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There are other ways to do this. Try some of them.
    –http://www.boredinsomniac.com/hmltcmplx/

I am not trying nearly enough new things. Hell, I am not really trying anything new here. This is all pretty standard. My life, some of it, my reactions to various things, my experiences, some of them. Throw in the occasional poem, and there you have it, boring as fuck.

I’ve got to get off blogger, and create my own contraption. I like blogger, I love blogger, but I want more control, and I want to do things differently. Hell, I’ve been meaning to experiment with “pure” css layout for months now, and the only things I’ve done have all been for WORK. I have all next week off, but I’m going to be moving. Spending most of the time in the new house. I have no idea if I’ll get around to it, but I’d really like to tackle a blogger-like application. Or rather, a movable type type application, since I will not be allowing others to use my services. I will however, if anyone should eventually care, allow them to use my code.

I also need to take more literary license. This prose stuff is just too boring.

So last night I went to see MUM at the Women’s Theater. In case you’re one of the few people I haven’t already told about MUM, they’re this band I’ve only recently heard one or two songs by. I went so far as to buy a couple of their CDs (new off ebay, of all places), which I have yet to receive in the mail, and the first song I heard of theirs, (which I downloaded from a link on victory shag), I’ve had stuck in my head for about two weeks straight. I described their music today to a friend as complex minimalistic melodies from female Icelandic twin vocalists.

It was MUM’s first show in the United States, and I’m affraid they’re going to turn around and leave after what happened last night. The sound crew (which I presume was the theater’s staff) was just awful, and their first 2 or 3 songs were riddled with feedback and poor mixing. Their Moog never worked, despite various idiots swapping out cords (on stage!) for the duration of at least two songs in the middle of their set.

I felt horribly for the poor lead singers who were both visibly frustrated by the technical difficulties. At one point, one of them was actually wiping tears from under her eyes. (And yet she kept singing and playing!)

Over all, the band’s potential was clear. Their drummer was amazing, the twins played accordion and cello quite well (when we could hear the cello), and all five performers switched instruments between nearly every song. I would even go so far as to say the show was “worth it” despite all the technical problems.

I also enjoyed the fact that most of the beats and “programmed” portions of the music were done on Mac laptops–including one of those new “wide” iBooks that I secretly covet.

Did you know the pledge of allegiance didn’t use to contain the phrase “under god” in it? Recently, the U.S. 9th Circuit Court of Appeals ruled this phrase unconstitutional.

A man in Sacramento named Mike Newdow is responsible for this ruling, and is also suing the USA for several other things related to separation of church and state.

All I’ve got to say about this stuff: It’s about fucking time.

Another of this guy’s suits has to do with prayers at the Presidential Inauguration ceremony.

Searching for this guy brought up the site http://www.au.org/, or Americans United for the Separation of Church and State. That’s where I found out about the court ruling. I’ve got a lot more reading to do…

What’s it mean when you wake up nauseous in the morning? I’m not pregnant, so that’s not it. I think I’m not getting enough sleep. I guess that’s probably because saturday night was spent playing warcraft3 until the light was seeping in the windows.

Uplate: Last night I just couldn’t sleep (big suprise there, I didn’t wake up till 2:00pm on sunday), so I spent it reading the new wired, cover to cover. They’ve changed some things around in there, and I’m not convinced yet that it’s for the best.

I have the capacity to do nothing but whine and complain. Where did this come from? Laura said the other day she think she’s rubbing off on me, and that’s what it is. Earlier this week I just thought I was depressed… I have another theory: MY JOB IS SUCKING MY WILL TO LIVE.

But then again, maybe I’m just being a drama queen.

Update: On a related note, along with this general life-dissatisfaction, I have also lost all interest in science, arts, and politics. In general, anything not directly and immediately effecting my being. For instance, when I get a new magazine in the mail, I try and spend at least an hour pouring over it, when I get the chance. This week, I have a new wired in my backpack, and it’s sat there, unread, for several days now.

Update to my update: I never had any interest in politics. To have suggested I did was a lie.

boy, my archives were all f’d up when I looked today… I’d just like to take this moment to complain some more about blogger.

In other news, I’ve got this mum song stuck in my head, so I’m ordering the album from ebay. (Thanks a lot victory shag.) I also found out they’re going to be here next wed, so I’m going to try and catch that.

Now I’ve got a parade to get to.

*tap tap*

Is this thing on?

Last night I wasn’t able to publish.

On monday I got a call at work from a stranger. Stranger still, that person was from Drive 105, and they gave me a pair of tickets to see Moby tonight at the Roy Wilkins in St. Paul. Needless to say, that’s where I’m headed.

Today, the entire city is a black-lagoon. I am merely one scaly creature, slithering my way down Interstate 394. The sky is some kind of oppressive black curtain that doesn’t quite touch the white fuzzy line of the horizon.

But somehow this has only served to brighten my spirits. Either that, or the pendulum of my manic-depression has swooshed onto the manic end of the spectrum–and I’m just at the mercy of various self-created brain-altering chemicals tinting this ugly day a brighter shade of pleasant…

Either way, it’s a good day, but still too early.

I got a parking ticket this morning.
My eyes are sticky-rice and Tabasco sauce.
Things are moving in slow-mo.

Broken English is only one reminder
that we are a diverse and interesting populous.

I have no original thoughts.
I am crushed in a swamp
of self-deprecating desolation.