I remember getting chills the first time I saw this picture.

I won Biggest Bestest Bust, since we stuffed my bra with all the socks we could.

This reminds me of the work of Wilhelm Reich. The Mass Psychology of Fascism probably addresses it most directly, but that’s one I haven’t read.

It’s like watching a loved one with paranoid schizophrenia, convinced there are sinister forces working against them, when the enemy is their own mind. Except the them is us, hurting ourselves.

I love Alice Glass. I used to be a fan of Crystal Castles as well, but after learning about why she left... now I always skip those songs when they come up.

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about my former technological optimism, and what happened over the years to sour those visions. Reading this opens another perspective on that time, and shows that not everyone was hoodwinked by the sales pitch.

Loved Magister Ludi, even tho it took me about a year and a half to read it. I’d read a section, then have to put the book down for a month or two to digest what I’d consumed. When I finished it, I felt like I had lived two or three complete lifetimes.

I wonder if the preference is genetic?

We attempted to create pseudo-fossil mimics by deploying abiotic vesicles (supplied by David Deamer) into a mineralizing hot spring. I took some lovely photos of the products with an optical microscope.

Kinda cool to think about my life trajectory, from actor performing Timothy Leary monologues to chemist in a lab testing psilocybin.