One of the podcasts I listen to is Ultraculture, a podcast about occult and countercultural thinking. If it can’t distract you from the monotony of the hamster wheel, then it’s not a good show.) Let me tell you, that is a great way to test some of the crap that ends up on these streaming platforms.
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(For a while, later on, at a different house, even podcasts weren’t enough to counter the boredom, and I took to using my housemate’s treadmill and watching TV shows on my tablet. You either follow along with the conversation, or you get left behind. The podcasts at least require proper engagement. I’d tune it out and my inner monologue would have a chance to dominate, and all my inner voice would say is “Can’t we just fuck off back home and eat an entire pack of Oreos?” And after a while, the music became too easy to tune out. For every one of those moments of inspiration, I’d have thirty minutes of mind-numbing, calf-aching, bullshit running. ‘Good for you’ maybe, ‘good for your mental health’, but so fucking boring. The only problem is, running is really fucking boring. All of it came together to feed me even more ideas – stories, characters, dialogue, twists.
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I hit the track with a headful of ideas, and ears full of music, the wind and birds in the trees, and interesting images and turns of phrase painted along the path. I mean, I hated running it – never trust anyone who tells you they enjoy running – but the track itself was a great backdrop. Every day when I went on my walk/jog, I’d follow the track along the creek – edged with native flora, its every concrete surface marked with graffiti that would fade and bloom with the spraypaint seasons, always changing. A few years and a couple of houses ago, I lived close to a creek (and a highway, but that’s not important).
Normally I listen to podcasts for a good chunk of the day while I do my dayjob, when I’m cooking and doing chores, during commutes, and when I go out my daily walk. It weighed on my mind as if it was an important responsibility I’d been avoiding, like vacuuming, flossing, or my email inbox, but one that would take 60-odd hours to complete – even listening at 1.2x speed. I don’t subscribe to that many podcasts, and plenty of them are only irregular, but in those weeks away that queue hit critical mass (largely thanks to a backlog of Philosophize This!, admittedly). It took me a few weeks to get my podcast queue back under control after mostly ignoring it for three weeks while I was in the States.
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I already have some idea of what my next piece will be on, so this is possibly the start of a series on mundane occultism. Hey all, here’s the latest bonus letter from your good friend, me.