A First.
I. Prelude:
Andy and Brady and I are playing at The Cow on Saturday night! If you know you know. And then afterward, Brady and I are doing our apocalyptic-death-cult music-for-the-rapture thing, for the first time, so bring your willingness to suffer. (We were called The Bonk, briefly, but they are already a band so now we have no name, again. However, Brady has started saying “The Bonk” as a shorthand for “Hang on a second, that’s not really a reasonable jag to go on right now.” Try it! If you dare.)
II. The rest:
Allies—
I keep noting things I ought to put here and then not writing to you. We find ourselves at a backlog. This bodes well for you, in that I will probably not bang on about whatever given the number of things to go over.
New releases! On two record(ing)s:
WHOA MOMMA, a first for moi:
I had a thing published in another thing that is NEW! and the thing I wrote talks about yet another thing that is hopefully coming in my lifetime(!).
To translate so as to avoid blindly clicking on the things, per your digital hygiene training=>
I have been writing oodles of prose and for the first time an actual literary journal published some. This is issue #1 of this journal and it is writing #1 of my broader uninteresting writing journey so it feels biblically significant. And the story talks about another writing project, and it turns out THAT writing project also spawned a new one (in progress) and now yet another thing after that, tying it all together into a consistent universe like a weird Italian Harry Potter but sorcery is replaced by a fake metaphysics in which music explains everything.
And now, a not-exhaustive list of ways to be nice:
I was matched with someone who needs bone marrow. After going through the more rigorous medical eligibility process, I was disqualified. I thought I would be relieved but it was actually sad so maybe my ineligible bone marrow can transform into many more eligible skeletons registering here:
https://www.nmdp.org/get-involved/join-the-registry/donate-bone-marrow
You can still give money to help hungry people in Minneapolis, in exchange for which I will run a marathon. The fact of the matter is that my calf hurts. And yet:
III. Salutations,
Andrea