Stages of the True Field, 36th Day of Midsommar, 526 M.E. (Betelgeuse): I woke up to two hours of death- and thrash-metal this morning. I was not pleased.

I use an old clock radio as my alarm, and every morning it goes off at 7:00 am to Atlanta non-commercial. free-form radio station WREK. That doesn't mean I get up at 7:00 - most mornings, I just roll over and let the music mingle with near-lucid dreams until I finally decide to get out of bed. 

The weekday programming of WREK is classical from 7:00 to 8:00, and jazz from 8:00 to 9:00, but don't get me wrong. It's not Bach, Brahms, and Beethoven for an hour followed by an hour of Miles, Mingus, and Monk. Their "classical" is mostly avant-garde modern composers - I've heard Ornette Coleman, Harry Partch, and a lot of dissonant piano pounding in the first hour. Their jazz programming includes free jazz  and a lot of squanky saxophone solos. But that's all fine with me, I like a little spice on my morning meatball. 

But Saturday morning programming is more random, generally replays of past shows in various genres. This morning it was extreme metal, which is pretty difficult, at least for me, to incorporate into lucid dreaming. But I did get a crash course in the difference between death, thrash, and speed metal as I lay there stiff as a board in my bed, and was able to pick out Metallica and recognize the drumming of Dave Lombardo of Slayer. But lesson learned, I'm good now, and hope it's some other genre next Saturday.

Today is the 82nd anniversary of D-Day, the Allied invasion of Normandy Beach and the start of the major WWII counteroffensive. I marked the occasion with a 7-4 mile Jackson. It was actually eight miles, but I've already explained the problems with my phone's mileage app. The Stable Genius marked the occasion not by honoring the troops but by posting an AI image of the new Obama Presidential Library with a large pile of garbage on top and surrounded by homeless encampments. There's a joke going around: what's the difference between Iran and Vietnam? The Stable Genius had a plan for getting out of Vietnam.

D-Day occurred 10 years before I was born, but it feels to me like a historical event from distant history. The first election of the Stable Genius was ten years ago, but feels like, if not current events, at least recent history. I have yet to process the fact that when I was born, D-Day to my parents was as recent and as relevant to them as the 2016 election is to me today. Strange.