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greygirlbeastTook the "Break in Case of Emergency" pill this morning at five ayem, that tricksy gem in my prescription pharmacoepia, that I so very rarely touch. Because it hits within mere minutes, and it hits like a freight train (the passenger sort would only stun) and wears off about eighteen hours later. I slept more than 8.5 hours, a sleep which culminated with a dream of a post-apocalyptic (not one word, that adjective) plague that slowly, horribly transformed the infected into bat-like alien things. It isn't a dream I wish ever to go near ever again.
And I'm not awake. My left eyelid (blind eye), keeps closing of its own accord.
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readingthedark arrived early in the evening, we had dinner from the hot bar at Whole Foods, then headed to the show at the Met. The first band sucked empty donkey ballsacks. Don't even recall the band's name. A bunch of fucking hipster poseurs from Brooklyn trying to audition for the Grand Ole Opry. But the second band, Joe Fletcher and the Wrong Reasons, were rather damn bow tie. Singer looked a lot like Michael Wincott (swoon), and the sound was sort of like a collision between Rockabilly and Bob Dylan and Nick Cave and a really skanky honky-tonk five miles outside Yazoo City, Mississippi.
Brown Bird (buy Salt for Salt TODAY), returning home after a long tour, looked a little haggard, but sounded better than I've ever heard them sound. A mountain of bow tie. It was even worth enduring the drunks and texting idiots. And here's a thing? Why do people pay to attend a show, then spend the whole goddamn show texting? Or even spend five minutes doing it? Are they truly so attached at the genitals to their cell phones and social fucking networks that they can't stop that shit fot a couple of hours and just listen? Anyway, fuck them, and Brown Bird remains the finest Appalachian-Roots-Yiddish-Doom-Folk band anywhere on Earth.
And that's all I'm writing today. I'm still stoned, and I'm on vacation, motherfuckers.
And I'm not awake. My left eyelid (blind eye), keeps closing of its own accord.
readingthedark arrived early in the evening, we had dinner from the hot bar at Whole Foods, then headed to the show at the Met. The first band sucked empty donkey ballsacks. Don't even recall the band's name. A bunch of fucking hipster poseurs from Brooklyn trying to audition for the Grand Ole Opry. But the second band, Joe Fletcher and the Wrong Reasons, were rather damn bow tie. Singer looked a lot like Michael Wincott (swoon), and the sound was sort of like a collision between Rockabilly and Bob Dylan and Nick Cave and a really skanky honky-tonk five miles outside Yazoo City, Mississippi.Brown Bird (buy Salt for Salt TODAY), returning home after a long tour, looked a little haggard, but sounded better than I've ever heard them sound. A mountain of bow tie. It was even worth enduring the drunks and texting idiots. And here's a thing? Why do people pay to attend a show, then spend the whole goddamn show texting? Or even spend five minutes doing it? Are they truly so attached at the genitals to their cell phones and social fucking networks that they can't stop that shit fot a couple of hours and just listen? Anyway, fuck them, and Brown Bird remains the finest Appalachian-Roots-Yiddish-Doom-Folk band anywhere on Earth.
And that's all I'm writing today. I'm still stoned, and I'm on vacation, motherfuckers.
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Brown Bird remains the finest Appalachian-Roots-Yiddish-Doom-Folk band anywhere on Earth.
Date: 2011-12-18 07:37 pm (UTC)I don't get the texting/social network thing either-my stepdaughter's head would explode if her phone's not with reach for more then five minutes.
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Date: 2011-12-18 07:55 pm (UTC)I don't get the texting/social network thing either-my stepdaughter's head would explode if her phone's not with reach for more then five minutes.
And THIS is what I do not get.
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Date: 2011-12-18 11:56 pm (UTC)I have been known to update FB during the Shirley Jackson Awards. Is that a service or is healing needed?
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Date: 2011-12-19 01:41 am (UTC)Is that a service or is healing needed?
I think I'd just call it an unnecessary distraction.
Basically, I think people - and especially younger people - have become so "connected," they exist in a perpetual state of disconnect, incapable of focusing, immersion, or existing in the moment. It must be a hollow life.
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Date: 2011-12-18 08:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-18 08:18 pm (UTC)I've heard some doctors label the "condition" as "cellphone anxiety."
Any time I hear of these absurd new "disorders," I'm reminded of the fabrication of "Space Invaders Wrist" in the early '80s.
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Date: 2011-12-18 08:27 pm (UTC)Exactly. I wonder how many of the kids from the 60's and 70's would have been diagnosed as ADHD? Or several other "disorders" that have been "discovered" the past 30 years.
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Date: 2011-12-18 08:34 pm (UTC)Exactly. I wonder how many of the kids from the 60's and 70's would have been diagnosed as ADHD? Or several other "disorders" that have been "discovered" the past 30 years.
I was very pleased to see the APA sink "Asperger's syndrome" back into general autism.
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Date: 2011-12-18 09:49 pm (UTC)Sometimes I believe that some members of the scientific community strive to discover new disorders instead of trying to find the missing pieces of the old puzzle.
Not to change the subject, but do you have any interest in the Centipede Press edition of Karl Edward Wagner: Masters of the Weird Tale? He was a favorite of mine for quite awhile, but I don't know if you care for his works or not.
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Date: 2011-12-18 11:44 pm (UTC)Not to change the subject, but do you have any interest in the Centipede Press edition of Karl Edward Wagner: Masters of the Weird Tale? He was a favorite of mine for quite awhile, but I don't know if you care for his works or not.
Thank you. But nah. Not really. Never much cared for his fiction. Though, bit of trivia: the first panel I ever did, in 1994, he was also on it.
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Date: 2011-12-18 10:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-18 11:45 pm (UTC)You know, Spooky and I really need to see you perform.
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Date: 2011-12-18 11:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-18 11:24 pm (UTC)Short answer: Yes. And I'm very, very guilty of this.
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Date: 2011-12-18 11:46 pm (UTC)And I'm very, very guilty of this.
Then cure thyself.
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Date: 2011-12-18 11:58 pm (UTC)I think this every time I go to a show and see people watching it through their iphones as they video it.
Why bother?! If I wanted to see a concert through the lense of a phone camera, I'd just go to youtube.
Myself, I'd rather watch the performance and rely on my memory later on.
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Date: 2011-12-19 01:42 am (UTC)Why bother?! If I wanted to see a concert through the lense of a phone camera, I'd just go to youtube.
I think they have no idea the world was ever any other sort of way.
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Date: 2011-12-19 12:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-19 12:34 am (UTC)"I think I've texted for a total of five minutes in my whole life, and don't really intend to add to that total. I would happily burn all telephones, not just cell phones."
I think I have texted less than 10 times when pushed by family members and they never get more than "No" , "Yes" or "OK" I tell people to not text me tho it doesn't stop them.
I feel the same way about phones too except when I want to call someone or someone has good news. I am a such a jerk.
When phones were new, people would send notes to whoever they were planning to call to say "I am going to call at such-n-such a time". I always thought that was polite. It would give individuals the time to get ready to accept a call or to just sneak out.
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Date: 2011-12-19 01:37 am (UTC)I would happily burn all telephones, not just cell phones.
I was always rather fond of dials.
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Date: 2011-12-19 03:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-19 03:26 am (UTC)but an independent bookstore in Sydney, Australia, has delivered a copy to where I am two hours north of Sydney.
At least books my books get travel.
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Date: 2011-12-19 04:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-19 04:41 am (UTC)That's nice for those of us not in the US that your books do travel.
Agreed. I just regret I cannot travel with them, sometimes.
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Date: 2011-12-19 06:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-19 02:15 pm (UTC)Tell me about it. I went to the movie theater yesterday and the girl sitting next to me was texting throughout the entire film. So I would be really getting into a scene and suddenly be blinded by the light from her phone's screen. I finally elbowed her "accidentally" upon getting up to use the restroom (and when I came back, I sat elsewhere). I heard the phone drop to the floor and I sincerely hope it broke.
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Date: 2011-12-19 04:58 pm (UTC)I will have to hope they come to Boston sometime.
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Date: 2011-12-19 10:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-20 03:10 am (UTC)This cracked me up, as it could have described any one of many, many bands I've seen popping up lately.