blogger nick sylvester is bored and content and remembers some stuff. legendary beard and neurologist oliver sacks is writing a book exploring the linkages between music and memory. “hauntology” is a nebulous term used to talk about records with a certain psycho-memorial effect that becomes shortened to “h-tology” because bloggers get slightly ahead of themselves. soon bloggers will have no idea what it means and then they will start having to remember what they thought it meant in the first place or why they needed a word for that sensation. they will not be able to do it quite right, i.e. they will start traipsing through the jungle of revelations, perhaps. unfuckwithable experimental music label ghost box puts out some really boring records that make blogger mike powell remember things he has never experienced. he found an explanation entitled “why i will never return to graduate school” on a harvest foods receipt under a large container of cayenne pepper on his counter:

remember all of those ideas that drove you pretty much insane during the spring of 2004. like the one about form i.e. pop song structure being an essentially distracting thing, made distracting through perpetual conditioning. so it’s not that we’re bored with it. actually, we’re constantly occupied by it. if we were to actually get bored, the world would go into reverse-origami mode and we’d be flooded with rootless memories and the unique, confusing bliss of present experience. don’t forget to stop taking so many mushrooms and reading poetry. go back and listen to robert ashley’s private parts whenever you are worried that you are not bored enough. try to report on full boredom like it was a junior-high soccer game.

(and the reason why we *don’t* spend the time is that a) there’s more shit than ever and i don’t mean “shit” as in “stuff” but “shit” as in bad stuff and b) fear of death is spiking amongst supersaturated youth. blogger nick sylvester calls it “back on the run.” and so pier one of redemption is acknowledging the unpinnable cornucopia of life in general and pier two is settling in with stuff like harmonia or robert ashley, records that basically say “here now” over and over again. sleeping is okay. blogger mike powell spent some 2005 inside the float tank, which was expensive but worth it. the barefoot guide said it was “okay to fall asleep.” blogger mike powell finally remembered all the years his mother fed him white plastic tapes with names like celestial highways to try to calm him down from his fear or death. om. but seriously, relax, toke and pass, remember that “nothing happens” is, grammatically speaking, a positive statement.)

what might be a memory, albeit an ineffable and indeterminate one, is blossoming in the alzheimer’s-ridden mind of someone’s grandmother to the music of dorothy coates. bagpipes continue to be ineffective in the rescue of geriatrics from a perpetual present.