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Don't Buy Bitcoins
08:47
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today I woke up from a dream about an academic conference
or some other large event in a hotel where a bunch of people had gathered
my friend Michael was there and we sat on a balcony and had some laughs
and I don't remember much about it beyond that
I woke up slowly so as not to disturb the cat who was sleeping
curled up like a croissant by my feet as he often does in the morning
and I checked all my apps while I lay in bed
sent off a couple of jokes and enjoyed a good twitter thread
then I took a shower and got dressed and made my first espresso
and ate two oatmeal goldies and a glass of water at the kitchen table
I normally take my breakfast outside but it's getting a bit too cold lately
and I've been feeling off, strangely fatigued and achey
then in the middle hours of the day it tends to disappear a bit
I passed the time I know but I'm not sure what I did
there was a walk and some cleaning and some administrative tasks
and some texting and tweeting and sitting on my ass
I take a late lunch these days usually somewhere around four
it's my least favourite meal and it often feels like a chore
today I warmed up a piece of leftover tortière
which sounds a lot more comforting in a song then it was in real life I swear
but now is when things start to really settle in
I have a second espresso each day around five or six
and for an hour or more I sit on the flowered sofa beside the bookcase
and the cat sits beside and I follow whatever thought I want to chase
today I read from Hadas Thier's people's history of capitalism
a former student had written to me asking me if I had an opinion
about bitcoins, and I do, and I told him but I wanted to check Thier's thoughts
and I think we more or less agree, though we emphasize different parts
you know how every get-rich-quick scheme is a scam
and how there's all this buzz around bitcoins, save em up and you'll get rich well damn
moving money isn't how we win, it's always a rigged game
and bitcoin is no different, you know who's gonna make it rain
the fucking rich, that's who, the hedge funds that are holding bitcoins right now
letting the value grow while dumb fuck poor people like us try to figure out how
we can beat the system, which we can't, and right when you're on a winning streak
bam, they're gonna sell, the value will plummet and you'll be up shit creek
anyway, what I'm saying is don't buy bitcoins man, you'll shoot yourself in the dick
and like Hadas Thier points out the whole thing exposes how deeply our society is sick
see bitcoins are codes generated by computers solving math problems
so there are farms of servers using huge amounts of real energy to solve them
think about all the issues we have around energy generation
oil and gas and electricity and fusion and the amount of destruction and pollution
we create to fuel this world, and think how many people go without basic necessities
while computers solve puzzles to create soon-to-be-worthless codes using all that energy
anyway I went deep on all that across the twilight hour of the day
and then I worked on a bit of music, some drums for a song about John Le Carré
but I get restless doing percussion I just don't have the patience
so I texted my mother and I made some dinner and I ate it
and then I watched the Canucks game on an illegal reddit stream
it's a frustrating way to watch, it's slow and I constantly lose the feed
but it's early in the season so I don't care too much
and I texted with Sarah and Cory and laughed on twitter about how the team sucks
and the second best part of the day is these last few hours
I give the cat his last meal at midnight and then we play with some string until he tires
and then some wonderful options unfold in front of me
games on my phone, books I can read, great shows on tv
I play Ascension on my phone or a strategy game called Scythe
I recently read a Guy Gavriel Kay book about a kid who gets lost in time
and now the Russia House by Le Carré and the space opera the Expanse
and the show the Queen's Gambit about that girl who becomes a chessmaster
and sometime before three am I finally turn out the light
and in the dark I walk to the office where the cat sleeps until after midnight
and I pick him up and he's so sleepy and I bring him to the bed
and we get really cozy and on my hand he rests his head
and that's usually when I clock out to the calming sounds of purring
though sometimes he hops down to conduct cat business I don't disturb
so then I roll over and put some piece of music in my ear
usually something I've been working on, long and winding and weird
and that's my day, some version of it, almost every day
and it seems so normal now that in my head it's hard to separate
one from the next and the next but what I realized this evening
is that this moment will pass and this will seem like a strange dream
and I won't be able to relate to what this year was like
and for all the ways it's hard I think I'll miss the slower pace and the movement of time
and the peace and quiet and space and freedom from social life
which I miss, but which can also stretch me pretty dry
and I'm lucky and I know it and a few different breaks and I wouldn't be here
able to say that there's a nice rhythm to my life this year
so this is a song of gratitude for what I've been granted
and a reminder that the future may not look nearly so romantic
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another day in a year that never ends
waking up knowing I don’t know how I want to spend
the next 12 to 14 hours most likely alone
cos it’s isolation time in Toronto, my unlikely home
I remember when I moved here in 2006
I said I’m gonna get this degree then get back to Winnipeg
but there’s inertia to living in one place for many years
and now it’s hard to picture myself living anywhere but here
I don’t love this city but I love a few parts
I love the Humber river and the lakeshore and High Park
and I like Indian Road despite the terrible name
where I’ve lived for seven years and where I became
a doctor, a professor, an uncle and a son without a dad
yeah on this street I’ve lived the very good times and I’ve lived the very bad
I’ve battled two pest infestations and I’ve painted all the walls
and I put up Christmas decorations that stay up all year because fuck it deck the halls
and in this house I’ve got an old piano that I bought down the street
it belonged to an old woman who died and her granddaughter was selling her things
that piano was built at a factory about ten minutes away
so for a hundred and twenty years it’s been in pretty much the same place
and on my walls I’ve got Alexander Rodchenko collage art
in the 1920s he was a figural member of the Soviet Avant Garde
his collages were strange and post modern and exciting as hell
in a society gripped by the idea that anything was possible
and in my living room I’ve recorded dozens of songs
when it was empty I came over and played my guitar and the sound echoed off the walls
so beautifully, and I knew I would make music in here one day
and I do, all the time, despite the sound of the rattling subway train
and I love the orange cat who lives in the house across the street
sometimes he comes over and sits on my front porch beside me
and there’s a family of raccoons who live in the tree at the side of my house
aometimes they’ll sleep on the roof next door and we hang out
I didn’t know what this song was about until just now
it’s about that tree, the neighbours are cutting it down
there was an arborist out front today scoping it out
at first I thought it was just a trimming but I heard them talking about
getting the relevant permissions from the city
and having hydro come out to make sure the electricity
lines don’t get crossed because it could be really dangerous
so I gather it’s going to be a pretty involved process
I didn’t say much but I asked the neighbour why
it’s a beautiful old tree with so much character and style
and she said she’s worried it’s gonna fall on her car
and for a moment if I’m honest I actually considered
smashing her fucking car myself
that tree didn’t put a driveway there it was fucking here first
if you want to live in a suburb move to fucking Brantford
don’t buy a house surrounded by trees and complain about the branches
its leaves break the afternoon sun to keep us cool
maybe you’ve got central air that doesn’t mean the rest of us do
I depend on the tree to shade the front of my house
who the fuck do you think you are to just cut it down
do you ever even look at that fucking tree?
have you ever sat and watched the raccoon family
walking along it’s big old trunk in a line
they stop sometimes by my window to take a look inside
or the birds that settle in among the leaves
there’s a woodpecker in the spring I sometimes see
who pecks away at my porch and then goes back to the tree
the more I think about it the harder it is to believe
that they’re more concerned about their fucking Volkswagen Golf
than a living thing that‘s lived longer than us all
that is as much as a part of this place as any of us is
man there has got to be some way that I can stop this
I think what’s at the heart of all of this for me
(besides the inherently fucked up idea that a car is worth more than a beautiful old tree)
is that that old tree is rooted in this ground
it’s literally above me and underneath me everytime I walk around
this house to which I feel connected after less than ten years
and part of that connection is the knowledge that so much of this was here
a long time before I was and that I’m attaching myself
to a system of roots that is ancient and strong and that can help
help me to find meaning in my existence on this planet
so to tear that all up I just don’t understand it
what does it mean to cut our connection to the past
and live in a permanent present building nothing to last?
my old piano, the Rodchenkos, my grandparents pictures on my wall
it’s all there to remind me that history is long and my time is small
and that I’m just a tiny part in a massive endless story
and I’m not alone because all these things and people came before me
I’m not alone, I’m surrounded by people and pianos and old trees
like the one Gareth sang about in the song Dutch Elm Disease
he shared that song on the Conifera Records board
I was like twenty years old and full of shit but that song still hit me hard
and he became one of my very best friends in the world
in the root system of my life his place was well earned
and if there are qualities in me of which I can be proud
that dude most definitely helped me to bring them out
we were barely twenty years old and he knew something I didn’t
trees fucking matter and not just as a symbol
because if we don’t respect the trees tell me how the living fuck
are we ever gonna learn to respect one another
I’ve gotta stop writing it’s getting really late
but from this spot in my bed where I’m laying
I’ve got three pieces of art on the walls that I can see
and in each one of them there is at least one tree
and on my closet door there’s light coming in through the window
and within that oblong shaped patch of light is a shadow
swaying gently back and forth in the most calming way
cos in between the streetlight and my window there’s a tree in the back lane
we’re alone enough in this world without cutting down the trees
trees are so old and they carry so many memories
in every possible sense of the word they’re bigger than you and they’re bigger than me
so that tree is in my heart tonight as I fall asleep
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3. |
Miika and Joey and Gus
08:23
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life is hard sometimes you try not to connect
just live each day the same one after the next
and it seems fine like you’re just chugging along
and then you’re watching a Korean crime show and you hear a buzz on the phone
and it’s Cory, and his cat Miika just died of heart failure
out of nowhere, just like that, what the fuck mother nature
and he says he’s got a headache from crying
and I don’t blame him, I’ve been there, and I’m sitting here trying
to figure out what to say but there’s honestly nothing
no way to do anything that can heal or change something
something so utterly awful and jarring, it’s total bullshit
it hasn’t been an easy stretch for my old friend and now this?
I’m sitting on the couch and my old cat is beside me
and I’m googling cat heart failure and of course I’m uneasy
because I’m feeling sad for Cory and Miika but also for me
cos I’m aware that it was almost a year ago to the day that we
lost our best friend and it was the hardest thing I ever did
sitting on the floor of my office holding his paw while he slid
over to the other side and our little family lost a member
three became two and even that’s not forever
cos this cat is old and diabetic and he’s got sinus problems
we rely on each other so much so when I say that from the bottom
of my heart, I’m sorry for my friend at this terrible loss
it’s not an empty gesture it’s more real than I could possibly
convey, and when I put down the phone I cried
I don’t cry often lately but I pictured Cory trying to say goodbye
he told me Miika looked really fucked up from the sedation
and I know what he means and it must have been really painful
but I’m determined not to end on such a sad note
it’s been about six months since I sat on the sofa and wrote
these words, and I can report that Cory is doing ok
and his other cat Suvi is thriving with the additional attention they now place
and I’m still chugging along with this funny old diabetic cat
it’s not always easy and I know there’s only so long he’s gonna last
but I was utterly blessed to get so many years
with a cat with such fuzzy paws and a silly snout and furry little ears
so thank you to this cat and to Miika and Joey and Gus
you all made a mark upon this world and especially upon us
the people who loved you with every fibre of our heart
and put you in our songs and our stories and our stitchings and our art
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4. |
Richard Pipes
14:55
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today something caught my eye when I glanced at my bookshelf
and before I time to think better of it, I found myself
reading Richard Pipes’ Communism: A History
and laughing at the margin notes I had written in fury
Pipes was one of what used to be called Sovietologists
and yeah their analysis operated on about the level of today’s Scientologists
they were anti-communist cold warriors who brazenly lied
to keep the American public obedient and capitalist and terrified
of the supposed evils of communism and before I circle back
to that Pipes book that I’ve got sitting in my lap
I just want to take a moment to appreciate the names of these Cold War relics
Richard Pipes, Robert Service and Robert Conquest
I had to read these guys when I started in university
and I’m not gonna lie there were moments when it occurred to me
that they maybe made these names up, because they were too perfect
big old Pipes leading the Conquest of communism in lady liberty’s Service
anyway ok in the first sentence Pipes says his book is an obituary
for communism of course and I underlined that and wrote “we’ll fucking see”
“it’s rout has been so complete” wrote Pipes with flair
“that we may only ask if it was human error or flaws inherent in its nature”
but Pipes is only warming up here and my favourite line
which you can tell from how heavily it is underlined
is when he says Marx’s Capital is so dense that few have ever read it
so the fact that it’s been so influential may be confusing to many
beside this in my own scrawl it says lol omg dude didn’t read Capital
he’s built a career as an expert on communism but doesn’t know it’s most basic principles
imagine writing a book about the history and practice of rock n roll
and admitting you’ve never actually listened to the White Album by the Beatles
which certainly explains how Pipes is able to say with credulity
that Marxism is hostile to new evidence or information, as a theory
as if Marx hadn’t pioneered an entire social scientific method
called dialectical materialism which was all about synthesizing new data with existing theory to test it
but look theory can be hard, I won’t be too rough on pipes for that
but the next underlined section is really unforgivably bad
beside it I just wrote "lol you can’t be serious"
he said “thus virtually all of Marx’s predictions turned out to be wrong, as became increasingly apparent during his lifetime and incontrovertibly so after his death”
the reality is that there are few social theorists who got nearly so much right
which is why Marx is a foundational piece of half of the social sciences
and at the core of it, his most straightforward claims are demonstrably true
and these aren’t even controversial, in many places they’re widely accepted too
one: that capitalism creates great wealth for the rich and poverty for the poor
and that inequality means two: that people will eventually demand more
and three: in trying to crush those workers movements, capital will create
four: a crisis where people can’t afford to buy the things their exploited workers make
this is only the beginning of the things that Marx accurately predicted
but poor old Richard Pipes would have a hard time knowing that since he admits he didn’t read it
and it seems around this point I got bored of his inane propaganda
because my margin notes abruptly end and fair enough, who has the stamina
who has the stamina to read the empty ravings of a guy who worked for Reagan in the 80s
and had multiple homes in Massachusetts and New Hampshire paid for by the CIA
presumably, since he headed a team there in the 70s
and of course serious scholars have long since shredded his books to confetti
but of course as Marx pointed out in the German Ideology
the ideas of the ruling class are widely spread and framed as common sense in any society
so as idiotic as Pipes work certainly was
a lot of people would have read it and would have nodded along
because it sat neatly alongside what people were taught as basic truths
communism is evil right, come on, you know this, you do
and there are plenty of Richard Pipes still bleating away today
because the ruling class and its ideology hasn’t yet changed
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5. |
Rose Garden
11:42
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I wrote and recorded over 70 minutes of music when my other cat passed
and now my remaining cat is sick and at this moment I don’t know how long he’s gonna last
I don’t want to burden the world with another cat album cos it’s heavy
so I’m trying to find other ways to manage the situation and get myself ready
for what will inevitably be among the worst experiences of my life
for as much as I loved the other cat it was always this one I was bonded to so tight
we’ve got similar personalities including the fact that in the face of physical pain we collapse
and we like the stay home quiet life and we both love music and in the evenings we like to stretch out on the sofa and relax
or so we did until ten days ago, when everything was interrupted
and he spent nearly a week at the hospital and when he came home he was profoundly altered
he’s like a ghost of himself, he won’t meow for food or purr in my arms or chase the yellow ribbon
after we cultivated it for sixteen months, nothing now remains, of our beautiful pandemic rhythm
I’m not gonna be selfish about this thing, we’ve had fourteen years and so many good times
and we’ve orbited one another in this house like two souls impossibly and irrevocably intertwined
losing him will be like losing a piece of me and frankly one of the pieces I like the most
and this house without that cat will be a beautiful rose garden without a single rose
now I’m not someone for whom hope is a ready available resource
for whatever reason for as long as I can remember my instinct is to expect the worst
and this was reinforced by the horrible seven weeks at the end of my other cats life
so the fact that I’ve felt so heavy and hopeless in these last days is no surprise
but I have to admit that a tiny bit of belief has been starting to set in
this cat's doing better and he’s more like himself he’s even letting me rub his chin
there’s still a lot of trouble and he’s a long way from being out of the woods
but the trees are further apart and we might be finding a path and that feels good
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Tyler Shipley Toronto, Ontario
Tyler Shipley was the founding member of the Consumer Goods (theconsumergoods.bandcamp.com) and now performs as a solo artist.
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