Reuben

That rare time of day which unites both sun lovers and sun haters in joy

A perfect album for me, the tracks function as a single mass of hypnotic post-bop inflected fusion. The music sounds just like the album cover. There is a cold, humourless and mechanical quality to how the band grinds along, forming a perfect facade over the athleticism behind it. Joyous Lake does not sound as though anything is trying to burst out of anything, it simply moves.

Theft has taken so much from me

One of my favourite albums at the moment, with a satisfying blend of Brazilian, American jazz and more pastoral sounds. There is a dark sparseness to Lyle Mays' synth and piano playing, and the band has an interesting way of incorporating occasional blues-isms which might sound corny if stated any less sincerely. Some great solos from Metheny too, very lyrical and exciting. The whole band is excellent, you just have to listen to it.

Probably very nice in summer, but the frigid temperatures can be an issue at other times of year.

I hate the other! Only interested in myself

A very satisfying kind of formalisation which helps us understand sonorities and the relationships between them, but it only tells you so much about the music. There is an uncertainty principle adjacent tradeoff between pinning down the musical sets used in a piece, and analysing their unfolding internal movements moment to moment, which make the sets less relevant. Still, fun to play around with different sets and their transformations.

He was very good at reviewing objects, concepts and people by painting them

Breathtakingly beautiful and infinitely biodiverse, with lovely people. But the mountains do take a while to climb, and many of the valley bottoms have been rather marred by industrial gravel extraction.

Has its pitfalls

Of pepper fame

I would love to be treated for my ailments in such a monumental edifice as the Uniklinikum Aachen. Unfortunately I do not live nearby or even in Germany.

"Just had the most glorious cheese and pickle sandwich. 5 stars mate" - my sister

It's always nigh

Historically progressive, but a shame about the alienation.

I never quite mastered this one. I guess I'll remain stuck in the acheulean industry until I can figure it out.

Never been there but I would move into these living quarters immediately if the possibility arose. Well-furnished rooms with stone benches, hearths, shelves, sleeping alcoves. Having a ceiling could really tie some of these rooms together, but honestly that's negotiable.

Tastes very good, but causes animal suffering and terrible greenhouse gas emissions. Who's to say whether it's bad or not?

It's like I came up with it in a dream

He's only a good boy sometimes

Good place for making friends and enemies

Makes a good adjective for describing hair

Very personable guy. He asked how my family was doing, made some hilarious old joke about a dog. Good stuff. I'll test out his copper ingots when I get home in a few days.

Not what you want if you're looking for a rigid container.

Idk it depends which one

Healed my pain and fever

Among the most tasteful brickwork patterns, with some structural benefits because the header bricks tie together adjacent layers horizontally, producing a strong wall one brick-length thick. Seems to have fallen out of favour in my area during recent decades.

Fruit sweetness varies severely by ripeness, but maintains satisfying grainy texture at all levels, like a pear-ish berry. Flavour somewhat indistinct until nearly overripe, when sugar content increases significantly and taste deepens. Best described as 'fresh'. Scaly exterior prevents meaningful loss to invertebrates and birds, and small seed size makes it straightforward to eat and swallow the entire fruit. Nobody outside southern Europe really harvests these so if you find one, it's probably yours.

Bought three of these from an international food shop in Reading, Berkshire during October 2026. The fruits presented as deep green, angular corners, grassy scent, sparse shallow dark lesions across the skin. After three weeks deposited in a 30x25x35cm cupboard with a rotating roster of normal bananas (replaced 2-3x), to maximise ethylene exposure, these latundan bananas have begun to gain a hearty yellow colouration. Not quite done yet, and the corner issue has not resolved. Faint mould growth on the dried tips of the fruit has also needed cleaning. Further review to be posted upon consumption.

The sun drops into the Black Sea just off this stony beach and I imagine a plump citrus slice dipping into a boundless green expanse of tarkhuna, finally turning this 'lemonade' lemon, taking me home, masking the synthetic herbal edge, dissolving the leaping tarragon dolphins that course the surface. I turn left and the palm-flanked boulevard remains bright with pedestrians. A little sunlight has glinted from the cloudbase onto these happy folks and the clean roadway. I hear more Russian here than anything else, from ordinary people around the place but also from the largest vehicles. The giant trim men in these vehicles have the guns around here, which they deposit safely at each casino door for picking up post-gamble, and their great shiny cars are built just for them. No former insurance writeoff, worldly and battered, or old Lada, just battered, drives this Batumi seafront in the party hours. The subtropical climate here reminds us that we are close to Turkey, and there are few reminders of inner Georgia in the scene. We inhabit an intercontinental crook, built especially for the use of int-....well you get the idea. The Dubai-esque complexes of fountain-lake-lightshow-casino, which rise as the boulevard progresses, need little mention in their own right; they are of the generic and global kind, though one does have a ferris wheel built into it halfway up. However, some locals move through the zone with their own ends. An old man mobility-scoots along the margin of the most truly fountainous lake, trailing an immense length of fishing line into the water to catch what but the frogs, I think, who are crying out into the coming night far louder than the park speaker systems, which themselves blare now an excerpt of Handel for ten minutes, the path row in unison, and now Bohemian Rhapsody to rapt tourists who soon stop to watch the speakers and ignore the old fishing fellow. Later I return to the grid streets of the old town, a little European-colonial in style with the occasional quirky neo-Ottoman showpiece. The restaurants skew upmarket and the scene is lit tastefully. I find an Azerbaijani place and order a meat stew in sour cherry sauce. It takes so long to arrive that I miss half of the world cup final, but I receive this looming fact with calm mind. A meal, a beer and a synthetic lemonade later I'm back pounding the pavement, feeling a little tired to commit to the whole game but I watch the thing while on the move for twenty minutes, weaving the blocks. Every bar and restaurant but mine has been showing the game, so I just peek into the venues as I pass. A screening at 0.1 frames per second would have suited me just fine. Back at the hostel a Russian and a Turk cajole me into joining them for the final quarter. The Turkish man says nothing for many minutes and then quietly murmurs "The Devil" as the camera pans over President 47 for a fraction of a second. My hostel top bunk is cool and cosy but if I fall I will die. No guardrail makes of me a guillemot at nest.

Yeah not a fan

Tough to climb up, rough to fall down.

I can remember being a node in a phylogenetic tree before I was born

When the tension feels unbearable after a bitter and savoury repast...well you know what's next.

Fog can hide the truth, but occasionally it unveils a mystery

Of great symbolic importance

All the data I've seen so far suggests that it's fine

Incredible device, but I couldn't tell you what for

Tried one of these after I spilled some water on myself, and it didn't really help me to get it off. Not certain what people use them for.

Always hitting mine

I'm hoping to destroy this

I usually throw it away

Where I put my stupid objects that I don't want to see or think about. Doesn't always work.

Often used for ill

Nothing that keeps wine in the bottle gets any of my respect.

There's only so much you can do with this stuff.

Not much good for my sculptures carved from carbonate-bearing rocks

Incredibly useful organisms for producing green slime

It's sad that so many organisms have to sacrifice themselves to form this layer. Humus will always have a bittersweet aspect to me.

I'm sorry to see so many of them going. Saw my first this year

Very efficient body plan. No wasted material.

A noble beast, unfairly co-opted as a symbol by militant projects and nationalisms throughout history. An eagle wouldn't be interested in any of that shit.

It was all over when we invented these

It seems unfair to dispute their greatness now there are none left to advocate for themselves

Never been there but I hear the mountains, jungles and fjords are delightful.

Not as boundless as people are wont to say

Don't spill water on that thing! Otherwise pretty useful.

Nobody gets across my moat when I pull up the drawbridge.

Come on now

Not really interesting to me any more. I just consume it out of habit.

All it gave us was the yardstick

I find them to be highly exaggerated in importance

This is really a review from my offline friend, who is currently a developing embryo and spends his time feeding on this type of thing.

Found out about this recently and immediately gained a high level of skill in its deployment. Wouldn't recommend it to those without natural ability.

These can enrapture you and deceive you equally. Tread with care.

Does what it says on the tin

I primarily use these animals for the transportation of goods. Just make sure to give them a rest break, a graze and a drink occasionally lol!

The water isn't to my taste

Awesome. I used to write all my reviews on paper. They were so much better.

No yolk in mine

Only some people like or use these.

Feels incredibly good to breach these using projectiles and explosives. However, you can't help but feel bad for the folks inside.

Theoriser of the 'Homer Symptom', a term much corrupted in later millennia

Mice

I naturally assumed from the name that this was euphemistically related to public toilet quality/provision, but it in fact leaves me totally uninformed on where to 'do my business'. I will be using other indices in future.

A concept ruined by its fans. They're all racist as hell.

I've spent quite a few years piloting one of these around, and like driving a car it gets pretty easy, you don't need to think about it after a while. Even when I'm not moving I like to use mine to maintain bodily rigidity, though it comes with limited options for orientation.

Never get in trouble with these guys, and you'll be alright.

A little sour, but that's how you know you're drinking and tasting and enjoying it.

Never experienced anything like it before. It's out of this world.

Requires a lot of heat for the vitrification process to begin, but trust me it's worth it.

I'm pulling copyright, I'm shutting it all down. This is not the type of sandwich I would bring with me on a picnic, or quite frankly, be seen with anywhere in public.

You get what you pay for. However, if you have a few of these lying around you can use them to construct simple things such as numbers.

I grew this from a wonderful acorn, so I might be biased.

Grew into a very fine oak tree.

Never got me very far, medically speaking.

It trun on

This is gonna be around for a long time.

All it seems to do is give us life these days, and drag our damn planet around with it. Not the colour it used to be.

Not the most durable! I left some on the ground outside for about 15 years and it began rotting away - there was even some kind of beetle inside. I'd humbly recommend non-ferrous metals, brick, concrete, stone or plastic instead for that kind of thing.