small matter: FIRE??!

Uh, so, just a minor procedural note: if I fail to post normally-posted things over the next couple days, it will be because they've switched off my power (and therefore internet). As a preventative safety measure*. For the lovely fuck-off brush fire currently burning up the hills on the other side of the highway from me.

I mean, it would have to cross said highway and burn up my tiny town before it got to me personally. That's only a couple miles though. Considering what happened to Paradise last year, that's not, like, out of the question.

Fun side effect: in a blackout, we would also have no a/c or fans. It has been 105 degrees for the last several days and over 100 for...about a week? I love dying.

*(I have thus far enjoyed the various messages I have received this summer from the power company, telling us to be prepared for blackouts lasting more than 48 hours if they think it will help with fire danger. I mean, there's a fire on right now and they haven't done fuck all, but what do I know. I hate the power company.)

Lake Lewisia #397

From sacred performances to rap battles, she found a rich tradition of musicians facing off from which to choose. What she called recorded performance magic sessions–harp players across from turntables, drummers versus throat singers, holding down the elemental quadrants–were really just an excuse for her to stand at the center with microphone in hand. The maelstrom buffeted her, something more than noise, something more than ritual, a universal song surrounding her as long as the music flowed.

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