Tuesday, July 16
i've spent the last two hours, almost, reading through old entries (pretty much all of october and november.) it reminds me, over and over, how great life is, how intense and action-packed my days are at swat, and how much i like myself and surprise myself it really is a great memory tool - i can recapture nuances of experiences so clearly because of even a single word.
the purposes of this indulgence were researching some specifics of rebecca's phone comment that i have unusual relationships with a lot of people (and a few in particular), and trying to find examples to back up my pending response to ben's (likewise amusing) comment on my last post. evidence in both cases was mostly unconvincing.
to ben: i think the punchy, jive-talkin' voice is fairly well established in my written canon; popping up particularly in e-mails when i get in a certain mood. it may not manifest on this site much, but reading through the entry again i don't think it's that much of a disjunct. (certainly circuitous semi-narratives like that are the norm, if not so much rambles down mem'ry lane - but i liked that, and i might do more)
as far as what i've been smoking: well, actually i inhaled a fair number of lead fumes today. i spent most of the afternoon soldering cables with dan and nick. a fun combination of meticulous precision and 650-degree heat. and lead fumes. music chat rampant: Nick and I compared Beta Band live experiences, he told me about the Quannum projects crew, dan and I laughed about nu blaxplotiation.
later on we spliced vocal takes and did a rough mix of a song of Brandon's, a pretty 'wrist-slitting ballad' (his description) called "Counting the Paces." watched Pleasantville on TV. life goes off.
Rufus Wainwright, in my head all day, once again, and then Rupture-Dynamics. it's late, but I really want to read some of the Chabon, so downstairs I go again.
when i get back
i will dream in barnes and nobles
you turn me on you turn me on
the purposes of this indulgence were researching some specifics of rebecca's phone comment that i have unusual relationships with a lot of people (and a few in particular), and trying to find examples to back up my pending response to ben's (likewise amusing) comment on my last post. evidence in both cases was mostly unconvincing.
to ben: i think the punchy, jive-talkin' voice is fairly well established in my written canon; popping up particularly in e-mails when i get in a certain mood. it may not manifest on this site much, but reading through the entry again i don't think it's that much of a disjunct. (certainly circuitous semi-narratives like that are the norm, if not so much rambles down mem'ry lane - but i liked that, and i might do more)
as far as what i've been smoking: well, actually i inhaled a fair number of lead fumes today. i spent most of the afternoon soldering cables with dan and nick. a fun combination of meticulous precision and 650-degree heat. and lead fumes. music chat rampant: Nick and I compared Beta Band live experiences, he told me about the Quannum projects crew, dan and I laughed about nu blaxplotiation.
later on we spliced vocal takes and did a rough mix of a song of Brandon's, a pretty 'wrist-slitting ballad' (his description) called "Counting the Paces." watched Pleasantville on TV. life goes off.
Rufus Wainwright, in my head all day, once again, and then Rupture-Dynamics. it's late, but I really want to read some of the Chabon, so downstairs I go again.
when i get back
i will dream in barnes and nobles
you turn me on you turn me on
