Hlaf-time

Half-time. I'm playing some anarcho free jazz to general indifference. And a brief kerfuffle of dialoguers as people make their way to smoke. In some ways this live-blogging and DJing task is a great privilege - I don't have to pay to get it, I get to be in touch of stuff - but in many ways it is a burden: I have to carry my computer down here, I can't booze, I worry about breaking my computer or all the other technical stuff, I worry whether people like me or what I do; sometimes it gets a bit boring; and on occasion writers' block is a concern.

On the up side, it's an anchor in my life as Chlorine comes around month after month - something in my diary, you know?