Morphic Mixtape
Lord Bitweaver’s Journal, 12th of Colddark, 716 —
Another day of working my ass off at the bit mines. My team lead even noticed how wobbly I was by later afternoon, and it’s a damn good thing I haven’t had to make any truly critical decisions today after about 4pm or so. I’m really proud of my work there, and so far I’m still taking the hard work as a challenge to my abilities. I don’t think anyone there wants to take it to abusive overwork any more than I do.
Preparing for MarsCon. Tonight I’ve compiled “Morphic Event”, another new playlist of driving music for the trip. Selections include the kickass Macross Delta end theme, and of course some carefully-chosen David Bowie. You know, I traditionally wear something pretty and shiny on Saturday night at the con, but had almost planned to skip that this year because I wasn’t feeling especially flamboyant. Then Bowie passed away, and I thought “If he’d been my friend, he’d have wanted me to be my genderqueer, leg-flaunting self this weekend.” So, tomorrow I’ll be picking out something short and shiny that doesn’t show too badly the weight I’ve gained this year. Speaking of performances, I intend to spend some time tomorrow learning my lines for the Luna-C show. I’m good at learning them Friday night, but I’d much rather be enjoying the con.
That’s pretty much it for today: a hard day’s work, dinner and some quiet time, then some music-mixing creativity. After I post this, I’ve got some Managlitch tweaking to do. I’m late posting my New Year’s episode; part of my slow pace is general stress making me not want to spend energy on anything but being a slug, but part of it is my anxieties trying to keep me from the keyboard, keep me from setting aside the time to work on my ideas because it’s selfish or something. I especially want to unlearn that latter, but that is also slow work. Dammit.
The journaling helps. So, here’s the latest.
Turn and Face the Strange
Lord Bitweaver’s Journal, 11th of Colddark, 716
You know how many David Bowie albums I own? Nothing but the soundtrack to “Labyrinth”, which I’m sure doesn’t count. MP3 files? Just “Space Oddity”. Yet… damn, the man was a part of my life anyway. I never changed the station when he appeared on the radio. I can’t think of a track of his that I don’t like. And like so many people I know on social media, it’s hard to believe that he’s gone. He should just still be… here.
The first time I saw Bowie on TV, he was on Saturday Night Live in one of Klaus Nomi’s outlandish plastic outfits and his trademark genderqueer makeup. I remember being disturbed and unsettled, but I was 10… clearly, a spark was kindled somewhere in my head, and fanned into flames by the original MTV when it was wild and weird. Because after all: look at me now! Thank you, gentlebeing, for being one of my first teachers of the truth that weird could be cool.
But also today, in one of those life contrasts which reminds one that the universe doesn’t single-task, I got a lovely present: a gentleman who attended our live podcast recording at Intervention produced a kinetic typography short using our 45-second audio ad for the show. It’s amazing! And I feel like this is my first ever piece of “fan art” for a project of mine. I’m beyond tickled.
So, huge emotional contrasts today. Plus, I slept like crap last night and worked my butt off again today at my job, so I haven’t had much energy tonight. That’s okay. For both David and Glenn’s sake, I’ve going to keep creating as hard as I can.
