Potpourri:

1) Losing friends in your 40s seems to have maybe a higher price than before. I’ve matriculated through several sets in my adult life, but just now feel little-to-no interest in meeting new people. This could be the final narrowing, more or less.

2) How I rate on Agreeableness would be very much a question of who you ask, I guess. I don’t feel agreeable these days.

3) Always tend to poo-pooh the notion of moving for progress, having done it before to no great shakes, and because I know all too well I’ll follow myself to wherever I pick. But I do think Atlanta is perhaps uniquely airheaded. Maybe I’d be better received elsewhere? I only very occasionally feel really understood.

4) Should I fly to Colorado or drive through southern Appalachia?

5) The endless, relentless and unvarying bass and drums of disco and its emanations are an (unsurprisingly perfect) instantiation of the spiritual emptiness, ersatz communion but also eternality of the dance floor. Blessed Be.

6) Is The Dancefloor peculiarly neoliberal, or does it have a postrevolutionary future?