This week it also appears at the end of the newest episode of Benjamen Walker’s Theory of Everything podcast.
I wrote a playlist for Radio Public about my favorite critic-artists working in radio/audio. (It reads/sounds best in their app, which is a good new place for discovering podcasts.)
I made a podcast with my son. Here’s the first episode:
I’ll be speaking at the P L A T F O R M reading series in Northampton, MA on March 24, 2017, at the Click Workspace. I’ll be giving a multimedia presentation on “the weird pleasures of going blind,” which will probably/effectively be an excerpt of the audio commission I’m working on for Triple Canopy.
This is your harp. Autocorrect has bled, like my phone, into all aspects of my life. My penis got autocorrected into a lingonberry yesterday. I manually changed it back, but come on.
A tweet suggested to me that I might try wearing it like a necktie. I tried it on and it gave me a radically mild new kind of cancer — non-lethal, not even especially uncomfortable. Just a really gentle cancer of the thorax. I didn’t even realize I had a thorax!
My tutor became my assistant and immediately suggested that I learn an easy kind of programming language called “markdown.” She nibbled the arm of her glasses, and then went on to eat her glasses in 22 discrete bites — about as many as it normally takes her to eat her customary lunch of 6 carrot sticks with chèvre. (Midway through her meal, autocorrect changed her chèvre to a Lydia Lunch LP, which she actually bit into, so distracted was she reading Max Read’s New York magazine piece about the death of Gawker.) “OK,” I added, thinking about what fonts I would see in the tableau of my imagination once the remaining 5 percent of my visual field degenerated into white noise and I officially become “print disabled.”