blatherings

blatherings
the shallow side

I picked up the latest Lowest of the Low cd. I’m (and I really hate to say this) disappointed. This is difficult for me. Lowest of the Low is one of those bands that effected my life. Intelligent lyrics, great guitar, smart rock and roll. I saw them live at a bar I worked at and was entranced. And then the guitarist spoke to me after the show and let me tell you - slush panties. I see them when they come to Edmonton and they put on a good show. Live, they rock. But there are always songs on their albums that are so-so. The guitarist doesn’t sing very well. Neat songs but his voice is a little weak. And for this album, well, only one of the songs is particularly catchy - its called The Last Recidivist. Gotta love a band that uses words I need to look up.

For the rest of the songs, they’re either boring or well, lame. Too many songs about addiction or references to it in general. Yes, I’ve noticed the singer always wears long sleeves. Yes, I know what means. Sure, I recognize not all drug use is fun. But I have Nancy Regan if I want to have that foisted on me. I want this band to refer to bands and books, talk about dealing with a society that doesn’t want us to be smart and how do you live your life ina world that wants you to fit into a small slot. And I want that with catchy lyrics and heavy guitars. This disk sounds like they’re trying to be Elvis Costello and sound more like the Hip.

This being said, I’ll keep seeing them live and keep buying their albums. I hate the sort of person who won’t let a band evolve. I don’t want to be that sort of person. But I doubt this is an album that will grow on me.
1.2.05 06:17


Fascinating.

What did people look for last month, you may be asking yourself, that brought them here... Well, aside from the bzillion who wanted to know about Lois Hole and the Suncor plant fire, there was “what does ramraid mean” which was my damn question. And thanks to pog for the answer. But there was also “bedlam greg hollingshead” and I hope whomever was jealous that I get to see Greg for 3 hours each week. And both “easily amusing blatherings” and “the strangest thing happened last night” neither of which I have ever thought about typing into a search engine. Thanks for expanding my horizons. The one that most makes me tilt my head to the side and blink rapidly is “ontario sex cyber niagara” There’s a cyber Niagara? Does it have the same waterfalls and haunted houses? You people are crazy. Feel free to defend yourselves.
1.2.05 20:23


What is this "learning"?

So in ballet, the instructor has this crazy idea that she’ll teach us something one week and then the next week, we’ll “add on” to that “knowledge” in some crazy hope of teaching us how to dance.  If you saw the bruise on my arm from running into the barre, you would understand how hopeless this is going to be for me.  It’s tough, just as I start to figure out what I’m doing, she adds more, increasing the challenge.  Still, a tonne of fun was had.  I’m so happy when I finish that class, although very aware of how little I hear music. Even when she counts us in, half the time I don’t know when to start.  What exactly am I supposed to be following?  Sigh.  Why do I get such pleasure from things I suck so profoundly at?  I love to sing – loud, and happily.  Just flat and with little regard to key.  But I love it. C and I were talking today about it – she too loves singing and can’t.  Her hubby to be was amused by my descriptions of my “skills” when it comes to dancing.  I figure so long as I’m having fun and trying, that’s all I need. 
2.2.05 10:04


If I can't sleep, then I'll work... until I blog

Walking home today I slipped on some ice.  I wasn’t hurt particularly, only now my neck is sore and I’m developing a massive bruise on my ass.  Definitely one of those times when you want to ask yourself “What would Brian Boitano do?”  Oh wait, he wouldn’t have slipped on the damn ice.


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Tonight, I learned how to play poker.  I’ve never really sat down (I wasn’t very good at the sitting part tonight) to learn.  I’m not bad, but I am easily bored so as the night went on I became more wild with the money – we each put in 5 bucks and then spent the money on pizza.


 


It was a fun night, although with the weather and S going off to spy school for a week, it would have been nice to stay home and snuggle.  Oh well, time enough for that when he comes back.  You know, assuming sharks don’t eat him.
5.2.05 14:09


my brain is mean to me.

So, I was all set to sleep, tired early and snuggled myself into bed when I remembered I had to send an e-mail tonight. It wasn't a particularly gentle nudge my brain gave me. It felt as though the bed shifted three inches t the right and my heart started pounding. Even if I had I wanted to just fall back asleep, there was no way I could.

And of course, now that its all done, I’m wide awake.

well, perhaps I just stay up for a while and be productive.
7.2.05 07:57


Stolen

Found this on Arty Farty and like it. So, get to to it folks.

Recommend to me:
1. a movie
2. a book
3. a musical artist, song or album
4. a blogger who i don't have on my favourites list
5. what i should have for dinner
6. a website
7. a quote
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7.2.05 21:25


ACK!

Ohmigod! I was just looking at what people have searched for, and one of the phrases is Ken Klukas - he's my high school German teacher with whom I've been massively infatuated with since I was 15. Was it him? Does he do ego-googles? Was he the anonymous person who commented earlier? My heart is pounding.

Come little bloggers, gather ‘round your ol’ Auntie devon and she’ll tell you a story... one of arranging to have coffee with a man she idolized since the very first time she met him... one of being so excited about being able to have coffee (well, iced tea and coke) for hours (!) while talking about literature and life and yet NEVER touching on anything personal. Because of him I made another stab at reading Harding and Dickens. Did I mention this is a man who speaks multiple languages, plays (I believe) multiple instruments, can sing and can quote passages from his favourite books. I come from a generation where quoting Monty Python is fucking cool. While we were talking, a few of his students came up to chat with him (because he is that kind of teacher) and I flashed back to when I was in high school. Whenever we saw him with a woman we would totally pounce on it - were they dating? Having sex? Was he in a better mood when he came in the next day? And I kept wondering if these students did the same thing, only with me as the woman. Too strange.

I know very little about this man, ultimately. He’s Catholic, has a good relationship with his family and mother, has at least one older sister who was popular in high school. It was listening to him describe his experiences at the U of A that helped seal my decision to study here.

Like there is any chance I will sleep tonight!
7.2.05 21:42


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