Fetch me the Spirit, the Son and the Father / Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.
I’m in the Listener! They accepted that letter I wrote a while back! Yay!
I’ve got three assignments back for my Philosophy papers so far. I was definitely not feeling too good about these papers, they cover such strange concepts and unfamiliar territory. But, I’ve got an A and two A-‘s so far. Yay, I might pass these things!
Now, to write 1200 words explaining ‘I Think Therefore I Am’ before I go home tomorrow…
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So, I went and got Ten Thousand Days straight away on Monday, although I was surprised to find that the local Warewhare didn’t actually have it. I had to trek over to the city to find a Warehouse with it because I wasn’t going to spend as much as Sounds charges.
It’s really good. I mean, I try really hard not to say it’s good just because Maynard and Tool are my favourites, but it is actually really good. Vicarious was the song on the radio and it moves really quick. Jambi is odd but cool. The two parts of Wings are insistent and melancholy and, when you know more about the death and life of Maynard’s mother, poignant. The Pot starts with some really strange vocals (actually, the vocals are odd all through). And then there’s a couple of strange set pieces that lead into Rosetta Stoned which sounds like a Tool version of King Missile or that Primus song from the Chef Aid soundtrack about Doctor Mephisto. Maynard speaks gutturally and rapidly and only sings a little later and the songs all from the view of a guy who was abducted by aliens. Some of the imagery makes me think that it’s meant to be applicable to other things too. The last few songs I’m still getting into but they seem good. Virginti Tres seems completely pointless, but I haven’t managed to listen to the whole thing yet.
And the album is wierd. It comes with built in 3-D lenses and the photos in the liner booklet become 3-D. And the band is actually in the photos!
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While my sister Evalyn was down with us last week we took her down to Te Papa to see the Lord of the Rings exhibit.
It was pretty classy, heaps of armour and massive models of evil evil towers. Cool stuff. In particular I enjoyed the part that showed how they managed to use different cameras to put two people in one shot at two totally different sizes. I saw people getting on the seats and laughing at how they looked slightly bigger and smaller than each other. I knew I could do better.
So I tried it out with Annalise. Done one way she looks about as big as me. Done the other she is roughly the size of my forearm. It looks great. I’ll have to try and find a way to scan the photos of it we bought.
Annalise really liked looking at everything, in particular the head of Treebeard and the ‘life size’ Cave Troll bursting through the door.
Speaking of Cave Trolls, we saw a macquette used to get the CG just right. It was anatomically correct. It was male. I thought that was… odd…
The rest of Te Papa was interesting but we began tog et pretty tired pretty quickly and it was a long drive home so we didn’t stay long.
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I’ve seen Margaret Atwood mentioned so often I knew some day I’d get around to reading her. So I got The Handmaiden’s Tale out of the library. Oof.
If there was one word I’d use to sum up that book it would be Heartbreak. Although it was strange how small the world of the Handmaiden seemed, constantly meeting people that she knew, etc. The hypocrisy’s and fear were beautifully rendered.
My only complaints were the sections were the narrator talked about the type of story they wanted to write and what really happened etc. That didn’t seem to add anything except doubt to the story and doubt only lessens the impact, providing a way for readers to say ‘hey, maybe she was just unlucky or ungrateful. It wasn’t really that bad at all.’ Which, to me, seems to be a failing.
Similarly, the epilogue distracted from the intensity of the situation, although the moment where the lecturer says ‘we cannot judge another culture from our vantage point’ did offer a very problematic question that people are still struggling with today. I want to judge, and the first person hatred of the situation allows us to empathise. But we always get told that we can’t. Should we?
Now I'm starting Oryx and Crake. Is it any good?
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I went to see Korn last night.
We wandered down the line to the gates, chatting with these girls in front of us. And then, as we got to the gates, they realised they had brought a ticket and a receipt instead of two tickets with them. We left them there, gobstruck, but I hope they only left the other ticket in the car. That would have sucked.
The T-Shirts weren’t great, so I didn’t get one but my sister
Jonelles did, although it seemed like she might be allergic to it. While she wore it her eyes began to puff up. Hopefully it won’t do that once she washes it.
8 Foot Sativa were just winding up as we went in, but they didn’t play their anthem! My
other sister’s man and I were shocked.
Blindspott came on and showed exactly how not to promote a new album (End The Silence, end of this month for those interested…). The key is to slip in some new songs with familiar ones so people get hooked. You don’t play two songs out of the eight song set that people know. That just means we all stand around going ‘Oh yeah, that’s cool’ to songs we don’t know. And having the singer mention the album every second eh can just feels trashy.
It took a good half hour or more before Korn were actually set up. WE were getting antsy.
Then they finally came on and played:
It’s On
Clown
Throw Me Away
Falling Away From Me
Counting On Me
Need To
Divine
Coming Undone
Make Me Bad
Shoots and Ladders (which became a medley of heaps of stuff, including Twist.)
A.D.I.D.A.S.
Got The Life
Twisted Transistor
Freak on a Leash
Blind
Although that’s only a very, very vague order. They also played something I wasn’t sure of, but I think came from Issues. It began with Munky playing a long long solo and wandering over the stage, which was cool. Interestingly, to make up for the lack of Head on guitar they had an extra guitarist, a keyboardist, an extra drummer and an extra vocalist. These extra’s were all wearing animal masks like the creatures from the cover of the new album. Now I’m wondering who they were though.
I was surprised that the crowd was a lot smaller than the Foo Fighters concert and less enthusiastic. I felt like there were lots of people who didn’t seem to care what was happening. That and the way the two hour set felt so short were the things that brought down the concert a little. You could tell Jon was trying to get people moving, hands in the air, but it didn’t seem to stick. There was no encore which sucked but they hung around on stage for a while, throwing stuff out and getting cheers.
Jonelles has a large student loan that she got learning massage and beautician stuff. This is convenient because she did lots of things to my neck and now it isn’t as sore as the day after other concerts.
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Right. Essay and then Japanese food, Sake and V for Vendetta. Sweet.
I’ve got three assignments back for my Philosophy papers so far. I was definitely not feeling too good about these papers, they cover such strange concepts and unfamiliar territory. But, I’ve got an A and two A-‘s so far. Yay, I might pass these things!
Now, to write 1200 words explaining ‘I Think Therefore I Am’ before I go home tomorrow…
--
So, I went and got Ten Thousand Days straight away on Monday, although I was surprised to find that the local Warewhare didn’t actually have it. I had to trek over to the city to find a Warehouse with it because I wasn’t going to spend as much as Sounds charges.
It’s really good. I mean, I try really hard not to say it’s good just because Maynard and Tool are my favourites, but it is actually really good. Vicarious was the song on the radio and it moves really quick. Jambi is odd but cool. The two parts of Wings are insistent and melancholy and, when you know more about the death and life of Maynard’s mother, poignant. The Pot starts with some really strange vocals (actually, the vocals are odd all through). And then there’s a couple of strange set pieces that lead into Rosetta Stoned which sounds like a Tool version of King Missile or that Primus song from the Chef Aid soundtrack about Doctor Mephisto. Maynard speaks gutturally and rapidly and only sings a little later and the songs all from the view of a guy who was abducted by aliens. Some of the imagery makes me think that it’s meant to be applicable to other things too. The last few songs I’m still getting into but they seem good. Virginti Tres seems completely pointless, but I haven’t managed to listen to the whole thing yet.
And the album is wierd. It comes with built in 3-D lenses and the photos in the liner booklet become 3-D. And the band is actually in the photos!
--
While my sister Evalyn was down with us last week we took her down to Te Papa to see the Lord of the Rings exhibit.
It was pretty classy, heaps of armour and massive models of evil evil towers. Cool stuff. In particular I enjoyed the part that showed how they managed to use different cameras to put two people in one shot at two totally different sizes. I saw people getting on the seats and laughing at how they looked slightly bigger and smaller than each other. I knew I could do better.
So I tried it out with Annalise. Done one way she looks about as big as me. Done the other she is roughly the size of my forearm. It looks great. I’ll have to try and find a way to scan the photos of it we bought.
Annalise really liked looking at everything, in particular the head of Treebeard and the ‘life size’ Cave Troll bursting through the door.
Speaking of Cave Trolls, we saw a macquette used to get the CG just right. It was anatomically correct. It was male. I thought that was… odd…
The rest of Te Papa was interesting but we began tog et pretty tired pretty quickly and it was a long drive home so we didn’t stay long.
--
I’ve seen Margaret Atwood mentioned so often I knew some day I’d get around to reading her. So I got The Handmaiden’s Tale out of the library. Oof.
If there was one word I’d use to sum up that book it would be Heartbreak. Although it was strange how small the world of the Handmaiden seemed, constantly meeting people that she knew, etc. The hypocrisy’s and fear were beautifully rendered.
My only complaints were the sections were the narrator talked about the type of story they wanted to write and what really happened etc. That didn’t seem to add anything except doubt to the story and doubt only lessens the impact, providing a way for readers to say ‘hey, maybe she was just unlucky or ungrateful. It wasn’t really that bad at all.’ Which, to me, seems to be a failing.
Similarly, the epilogue distracted from the intensity of the situation, although the moment where the lecturer says ‘we cannot judge another culture from our vantage point’ did offer a very problematic question that people are still struggling with today. I want to judge, and the first person hatred of the situation allows us to empathise. But we always get told that we can’t. Should we?
Now I'm starting Oryx and Crake. Is it any good?
--
I went to see Korn last night.
We wandered down the line to the gates, chatting with these girls in front of us. And then, as we got to the gates, they realised they had brought a ticket and a receipt instead of two tickets with them. We left them there, gobstruck, but I hope they only left the other ticket in the car. That would have sucked.
The T-Shirts weren’t great, so I didn’t get one but my sister
Jonelles did, although it seemed like she might be allergic to it. While she wore it her eyes began to puff up. Hopefully it won’t do that once she washes it.
8 Foot Sativa were just winding up as we went in, but they didn’t play their anthem! My
other sister’s man and I were shocked.
Blindspott came on and showed exactly how not to promote a new album (End The Silence, end of this month for those interested…). The key is to slip in some new songs with familiar ones so people get hooked. You don’t play two songs out of the eight song set that people know. That just means we all stand around going ‘Oh yeah, that’s cool’ to songs we don’t know. And having the singer mention the album every second eh can just feels trashy.
It took a good half hour or more before Korn were actually set up. WE were getting antsy.
Then they finally came on and played:
It’s On
Clown
Throw Me Away
Falling Away From Me
Counting On Me
Need To
Divine
Coming Undone
Make Me Bad
Shoots and Ladders (which became a medley of heaps of stuff, including Twist.)
A.D.I.D.A.S.
Got The Life
Twisted Transistor
Freak on a Leash
Blind
Although that’s only a very, very vague order. They also played something I wasn’t sure of, but I think came from Issues. It began with Munky playing a long long solo and wandering over the stage, which was cool. Interestingly, to make up for the lack of Head on guitar they had an extra guitarist, a keyboardist, an extra drummer and an extra vocalist. These extra’s were all wearing animal masks like the creatures from the cover of the new album. Now I’m wondering who they were though.
I was surprised that the crowd was a lot smaller than the Foo Fighters concert and less enthusiastic. I felt like there were lots of people who didn’t seem to care what was happening. That and the way the two hour set felt so short were the things that brought down the concert a little. You could tell Jon was trying to get people moving, hands in the air, but it didn’t seem to stick. There was no encore which sucked but they hung around on stage for a while, throwing stuff out and getting cheers.
Jonelles has a large student loan that she got learning massage and beautician stuff. This is convenient because she did lots of things to my neck and now it isn’t as sore as the day after other concerts.
--
Right. Essay and then Japanese food, Sake and V for Vendetta. Sweet.