Bloglet, the gentleman's mock turtle soup -- Moss made it sweeter than myrrh ash and dhoup
I miss Moss the Pirate Maiden.
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09:01:50 PM,Thursday 19 December 2002
I saw Mad Maestro at Costco yesterday for $18. I whipped it up and was running headlong to the cash register until I realized I didn't actually own a Playstation II. Goddamnit.
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01:49:01 PM,Tuesday 17 December 2002
PlatonismElbow: I think Esther. If I called myself Hortense, it would feel like I was putting on airs.
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11:08:51 PM,Monday 16 December 2002
I am about to switch off my computer. I shall be incommunicado until 5:00am Wednesday morning. Good afternoon, me hearties.
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03:02:00 PM,Sunday 8 December 2002
I think all the multifarious and conglomerated evil in the world can be traced back to a single insidious source: Pops concerts.
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09:11:19 AM,Sunday 8 December 2002
Wow. I feel industrious. Everything's packed except my computer, alarm clock, lamp, phone, and a couple spices (they're in the kitchen and I don't want to wake up my roommates to go and get them yet. I think all of the boxes are under fifty pounds, but I'm terrible at hefting stuff... hm. Trust to luck. I figure I'll get to the bus station in enough time so that, even if they're over, I can stuff and tuck and rearrange and {sniff} throw out the inessentials. So. This is my last day in Maryland. My last day with broadband. My last day of total inert slackitude. That's ok. [gratuitous-latin] Omnia tempus habent et suis spatiis transeunt universa sub caelo. [/gratuitous-latin]
My professor gave me a mouthpiece. A wooden one. It's wonderful. It doesn't slice into my lips like the plastic one does, and the tone is much brighter and more secure. Man. I told him I'd pay him for it when I got a job, but he says not to worry about it. He's one cool cat. I'll miss him. He also wants me to take this gig in Utah -- playing for a summer Shakespeare company -- and he actually took the poster down off the bulletin board and gave it to me, like, to flout the competition, I suppose. Yeah, 'cause those cornetto players have got me treed all around, man... Heh. But it sounds fun. I'll look into it. I'm damn happy I got to play in his band.
Speaking of bands, last night I skipped what was probably my nearest chance to ever see Pink Floyd live. It wasn't them, obviously; it was a tribute band, Several Species (Short for "Several Species of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together in a Cave and Grooving with a Pict", of course). I've never really revealed the depths of my former Pink Floyd obsession to you guys because, in truth, it's a little embarrassing. I mean, I own every single dicking one of their albums. I used to sneak downstairs in the middle of the night to watch "Live at Pompeii". I spent the whole of my Freshman psychology class doing nothing but transcribing The Wall, complete, from memory, into my notebook. Drano became my best friend instead of my aggravation after I lent him Atom Heart Mother and he listened to it while we played our first game of inter-modem magic cards. I used to think about them endlessly. I wanted so badly to see them live. Never did. Tonight, I could have gone and seen this eleven-piece group for $15; apparently they were supposed to be pretty amazingly good. I went and bought a book for the bus instead. When I came back, I heard "Comfortably Numb" coming out of the theater. I sang it to my toes as I walked home; they appreciated the sentiment.
I'm looking forward to the bus ride. I really, really like being on buses, for some reason. I just feel free of all responsibility, like there's nothing I should be doing except nibbling on my lunch, reading a book, listening to blogswap CDs, staring out the window... it's bliss. And it's not an interminable state, so I don't even feel guilty for it. And then home to Montana. They'd better have snow. I'll feel so ripped-off if I come home and all the drifts I've been happily plowing through out here are nowhere to be found. I'm looking forward to seeing my parents and my brothers and my nephew and his play and my cat. And I'm even a bit thrilled at the thought of the upcoming job search. I like the idea of being gainfully employed. Again with the lack-of-guilt. I've started searching it out, trying to find a fix of guiltlessness wherever I can scrounge it. It's a seductive emotion.
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06:41:45 AM,Sunday 8 December 2002
Just this. And it's all true, every word of it. {happy, blissed-out sigh} {soft, resigned sigh} {exultant grateful sigh}
(though she didn't mention quite how hysterically freaky the uncanny appearances of the Lincoln town cars were, nor how close Martin came to telling a tourist about the Pooka MacPhellimey, nor how beautiful and perfect the pair of them are altogether.
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11:39:44 PM,Saturday 7 December 2002
I could have sworn Edith Piaf was just about to start singing "Poisoning Pigeons in the Park". But she didn't. Shucks.
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11:25:07 AM,Saturday 7 December 2002
They're playing Peter Rabbit at three in the morning. Why?
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02:45:17 AM,Saturday 7 December 2002
I can't sleep. My sheets smell like Death.
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02:01:49 AM,Saturday 7 December 2002
Ha-ha! Ok, you know how I'm totally in love with Cecilia Bartoli and we're gonna get married and have lots of red-cheeked peasant babies together? Well, check out this report. I have wangled it with Mr. Malibran for a copy of this magnificent CD, in exchange for copies of my Zauberflöte and Cosi Fan Tutte. Woooooo! I CAN'T FREAKING WAIT! You're mine, Cecilia. Allll miiiiiine.
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10:59:24 AM,Friday 6 December 2002
Is it "no rest for the weary" or "no rest for the wicked"? Oh well; I'm both. No rest for me.
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08:28:23 AM,Friday 6 December 2002
This is what I want to do today.
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09:00:31 AM,Thursday 5 December 2002
Peter Schikele chose the cornetto (among other obscure thingies) for the competitive composer-off on Prairie Home Companion! Looooove!
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07:25:24 AM,Thursday 5 December 2002
Zalts im in di oygen, feffer im in di noz!
Trinkn zoln im piavkes!
Oyskrenkn zol er dus mame’s milakh!
Khasene hobn zol er mit di malekh hamoves tokhter!
Zol es im onkumn vos ikh vintsh im (khotsh a helft, khotsh halb, khotsh a tsent kheylik!!)
Man, I love the Yiddish Radio Project.
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07:01:15 AM,Thursday 5 December 2002
What was that? The last transmission came through garbled... dream of forest rills, daffy fonts, and fellatry? Or fellest ills, hierophants, and Ella Daventry? Or ferret forts, Aleph-taffy, and dilly portents? To be on the safe side, I'll try for all of the above.
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03:50:36 AM,Thursday 5 December 2002
Oh, bleak despair -- not more online quiz results! The contagion is spreading... I... can't resist any longer... Lord, have mercy on us. (At least I didn't write this one... feh.)
You are Claudio Monteverdi. You are emotionally expressive, and have much love for what you do. You have great talent and do good work, and are well rewarded for it. You love strongly, and if you lose a loved one you will experience deep grief. You are respected, and you raise standards of anyone whom you effect. You may even become a Priest later in life.
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02:38:43 AM,Thursday 5 December 2002
Don't forget! PBS telecast of Fidelio, day after Christmas Day.
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02:16:43 AM,Thursday 5 December 2002
Difficile lectu mihi mars et jonicu difficile...
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09:41:55 PM,Wednesday 4 December 2002
Firm, mild mangos are better than slurpy, stringy ones.
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05:40:11 AM,Wednesday 4 December 2002
