And we are criminals that never broke no laws
I have an ear infection in both ears. I'm on my second antibiotic for it. The first one . . . didn't help. I haven't been sleeping much.
I fell asleep this afternoon, after getting back from the doctor's. I think I had a dream influenced by Jeff VanderMeer's Southern Reach: I dreamed that our plumbing broke and the living room flooded with a thin sheen of clear water, but it was a permeable place in the world. From certain angles, the flooded room looked through to a huge swamp of black water and pines, with the sun just beginning to slide out of afternoon into sunset. It was always the same time of day in the swamp, no matter the time in our house. Not much happened. It didn't need to.
1. About a verse into "Once in a Lifetime," during last night's screening of Stop Making Sense (1984) at the Somerville, I leaned over and said to
rushthatspeaks, "I had forgotten how much of this concert is David Byrne being hot while dressed unflatteringly and/or possessed."
I stand by this assessment. Also, that film is even better in 35 mm.
2. I discovered she speaks in tongues with their debut EP gloria, GUITAR (2014). It's an amazing collage of reinterpretations, mash-ups, and breakdowns, drawing from source materials as diverse as Bessie Smith's "Saint Louis Blues," Patti Smith's "Gloria," Kate Bush's "Cloudbusting," and the theme from Reading Rainbow. None of it is ever quite a straight cover, but it's a very conscious exploration of women's voices in rock and roll and it works brilliantly, as well as being a lot of fun to listen to.
Also discovered by random Bandcamping: Stick in the Wheel. I downloaded their free EP Cuts (2014), but Bones has the really stellar Tom o' Bedlam with all the verses.
3. I am much more ambivalent about The Secret History's Americans Singing in the Dark (2013) than I was about either of their previous releases, The World That Never Was (2010) or Desolation Town (2008), but I really like "Eleanor (The City & Sea)." It feels like an
ashlyme soundtrack.
This city never liked me—I blow about like trash
Between the pillars of salt and the piles of ash
4. Aleister Crowley, wickedest man in the world? Debatable, but he did write some terrible tentacle porn.
5. There are many blistering takedowns of John C. Wright, but this one is
popelizbet's. Do not make specious generalizations about law where a lawyer can hear you. Or say any of those things, really.
P.S. Annemarie Schwarzenbach. Always.
I fell asleep this afternoon, after getting back from the doctor's. I think I had a dream influenced by Jeff VanderMeer's Southern Reach: I dreamed that our plumbing broke and the living room flooded with a thin sheen of clear water, but it was a permeable place in the world. From certain angles, the flooded room looked through to a huge swamp of black water and pines, with the sun just beginning to slide out of afternoon into sunset. It was always the same time of day in the swamp, no matter the time in our house. Not much happened. It didn't need to.
1. About a verse into "Once in a Lifetime," during last night's screening of Stop Making Sense (1984) at the Somerville, I leaned over and said to
I stand by this assessment. Also, that film is even better in 35 mm.
2. I discovered she speaks in tongues with their debut EP gloria, GUITAR (2014). It's an amazing collage of reinterpretations, mash-ups, and breakdowns, drawing from source materials as diverse as Bessie Smith's "Saint Louis Blues," Patti Smith's "Gloria," Kate Bush's "Cloudbusting," and the theme from Reading Rainbow. None of it is ever quite a straight cover, but it's a very conscious exploration of women's voices in rock and roll and it works brilliantly, as well as being a lot of fun to listen to.
Also discovered by random Bandcamping: Stick in the Wheel. I downloaded their free EP Cuts (2014), but Bones has the really stellar Tom o' Bedlam with all the verses.
3. I am much more ambivalent about The Secret History's Americans Singing in the Dark (2013) than I was about either of their previous releases, The World That Never Was (2010) or Desolation Town (2008), but I really like "Eleanor (The City & Sea)." It feels like an
This city never liked me—I blow about like trash
Between the pillars of salt and the piles of ash
4. Aleister Crowley, wickedest man in the world? Debatable, but he did write some terrible tentacle porn.
5. There are many blistering takedowns of John C. Wright, but this one is
P.S. Annemarie Schwarzenbach. Always.

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If you ever find it, tell me!
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I hope they publish it all
I want public readings
I want them to film it and show it every Christmas
omg
utterly delighted
that is all
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I love you so much.
THE RED LIPS OF THE OCTOPUS.
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unless he is even more confused about octopi than seems really possible
which, I mean, this is Aleister Crowley, so
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GO FOR IT.
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Thank you so much for all the music today. I have rediscovered that I enjoy listening to music (that seems to have been another thing the escitalopram took from me.)
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I loved Annihilation; I am two-thirds of the way through Authority, which is an entirely different kind of book. Unless it collapses disastrously in the last third, I will look eagerly forward to Acceptance. And, yes. Very much your sort of strangescape.
Thank you so much for all the music today. I have rediscovered that I enjoy listening to music (that seems to have been another thing the escitalopram took from me.)
You're very welcome. I'm glad you have music back. It sounds like a very tough time on the SSRIs.
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Generations died without knowing of its greatness.
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I definitely will check out that EP by she speaks in tongues.
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Absolutely. It would also make an excellent title for a poem.
I definitely will check out that EP by she speaks in tongues.
Enjoy! I think you in particular would like it.
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Truly mad. Awesome.
Nine
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I thought at once of you.
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Please do not give me medical advice unless I ask for it. I am not being treated with oral antibiotics in any case.
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What the hell, Aleister? Thank God he never collaborated with HPL. This was hilarious, and it made William McGonagall *almost* look good.
Oh, Schwarzenbach was beautiful. I read up on her just now - what a pity there don't seem to be English translations of her work, or a biography. I came away despising her mother.
It's always good to see someone laying into Campbell. I can only read so much of his bullshit before my eyes become soiled.
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I'm so glad! 2014 has been a good year for music so far.
Thank God he never collaborated with HPL.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh.
(You know someone's going to write the fic.)
I read up on her just now - what a pity there don't seem to be English translations of her work, or a biography.
There are some! Seagull Books, blessings forever upon them, seem to have either published or reprinted Death in Persia, Lyric Novella, and All the Roads Are Open. Want!
I came away despising her mother.
Just the details about the end of her life. Never keep people from their loved ones. There's so little time in a life: don't waste it for anyone.
I can only read so much of his bullshit before my eyes become soiled.
Sticks and stones can break your bones, but words are a fucking health hazard.
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(But K2?!?!!)
1. That...is absolutely awful. I'm so sorry.
(Yes, I know I didn't give it to you.)
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(I had actually no idea he was a climber. Totally not part of his image.)
That...is absolutely awful. I'm so sorry.
(Yes, I know I didn't give it to you.)
*hugs*
Sympathy still appreciated. At least I have a topical anesthetic as of yesterday afternoon, so I was able to sleep last night for the first time since about Wednesday. It's so much of an improvement, truly.
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Between the pillars of salt and the piles of ash is a great line.
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I should try it more often! Usually I find music through reviews, recommendations, or random mentions in the newspaper.
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Many sympathies on the ear infections. I had a similar thing several years ago, complete with the first antibiotic not working. I hope the second one they gave you is less of a sledgehammer than the one I got.
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Oh, cool. My only experience of his prose writing is The Bicycle Diaries, which produced the unexpected realization that the voice in which he narrates True Stories is apparently the way he really sounds.
I hope the second one they gave you is less of a sledgehammer than the one I got.
I'm putting acetic acid in my ears four times a day. Waiting to see if it helps! The infections no longer seem to be worsening, at least. Saturday was unendurable.