3:56 p.m. Crap. Mary Hansen, of Stereolab, died today.

When will people learn that bicycles are fatal? Mobility = death.

I saw Stereolab once, in 1992, opening for Unrest in San Francisco at some tiny club I don't recall the name of now. They were loud. Laetitia Sadier sang Marxist love songs and Hansen, her narrow face pinched behind analogue synthesizers, sang backup a full octave lower. Later on, when Unrest took the stage, I took care to bump into Mary and Laetitia (they're cute!) and spill my water all over them. We said witty things. They doodled all over my shirt. I don't remember anything else. And now there's nothing else to remember.

the Funny Show

agriculture poem

my life in the ghost of Bush

time-lapsed (part 1)

unreconciled

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