hi, i’m nuri. this is where i’ll post things i’m working on (when i remember to) — whether its music, or musings, or fiction, or video, or live events, or whatever comes next. if you want to follow along, it’s free, or you can choose to pay. you don’t get anything extra if you pay, but you help support me to keep doing the things, and i appreciate it. 💕
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Recent posts
with the bucket under me
i missed another month. sorry (not sorry 🤣😖)
in my “day job” (i call it that even though i a. don’t have a regular salary still and b. i do my best work early in the morning before the sun has even come up — and it’s so hard to catch those hours in the summertime) i’ve had a **very** stressful few months.
ugh pls no gross
i’m so used to writing just being part of my job.
i don’t even really think about it anymore.
just whatever word salad comes to mind makes it to the page, if my fingers are fast enough and i don’t get distracted by something else, some other thought, something shiny, a rumble in my belly, all the feeling around that.
seeing rainbows, seeing stars
i played my show.
maybe when i have a bit more free time i’ll share some clips.
i recorded the whole thing, but my head and chest were cut off.
oof busy
oof, it’s been a minute since i’ve posted.
it’s been a busy time.
i need to do some updating
this is (one of the things) what’s gotten me stuck in the past. i published this site and i already feel like i need to make changes. my, for lack of a better work, “practice” is not necessarily what i thought it would be, and i can see it shifting.
i feel like i should go with that flow, but also without letting go of the things that give me joy.
another queer art party
fresh off the heels of completing another queer art party, i feel gratitude this morning. for community. for connection. for my liberty, at this moment, to commit myself to this work.
I woke up this morning, gently, to the sound of rain and the smell of petrichor, a gentle breeze blowing over my bare skin, and it felt like a gift from Mother Nature, Mother Earth, from the wind, from whichever, any and all aspects of the Divine.
looky here
so, while i haven’t completely abandoned my patreon, i am actively working on moving all of my new posts here to my brand-new website (that just cleaned out my checking account, yay!) but — there’s a lot of content on patreon to move, so it will take me a while to get it all over here.
maybe moving from patreon? odd thing to post on patreon.
well, last night's anxiety post sure was fun, huh?
i'm not gonna go back down that rabbithole, but just say that it's (hopefully? i think?) being dealt with.
every time i open this lately, or share something from here, i feel more and more like patreon is not the right platform.
fucking taxes
i haven't had the energy to / prioritized posting here lately (i feel like i say this a lot) .
i'm sitting with my anxiety tonight. i know if i go to bed now, i will lie awake and stare at the ceiling with my thoughts spinning from subject to subject.
booking is fun (not really at all, i hate it)
as i've mentioned in previous posts, i haven't performed publicly in some time.
the last time was for a holiday benefit show in 2015 (we use the euphemism "holiday" to refer to the dominant Christian "holiday season" — but it was really a Christmas concert). we played one song. written expressly for the "holidays."
the abandoned (ish) uke project
i have a performance coming up.
i don't have a link to share with details yet, but i will certainly post here when i do.
this will be my first time performing in public —in real life — in nearly nine years.
today was a lot. it’s been a lot a lot
today was a lot. it’s been a lot a lot lately. today i had to (as usual on a workday) get my kids up and ready for school, and out the door (juuuust) in time for the bus. i had a staff meeting, and then a doctor’s appointment — i forgot to eat.
spring springy spring
i've definitely been less religious (pardon the term) about posting in here lately.
for one thing, i got very busy with work stuff. we had our big spring concert this past weekend, and that's honestly something i'd rather not talk about right now.
been a minute
it's been a minute since i posted here. sorry? (aside: i'm remembering the first time i heard the expression "been a minute" and i was so deeply confused when the person said it cuz i was like "it's been months, what *are* you talking about?!")
getting people together
It’s again been a few days since i last posted. I haven’t made progress on the album project i was hoping to accomplish by the end of February. I did give myself the fallback of finishing it my the end of Adar II, so i suppose that actually gives me until the end of March as it is. Which is good, i could use the extra time.
documenting the mundane
I haven’t posted in a few days. I’ve been busy / didn’t have anything i really wanted to say. I did want to lean into the idea of documenting the mundane, instead of censoring myself and attempting to focus only on the things i think will be interesting to other people to hear about.
do i have something to say?
on one level, i didn’t do much yesterday.
i didn’t leave the house.
i didn’t do laundry.
saturday morning
it’s a saturday, and i just got home. It’s about two in the afternoon, and in about two hours i’ve got to go back out again. I got up early today — my kids both got up even earlier. We showered. I fed them gluten free cinnamon roll coffee cake that i made yesterday evening for breakfast. There were no complaints.
i've got a meeting in eight minutes
i've got a meeting in eight minutes. i've been going since about 7am. a bit before if you count rolling out of bed to take a shower. my kids have been on a kick of getting up early lately, which is kinda great on one level but i also enjoy being warm and cozy in bed.
i'm tired, but i'll keep going anyway
i'm tired of always striving. of having to meet other's expectations, while having no expectations of anyone else.
i feel like i'm not alone in this feeling. though it feels very isolating. i keep reading about how isolated people feel right now, and in some ways i think we all make it worse sometimes. but also there is this feeling of needing to protect ourselves.