Holy shite! It�s Christist Eve,

I started a job at a gas station today. As I was filling out my you can�t sue us even if we maim you form I noticed there was one radio in the place. It was tuned to a pop station which was half audible over static. After that all I heard for the rest of the afternoon were beeps from the register as folks pulled up to fuel up. I sold lottery tickets by the hundreds.

Francis Henville, I thought your year end article was fantastic. Definitely my favorite so far. My favorite album of the year is whatever ambient sounds were present while I read it. I don�t remember what they were. I like the idea that my �album of the year� is unconscious to even myself. At least I am unconscious of its content. I am very conscious of its name. For years I�ve admired my speakers turning on and off. My bedroom is in a basement with no windows and I lay down there and listen to the furnace kick on and off. It�s a rattle and then a dirty bass drone. Often it wakes me from deep sleep. Half dreaming I think of LaMonte Young. He was kind of an asshole. Then I think of John Cage. I think he was nicer.

Nadolig Llawen indeed.