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I have accomplished a whooooole lot of nothing this weekend. I am not ashamed; I am merely annoyed at the moment. It has been a couch-centric weekend because of my back.
Highlights:
Wonderfalls, season one and only: It had its bad episodes, but overall a gem. I am particularly fond of Lee Pace as the brother. 42 Up: What can I say? the anglophile and sociologist in me is titillated.
Did some reading this weekend too. Excerpts:
Thud! by Terry Pratchett
Vimes had never got on with any game much more complex than darts. Chess in particular had always annoyed him. It was the dumb way the pawns went off and slaughtered their fellow pawns while the kings lounged about doing nothing that always got to him; if only the pawns united, maybe talked the rooks around, the whole board could've been a republic in a dozen moves.
Rocking the Classics: English Progressive Rock and the Counterculture by Edward Macan
Modal harmony's importance to progressive rock can only be fully understood when considered in conjunction with the genre's reliance on large-scale structures drawn from symphonic music. On a cultural level, psychedelic music's reliance on modal harmony and its more dissonant extensions can be seen to mirror the counterculture's drug-triggered rebellion against industrial society's conception of chronological time and goal orientation. At the same time, though, progressive rock's adoption of programmatic forms is tacit acknowledgement that some sort of order, however loose, would be necessary after all in order to avoid total incoherence..."
To be fair, I did go to my drum lesson, but I asked Jack to drive me. Opting not to drive is the smart thing, since it lets my back rest and I know that driving will absolutely cause me further pain or tighten things up, however this makes me feel a bit trapped. Not a feeling I am accustomed to.
But so it is, and Jack drove us down to the AFI silver to see Pan's Labyrinth last night. A huge mistake - not because of the film, but because the AFI has some kind of problem wherein they make everyone stand around in an ineffectual line to get into the theater until say, 5 minutes after the movie was supposed to start. By the time we sat down, I was in excruciating pain. Fortunately the seats are quite roomy and comfortable. The film is one of those that had to sink in a bit until I really liked it, and it was colored slightly by my mood at the time, but I did enjoy it. I thought some scenes were unnecessarily brutal, and apparently I was in the powder room for the most brutal scene. Not that I thought that the brutality should not come across, but more like... why was X particular scene so long? We got the idea, really. I had to leave right after the movie. It was a low point in my weekend. I was disappointed immensely that just going out to see a movie was painful.
Last night I had a dream that Chach kicked me out of the band.
Highlights:
Wonderfalls, season one and only: It had its bad episodes, but overall a gem. I am particularly fond of Lee Pace as the brother. 42 Up: What can I say? the anglophile and sociologist in me is titillated.
Did some reading this weekend too. Excerpts:
Thud! by Terry Pratchett
Vimes had never got on with any game much more complex than darts. Chess in particular had always annoyed him. It was the dumb way the pawns went off and slaughtered their fellow pawns while the kings lounged about doing nothing that always got to him; if only the pawns united, maybe talked the rooks around, the whole board could've been a republic in a dozen moves.
Rocking the Classics: English Progressive Rock and the Counterculture by Edward Macan
Modal harmony's importance to progressive rock can only be fully understood when considered in conjunction with the genre's reliance on large-scale structures drawn from symphonic music. On a cultural level, psychedelic music's reliance on modal harmony and its more dissonant extensions can be seen to mirror the counterculture's drug-triggered rebellion against industrial society's conception of chronological time and goal orientation. At the same time, though, progressive rock's adoption of programmatic forms is tacit acknowledgement that some sort of order, however loose, would be necessary after all in order to avoid total incoherence..."
To be fair, I did go to my drum lesson, but I asked Jack to drive me. Opting not to drive is the smart thing, since it lets my back rest and I know that driving will absolutely cause me further pain or tighten things up, however this makes me feel a bit trapped. Not a feeling I am accustomed to.
But so it is, and Jack drove us down to the AFI silver to see Pan's Labyrinth last night. A huge mistake - not because of the film, but because the AFI has some kind of problem wherein they make everyone stand around in an ineffectual line to get into the theater until say, 5 minutes after the movie was supposed to start. By the time we sat down, I was in excruciating pain. Fortunately the seats are quite roomy and comfortable. The film is one of those that had to sink in a bit until I really liked it, and it was colored slightly by my mood at the time, but I did enjoy it. I thought some scenes were unnecessarily brutal, and apparently I was in the powder room for the most brutal scene. Not that I thought that the brutality should not come across, but more like... why was X particular scene so long? We got the idea, really. I had to leave right after the movie. It was a low point in my weekend. I was disappointed immensely that just going out to see a movie was painful.
Last night I had a dream that Chach kicked me out of the band.