A surprise “just because” gift from my awesome cousin: Lego Super Robot

Finished watching Wednesday and, while we couldn’t help comparing it to the Addams Family movies, the whole family really enjoyed it. Looking forward to season two.

This morning I managed to catch the best part of an amazing sunrise. January is supposed to mean snow but we have seen nothing but rain since Christmas.

Caught napping

What makes a great song great is not its close resemblance to a recognizable work. Writing a good song is not mimicry, or replication, or pastiche, it is the opposite. It is an act of self-murder that destroys all one has strived to produce in the past. It is those dangerous, heart-stopping departures that catapult the artist beyond the limits of what he or she recognises as their known self. This is part of the authentic creative struggle that precedes the invention of a unique lyric of actual value; it is the breathless confrontation with one’s vulnerability, one’s perilousness, one’s smallness, pitted against a sense of sudden shocking discovery; it is the redemptive artistic act that stirs the heart of the listener, where the listener recognizes in the inner workings of the song their own blood, their own struggle, their own suffering. This is what we humble humans can offer, that AI can only mimic, the transcendent journey of the artist that forever grapples with his or her own shortcomings. This is where human genius resides, deeply embedded within, yet reaching beyond, those limitations.

Nick Cave, The Red Hand Files - Issue #218