect things in this fallen world. But this is one of them.
Exquisite Corpse Club with @candychang.com and @martinessig.bsky.social.
November 9, 2025 at 3:36 AM
Exquisite Corpse Club with @candychang.com and @martinessig.bsky.social.
“God is an experience,” an old man said as he reached for another cookie. “Not a thing or a concept. God is an event.”
November 8, 2025 at 10:01 PM
“God is an experience,” an old man said as he reached for another cookie. “Not a thing or a concept. God is an event.”
A delightful piece about Wittgenstein’s “left-handed pages.”
(Which would be right-handed pages for me, but I’ve learned to accept that we live in an anti-leftist society.)
(Which would be right-handed pages for me, but I’ve learned to accept that we live in an anti-leftist society.)
Ludwig Wittgenstein’s left- and right-hand pages
“Only not to lose oneself!!”
masoncurrey.substack.com
November 6, 2025 at 10:17 PM
A delightful piece about Wittgenstein’s “left-handed pages.”
(Which would be right-handed pages for me, but I’ve learned to accept that we live in an anti-leftist society.)
(Which would be right-handed pages for me, but I’ve learned to accept that we live in an anti-leftist society.)
Look at me! Test-driving my fear of heights...
November 6, 2025 at 6:24 PM
Look at me! Test-driving my fear of heights...
My mom called the crusts of bread 'bones.'
November 6, 2025 at 3:09 PM
My mom called the crusts of bread 'bones.'
Pedestrians dislike runners and runners loathe cyclists and cyclists seem to hate everybody.
November 5, 2025 at 8:41 PM
Pedestrians dislike runners and runners loathe cyclists and cyclists seem to hate everybody.
Absolutely a favorite of the year. Like Porter Ricks risen from the muck and soil.
Ambeesh, by Sa Pa
9 track album
sa-pa.bandcamp.com
November 5, 2025 at 2:19 PM
Absolutely a favorite of the year. Like Porter Ricks risen from the muck and soil.
Reposted by James A. Reeves
"May your computer's fan run constantly"
November 5, 2025 at 12:37 PM
"May your computer's fan run constantly"
It's the finest season...
Oktember, by GAS
from the album Oktember
kompakt-gas.bandcamp.com
November 4, 2025 at 8:49 PM
It's the finest season...
Notes on time and strangeness, plus an hour-long soundtrack for a photography exhibition. Here's an interactive hyperlink.
November 2, 2025 at 6:32 PM
Notes on time and strangeness, plus an hour-long soundtrack for a photography exhibition. Here's an interactive hyperlink.
The end of Daylight Saving Time should be the year’s biggest holiday with fireworks, parades, and gift-giving.
Because if we can rearrange time, we can do anything we want. Invent new colors. Remove days from the week. Reset the internet to 2007. Have a functional government.
Because if we can rearrange time, we can do anything we want. Invent new colors. Remove days from the week. Reset the internet to 2007. Have a functional government.
November 1, 2025 at 6:33 PM
The end of Daylight Saving Time should be the year’s biggest holiday with fireworks, parades, and gift-giving.
Because if we can rearrange time, we can do anything we want. Invent new colors. Remove days from the week. Reset the internet to 2007. Have a functional government.
Because if we can rearrange time, we can do anything we want. Invent new colors. Remove days from the week. Reset the internet to 2007. Have a functional government.
I’m finally learning how to keep a notebook: nothing is sacred and nothing is profane.
Let it all blur together, the ruminations and hopeful plans and stray phrases and client work and memories of my parents and shopping lists and forgotten routines and ideas for songs to reverberate.
Let it all blur together, the ruminations and hopeful plans and stray phrases and client work and memories of my parents and shopping lists and forgotten routines and ideas for songs to reverberate.
October 31, 2025 at 4:24 PM
I’m finally learning how to keep a notebook: nothing is sacred and nothing is profane.
Let it all blur together, the ruminations and hopeful plans and stray phrases and client work and memories of my parents and shopping lists and forgotten routines and ideas for songs to reverberate.
Let it all blur together, the ruminations and hopeful plans and stray phrases and client work and memories of my parents and shopping lists and forgotten routines and ideas for songs to reverberate.
No matter where I go these days, some jackass is braying into a telephone and terrible music is playing.
October 31, 2025 at 4:07 PM
No matter where I go these days, some jackass is braying into a telephone and terrible music is playing.
It’s not an ideal spiritual practice, checking the news every few hours to see if he’s dead yet.
October 30, 2025 at 4:38 PM
It’s not an ideal spiritual practice, checking the news every few hours to see if he’s dead yet.
In 1997, we launched a spacecraft to study the rings of Saturn. Now we worry about chatbot erotica…
October 29, 2025 at 2:39 PM
In 1997, we launched a spacecraft to study the rings of Saturn. Now we worry about chatbot erotica…
Kept this on repeat during a six-hour flight over Greenland and it’s a highlight of 2025: beautiful static and little explosions that split the difference between Gas and Pole.
In Transit, by In Transit
6 track album
amadeupsound.bandcamp.com
October 28, 2025 at 9:14 PM
Kept this on repeat during a six-hour flight over Greenland and it’s a highlight of 2025: beautiful static and little explosions that split the difference between Gas and Pole.
"Every science begins as philosophy and ends as art."
—Will Durant, 1926
—Will Durant, 1926
October 27, 2025 at 2:30 PM
"Every science begins as philosophy and ends as art."
—Will Durant, 1926
—Will Durant, 1926
Another cosmic banger from Jusepe de Ribera. That gleam in the old man’s eye animates the entire painting.
October 25, 2025 at 2:42 PM
Another cosmic banger from Jusepe de Ribera. That gleam in the old man’s eye animates the entire painting.
But maybe there’s an interesting overlap between Surrealism’s “pure psychic automatism” and our technologies that “record everything but comprehend nothing.”
October 25, 2025 at 1:33 PM
But maybe there’s an interesting overlap between Surrealism’s “pure psychic automatism” and our technologies that “record everything but comprehend nothing.”
Bask in the serene and holy light of a Hammershøi.
October 24, 2025 at 1:57 PM
Bask in the serene and holy light of a Hammershøi.