On The Road

A link blog entry? In 2026???

An interesting article about indie record labels, which definitely undercuts a few popular narratives (though I say that as somebody who in the year 2026 still doesn’t have a streaming subscription)

The insanity of making NHPTV work

Sometimes, I get nostalgic for things that were just background radiation. We were and are not a Radio 4 household. The Shipping Forecast existed only as gags in comedy shows. But oh, I covet this poster. Sure, it may be sold out. But I have ways.

If you can read this, then a) the remote uploading process did in fact work, but more importantly, b) I made it to Atlanta. I was planning on writing things during the trip, but after I went into Buc-ee’s and experienced the madness, I just wanted to get out and on the road again. Besides, they didn’t have anywhere to sit? Which is just madness. You know what I like? A service station that knows what it’s there for and has seats for days.

Accept no substitutes. Even they come bearing an entire wall of jerky and the promise of petrol pumps that stretch over the horizon.

Anyway, it was a pretty uneventful trip, which I think is the best kind for an 8 hour drive. The hotel is pretty close to the Atlanta bypass, so I was able to avoid most of Atlanta itself (except for a short stop in Marietta for Cookout, because you have to). I am currently typing this in the courtyard of a very fancy shopping mall, decked out with a Balencigna, Valentin Statin, and Alexander McQueen. Basically, like Bicester Village except there’s no discounts and no Pret. s you can imagine, terribly lifeless, but it does have very sturdy marble benches (my knees remember that from January). Strangely, everything is shut. Like I know it’s 18:00 on a Sunday, and my ingrained feeling is to have a sausage roll and watch Time Team, but even the food hall is weirdly shut. You are an emblem of American excess and capitalism! Why aren’t you open? Oh, yeah, that’s probably right.

Okay, I am now of to find some Diet Coke to get me through the evening. This is in addition to the Diet Coke I brought in the car to get me through the week.