In Aisle and Arch the Satin Secret Collects

Two hours Saturday, those boxes, that toy. Happiest cat I've ever. I've no idea why white-noise white-noised Stanley's purrs and trills the last 45 seconds, apologies.

Also too, the below is officially now this blog's Official Theme Song 5, I must have listened to it 25 times since I posted it and harder not faster, yo. I'm also petitioning the judge of my conscience to change the Shitty Desert Island Five game into the Shitty Desert Island Six game while I'm also petitioning the judge of my conscience throw out that motion, Yo La Tengo either becomes the fourth permanent member of the Shitty Desert Island Five or, if I want two rotation spots but want Yo La Tengo a permanent member kick out Kate Bush or Pere Ubu/David Thomas or Guided by Voices or shut the fuck up. I am also petitioning the judge of my conscience to ignore my obsessive/compulsive need to impose order and categories on the things that give me pleasure in response to my resentment at the imposition of order and categories on me by power that pisses me off. It's a feature of my training, not a bug.

• On technology and the classless society.
• Anarchism and teaching.
• The self-manufacturing of Romney. I confess, what bothers me the most about Romney is that he looks like Bryan Ferry.
• New Obama cinema?
• Bleggalgazing.
• Bleggalgazing.
• Kansas City Wizard fans called their renamed team the Sporks?
• The punk films of Amos Poe.
• Everybody thinks I'm a raincloud.
• God, I love Yo La Tengo.

[I rose from marsh mud]

Lorine Niedecker

I rose from marsh mud,
algae, equisetum, willows,
sweet green, noisy
birds and frogs

to see her wed in the rich
rich silence of the church,
the little white slave-girl
in her diamond fronds.

In aisle and arch
the satin secret collects.
United for life to serve
silver. Possessed.