Friday Ephemera (790)

There was a 2 or 3 second pause while you could see her wavering, tempted by the allure of sweet, sweet sanity, but then off the deep end she went.

As I’ve said before, the reality series Cops was eye-widening in this regard. And the behaviour of the people that the police encounter can, to the civilised, seem bewildering and surreal.

I’d guess that few people here are accustomed to, for instance, scenes such as this. I don’t live among people who would behave in such a way, and, unremarkably, wouldn’t care to. But I’ve learned to bear in mind that such creatures do exist. And that our minds, mine and theirs, are not at all alike. 

Yo Mama so funky, she used Secret…and it told.

While rummaging in some boxes in a closet, I recently unearthed a handful of cassette mixtapes and demos and whatnot from thirty-odd years ago. Now toying with the idea of ordering from Amazon one of those cheap Walkman-style cassette players that can copy old crap into a digital format. Not sure whether the results will be amusing or mortifying. 

I’ve given up on trying to keep up with format changes. For a long time, I just kept the old technology players but it’s gotten to be too much.

Somewhere, underneath tubes of Christmas wrapping paper and some tins of paint, we have a crate of 12″ singles. Haven’t owned a turntable since 1994. 

By the way, tonight’s X-Files rewatch after thirty-odd years will, I’m told, be Ice.