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- I have started pronouncing g's on the end of -ing's. As in "thin-GUH." And each time I do it, I think--where the hell did that come from. Today I realized--it's my boss! She has a thick New York accent, including the audible G, and I have been spending 90% of my waking time in her presence for the last month.
- Today in my quest to find unobtrusive things to listen to while I work, I decided to go through my Sting collection. There was a time when Sting was in heavy rotation for me. All through high school and college, I played his albums all the time. Lately, less so. But a lot of them I pop in from time to time--Dream of the Blue Turtles still holds up, Soul Cages is still one of the most perfect albums ever recorded, Nothing Like the Sun is surprisingly sweet, Ten Summoner's Tales is nostalgic even if most of its tracks aren't strictly speaking good. Then I got to Brand New Day, which it turns out I haven't listened to in eight years. I know I listened to this a lot when it came out, but I really never think, you know what I'd like to listen to? Brand New Day. There's a reason. It's completely uninteresting. It's just...blah. A bunch of artifice, no heart. I mean, what else can you say about an album where Sting writes one song from the perspective of a guy trying to wrestle a letter from a mailman, one from the perspective of a dog, and one from the perspective of a female prostitute.
(Course I never listen to Mercury Falling. I don't think I've listened to it more than once since I bought it. Now that one, that one's crap.)
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- Today in my quest to find unobtrusive things to listen to while I work, I decided to go through my Sting collection. There was a time when Sting was in heavy rotation for me. All through high school and college, I played his albums all the time. Lately, less so. But a lot of them I pop in from time to time--Dream of the Blue Turtles still holds up, Soul Cages is still one of the most perfect albums ever recorded, Nothing Like the Sun is surprisingly sweet, Ten Summoner's Tales is nostalgic even if most of its tracks aren't strictly speaking good. Then I got to Brand New Day, which it turns out I haven't listened to in eight years. I know I listened to this a lot when it came out, but I really never think, you know what I'd like to listen to? Brand New Day. There's a reason. It's completely uninteresting. It's just...blah. A bunch of artifice, no heart. I mean, what else can you say about an album where Sting writes one song from the perspective of a guy trying to wrestle a letter from a mailman, one from the perspective of a dog, and one from the perspective of a female prostitute.
(Course I never listen to Mercury Falling. I don't think I've listened to it more than once since I bought it. Now that one, that one's crap.)
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