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I had an uber goth moment on the way to work this morning. The air was oppressively heavy, and everything was slate colored and utterly silent. As I told a cohort earlier, this goth moment may have been significantly enhanced by listening to Joy Division on tape. It seems to have set the tone for the whole day. I feel very relaxed, focused yet not really here, productive mentally but rather gray. Surprisingly, this is a good way to feel for me.
I think I'm going to have to build a bridge across our front yard. Even yesterday, when it had been sunny for almost two days, I sank ankle-deep in muck when I walked across it. Somehow the lawn service managed to mow it, but I'm pretty sure that after today, my house will only be accessible by ferry. One part of me is tired of that; the other always loves storms and rain and never tires of them. The Joy Division part, perhaps?
I've been listening to a lot of music on tape as of late. A lot of people sneer at that: "But Taraaaaa," they whine and smirk. "The sound quality is teeeerible! CDs are so convenient!" That's the problem with our society: convenience. Build everything bigger, faster, smarter, easier, so we have to use less effort and brainpower than ever before. Tapes are marvelously nostalgic for me. Any hack can make a CD, but a tape? A tape takes love, patience, finesse. Yesterday, Date Guy gave me an unopened Depeche Mode tape for my car, and for the first time in over a decade, I knew what it was to unwrap a cassette and gently slide a brand new, never before played tape into the player. It was almost overwhelming! I remember how that used to be the most magical of moments for me when I was a teenager, and here I was, almost 27, and getting to relive that moment. It really socked it to me! I am in a frenzy of tape passion!
The weekend cannot arrive quickly enough for me, although I do not foresee and chance to relax, really. Friday night: show at the Conservatory. Saturday: scheduled screening of "Dig!" (I know, I know) at the house in the afternoon, then hopefully the art show at the Book Beat (Yes Ryan, I know, I know). Sunday... HARRY POTTER AT LAST! Well, the movie at least. Melissa is taking me on an HP date, and it's going to be the best ever.
Since I've already dorked out, I say in for a penny, in for a pound: all these years, I have scoffed at Star Wars and Lord of the Rings devotees. I've come to believe that Harry Potter has fallen in with these classics of geek culture. Now I understand. I may hang myself with my HP t-shirt after the last book comes out next week... not really, but I'll want to. No more Hogwarts?
OK, I'd better stop before I never live this down.
I think I'm going to have to build a bridge across our front yard. Even yesterday, when it had been sunny for almost two days, I sank ankle-deep in muck when I walked across it. Somehow the lawn service managed to mow it, but I'm pretty sure that after today, my house will only be accessible by ferry. One part of me is tired of that; the other always loves storms and rain and never tires of them. The Joy Division part, perhaps?
I've been listening to a lot of music on tape as of late. A lot of people sneer at that: "But Taraaaaa," they whine and smirk. "The sound quality is teeeerible! CDs are so convenient!" That's the problem with our society: convenience. Build everything bigger, faster, smarter, easier, so we have to use less effort and brainpower than ever before. Tapes are marvelously nostalgic for me. Any hack can make a CD, but a tape? A tape takes love, patience, finesse. Yesterday, Date Guy gave me an unopened Depeche Mode tape for my car, and for the first time in over a decade, I knew what it was to unwrap a cassette and gently slide a brand new, never before played tape into the player. It was almost overwhelming! I remember how that used to be the most magical of moments for me when I was a teenager, and here I was, almost 27, and getting to relive that moment. It really socked it to me! I am in a frenzy of tape passion!
The weekend cannot arrive quickly enough for me, although I do not foresee and chance to relax, really. Friday night: show at the Conservatory. Saturday: scheduled screening of "Dig!" (I know, I know) at the house in the afternoon, then hopefully the art show at the Book Beat (Yes Ryan, I know, I know). Sunday... HARRY POTTER AT LAST! Well, the movie at least. Melissa is taking me on an HP date, and it's going to be the best ever.
Since I've already dorked out, I say in for a penny, in for a pound: all these years, I have scoffed at Star Wars and Lord of the Rings devotees. I've come to believe that Harry Potter has fallen in with these classics of geek culture. Now I understand. I may hang myself with my HP t-shirt after the last book comes out next week... not really, but I'll want to. No more Hogwarts?
OK, I'd better stop before I never live this down.