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The streets all around my block (but not MY block) have been decorated. It looks really pretty. Who did this?? This is Waverly something. (I’ve lived here 30 years and I still don’t have the streets straight.)
Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky (every once in a while I must chant to show the universe that I recognize my luck in living here and having a rent stabilized apartment that supports my writing, blogging, cat-loving life-style).
I’ve just started working on one of the chapters I’ve been looking forward to writing most. It’s going to focus on EVP (electronic voice phenomena, audio recordings of the dead). The Duke guys didn’t actually work on EVP, in fact they disdained it, but it fits in the story and I don’t want to say how or why. It’s a surprise! Anyway, I just can’t get enough of EVP. I’m not convinced these are actual recordings of the dead, (sorry). I’m one of those people who believes this is it, but if those voices are not dead people, what are they? Those answers could be even more interesting, no? I just re-read the chapter about sound in Diane Ackerman’s book, A Natural History of the Senses, which is so good by the way I must BEG you to read it. Please read it. I BEG YOU.
Weirdly, my beliefs don’t make the recordings any less scary. And I could be wrong, is the thing. Speak to me, Jacob Marley! I need to find the best audio experts in the country and see if they will help me understand the issues.
Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky, (that I get to write this chapter).
