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My brain shut off seeing “3-chloro-4-dichloromethyl5-hydroxy-2(5H)-furanone.”
Cotter graduated in 2018 in computer science and now works at Bultema Group as a graphic and web designer. He likes good graphs and large dogs. He makes music with friends and alone too.
Attendance
I prefer everything with subtitles anyway.
Whatever Works
I’m not totally saying those two weeks of my high school AP stats class caused a nationwide erosion of trust in authority and science.
Exposed and Processed
Something like the Holga makes it impossible to forget that photos are made of light-affected chemicals on a roll of paper.
Seasonal Attention
Under the Madison Street bridge, the tree that grows sideways suddenly popped flowers that smelled like corn tortillas.
Ten Facades
There are no miscalculations or extraneous details—things are only borrowed or loaned between neighbors.
Consistency
I’m angry that saying “Don’t tell me what to do” is more American than saying “Tell me how to help.”
Admit It
At the risk of trivializing everything else, one of the things that scares me most about the president is his refusal to admit to tiny mistakes.
Flavor Text
And I’ve realized I like wading into expansive subcultures very shyly.
Silver Lining
I’d love to claim any of the righteous reasons I might use to defend the bus: environmentalism, patience, solidarity with my surroundings… but the truth is I just like it better.
It Won’t Make Sense Right Now
As the instruments strain and build, the chorus is repeated again and again, and her intimate scene-setting folds into a recollection.
How’s That Working Out for You
But the first time I stepped on the treadmill, I realized I don’t know how to run when I’m not moving myself forward.
Hey It’s Pomplamoose (& Patreon)
As this year ends, so does the decade, and summarizers and list-makers are compelled by narratives and retrospectives, trying to explain away what’s changed.
Going with the Stream
Just a few examples of artists getting playful with neat possibilities afforded by music’s digital presentation.
B is for Beach
I can never remember summer in the midst of a polar vortex, but I’m comforted and chastised that it comes.
Summer Concessions
“Con · ces · sion:
a thing that is granted, especially in response to demands;
a thing conceded.”
Driven
Not veering off into an oncoming car is just a social contract.
Burrito Dreams
I’m also thankful, in a more shameful sense, that I got to leave when I planned to.
Jeopardy, Alone, Unreal
The camera hides nerves, and each friendly contestant really knows their podium space is fought for and fleeting.
SAO Doesn’t Have To Die
Pop culture is the clearest image of the zeitgeist. It’s impossible to claim faith is holistic and not address that fixture.
The Spoon Rest
That’s how I realized, or decided: the spoon rest is the pinnacle of kitchen goods.
chill lofi hip hop beats to study/relax to
But maybe ironically, I’m rarely in the mood for my “favorite” albums: fixtures of music I champion as satisfying or well-crafted artistic achievements, blah blah blah. Beauty like that can sap a lot of energy.
Take-Out Evangelism
When a man approached me in the mall food court and sheepishly asked if I had a few minutes to talk about Jesus, I reflexively smiled and said, “Oh, I’m already a Christian!” before realizing I wasn’t completely lying this time.
So Here’s A Recital
This song has always felt so dumb to me even before its Extreme Makeover Bieber Edition. It’s historical fanfiction undercut by that insufferable “pah rum pah pum pum.”
Toothache
Mom made fajitas for dinner that night. I’ve never been so aware of the texture and toughness of food—I kept trying to gum it down, stubborn, spitting it out in the napkin, going again.
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[Found Sound]
“Have you ever been praying and all of sudden you wake up and you’re like ‘Oh I fell asleep, I was praying, sorry Jesus.’ A friend of mine said, ‘Don’t fret. That’s falling asleep on the lap of the Father.’ I’m like ‘Ha, yea, alright. Thanks for saying that.’”
On and Off with Andy
We’re getting used to this: the shepherding of my distracted attention back into the air. Sitting off to the side and seeing my traffic go by.
Our Old Pup (and Other Pets)
She waddles so slowly and aimlessly on evening walks that it feels like you’re tricking her into moving forward. I swear her body’s just gotten doughier and wider while her head has stayed the same size.
