The weather here has been bizarre of late. The other night I went out in a sixties mini-frock and jacket, today it snows.


Just filling you in.



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I'm also rediscovering the joy of vinyl in contrast to the frenetic, disposable character of the giddy mp3 whirl. Taking the thing out of its many sleeves, gently blowing the motes of dust away, the implicit promise to be there still in the 20 or so minutes it takes on one side. Holding music as a concrete object once more. My flatmate's lent me his tweecore record player in a suitcase and I've managed to acquire some very pleasant ditties to enliven my sunday morning sloth.