#throwbackthursday

Wow, crazy.

From the drone archives: Blake Island, the Cathlamet arriving at the North Terminal, and the Emerald City. (2020)

I Am a Camera

Into the Lens, not to be confused with the Buggles' version.


I do like both, but unsurprisingly, Trevor Horn and I have different preferences (I am inclined toward the more proggy orchestrated Yes track over the hauntingly ethereal Buggles offering).  And I notice there apparently was no time for wardrobe changes, which I find kinda funny given the Ship of Theseus nature of the band in later years...

Escaping the Matrix

Telephone Booth (number 905 1/2):

woke up this morning

feeling excellent,

picked up the telephone

dialed the number of

my equal opportunity employer

to inform him I will not

be into work today

Are you feeling sick?

the boss asked me

No Sir I replied:

I am feeling too good

to report to work today,

if I feel sick tomorrow

I will come in early

Pedro Pietri.

You're the magnet to my soul

The 2002 show we attended was during the Magnification tour, so here's the title song.  

That was the last Yes album I bought, in point of fact.  It's fine; better than the previous half dozen from where I sit.  I do like The Quest (2021), and have even blogged a couple tracks from it, but I just stream these days.

Lebensmagnetismus

The Moon’s Magnetic Field Once Came from an Asteroid:

When you walked in

it was like recognizing

 

the moon when he returns.

His lover bites his cheek; she

 

has no choice. All we see

is the dissolution, then await

 

the reconstruction.

Each time, the sky

 

yanks her into his orbit.

I want to say I’m sorry.

 

I want to say

You win. Our bodies are like

 

the confessional booth these

poems are stuck in. Even

 

the priest can see that sin.

You’ll be all spit and honey—

 

or maybe I’m the poisoned

flower gnawing on its own

 

lip because it has no hands

to reach for you. Only words

 

that are as useless as the pollen

for saying anything. I continue

 

to serve them even with your hands

around my throat from across

 

the room. Your voice is home,

I answer it like a bat guided

 

across the atmosphere. This

is a narrative that cannot end

 

well but wants to, but must.

I’ll continue to go down kicking

 

and you’ll be sweet as anything

until you bite back. No, it can’t

 

end here—we won’t let it.

Billions of years have passed

 

since an asteroid last hit

the moon: clearly some

 

magnetic fields can be sustained.

Rebecca Morgan Frank.

Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together

This is the show I went to at Radio City with my buddy Evan just before my Jesus birthday.  

You see that ghost watermark thingy in the video's lower right?  On the wide shots (which show basically our view from the balcony front row), that's approximately where one dude was, right by the stage, joyfully dancing his ass off the entire time (wish you could see him).  I was pretty fucking joyful, too, but did not dance.

And speaking of marrying our fortunes together, that would be my First Wife Era...

He stares at me, that man of long ago.

The Haunted:

O ruinous house, within whose corridors

     None but the wicked and the mad go free.

(On the dark stairs they wait, behind the doors

     They crouch, they watch, or creep to follow me.)

Deep in old blood your ominous bricks are red,

     Firm in old bones your walls’ foundations stand,

With dead men’s passions built upon the dead,

     With broken hearts for lime and oaths for sand.

Terrible house, whose horror I have built,

     Sin after sin, unseen, as sand that slips

Telling the time, till now the heaped guilt

     Cries, and the planets circle to eclipse.

You only are the Daunter, you alone

Clutch, till I feel your ivy on the bone.

John Masefield.

Denn Als Geister Ruft Euch Nur, Zu Seinem Zwecke, Erst Hervor Der Alte Meister.

If “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results”, what the heck is Generative AI? pic.twitter.com/OVc5p0lL3R

— Gary Marcus, MIT PhD and NYU Professor Emeritus (@GaryMarcus) June 1, 2026

Zooming in:

Or to put it another way:

companies using Ai thinking it’ll save them money: pic.twitter.com/R2ldTYPKTs

— ally (@missmayn) June 1, 2026

Selah.