Why I/am am/I doing this...

...is the question/answer, not necessarily in that order.

I like blogging. I like checking stats and seeing that 11 people viewed my blog yesterday and some of them are in places I've never been. I like feeling like I'm in some kind of equilibrium, that writing is interlocked with reading, playing with listening. So to that end, I'm going to try and come here a little more often, and also try to mute the voice that asks what the point of it might be.

Seattle is beautiful this time of year. I've been wearing a hoodie, which feels like some kind of moral victory. Going to see High on Fire this weekend. My first metal show. The guitarist is, according to a reliable source, a 'riff meister.' So that bodes well.

And crossing things off of the list, seemingly at a greater rate than I am adding things to the list. Another low-grade moral victory. Reading Dave Hickey, as I mentioned earlier, and wondering about the impossibility of subject positioning inside the work, about the way one can be sealed off from something, forced into voyeurism. And thinking that maybe that's a way to think about something like, say, The Exchange. In some way it asks the audience to see too much, unnerves them with the intimacy of the reveal. I'm not sure I intended to do that, though. Something to think about. As is how to integrate writing and music-ing. To the point that it doesn't feel like I'm integrating anything, just doing.