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humor music

As the sky falls

Pandora plays my “Zero 7 Radio” at a quiet reference desk, one earbud in as I watch the rain fall outside and wonder what the spam email I just got means by “trombone Asian-American”.

The email continues with such gems as:

CAN BIGN HAVE YOU SPEEDING PAST OTHER TRADERS LIKE A ROADRUNNER ON STEROIDS?

THE ALERT IS ON!!! DO YOUR DUE DILIGENCE!!

(and at the end) WARNING: You can lose all your money by investing in this stock.

In the sense of poetry as original language, I think that a great deal of spam email qualifies. I’m well-aware that many people take their spam email and create projects from it (spamusement, spam poetry, etc). Almost all my spam email comes to my work address, and as such a lot of it gets filtered, but even so I find that it’s some of my favorite email I receive on my work account. Would you rather know that your softball team got beat by 11 points, again, or sit and think about what a “trombone Asian-American” might be?

Me too.

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art music

A couple of art links

Catching up on some remaindered art links before I start getting into new stuff, hopefully next week.

Lines and Colors generally mentions some very worthwhile artists. I was particularly taken with their post about Ree Treweek, an artist whose work reminds me a bit of Brian Froud. Ree is a South African artist, though her style shows influences from all over.

Ree (pen name for Cherie) Treweek is a South African artist and illustrator. Her fascinatingly detailed illustrations and drawings usually start as an ink drawing that she brings into Photoshop to be fully developed, occasionally in collaboration with Jannes Hendrikz.

The images look anything but digital and modern, however. They seem to be from another era; or even from another, perhaps mythical, culture.

And here is another Lines and Colors post, this time on Jamie Hewlett.

English comics artist Jamie Hewlett made a name for himself as the co-creator of the early 90’s irreverent, over-the-top, punk-camp comic series Tank Girl, (which was made into an unbearably campy movie in 1995).

In 1998, Hewlett teamed up with former flat-mate Damon Albarn of the british band Blur to create Gorillaz, a virtual “zombie hip-hop” band in which the band members exist only as cartoon characters drawn by Hewlett. Gorillaz has gone on to be by far the most successful virtual band ever, selling millions of records.

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humor libraries music

You’ll feel fine at the library.

A library music video?

Indeed.

(warning: annoyingly catchy)

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music personal poetic

“Well, he’s no Clark Gable.”

Two men whisper on the back roads,
shoulders hunched;
their collars are up around their necks
and their dogs drawn in on a short leash.
In the frigid dawn their breath
draws clouds against the gray horizon.

Their eyes scan the trees,
above the hills,
and they are wary.
Their dogs are restless
and completely silent.

—-

Did you ever hear that Postal Service song? How did it go? Right.

I want so badly to believe that “there is truth, that love is real”
And I want life in every word to the extent that it’s absurd
I know you’re wise beyond your years, but do you ever get the fear
That your perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by?

When I think of “the fear”, I think of this and I think of “fear and loathing in las vegas”, not the title but a line from the movie, damned if I can remember it.

When I think of the fear. No, when I get the fear, like I can feel creeping up sometimes still, like today, my eyes feel too far back in my head. My pant legs feel too short and my shoes ridiculous. All these things that I want to do, but none of them energize me. The thought of these actions inexplicibly turns from exciting to draining, and I’d just like to lay down and sleep for a long, long time.

I make poor decisions when I get the fear. I quit dancing. I stay in more often than not. I start to judge the world, and worse, myself, with a scale that nothing can stand up to.

Indécise – Coralie Clément

Peut-être oui, peut-être non
Ca m’est égal de toute façon
À gauche, à droite, ça, je n’sais pas
De haut en bas, oui, pourquoi pas
Un jour où l’autre, on verra bien.
Toujours remettre au lendemain
Ce que je peux faire ce matin
Je ne sais pas me prendre en main…

Sometimes I know where the fear comes from, and why it comes, and what it wants. Sometimes it’s so simple.

Today, the fear is a fucking ninja. It’s sneaky and black and pointy, but I’ve seen its traces. Fuck you, the fear. Come back some other day.

Today. Today I don’t want you.

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music

Quite romantic

lull – andrew bird, weather systems

being alone it can be quite romantic
like jacques cousteau underneath the atlantic
a fantastic voyage to parts unknown
going to depths where the sun’s never shone
and i fascinate myself when i’m alone

so i go a little overboard but hang on to the hull
while i’m airbrushing fantasy art on a life
that’s really kind of dull
oh, i’m in a lull

i’m all for moderation but sometimes it seems
moderation itself can be a kind of extreme
so i joined the congregation
i joined the softball team
i went in for my confirmation
where incense looks like steam
i start conjugating proverbs
where once there were nouns
this whole damn rhyme scheme’s starting to get me down

oh, i’m in a lull
i’m in a lull

being alone it can be quite romantic
like jacques cousteau underneath the atlantic
a fantastic voyage to parts unknown
going to depths where the sun’s never shone
and i fascinate myself when i’m alone

i’m rambling on rather self consciously
while i’m stirring these condiments into my tea
and i think i’m so lame
i bet i think this song’s about me
don’t i don’t i don’t i ?

i’m in a lull

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game music personal

Three songs, a rant, and a very big fish.

So far today I’ve already had stuck in my head:

Fefe Dobson – Stupid Little Love Song

The Lovin’ Spoonful – Do You Believe In Magic?

Dr. Seuss – You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch

I’ve got garlic in my soul, and it tastes delicious.

So I’m going to geek out on your for a second. If you have a high opinion of me as a man of culture, a refined individual of exceptional tastes, or a debonair superspy, then first I’d like to know what you’ve been smoking, and second, you might want to stop reading this right now. I’m proud of my geekdom, but I’d hate to ruin such ludicrously high opinions of me. They’re in short demand.

Anyway, so I was playing Icewind Dale 2 last night, until about one in the ay dot em dot, and aside from really liking it a whole lot, I remembered why I got so infuriated with the basic D&D system, back in the day when I was the uber-dork. In one word: casters. In two words, one hyphenated: low-level casters. Low-level casters in the D&D system get about 4 spells, per day. This means that, in extended dungeon crawls and larger, multi-part encounters, they either have to conserve their spells, and thus either: a) show off their exciting dagger-throwing skills, or b) show off their incredible melee skills, or c) examine flaws in the fighter’s technique while they clean their nails, making sure to loudly exclaim about various improvements the fighter could make after the fight is over. Oh yeah, and let’s not forget d) die quickly before they even get a chance to cast anything. The other option is that they can use their spells quickly (at least getting them off before option “d” occurs), and then sit around doing any of options “a” through “c”. Why on earth, I ask, would I want a caster who has to spend most of his time as a fifth-rate melee class?

They seem to have made some improvements in this regard, and perhaps it is entirely better later on in the game. But I am, and will always remain, sad that the better system never caught on. I was always a huge fan of Earthdawn (warning: ugly site). Earthdawn kicks ass and takes names. I haven’t played in a LONG time, but here are some of the traits I remember and appreciate:

Melee to hit and be hit was based on dexterity. Armor didn’t affect this except that heavy armor could reduce your dexterity roll. What armor did do was reduce the damage you took when you were hit. “Critical” hits were “armor-defeating” blows, thereby bypassing the armor damage reduction. I always thought that this melee system made a heck of a lot more sense. Similarly, dexterity gave you bonuses to hit, while strength gave bonuses to damage. Also more sensible.

Magic-using types begin with a pretty flush spellbook. Per level, they get a certain number of spell slots, so to speak, which are basically spells they have memorized. They can cast these spells over, and over, and over, and over, and over, to their heart’s content. Additionally, they can cast any spell in their entire lexicon at any time, though the ones that they don’t have actively memorized at the time are much more difficult to cast and require some additional checks.

Finally, add that melee don’t choose to just “attack”. Instead, they use an attack skill (of which there are many) to attack in a way they choose. Each skill is a little different, each class has different specialties, and it makes hack-and-slash oh-so-much more fun.

But enough about that. Earthdawn was one of the few systems (and I’ve tried many), where I enjoyed playing a fighter as much as a cleric as much as a rogue as much as a mage. The worlds and stories were interesting, and the roleplay was always easy and fun.

But back to Icewind Dale II. The combat is fast-paced and real-time, and I have a measure of difficulty controlling 4-6 characters in real-time when they’re all doing different things. Granted, it’s the only way to keep things running smoothly or the game would slow way down, but I do kind of pine for the old, turn-based system I grew up with. The tasks are fun, the story is interesting, and the voice-dialogue is well done. I’ll stick it out for awhile yet, but that whole spell-casting thing is a major thorn in my side. Oh well.

Thus ends my review, and rant. The rant is really more about D&D spell-casting systems than about Icewind Dale II. ID2 is fun. D&D, as the rpg medium, is a joke. Honestly, I’ll just never understand why Earthdawn didn’t take the table-top world by storm. No accounting for taste, I guess …

—————-

Listen and sing along!

You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
You really are a heel.
You’re as cuddly as a cactus,
You’re as charming as an eel.
Mr. Grinch.

You’re a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.

You’re a monster, Mr. Grinch.
Your heart’s an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You’ve got garlic in your soul.
Mr. Grinch.

I wouldn’t touch you with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.

You’re a vile one, Mr. Grinch.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Mr. Grinch.

Given the choice between the two of you
I’d take the seasick crocodile.

You’re a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
You’re a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Mr. Grinch.

The three words that best describe you,
are, and I quote: “Stink. Stank. Stunk.”

You’re a rotter, Mr. Grinch.
You’re the king of sinful sots.
Your heart’s a dead tomato splotched
With moldy purple spots,
Mr. Grinch.

Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled-up knots.

You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch.
With a nauseous super-naus.
You’re a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.
Mr. Grinch.

You’re a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce.

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humor music

Bananaphone Monday!

That’s right kids, it’s Bananaphone Monday! Chock full of scrumptious links for your viewing enjoyment, high in potassium and zaniness!

First up to bat: Bananaphone gets a South Park remix.

Next up, we fly back to the 60s for a little spoken word.

Sad, really. Follow that with my favorite of the “bunch”. A sadistic, bananaphone flash movie!

May cause seizures.

Badger Badger Badger, Bananaphone!

I really don’t understand. I really don’t.

A brief respite from Bananaphone. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.

And here is some llamaness.

llamallamaduck

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music

Trizzy P

Her voice graces my car-speakers, timid lilts that end on notes higher than birdsong, and I remember how innocent love can feel.

“And I suppose I could tell you how I feel
But I’d rather play it cool and keep it real”

Tristan Prettyman, “The Kiss

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music personal

Weary Meme-ory

I thought this was a neat idea, via Lohans:

Pick A Band, Any Band

Pick a band name or artist, and using only titles of their songs, answer the following questions:

Band: Iron & Wine

Are you male or female: Jesus the Mexican Boy

How do you feel today?: Faded from the Winter

What are you?: An angry blade

Describe yourself: Free until they cut me down

How do some people feel about you?: Weary memory

How do you feel about yourself?: Promising Light

Describe your love interest: Woman King

Where would you rather be?: Upward over the mountain

Describe what you want to be: Naked as we came

Describe how you live: Bird stealing bread

Describe how you love: On your wings

Share a few words of wisdom: Promise what you will

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humor music

Baby Got Bud

My ode to the allergy season,
a la Sir Mix-A-Lot:

*talking*
Oh my god, Becky,
look at her pistil,
It is so big.
She looks like one of those worker bees’ girlfriends,
But y’know, who understand those workers?
They only harvest her because
she looks like a total pollen-whore, kay,
I mean her buds, they’re just so big.
I can’t believe they’re so round, they’re like, out there.
I mean, it’s so gross,
look, she’s just so ripe.

*rap*
I like big buds and I can not lie,
you other workers can’t deny,
when you find a plant with some itty bitty leaves
and she’s hoarding those ripe seeds
You get sprung,
Wanna pull up tough
‘cuz you noticed those buds were stuffed.
Deep in the petals she’s wavin’,
I’m hooked for the pollen I’m cravin’,
Oh, posy I wanna get with ya,
and grab a pitcha’,
my home-bees tried to dissuade me,
but those buds you got
have really sprayed me.
Ooh rumple-smooth-petal,
You say you wanna get in my shtetl?
Well feed me, feed me, ’cause you ain’t that average peony.

Seen her petals waving,
to hell with pollen-saving,
she’s powder,
don’t crowd her, gonna eat her like a chowder.

I’m tired of magazines,
saying little buds are the thing,
take the average worker and ask him what he need,
she gotta pack much seed.

So fellas (yeah?), fellas (yeah?),
has your girlfriend got the bud? (hell yeah!)
Tell her to wave around,
spray it out,
even drone-bees got to shout.
Baby got bud.

Sometimes I worry about me.

Funny thing. When I was up in Port Townsend recently, Sir Mix-A-Lot was playing at some local dive. We didn’t go see him, being that there was swing-dancing that night and we’re total swing-dorks, but it might have been worth it for sheer absurdity value. I remember back in the day, I swore by Mix-A-Lot (who swears a lot!). Nowadays, I feel bad for him, but not enough to go see his show in smalltown Washington. What a big fall that is though, huh? Maybe he should have gotten into movies, like Ice-T. Oh look, he had a brief appearance in Meet Wally Sparks. Lucky him. MTV has an interesting, if brief, bio here.

And to think, I always wanted to be swass like him.
But hey, maybe he’ll launch a comeback.
Or end up on a reality show.

Definately one or the other.

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game music webcomics

No time like the present

And the present is good. Really good. Stupendously good.
I won’t bore you with details.

Instead, I suggest you geek out on this addictive game;
generate your own webcomic;
listen to some Shivaree;
and finally, save the world.

If you still have time after all that,
come back here and I promise I’ll write something else.

Honest.

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dance montreal music

Simply mad for Montreal

Ignore the gibberish, this story’s tantalizing.

Last night, live band rockin’ the swing,
mostly older tunes: St James Infirmary,
Blue Skies, Take the ‘A’ Train; live with
the Kevin Buster Quartet.

On the slower tunes, I made like a blues bandit;
stole away into the arms of beautiful women and
sssssswwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeddddddddd.
Leg against leg, movement in the shoulders and hips,
pushed close by gravity and rhythm;
not grinding, but closing your eyes and trying
to translate the music into movement,
into the connection you have with your partner,
into electricity and light and heat and breath.

Slow songs, as played by a band, last a good ten minutes,
if not more. After, you peel away with a sense of loss,
but also a new connection with whoever you danced with.
It’s not romantic, really; just intimate,
like sharing a secret. Afterwards, we hugged a moment,
and smiled, and tried to remember how to breathe.

Later, she told me I was officially the best lead
she’s danced with since her grandfather. This from
someone who’s basically started to come dancing because
of her fond memories of dancing with her grandfather.
I was flabbergasted by the compliment, and my gast
doesn’t often get flabbered. Quite the pick-me-up.

I feel like I might, finally, be getting the hang
of this connection thing, and especially
these slow, sultry stylings. It’s a matter of being
comfortable in your own skin, of letting go of the
attachment involved in being intimate with someone,
of relaxing and connecting and listening.

In short, it’s neat and it’s liberating.
I’ve no doubt I’ll still approach it with some
jittering of nerves and anxiety, but trudge on
I will, into that brave new world.

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dance music

You’re showing your age…

Swing dancers are a perverse sort. Preparing a valentine’s routine to “Tainted Love” brings us to an apogee of perversity. Conversations revolved around: pain involved with female’s donating eggs, versus people donating plasma, versus guys donating sperm, including various lewd comments about men’s donations, and the process involved; the proper way to “sexy dance”, which eventually got narrowed down to simply “drop it” (like it’s hot), except on the guys leg; the monetary possibilities involved with releasing nude swing dancing videos (here I was shocked to hear that someone had actually witnessed two people swing dancing in the buff; they mentioned that it looked “awkward”); and various references to shaking ass, bouncing bits, pimp-walks, et al. We finished the night by listened to Jack Black croon “Fuck Her Gently”, then went off for a couple drinks at a gay club. Fun night.

The one seemingly non-perverse topic we covered was theme songs from 90s’ television shows, most notably “The Fresh Prince of Belair” and “Saved by the Bell“. I guess it’s proof you’re a twenty-something if you know all the words to the FPoB themesong (though looking at the lyrics, I didn’t know the middle bit, which I guess was only in the first three episodes of the first season). But all the rest of the words, I know … I know them well. Keri mentioned to me that one of her friends has the SBtB themesong as her ring-tone, thus “showing her age”. Is it so bad to be twenty-something?

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dance music personal work

Dancin’ the Blues Away

Dancing alot alot alot, and having an absolute blast, I might add. Only nine days in, and I’m already optimistic that 2005 is going to be my favorite year yet. I’m sitting on a high that seems unquenchable and comes from no particular source other than my own contentment with myself and the world. And isn’t that what we all strive for? Of course, I can’t imagine that the year will have no low notes. Particularly, I’m still nervous about the graduate school thing, and where I will end up and how that will go; nervous but it’s not ruined my mood nor will it.

Aside from posting pictures, I haven’t really made any comment on what’s been going on around here since ringing in the New Year. So I’ll start at the beginning.

New Year’s Eve was a blast, but with some sour notes. Most notably (on the blast end, not the sour end), Theo and Kandace hooked up (you may have seen the picture), and they are, to be blunt, an inspiring pair. Seeing the two of them together is kind of like watching two stars click in a romantic film, the chemistry (even transferred through wires and lights) is undeniable, and from the moment they meet you think, “These people need to get married, right now, and live happily ever after. For real.” At first, I was a little jealous, but now I just enjoy hanging out with them, and it’s renewed my faith that there is someone out there with whom I will connect so … perfectly. In any case, I got no lovin’ on New Years (though I was secretly hoping for a New Year’s kiss, to be sure), but I refused to let that put a damper on the beginning of what I was resolved would be a great year. Tim and I walked home from the Eagle’s Bar around 1:30 in the morning. I drank more that night than I think I ever have before, and perhaps ever will again, though I felt okay for the most part, and woke up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Go me.

Tuesday and Wednesday nights I went dancing, as per usual. I’ve been working on my musicality a lot, trying to dance to the music, match the mood and tempo to my style, play around with pauses, and connect with my partner. I’ve also been managing to teach myself at least one new move every night I go dancing, from watching other people. Nothing fancy, and it’s kind of a frustratingly slow pace to improve at, but I’ll get there in the end. Dancing up in Tacoma on Wednesdays, they like to really slow down the pace a lot near the end of the night, and it’s really made me want to learn some blues dancing. I’d also like to work on some salsa, classic ballroom, tango, and even club-style dancing. Basically, I’ve been a dancing fool and I’m inspired to become ever more of one. In a way, it’s been odd, because I didn’t think I was all that excited about dancing. I think a lot of my new-found interest comes in part from being able to share it with a friend. Having Theo start dancing has made the experience feel more connected to the rest of my life, whereas before it was always something I did that was, for the most part, seperate from everything else in which I was involved. I’ve also been hanging out with the other swing dancers in Olympia quite a bit, and they’re a fun crowd. Aside from dancing, we tend to play a lot of cribbage, and Theo and I have started to get some of them into Pinochle; so in that sense too I feel that dance has become a solid part of my life and relationships, instead of just a strange hobby I have.

Tonight I’m meeting with Emily and Nick, who are running the Swing Club out at Evergreen, to talk about what we want to do this quarter. I helped start the original Evergreen Swing Club back in ’98, so I have some perspective on what works and what doesn’t, and what in particular Evergreen students are looking for in a club. Of course, it may have all changed since then, since that was the height of the swing craze. I think we should still be able to pull in a good crowd, though, even if we don’t get the peak 60-or-so people we got back in the day. Also, they may have me teach every other week, which would be a blast, because I miss teaching swing, and I’ve learned a lot since I was dancing back then. On top of all that, I’ve been vigorously adding to my music collection, including a lot of western swing and rockabilly (among other things) and hope to start DJing brief spots at the dance on Tuesday nights. If it goes well, and I’m into it, I might look into getting my own DJ set-up. I used to DJ a little bit with Lee back in the day, now and again, and always had a great time doing it. If nothing else, I just think it would be fun to mix up the music that people dance to every week.

I worked a lot this week, including three days that went from 9:00 to 6:30. I’d forgotten how exhausting it can be to work a full day, especially when most of it is spent moving around and on your feet. The job at Tumwater is decent, if uninteresting, though I wish so much I could just work full-time at St. Martin’s, which is to date my favorite job ever. But I’m bordering on whining, which isn’t my intention, so I’ll move on.

Last night was a guest-list only party at the Eagle’s Bar, featuring the fabulous DJ talent of a man named Rob. Rob lives in Paris, but he came over here to marry (as in preside over the ceremony) Christine and Damon. When he tried to go back home, he was told that he couldn’t because he didn’t have the proper papers (or something really asinine, along those lines). So he was stuck back in the ‘States, trying to make some money to get the documention and ticket he needed to get back to Paris. Last night’s party was partially a farewell party to Rob, and a collection for him to get back home. He’s flying back on the 20th. Bon Voyage, Rob! Anyway, he’s a kick-awesome DJ, with an awesome collection of swing, blues, jazz, techno, dance, disco, and everything else, including some really great music from France he’s picked up. I’d kill for the man’s music collection. The crowd was a lot smaller than it was on New Year’s, and mostly composed of the swing dance crowd. We had solid swing music from 8-10:30, then slowly moved over to disco, with some swing and salsa thrown in on occassion. Kandace drank a little too much, so I took them home around 12:30, and then drove myself back to the party. It wrapped up shortly after I got back, so a few of us went searching for other venues to dance in. Unfortunately, Olympia closes down pretty early (which has always been a beef of mine with this city), so after 1:00 we were pretty much shit out of luck unless we wanted to pay a cover to get into a club packed full of drunk and horny grinders swaying obnoxiously to too-loud techno and hip-hop. After walking around for a bit, we went back to Jan’s house, had some beers, and played cribbage until about 4:30 in the morning. This morning we woke up early (almost), around 10, and went down to get some good, greasy breakfast at The Place.

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art music

You feel the urge to buy art

My other, exhaustive post pretty much catches up to the present day. I just wanted to mention, one more time, that if you buy a print from Clio Chiang before Jan 10th (one and a half days left!) the proceeds will go to the Red Cross to aid the countries suffering from the tsunami. Personally, I think her art is absolutely fantastic. I bought three prints today, and they’re really not that expensive, so I think everyone should follow suit. Go, now, run don’t walk, buy art.

Other random tidbits: Karla is back from her holiday travelings, and has about two-hundred pictures and a slew of words to peruse. Look at the words, read the pictures, or vice versa. She tends to have some fun adventures over there, in various countries.

Due to spambot attacks on his comments, Nick’s blog has moved. The new layout looks very nice, I think. Go on over and say “hi!”.

As I said previously, I’ve been vigorously adding to my music collection. Additions of note have been:

Wanda Jackson, Juana Molina, Dale Hawkins, Charlie Feathers, A Girl Called Eddy, Aqualung, Arcade Fire, Architecture in Helsinki, Damnwells, Devendra Banhart, Dogs Die in Hot Cars, Federico Aubele, Janis Martin, K-Os, Mason Jennings, McLusky, Nellie McKay, Stars, The Fiery Furnaces, The Futureheads, The Good Life, The Thermals, TV on the Radio, and Visqueen. Among other things, all across the spectrum.

Music is great. Really, super, kick-awesome great.

Go music.

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music webcomics

Comics and musics and blogs, oh my!

This evening last, from about five o’clock on,
I spent many indelibly delightful hours perusing a
new (to me) webcomic and investigating yet more new musics.
Perhaps now my favoritest webcomic of all time
(right up there with Something Positive!) is:

(drumroll)

Questionable Content. It is, simply, ingenious.

And my favorite new musics I found, so far, is Nellie McKay.
She’s a delightful medley of soul, jazz, showtunes and hiphop;
try to rap your brain around that one.

Catchiest, happiest song ever, with a silly flash.

Finally, I’ve linked to a new blog, Lohans’ World.
I discovered Questionable Content through her link,
so just for that she gets mad props.

Reading all 260 (or so) strips of QC in a night, and the joy I derived from it, made me realize how wonderful a good webcomic can be. As such, I’ve decided that I may try one, completely solo, despite the fact that I can’t draw worth snap, just to see how it turns out.

If I do, you’ll be the first to know about it.

Other webcomics I am investigating for permalink worthiness:

  • Able & Baker
  • Instant Classic Entertainment
  • Sam and Fuzzy
  • Scary Go Round
  • Theater Hopper
  • Niego
  • Wigu (and Overcompensating)
  • Fallen
  • Goats: the comic strip
  • Ctrl+Alt+Del
  • Orneryboy

    I’m sure I could find more, but that seems like enough to keep
    me occupied for quite some time, if not … ETERNITY!!!

    Oh, and before I forget, I also linked to Websnark.com,
    which is a blog all about webcomics. How cool is that!?

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    music personal poetic

    I’ll finish before I’m done

    The new year’s begun. Hip hip ______!

    My resolutions? Hmmmm …

  • Get good at this dancing thing. Really good. Diversify.
  • Take no day for granted.
  • Write more, more often.
  • Yoga, or some sort of healthiness, consistently.
  • Grad School in the Fall.
  • Enjoy people more, and be more social. Converse.
  • Take mad pictures to document the year with new digicam.
  • Lessen anxiety about big and scary changes.
  • Get my finances back into the green. Pay off debts.
  • Play more music.
  • Explore more music. Maybe DJ at swing, or get a show on KAOS.
  • Be gracious, unceasingly, while remaining conscious of personal needs.

    That’s more than enough, I say. And now, a poem.

    — Fancy That —

    Fancy that, another year has passed,
    hundreds of days gone by leaving
    memories like dust on the sill.
    Fancy that, back in Olympia,
    plotting out a future wrife with adventure;
    oh perilous and exciting days yet to come.
    There are so many tomorrows.
    Fancy that, I still cherish the thought of you,
    though time’s tarnished the picture I brought of you,
    and a crack runs down the frame now
    like a spiderweb, or a bit of lace.
    Fancy that, I thought I might fall in love again,
    so soon; but I did, and her name is:
    the world, each day, the sound of the rain
    dropping gentle like memories into the black.
    Fancy that, plans that precipitate action,
    no distance too great because I’m moving forward
    instead of falling back. I’m out to sea now,
    sail taut pulling into the sunrise and
    the sky’s red and I may never find my way back.
    Fancy that, that fancies change;
    and I’m dancing again, fancying something perfect.
    Because these days pass by so swift that
    I’d be a fool to think I’ll finish before I’m done
    and I think I’d rather share this thing called life.
    Fancy that, another year has come,
    different days and different ways to pass the time;
    and I’ll not look back. I’ll not look back;
    because I fancy that the future
    will be a marvelous place.

    My anthem for 2005: Eels – Mr. E’s Beautiful Blues.

    “Goddamn right it’s a beautiful day.”

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    All my little words

    On repeat: The Magnetic Fields
    “All My Little Words”

    You are a splendid butterfly
    It is your wings that make you beautiful
    And I could make you fly away
    But I could never make you stay
    You said you were in love with me
    Both of us know that that’s impossible
    And I could make you rue the day
    But I could never make you stay

    Not for all the tea in China
    Not if I could sing like a bird
    Not for all North Carolina
    Not for all my little words
    Not if I could write for you
    The sweetest song you ever heard
    It doesn’t matter what I’ll do
    Not for all my little words

    Now that you’ve made me want to die
    You tell me that you’re unboyfriendable
    And I could make you pay and pay
    But I could never make you stay

    I stayed up until 4:30 in the morning,
    searching for new music. I ended up with:

    Black Heart Procession, Carissa’s Wierd, Colin Hay, Dan Bern, Dave Alvin, Eels, Ely Guerra, Emiliana Torrini, Eva Cassidy, Frou Frou, Goldfrapp, Gunther & the Sunshine Girls (Karla’s fault), Jeff Buckley, Johnny Cash (songs from American IV), Lovage, Matthew Good, Mazzy Star, Mylene Farmer, Social Distortion, The Album Leaf, The Magnetic Fields, The Polyphonic Spree, The Rapture, Weakerthans, Thievery Corporation, and Tosca. And some other, random stuff.

    Right now I’m particularly digging on Dan Bern, Eva Cassidy, The Magnetic Fields, and Weakerthans. But it’s a lot of new music to absorb all at once; it has to sink in a bit yet. So yeah, basically I went to the profiles of all the bloggers that I read and checked out what music they like. I have to admit, you all have good taste. Or perhaps I’m extremely eclectic. Or both. If anyone has any further suggestions, please feel free to let me know. I’ve always got an ear out for something new to fall in love with.

    So I’ve come to realize that my mood is largely dependent on how nervous I am about any given thing, take your pick between: the swing routine, the new job, the relationship (and ensuing friendship, which is now going well, I think), Christmas, moving in the Fall. And etc…. So, I’m going to stop being nervous, and get on with my life. Tonight the swing practice went really well (we cut out the backflip, which makes me happy), and it put me in a really great mood. I’m going to do my best to stay in it, and not get so freaked out by every little thing. I’ve no idea where this tendancy came from. So, bring it on, world; I’m ready for ya. All the great music helps, too.

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    love music personal work

    Like Clark Gable

    So I got a brand new jobby-job. Yes indeed.

    Formerly just:

    Ahniwa Ferrari: Library Assistant II, Reference
    Saint Martin’s College

    And now also:

    Ahniwa Ferrari: Library Aide
    Tumwater Timberland Library

    Okay, so it’s not flashy. Nor is it particularly elegant.
    But it’s MINE! Today shelving, tomorrow the world.
    The irony is that I’ve never been to the Tumwater Library,
    and now I have half an hour between jobs to find it,
    and try to eat lunch. Good thing I’m a library employee,
    and therefore resourceful. Anyway, I’m only going to be
    working a grand total of 34 hours a week, give or take;
    so I’m not high-rolling, but I’m sure it will seem like
    a lot for awhile. Even working 19 hours a week, I never
    felt like I had that much free time. And now it
    will almost be true. I prefer the busy; I’ll adjust.

    I want so badly to believe that “there is truth, that love is real”
    And I want life in every word to the extent that it’s absurd
    I know you’re wise beyond your years, but do you ever get the fear
    That your perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by?

    – The Postal Service, “Clark Gable”

    Thinking about that shiny green bit at the center of us,
    about connections and comfort and reciprocation.
    We’re all so strange to each other.

    I think relationships have to connect both emotionally and practically. But it’s difficult and rare for those two to go together. In my case, too often: emotional beginnings, practical endings. I yet believe that there is truth, that love is real.

    I’ve got a shiny green bit: infinite strong, hopelessly fragile.

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    game love music personal

    We will become silhouettes

    On the big speakers: The Postal Service
    My current obsession: Vaenu Pa’riya

    Nearly a week since my last entry. Not because of EQ2, as one might guess, but because I’ve needed the time to mull things over. I wanted to pay what happened with Alexis more than just passing lip service, but honestly I don’t know what to say. I’ve got very mixed feelings about what happened. She came over last night and we talked about things; mostly she tried to convince me that I was making a horrible mistake. I admitted that she could very well be right, but for now I still feel like it was the right decision, and I’m not going to change my mind. Not that it wasn’t hard. My god; my body was shaking, and she leaned against me and took my hand and stared into my eyes and even while melting I told her that I couldn’t do what she wanted me to do. It remains the right decision, but not an easy one.

    As I dropped her off in the glen, she kissed me. Three times. I didn’t stop her, but I didn’t let it go any further. She told me I was stupid (for letting her go; a theme of the night) and then left. I drove away, confused and feeling pretty stupid. My brain still feels a bit addled, but I’ll keep my resolve. If I don’t, I suspect it will just lead to more people getting more hurt later on. In the Autumn I need to make a journey by myself; this supersedes all else.

    To occupy my thoughts:

    • My father is probably moving to Reno.
    • I may go to Florida for Christmas, but I’m waiting to hear about the new job and see how my schedule might work out. Christmas is just around the corner, though.
    • We’ve got seven swing practices planned before we have to perform our routine. We perform on the 21st, and I’m nervous about the aerials.
    • My schedule is completely fucked since I can’t work over the holidays and I have to make up the hours somehow.
    • Everquest 2 is the best crack since Everquest, and better. It makes me shiver.
    • I desperately want a digital camera, and I desperately can’t afford one.
    • I may buy myself one anyway.
    • I secretly yearn for snow. I blame this on Ohio.
    • I worry that the application process for grad school in a different country will be complicated and difficult, and that I won’t be able to get the aid required to allow me to go.
    • I still haven’t heard about the second job, and I’m getting nervous now.
    • That’s more than enough, I imagine.

    I’ll do my best to update more regularly.
    I always feel better for doing so.

    I wanted to walk through the empty streets
    And feel something constant under my feet,
    But all the news reports recommended that
    I stay indoors
    Because the air outside will make our cells
    Divide at an alarming rate until our shells
    Simply cannot hold all our insides in,
    And that’s when we’ll explode
    (and it won’t be a pretty sight)


    – The Postal Service, We Will Become Silhouettes