aleatoric_concinnity rubydee are you ready for your solo? please make sure it’s cohesive, improvisational, and as free-spirited as early childhood, a twisting falling maple seed strung out on the winds of possibility 241030 ... epitome of incomprehensibility That's a hit of nostalgia! My closest thing to a blather_crush: the one who put this phrase into the blue years ago. She reminded me of the older goth girls I admired when I started youth choir, back when I was 12 and they were 16-17. Though I was 17 then. Something something recursion. Always living a few years in the past. Anyway, "aleatoric concinnity" sounded so beautiful, I looked it up later to see if someone else had put those words together before. But I couldn't find anyone else. 241031 ... rubydee didn’t we all have a crush on misstree those days? the way their words ran down the page and into my heart! there’s something about elucidators that tickles my bones to the marrow 241101 ... raze i know i did. have a blather_crush on misstree, i mean. i don't know what blathe this was from (i made a screenshot a long time ago without making a note of the title), but she wrote something twenty_years_ago that i think does a better job of capturing what blather is and has been than just about anything i've ever read: "it's notes left in the darkness, wondering if they will be found by the intended, wondering whose hands will fumble over them. it's ant trails in amber. it's a gently stuttering slide. it's playing in each day until the today_yesterday lurches and the canvas of noise blooms fresh. it's moments spun into eternity but lost in the weave." 241101 what's it to you? who go blather from