September 26th, 2006

bear by san

"You are in a maze of twisted Biblical passages, all alike."

via ladegard

Deconstructing "The Rainbow Connection." 

Ia! Ia!




via gannet, more complete a. afarensis unearthed.



I was just about to climb into the shower this morning when the doorbell buzzer buzzed. Now, I dunno about you, but there are things that I generally do not take into the shower with me, and one of them is my clothes.

The door my doorbell buzzer buzzes for is down two flights of stairs, and I could hear the unmistakable rumble of a UPS truck from the street, so I hit the entry thingy, found my almost-never-used bathrobe, clawed it out from under the bed, slithered into it, grabbed my keys, and--since the delivery guys always wait downstairs--girded my loins (literally) for an embarrassing trot downstairs.

And what to my wondering eyes should appear beyond the corridor fire door than... the cutest delivery guy in the history of delivery guys. Fortyish, British accent, streaky little bangs, eye crinkles, sunglasses, kind of a beaky nose.

The eye crinkles kill me. I would date Satan Himself if he had good eye crinkles.

I stammered some sort of profoundly flustered apology about his perfect timing and he grinned at me and I signed and he went on his way, leaving me foolishly clutching my package, so to speak, with my hair all in disarray and my chubby ankles chilling.

He must be used to it, I'm sure.

But I swear the last time I saw this movie, in ended differently....


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bear by san

Forget the hearse, because I'll never die.

Is Google laboring under a DoS attack this morning, or is it just borked?

ETA: Turns out somebody at Comcast broked something. It's fixed now. For this, I pay them.

take out garbage
wash dishes
eat food
clean kitchen
clean bathroom
sort laundry
wash laundry
fold laundry
exercise
shower
greet delivery guy half-naked

finish reading and commenting on Thirdhop Scarp
make tea
find cat's glitterball in washing machine with laundry
finish reading and commenting on The Fox
start reading Undertow
go to the bank
back up hard drive
slush
make mix for Sarah

Grocery List of things I forgot to buy yesterday
Dish soap
sticky rice
toilet paper
q-tips
Sweet Cider
bread


Oh, and I found the cure for the earworm that dare not speak its name.

NOTHING can stand before the might of Hayseed Dixie.

ETA Proof. You don't actually have to watch the fan video; link is for the music.

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bear by san

and touch the head of dying dogs. and make them linger.

So, in the past seven years, I have moved cross-country four times. The upshot of this is that I sensibly ripped much of my music to my computer and put my CDs into storage.

I like music. Both of my parents have musical leanings. (I? Do not. But I am a listener of a developed aesthetic and catholic tastes.) So. I have a lot of music on this computer. As some of you may have noticed. Something over forty gigs of it. (iTunes informs me that it's a little over 28 days' worth of sound files.)

The problem with this is that sometimes things get lost in the shuffle. Or I get stuck in ruts. And I have a bunch of stuff on cassette tape, slowly moldering away, which I am in some cases trying to replace as time and money permit. (Or downloading, for that matter. I paid for the license once, after all. It's mine. Which reminds me, I need to do something about the Alice Cooper situation around here, because I really need to hear "Zorro's Ascent.")

So, for example, you get the situations where I suddenly remember, after not actually having listened to anything except the single of *"I'm Afraid Of Americans" for something like four years, that I really like David Bowie.

Music is also important to my creativity. I often get an entire story out of an image from a song, and ofttimes the story has nothing to do with the song. (Witness, "The Chains That You Refuse.") I also use the music shuffle to jar my brain loose when it's stuck, such as some writers will use Tarot cards to suggest plot.

Anyway, I *do* get in ruts. Exacerbated by my tendency to make playlists of certain types of music--"Whiny Boys with Guitars," being a notable example. (It also contains Whiny Girls with Keyboards.)--or soundtracks for books.

And in an attempt to shake the rut, I sometimes put the entire music library on shuffle--which can be entertaining, because you get really odd juxtapositions, and there are a bunch of .wav file clips from movies moldering in the back of my hard drive, so every so often your blues is punctuated by Viggo Mortensen saying "God is love. And I don't love you."

...Hey, whatever works, right?

Anyway, another technique that sometimes produces even better results is to pick a word or a letter, and start the old music engine churning along an alphabetical playlist. (I have 64 songs, iTunes informs me, that have the string "danc" in them somewhere.)

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What's interesting about that, of course, is what's *not* on it. Because I have a ton of stuff that somehow just doesn't fall into that part of the alphabet. Like, only one Fleetwood Mac song, though I have their entire discography between Bare Trees and The Dance. Including the crappy ones.

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And here I have at least as much Peter Mulvey and Joni Mitchell as I do Jimmy Buffett, but it's Buffett getting all the billing. (Joni also lists her version of the song of hers that *is* covered on this list as "The Ballad of the Sun and Moon." La.)

Anyway, doing this kind of thing helps me free-associate, create, come up with unexpected things. I allow the music to influence my thought process, and so I can control the ways in which is does influence it--either by feeding it something appropriate to the direction in which I want it to free-associate (Enigma is good for creepy sex scenes and black magic, for example), or by letting it spark any kind of idea at all.

Also?

Refrigerator poetry.

I am not kidding.

Also, for those of you who are always trying to pimp me on music? Now you know that I mean it when I tell you I can't afford to fall in love with any more bands. And why, when you send me stuff, I never get around to listening to it. It's not you; it's that I can't manage the music collection I have.

La.



...we move like badgers on vaseline.

...oh, shit, he's back.

*cranks up "Whole Lotta Rosie" in self-defense*


*It's on my workout mix

  • Current Music
    Enigma - Back To The Rivers Of Belief (Way To Eternety - Hallelujah - The Rivers Of Belief)
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bear by san

Play something sweet, play something mellow....

ashacat and netcurmudgeon took me out shooting tonight; my birthday present was arrows with interchangeable points so that we can take them on the video dart range.

I am still so happy with my new bow that I could dance a happy dance every time I wind up at the archery range.

In other news, there are no bad Three Dog Night songs.

And now I should read some more of Sherwood's book, because I have been avoidant all day. And I have, you know, work.
  • Current Music
    Kenny Loggins - I'm Alright
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