NP: Bill Bruford's Earthworks, A Part, And Yet Apart

So I just had a comment posted by a site trying to sell weather vanes. Somewhere in the bowels of NotAbbott.com is a fairly ancient review for a book called Heavy Weather. Naturally, the comment in question showed up attached to the review for...Neal Stephenson's The Diamond Age?

Meanwhile, it's usually a tip-off that the e-mail you just received is, in fact, spam if it seems to be one of those fake diploma sorts of deals and the "from" field is "Online Educatoin [sic] Enrollment."

Finally, it was a little creepy coming home from a gig with Diver a few weeks ago to find a spam message from someone called "Abbott" to my Comcast address that doesn't have any vestige of NotAbbott in it that read "I'm told Avi did a little bit of deft turkey-baster work." What are the odds that they stumbled onto half of my domain name and that of Diver's bass player totally by chance? The first part I could maybe understand, because I think my domain host is the source of most of my spam, but the second part? Weird.

Of course, then I saw this in the mens' room at the Gingerman two nights later.

No idea what that means, either. Sooner or later I'll try to get around to other interesting visual aspects of that night at Gingerman, but as they say, that's a tale for another day.