Emails to Josh Ronsen

Sunday, January 18, 2026

Friday, January 17, 2025

instead of being walled in by reminders of my personal defeat by the crushing finitude of human existence, I will be walled in by ACHIEVEMENT

Monday, January 20, 2025

Josh, your scholarly specialty is wildly incorrect interpretations of films and books, any insight here?

Sunday, March 30, 2025

Why does Björk keep urinating on Space Ghost’s sofa?

Monday, May 26, 2025

Triskele is actually Baldanders’ mother! Any further questions?

Tuesday, January 13, 2026

need to check the horsepower on my new van to see whether the engine is powerful enough to transport a Mason & Dixon hardcover

Wednesday, June 19, 2024

Sparks dream: I was in their studio in a small group. I don’t remember seeing Russell, but Ron was seated at his studio workstation and working on a track. This was present-day Ron, not some vintage version. He was super adept with whatever software he was using, moving notes and shapes around the screen really fast. The software seemed futuristic, like Ron had access to software that hadn't been made public yet.

But also, he was playing parts on a keyboard and I recall being surprised that he was playing even very repetitive parts (a steady sixteenth-note pulse, say) “by hand” rather than just programming them in.

We had entered the room while he was already working, so I was watching over his shoulder. I wondered if he was going to turn his attention to our group, or whether we’d just be ushered out again without him ever turning around. The song he was working on was catchy, and I started tapping one finger to the beat. But then I realized my finger was resting on the key of another keyboard off to the side, and my tapping was making sounds and adding notes to the track! I could see it on the screen. Ron was startled, then puzzled. He was aware something was happening that he hadn’t expected, but to my relief, he didn’t figure out it was my fault.

I did my best to keep my tapping in time with the music for a few more beats and then stop at the end of a measure, so my addition to the track would sound like it was actually meant to be there. After that he just kept working and I didn’t see him delete my addition, so perhaps it will come out on the record.

October 14, 2022

I dreamed I was in a labyrinthine futuristic drug den, as in a Robert Silverberg novel perhaps. You touched the drugs and absorbed them through the skin, but somehow you could also taste them at the same time. For a while Tom Carter was sitting next to me, also getting high. We didn’t speak and I don’t think he recognized me.

May 10, 2024

It seems illogical, but The Best of Booker T and the MGs is better than The Very Best of Booker T and the MGs.

Sunday, January 16, 2022

Tuesday, December 28, 2022

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Telling_the_bees

Did you and Jennifer ever tell her bees anything?

Monday, January 3, 2022

There is a large white mountain visible out my dining room window. Up at the top, I found what is surely the secret entrance to the corridors and the psyn-crystals.