I am disproportionately thrilled every time Fiona comes up in Party Shuffle on my iPod. I could listen to her records any time, obviously, but there's something much more pleasing about imagining that there's a universe in which her songs still just crop up in the environment of their own accord. Arguably my iTunes catalog is exactly an ongoing exercise in refining the current music-probability universe in which I wish I were living.

I woke up this morning enraged with myself that I couldn't remember the capital of Zambia. It's Lusaka. In my dream, I knew all the others. Or possibly I was awake. If Praia is the capital of Cape Verde, I was awake.

This is an experiment with unknown goals.