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Hope you guys all liked my last entry and its well-planned end! I have to pay for my internet here at the International Guest House and I always try to cut it close and finish up before my time runs out, which often as not doesn't really work (they had the same system at the Gershwin and I lost an entry trying to that; I'm surprised that this last one posted at all). But what can you do.
So.
Track 8 on "Elephant" is either an obscure Hendrix cover, or Jack White is a motherfucking grade A geniusssss and I should marry him. CRAPPIN' A. The White Stripes make me feel so tingly inside, and this is my first time listening to the album. The first time is not always the best, and in fact is sometimes the worst, but I recall the first time I heard Fiona Apple's "Across the Universe" on the radio, and I was like WHAT??! First time I listened to Alkaline Trio s/t, and I was at work and fell in love with LIFE and went outside and wrote a bunch of poems at lunch and just listened to the CD on repeat for the rest of the day (not a big habit with me). The first time I heard Track 11, in the car in the dark in Reno with Shona, and I couldn't talk afterwards. This is my first time with "Elephant" and it's feeling kinda like that, and I'm not even really paying attention.
Ahhh.
I'm kind of fucked re: Jonathan Richman & Northampton, but unless something drastic happens I'm going anyways. I've done my homework and can't buy a ticket online. I looked up hotels and the cheapest room I can find online is like $110 [ay]. I thought, well maybe I can just get on a bus and be on the bus all night; except the station closes at 6 pm. Right. I'll figure something out, though. Diznammit. I'm really more worried about what am I going to do with my suitcase tomorrow between check-out (11 am) and my bus (3 or so). I wannoo go wandering, but not dragging that bitch along.
Today was my day of the dead. Visited the oldest graveyard in Boston, dating back to the mid 1600s. Much more importantly, visited the New England Holocaust Memorial, which is incredible. Not a crier. Cried. Beautiful, effective, elegant, and brutal. Everything a memorial should be (except located in a traffic island with lots of random Bostonites just walking through it cos it's in their path). Also spent time in two very old churches, prayed for grace, and requested of one congregation that they remember me and my friends in their prayers and ask for peace, happiness, and productivity. :] That means all you guys, too.
Walked around forever, narrowly avoided TSS, made my feet hurt a lot, fell in love with Boston some more. Also wrote well over 400 words that I cannot post but are good stuff. Running out of time bye!
So.
Track 8 on "Elephant" is either an obscure Hendrix cover, or Jack White is a motherfucking grade A geniusssss and I should marry him. CRAPPIN' A. The White Stripes make me feel so tingly inside, and this is my first time listening to the album. The first time is not always the best, and in fact is sometimes the worst, but I recall the first time I heard Fiona Apple's "Across the Universe" on the radio, and I was like WHAT??! First time I listened to Alkaline Trio s/t, and I was at work and fell in love with LIFE and went outside and wrote a bunch of poems at lunch and just listened to the CD on repeat for the rest of the day (not a big habit with me). The first time I heard Track 11, in the car in the dark in Reno with Shona, and I couldn't talk afterwards. This is my first time with "Elephant" and it's feeling kinda like that, and I'm not even really paying attention.
Ahhh.
I'm kind of fucked re: Jonathan Richman & Northampton, but unless something drastic happens I'm going anyways. I've done my homework and can't buy a ticket online. I looked up hotels and the cheapest room I can find online is like $110 [ay]. I thought, well maybe I can just get on a bus and be on the bus all night; except the station closes at 6 pm. Right. I'll figure something out, though. Diznammit. I'm really more worried about what am I going to do with my suitcase tomorrow between check-out (11 am) and my bus (3 or so). I wannoo go wandering, but not dragging that bitch along.
Today was my day of the dead. Visited the oldest graveyard in Boston, dating back to the mid 1600s. Much more importantly, visited the New England Holocaust Memorial, which is incredible. Not a crier. Cried. Beautiful, effective, elegant, and brutal. Everything a memorial should be (except located in a traffic island with lots of random Bostonites just walking through it cos it's in their path). Also spent time in two very old churches, prayed for grace, and requested of one congregation that they remember me and my friends in their prayers and ask for peace, happiness, and productivity. :] That means all you guys, too.
Walked around forever, narrowly avoided TSS, made my feet hurt a lot, fell in love with Boston some more. Also wrote well over 400 words that I cannot post but are good stuff. Running out of time bye!