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Total effyng victory today
Nov. 15th, 2007 10:32 pmI went to work. It was boring but I could breathe and eat. Boring had a lapse at the onset when the parking lot gate crashed onto the roof of my car and broke off its pivot. My car got a scratch, but that's unnoticeable compared to the jack-o-lantern that comprises my driver-side door. That's a good morning! Ahem...
This evening I finally got my mother set up with Skype. She kept insisting she had it working but our VNC session proved something more important: my theory that she never even tried to create a user account was well informed.
I also found an English translation to "The Sun That Will Never Rise", a song by a Japanese band called The Pillows. It can be tricky to find something like this. I am excessively grateful for the dude that took the time to translate.
Ah, so it's time for a plug about something not involving me but I wish it did. My college's radio station, the Harpur Radio Workshop, is having a 24-hour space marathon this weekend.
What is space? Well... it's a couple different things. The station isn't formatted but it does have genre departments. Space became the stuff that clearly wasn't normal -- spoken word albums, John Cage and his followers, people that make Shooby Taylor look sane and people that make music intriguing.
It's also the department for radio-as-event, for mixing the nigh-immiscible into something never before experienced. One of my favorite of such events was the time a guy played the Baltimore Men's Choir singing a military tune while slowly being drowned out by a recording of the ocean. It wasn't obvious at first that this was the point and within about seven minutes the sea had won. I'll never forget it.
So yeah, tune in online from Friday at 7 p.m. until Saturday at 7 p.m. (I think) and enjoy the oddity. If my car weren't in desperate need of hugs and wrenches, I'd be in Binghamton spinning the weirdness.
This evening I finally got my mother set up with Skype. She kept insisting she had it working but our VNC session proved something more important: my theory that she never even tried to create a user account was well informed.
I also found an English translation to "The Sun That Will Never Rise", a song by a Japanese band called The Pillows. It can be tricky to find something like this. I am excessively grateful for the dude that took the time to translate.
Ah, so it's time for a plug about something not involving me but I wish it did. My college's radio station, the Harpur Radio Workshop, is having a 24-hour space marathon this weekend.
What is space? Well... it's a couple different things. The station isn't formatted but it does have genre departments. Space became the stuff that clearly wasn't normal -- spoken word albums, John Cage and his followers, people that make Shooby Taylor look sane and people that make music intriguing.
It's also the department for radio-as-event, for mixing the nigh-immiscible into something never before experienced. One of my favorite of such events was the time a guy played the Baltimore Men's Choir singing a military tune while slowly being drowned out by a recording of the ocean. It wasn't obvious at first that this was the point and within about seven minutes the sea had won. I'll never forget it.
So yeah, tune in online from Friday at 7 p.m. until Saturday at 7 p.m. (I think) and enjoy the oddity. If my car weren't in desperate need of hugs and wrenches, I'd be in Binghamton spinning the weirdness.
