Thursday

The Books - I Didn't Know That

Behold the finite set of thirteen convex figure
the irrational sine versus tangent forty-five.
And we genuflect before pure abstraction
1.05946…, twelfth root of two, amen.
to begin again…
To whom we venerate seven pieces,
endlessly manifold, self-contained, replete.
With all respect, we beseech the book of figures
Make us your analog, to begin again.
- Nick Zammuto and Paul de Jong

Tuesday

Runaway, Houses, City, Clouds - Tame Impala

Usage is like oxygen for ideas. You can never fully anticipate how an audience is going to react to something you’ve created until it’s out there. That means every moment you’re working on something without it being in the public it’s actually dying, deprived of the oxygen of the real world.
— Matt Mullenweg

Saturday

The Black Keys - Black Mud

And the night shall be filled with music,
and the cares that infest the day shall fold their tents
like the Arabs and as silently steal away.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Day Is Done

Thursday

Wednesday

Jaga Jazzist - One-Armed Bandit

Step by step, in domain after domain, the geeks are inheriting the Earth - Andrew McAfee

Thursday

Moritz Von Oswald Trio

In this world where every object was thrown away at the slightest sign of breakage or aging, at the first dent or stain, and replaced with a new and perfect substitute, there was just one false note, one shadow: the moon. It wandered through the sky naked, corroded, and gray, more and more alien to the world down here, a hangover from a way of being that was now outdated. -The Daughters of the Moon