requiem for devotion
Dec. 29th, 2013 07:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanama80 days until the vernal equinox
I think after an accident involving hot chocolate, some (incredibly low quality) directions from MapQuest (that clearly weren't the same ones I used last time), and a copy of Hardwired (out of print now that Night Shade Books) there are pdfs floating around. I'm going to try to find a new copy. The old one is useable but sticky and a bit messed up. I guess it's still not as fucked up as Dhalgren, or even the copy of Gravity's Rainbow I bought for 50 cents), I really just didn't want to be there. Somebody was talking about daguerrotypes and lithographs and I'm sure she knew her stuff and I'm sure she's nice but I just wasn't in the mood to say anything to her or remember anything she said. I mean, I'm glad I saw it, and if I didn't, you'd get nothing instead of some vague descriptions unaccompanied by photographs.
Monet and Renoir are pretty cool. France, I love your art and music, and if Drow hates you people, you're obviously doing something right, I just hate your cuisine. Please leave the cooking to the Italians and the Portuguese. But anyway, it's all about impressionists painting water and spending time at sea and on rivers.
Future Beauty (speaking of places with cool art and overrated cuisine) was cool. I'm sure there are illicit photos aplenty, but I can't be arsed to look for them. I thought something was bubble wrap (it wasn't.), and something was very obviously a transparent puffer jacket stuffed with fake chrysanthemums and a glittering full-bodysuit and some Harajuku fashions, one of which had a design by a manga artist who's name I can't remember.
I also learned that I really don't like aioli, and not even a bottle of cherry pepsi got that taste out of my mouth, and having that taste lingering in my mouth for three hours isn't a pleasant experience. Aioli, by the way, is albumen with enough garlic to kill a Great Pyrenees.
There was an exhibit on animals and art: a dog standing on cans, a spiral beehive, a before and after of positioning periwinkles, a museum for crickets that Skinky and Spyro wish they could invade Godzilla-style, some paintings by elephants, spiderwebs, and some paintings made by dipping cockroaches' feet in paint.
I didn't bother with any of the permanent exhibits today.
So, basically, if I ever find myself there again, I'd have gotten there via the Rockport/Newburyport line.
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I'm wondering what the shelf life of the average rock radio single is circa 2000.
I can't time travel right now and if I could, I wouldn't spend three months listening to the radio, and it would feel weird so I'd just skip a portion of time and claim I'm on vacation, nor can I look up WAAF's playlists from 1997.
The self-titled album by January, by the way, is by the Boston band, not the UK band or the German band. I mean, it made sense, given the style of the songs and the release date. No, I have no idea why every band called January has their Myspace mashed together into one singular page.
Burning Question: Does anyone else find it odd that Boston has so many female-fronted bands and yet WAAF has a typically, how should I put this, Theodore Beale attitude towards female vocals?
I think after an accident involving hot chocolate, some (incredibly low quality) directions from MapQuest (that clearly weren't the same ones I used last time), and a copy of Hardwired (out of print now that Night Shade Books) there are pdfs floating around. I'm going to try to find a new copy. The old one is useable but sticky and a bit messed up. I guess it's still not as fucked up as Dhalgren, or even the copy of Gravity's Rainbow I bought for 50 cents), I really just didn't want to be there. Somebody was talking about daguerrotypes and lithographs and I'm sure she knew her stuff and I'm sure she's nice but I just wasn't in the mood to say anything to her or remember anything she said. I mean, I'm glad I saw it, and if I didn't, you'd get nothing instead of some vague descriptions unaccompanied by photographs.
Monet and Renoir are pretty cool. France, I love your art and music, and if Drow hates you people, you're obviously doing something right, I just hate your cuisine. Please leave the cooking to the Italians and the Portuguese. But anyway, it's all about impressionists painting water and spending time at sea and on rivers.
Future Beauty (speaking of places with cool art and overrated cuisine) was cool. I'm sure there are illicit photos aplenty, but I can't be arsed to look for them. I thought something was bubble wrap (it wasn't.), and something was very obviously a transparent puffer jacket stuffed with fake chrysanthemums and a glittering full-bodysuit and some Harajuku fashions, one of which had a design by a manga artist who's name I can't remember.
I also learned that I really don't like aioli, and not even a bottle of cherry pepsi got that taste out of my mouth, and having that taste lingering in my mouth for three hours isn't a pleasant experience. Aioli, by the way, is albumen with enough garlic to kill a Great Pyrenees.
There was an exhibit on animals and art: a dog standing on cans, a spiral beehive, a before and after of positioning periwinkles, a museum for crickets that Skinky and Spyro wish they could invade Godzilla-style, some paintings by elephants, spiderwebs, and some paintings made by dipping cockroaches' feet in paint.
I didn't bother with any of the permanent exhibits today.
So, basically, if I ever find myself there again, I'd have gotten there via the Rockport/Newburyport line.
***
I'm wondering what the shelf life of the average rock radio single is circa 2000.
I can't time travel right now and if I could, I wouldn't spend three months listening to the radio, and it would feel weird so I'd just skip a portion of time and claim I'm on vacation, nor can I look up WAAF's playlists from 1997.
The self-titled album by January, by the way, is by the Boston band, not the UK band or the German band. I mean, it made sense, given the style of the songs and the release date. No, I have no idea why every band called January has their Myspace mashed together into one singular page.
Burning Question: Does anyone else find it odd that Boston has so many female-fronted bands and yet WAAF has a typically, how should I put this, Theodore Beale attitude towards female vocals?
