hmm

is anyone looking at this stuff?

maybe its hidden away here...

just in case:

 the following Cartesian coordinates define the vertices of an icosahedron with edge-length 2, centered at the origin:

(0, ±1, ±φ)

(±1, ±φ, 0)

(±φ, 0, ±1)

where φ = (1+√5)/2 is the golden ratio (also written τ). Note that these vertices form five sets of three mutually centered, mutually orthogonal golden rectangles. 

in public, the glare!

i am pleased to see that just over the weekend i have gotten a lot of visitors to the site here

i am finding its easy to put this stuff up and i'll try and keep it regular

one of my main objectives is to have a place to put up music i am working on, for sale or free i'm not sure... the whole problem of making money from music now is just too weird 

its always been that but for different reasons... the formula used to be that the tour promoted the record now that equation has completely reversed itself and the record supports the tour... i dont think of too many other things that have totally flipped like that

i put up some new pictures, well ones that havent been up here before, amongst them some shots of Goldfield Nevada... that is a place that we passed through a couple of years running while driving from Vegas to Burning Man outside of Reno Nevada... in 1890 or thereabouts Goldfield was a boom town of more than 30 thousand souls, the Goldfield Hotel was the biggest hotel in Nevada... but the mines fizzled out and now its a veritable ghost town with just a few hundred people living in and around... its beautiful in its bleakness though; the main street has brand new building standing next to abandoned ones that look like they have been empty for decades... the hotel is notoriously haunted, every one of the various 'ghost hunter' tv shows have done a segment there but the locals say that its all bunk

 the scenes from 'Vanishing Point' of the radio station apparently were shot in the Goldfield Hotel... gee i see now that the hotel has a Myspace page... 

i frequently think about retiring to Goldfield, theres something wonderfully barren and slow about it... its just so damn hot 

 also i put a different picture on my Cormac McCarthy quote page, its a sort of swamp near home here

then here is a punk orange

and

lets see what happens here... now... as i mentioned elsewhere i will imminently make this site more apparent to the public at large... the masses huddled and otherwise, until then i have nothing to say, the thing is tis easier to update than to post anew...

here then is...

with the approach of winter all the little animals gather stuff and proceed into their various suspended states of dark being... asleep, half asleep and in semi-comas... we see the gathering but not the sleeping here going on in the woods and small forests still standing... in the city the pigeons sit lined up on the edges of building like the Grecian chorus, they all look down simultaneously to where the parks are being realigned and cleaned...

up in 'the country' things are even slower... a car running into a tree brings out vast teams of assistant and assistant to the assistant police types... i've seen perhaps five separate vehicles show up at the most benign accident... is this because no one here has enough to do... perhaps some sort of combined rubbernecking that takes an official position... after years and years of city life re-locating into rural America has been strange if fairly uneventful... there isn't really much difference though the participants all act as if there was thereby creating a difference based almost entirely on peoples attitudes and individual stances... one acts like 'country folk' when living in 'the country'... that may entail choices in dress, speech and who gets the occasional evil stare but in actuality amounts to little