ｐａｔｚｒ ｃａｃｈｅ ０ ０ ０ １５

/ Due to storage limitations over on @patzr-radio this is the fifteenth cache of non-downloadable archive blocks of old ｐａｔｚｒ ｒａｄｉｏ episodes. /// episode eighty-two / i am away from devices atm / in post-solstice Scotland for the extended daylight, mainly / please don't use this as an excuse to break into our flat | episode eighty-three / a crosswalk signal in an empty morning street / an orchestra tuning up / pseudo-notes of oceans and traffic // modes / of / w a i t i n g ! ! ! this installment of ｐａｔｚｒ ｒａｄｉｏ was produced by regular special guest ｐａｔｚｒ & long time kipple friend otolythe [homepage | twitter | soundcloud] ! ! ! | episode eighty-four / a pseudonym suggested (but not used) / the plaster fell off our back room ceiling last Thursday / Market capitalisation of major media brands | episode eighty-five / dust, flecks of plaster / read Gammel's biography of Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven & started rereading Eve's Hollywood / plenty rain | episode eighty-six / i'm not going to lie - this episode's been kicking about a while & i'm faintly terrified that i've already posted it under a different title / if i have, i'm confident it wasn't as a ｐａｔｚｒ ｒａｄｉｏ episode / still, apologies; i almost deferred it *again* but, then that'd just be compounding the problem, right? | episode eighty-seven / TINY SOUNDS, BUT SOUNDS . . . OPEN DARK DITCHES IN THE FACE / i was encouraged to think that the book about Lenin's embalmers i bought would be a lot funnier than it is; it's mainly sad with a dash of grim absurdity; ah, well / i can - unsurprisingly - recommend Le Guin's The Word For World Is Forest from title on down though; which isn't to say that too isn't sad, y'know but, well, i guess it's the consolations of fiction, right?