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I saw Skinny Puppy on Saturday, with my friends 23chao5 and rhealyn, and a third friend who is better for not having a livejournal. It was fucking awesome. SO MANY HORKS. But they're the goth horks, who wear platform boots instead of Timberlands, and mesh instead of khaki, and they have really long goatees instead of short ones. And industrial goggles instead of Oakleys. But they're horks, nonetheless.
The show was amazing. They're so cheesy, un-self-conscious, sincere, and dark, which most of the music I've discovered since highschool isn't, but this summer I got really, really into them. What I mean is this: one of my favorite songs from their new album starts out with a heavy burst of industrial beat and then Ogre sings in his fake British accent (you're from Vancouver, you fuck), "I am a god/ I am a faceless warrior." That's some serious shit.
Yet, they appeal to me more than they did even in highschool.
They played "Hexonxonx" and "Worlock," two of my favorite Skinny Puppy songs, and the former, instead of Exxon like it was originally about, was about Halliburton. BURN.
But seriously, it fucking ruled, even though I don't usually go in for songs about the president. (NEVER FORGET)
It was really great to meet rhealyn after having first talked to her online when I was in 8th grade. It was also amazingly wonderful to bond with Pablo and Brian, who are exactly the people I hoped to meet in college, and it's taken me this long.
I kept wanting to update the last few weeks, but not doing it. I especially wanted the "music" section to list Castanets, who are sort of new and have some pretty good songs in the vein of creepy swampy strummy Bonnie Prince Billy/Iron and Wine stuff. But I didn't.
Also, a couple weeks ago there was a headline I saved from cnn.com: Exhumed skull tested for Mozart's DNA Thursday, November 4, 2004 Posted: 10:39 AM EST (1539 GMT)
My first thought was, "This could answer the age-old question: was Mozart into skullfucking?" (LOL)
Finally, I was in the bookstore a few weeks ago and this book was sitting on the counter:
This guy who works there, and has a beard that make him look 19th-century, looked at it, and said "That's a rather big book about pie. It's almost as big as a pie." At that moment I achieved nirvana.
Probably as a result of my realization that college learning is stupid (OMG KANYE WEST HERE I COME) and that I'm not really satisfied with it, I keep wanting to take a more active role in my edumacation. I'm doing an archaeology paper on the Serpent Mound in Ohio, so I'm going to go there and check it out. I've always wanted to go there anyway. I'm doing a paper for Terrorism (POLI SCIIII) on Ecoterrorism and the Unabomber, so I'm trying to figure out how to write to the Unabomber. Apparently he likes getting letters. And he's in a big jail and can't get bomb making stuff. And all he'll have of mine is a PO box in rural Ohio. And a bomb probably wouldn't fit in it.
Interesting things about the unabomber: The media said he was a smelly, crazy, paranoid schizophrenic wildman who lived in a shack in the middle of nowhere. In reality he was a Harvard-educated guy with a graduate degree, the area he lived in was suburban by Montana standards and was in no way unusual in that area, and neither was his lack of bathing-- plenty of mountain guys don't bathe much in the winter (and neither do I), and all the psych tests done during his trial said he did not look like someone with mental illness, especially paranoia or schizophrenia. Most of the arguments, in court and the media, for his insanity were 1. his outlandish ideas and 2. the fact that he chose to live in the woods without electricity. He had nice clothes and when he went out he cleaned up very nicely, hence the professor look he has in many of his post-mugshot pictures.
Also, the book where I read all this (Harvard and the Unabomber) makes it extremely clear how incredibly fucked up and horrible his deeds were. One of the things I'm saying in my paper is that he himself was very dehumanized and removed from the murders he committed, and he was able to do that because of the technological society that he hates so much. You don't just read what his bombs did to people, you read what their families thought, what they had been doing right before they opened the package, how their kids were right there, etcetera. Good god.
Sorry this entry turned dark. Dark like my soul.
The show was amazing. They're so cheesy, un-self-conscious, sincere, and dark, which most of the music I've discovered since highschool isn't, but this summer I got really, really into them. What I mean is this: one of my favorite songs from their new album starts out with a heavy burst of industrial beat and then Ogre sings in his fake British accent (you're from Vancouver, you fuck), "I am a god/ I am a faceless warrior." That's some serious shit.
Yet, they appeal to me more than they did even in highschool.
They played "Hexonxonx" and "Worlock," two of my favorite Skinny Puppy songs, and the former, instead of Exxon like it was originally about, was about Halliburton. BURN.
But seriously, it fucking ruled, even though I don't usually go in for songs about the president. (NEVER FORGET)
It was really great to meet rhealyn after having first talked to her online when I was in 8th grade. It was also amazingly wonderful to bond with Pablo and Brian, who are exactly the people I hoped to meet in college, and it's taken me this long.
I kept wanting to update the last few weeks, but not doing it. I especially wanted the "music" section to list Castanets, who are sort of new and have some pretty good songs in the vein of creepy swampy strummy Bonnie Prince Billy/Iron and Wine stuff. But I didn't.
Also, a couple weeks ago there was a headline I saved from cnn.com: Exhumed skull tested for Mozart's DNA Thursday, November 4, 2004 Posted: 10:39 AM EST (1539 GMT)
My first thought was, "This could answer the age-old question: was Mozart into skullfucking?" (LOL)
Finally, I was in the bookstore a few weeks ago and this book was sitting on the counter:
This guy who works there, and has a beard that make him look 19th-century, looked at it, and said "That's a rather big book about pie. It's almost as big as a pie." At that moment I achieved nirvana.
Probably as a result of my realization that college learning is stupid (OMG KANYE WEST HERE I COME) and that I'm not really satisfied with it, I keep wanting to take a more active role in my edumacation. I'm doing an archaeology paper on the Serpent Mound in Ohio, so I'm going to go there and check it out. I've always wanted to go there anyway. I'm doing a paper for Terrorism (POLI SCIIII) on Ecoterrorism and the Unabomber, so I'm trying to figure out how to write to the Unabomber. Apparently he likes getting letters. And he's in a big jail and can't get bomb making stuff. And all he'll have of mine is a PO box in rural Ohio. And a bomb probably wouldn't fit in it.
Interesting things about the unabomber: The media said he was a smelly, crazy, paranoid schizophrenic wildman who lived in a shack in the middle of nowhere. In reality he was a Harvard-educated guy with a graduate degree, the area he lived in was suburban by Montana standards and was in no way unusual in that area, and neither was his lack of bathing-- plenty of mountain guys don't bathe much in the winter (and neither do I), and all the psych tests done during his trial said he did not look like someone with mental illness, especially paranoia or schizophrenia. Most of the arguments, in court and the media, for his insanity were 1. his outlandish ideas and 2. the fact that he chose to live in the woods without electricity. He had nice clothes and when he went out he cleaned up very nicely, hence the professor look he has in many of his post-mugshot pictures.
Also, the book where I read all this (Harvard and the Unabomber) makes it extremely clear how incredibly fucked up and horrible his deeds were. One of the things I'm saying in my paper is that he himself was very dehumanized and removed from the murders he committed, and he was able to do that because of the technological society that he hates so much. You don't just read what his bombs did to people, you read what their families thought, what they had been doing right before they opened the package, how their kids were right there, etcetera. Good god.
Sorry this entry turned dark. Dark like my soul.