My relationship with Big wasn’t the only thing I blew up that day. At the Trinity test site I detonated the first plutonium bomb, unleashing a 22 kiloton blast. Had I become Death, destroyer of worlds? Meanwhile uptown, Samantha had her hands full with her own “Manhattan project”

Somebody asked me how often the microtonal music community gets together. I answered, at odd intervals.

*sticks fingers in ears
Only following the nice people lalalala