Hammer Mill Days

I don't know - what do you think? It's been a few weeks. Actually longer. Starting to lose track. When you've been at sea as long as we have, you forget what the shore looks like. Though if memory serves, it sure looks like shit. Ah, forgive me. You caught me in the midst of my musings. My mind tends to wander as I squat here in the humble potting shed that sits in the courtyard of the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill, our erstwhile squat-house now under occupation by hostile neighbors. (See what I mean? I can't even write short sentences anymore.) Living here offers an opportunity to reflect on where we've been and where we're going. Where we've been is nowhere. Where we're going is, who the hell knows. And the midpoint between nowhere and who the hell knows is ... I don't know, fuck-all? Something nicer? For some reason, this week we were talking about whether or not Big Green would do another album. After all, our last release was in 2013, when we

All right, so, I watched most of the debate last week, and the thing I came away with was something like what Anand Giridharadas said the weekend after - that I had watched what should amount to Joe Biden's retirement party. The odd thing about that phenomenon is that almost no one on mainstream television appears to agree with that. In fact, some of the usual pundits were saying that this was Biden's best night of the three debates. I have to scratch my head when I hear this stuff - did they see the same show I saw? Or is it just that they have lowered the performance bar for Biden to such an extent that he basically can do no wrong. That is not the Biden I saw. His worst moment, namely his response to the question about the legacy of slavery in America, was aptly dissected by the Majority Report crew, who I think nailed it on the head. In his halting way, Biden began his response by talking about his fight against segregation, then pivoted quickly, recalling that this was a