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Friday, October 25, 2002
No Fear, Never Obsolete I can't believe it, I just had a good laugh... Now, this music *does* sound unsurpassed. Warm and beautiful. In a square on the back of this Columbia (Christmas) LP: "This Columbia High Fidelity recording is scientifically designed to play with the highest quality of reproduction on the phonograph of your choice, new or old. If you are the owner of a new stereophonic system, this record will play with even more true-to-life fidelity. In short, you can purchase this record with no fear of its becoming obsolete in the future." Ha hahahaha!! "I love you dearly. Honestly." I've tried a couple other things briefly, and the Christmas music is the only thing that works tonight. *Quiet* Christmas music. Touched By The Beach Boys "I'm so hard to handle, I'm selfish and I'm sad." - "River," Bettie Serveert. (Just found out, there's a download of a live cover of the Beach Boys' "Tears In The Morning," in Flavour Of The Month, on the Serveert site until the end of October... It's amazing how many artists I like touch the Beach Boys, in one way or another. Some very unexpected ways.) {Edit: Tears In The Morning was a brave effort. Gently done, quite nice for a live attempt..} A Malformed Rooster The air is thick with sadness. My head is buzzing, and it's cold outside. It's sort of delicious. I'm in a zone, and I wish I was far away. Perhaps I could imagine the loud woman in the background as a strange, malformed rooster, who doesn't know what a rooster is supposed to sound like, so instead makes her unworldly sounds to herard the morning dawn. I wonder what that creature looks like. I don't think I want to know. I hope it stays at a distance. I want to enjoy my fog of vague melancholy. This is such a perfect morning to be sitting in the Mt. Tabor Cafe, smelling those wonderful smells... Or at a mysterious ocean-side eatery, feeling the fun and adventure of another place.... That rooster calls again, how does it make that sound? Thursday, October 24, 2002
Overheard in the office, "My head is exploding, I need a drink." Ha ha... I can relate, although I don't feel quite like that now. I had a good, slow, sunny(crazy mad dog interrupted!) walk at lunch time. Wednesday, October 23, 2002
The sky is blue and the sun is warm. The trees are green. (Written on a bench next to a building sheltering two unseasonably green trees, swaying in the breeze, under a brilliant blue sky, on a lazy late October afternoon.) My neighbor keeps trying to bug me today. Can't he tell I don't want to be bugged *by him*? ... Last night, I was reading a huge reference book, which among other things, claimed that *I* like strong, intelligent, independent women. I've been coming to realize this more and more, the last ten years or so. I am not feeling inspired today. {Edit: I just saw an ad, "Advertise your blogger." That does seem strange.) Man, it's freezing in her land! Maybe today will be the last mid-60s sunny day here. I'm a little tired out from not being able to get to sleep last night... Listening to "Teach My Feet To Fly" this morning, and finding some comfort there, I'm thinking I do need to plan a follow up. How can Air's "The Vagabond" be so much different from most of their other music? I need to look into that. {Edit: It is Air indeed. From "10,000 Hz Legend." CD Now describes this album as "Bizarre, surreal, and captivating." An apt description of "The Vagabond."} Tuesday, October 22, 2002
Fellow Shopper  Oh man, I have to get better at that! This evening, having gone for a nice walk earlier, and taken a photo or two, I was out front for a minute, and thought how amazingly nice it still felt, after dark. "Wouldn't a little walk be fun right now?" Yeah, it was. First I went over to the little house just up for sale nearby... Kind of interesting. At least it had central air... Then I thought, "I sure could use a little fruit.." So I walked over to Thriftway.. Nice... It was just the perfect evening to walk over.. So, I went straight over to produce.. The pears, hmm, not too fragrant. What about the big boxes of apples? Wow, some giant Jonathans looked really good.. I grabbed one, looked up, and *noticed* a fellow shopper. There was something in the next little while, that made me think I really might want to go over and meet the woman in jeans... Well, we did a little dance of "Is he noticing me?", and "What's she think of me?" I just... hmm, had a feeling.... But I couldn't think! I was thinking, I could go up, "Hey, we should meet each other!" Right... I have to get better at that.. What I wouldn't give right now, to have at least spoken with her - a simple start.. It may have gone well, and maybe not. Next time, when the feel is right, I want to get better at approaching that fellow shopper! Although, it was fun as far as it went, and I feel really good, why not try something a little more... Not For Mornings! Well, maybe "morning maniac music", but only if you've been up all night partying I'd say... I tried the Avalanches yesterday morning, and oooo, it was not the choice for first thing Monday morning. Especially since I'd barely listened to them before. I was thinking, "Ahhh, this is weird, what was I thinking!??" This afternoon, right now, however. they're keeping me mightily entertained... :-) Extra Kings, Frontier Psychiatry, Summer Crane, and we'll see about all the rest. Just not for first thing in the morning.. Ugh, I don't know why I let myself be talked into going out when I had planned not to do that sort of thing! Sure, maybe I was hungry in my dream, but not *that* hungry! The Thanksgiving Duel I awoke from a dramatic dream again this morning. It was apparently right after Thanksgiving. For some reason someone had gotten a couple giant pizzas, a big cheese on the top, and I think it was a pepperoni on the bottom. We were having a huge disagreement about whether we should eat pizza on the day after Thanksgiving. These were not my family, but people who were apparently sort of known to me, like maybe people at work, who I sort of know. Anyway, we had a bunch of guns between us, rifles and shotguns... There was some struggle for each group to get their hands on them... I managed to grab *two*, including one which the other group was supposed to have I think. So, we were all right next to each other, pointing our guns at each other. I had my two pointed at two.. Then, apparently we were tired out from the struggle, and took a little break, before our duel was to conclude. We weren't steps apart. We were right next to each other! Then, I said, "What are we doing, this is crazy! We're going to shoot each other over pizza?!" Hmm, maybe because it was *my* dream, I knew right away, that everyone saw the folly. The duel was over, and I awoke, just moments before my alarm was to go off. The funny thing was, I was on the side of those who wanted to go ahead and eat the pizza. Normally, I'm such a traditionalist about such things, I'd be saying, "No, no, leftover turkey and stuffing and gravy!" I must have been hungry. Monday, October 21, 2002
 I find I take for granted that others will understand that I need time to myself, sometimes. I get reclusive, and there is no getting around that. Can I actually understand, and further, act in a considerate way, when someone else is feeling that way? I tend to be so impulsive. "No, I just want to say *this* now!" Like it must be said then, and I'd forget, and it would all be lost forever. Somewhat skewed reality. Sunday, October 20, 2002
Today's a day of quiet reflection.. which is probably good, because the people I wanted to see or talk to, all seemed to be out. I really should answer my email, fairly quickly.. Well, I usually do.. Sometimes, it's a little much though.. Like when you get a few emails at once, and you're really not in the mood for writing at all. Ahhh.... I've known a couple girls who used to live in the DC area.... Both are far enough now.. But what of the others? Friends, relatives.... I hope they capture or kill the evil lurking, soon. |
