succor midst sorrow
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yamamanama54 days until the vernal equinox.
Eat a dick, winter. Sauté it in influenza and gastroenteritis, sprinkle it with calcivirus, and eat a big frosty dicksicle.
You have no idea how long I thought of using that title. Eight years, more or less.
I met a second woman named Ryan (please refer to either a line, a loop, a tangle of threads or listen to my heartbeat). They're different people. This one isn't an artist but her sister is. I told her about how I know three guys named Dana.
I also mistook Go for someone I met at Greenfest. She says she might have been there and that it's alright that I don't forget faces but forget names and contexts.
I had haddock and/or tilapia ceviche for the first time ever and it was amazing. It's raw and cured in lime juice, chiles, cilantro, and onions.
I looked up the demographics of Boston and surrounding environs when someone linked to a comparison of Seattle and Portland, and I've learned that Boston not only has Latin Americans from every country in South and Central America along with Puerto Rico and the Dominican Republic, but it has Hispanics from mysterious Other South American and Other Central American countries. This could possibly mean Belize, after all, Spanish is widely spoken there even if it's not an official language. I didn't think Guyanese were considered Hispanic. It's definitely not Brazilian because the numbers would be larger, and I think Brazil is considered "that Latino-but-not-Hispanic" country in the US census.
I was so happy when Go and Sahin showed up because I didn't know anyone else and it's dark and if Erica was there, I didn't recognize her.
I'm the first person ever to own an Atlas Lab CD. I told Emma I'd cherish it forever and that I'll keep that in mind when Atlas Lab is super-big. I didn't get to have much of a conversation with her, between her throat being a bit sore and the fact that really couldn't talk, being the vocalist of Atlas Lab and all.
In fact I told her not to say anything to me (spoiler alert: she did anyway) when I said Castellana was the best thing she ever did (I might retract that statement when I have some time to digest the new stuff) when I told her to contact the Wildlife Center over a mural. She wants to do it with me. I wrote that at 1:11 AM. Late, but not so late that I don't know a "phrasing" moment when I see one, and that was definitely a "phrasing" moment. That might be why I didn't get any sleep.
There's some songs I need to send her by Lusine, Toe, and Odessa Chen. She says she really likes Klimt (I'd imagine Gabriella does too) so I believe I will one day paint her as an ode to Gustav Klimt. You know, on a day where I don't feel like my hands are going to fall off.
Found Audio was good, even if they did take way too long to set up. One of the guys thought my drawing of him was flattering. I apologized to the drummer because I didn't notice him behind the singer, and to the guitarist because I couldn't get a good angle on him.
I'll have to coax the setlist out of Emma. There were the three songs from the CD (one which I've never heard before), three new songs, and a Portishead cover. It was either Sour Times or Glory Box. I don't think she's ever heard of Tankbund but I think she'd like them.
She was, of course, awesome. No offense meant, but the vocals were horribly mixed and I could scarcely hear them at all, which is not ok, unless you're Elf Fatima* and if you're Elf Fatima, just go all the way with the distortion and Elf Fatima doesn't bury its vocals beneath a sea of guitar noise. I blame Sam, which is probably short for Masami Akita (you might know him as Merzbow). Ok, fine, I'm only blaming Sam because you can't spell Masami Akita without Sam.
*Amara has this to say about Elf Fatima: It's like a big block of sound that doesn't want to be broken down into individual parts. Like everything sort of merges into this cluster of sound, indivisible, like everything is glued together. In terms of sonic atmosphere, it's like a brick wall.
Piresian Beach, maybe.
I think I've learned from Airiel and Lovesliescrushing that "we play at 10" means "we play at 10:45" and "the album will be released in early 2014" means "we'll release it some time around Saint Ajora's Day, 2016." My plan was to leave at 10:45 but I really didn't want to stay just to watch them set up and test and maybe hear one actual song. My plan was to run to Porter before my emotional equilibrium restored itself but I came upon a bus near RiteAid, and if you're wondering, RiteAid is halfway between Union Square and Porter Square, or a little more than half a mile from my starting point, got on, and went back to Lechmere and was utterly bewildered when I had an entire Green Line train to myself. I'm sorry I didn't get to hear you play, Sahin.
This is good because Emma's answer to "is there a bus station nearby?" was "shit."
Wait, there's supposed to be a Green Line station at Union Square but it's not supposed to be operative until 2020 or so. Let's think four dimensionally. I send a message to Future Me, Future Me whisks me away to 2027, I take the green line to Union Square to find a DeLorean waiting for me, and I use the DeLorean to get back to 2015. Bada climp bada clamp. I'm not saying I made a DeLorean, I just think flux capacitors and Mr Fusion will be mass-produced by 2040.
but that's not a realistic plan at all.
burning question: I mean, how the fuck does one get up to 88 miles per hour in Boston traffic with slush and shit everywhere? Also, I don't think the space time continuum would like it very much if one were to interact with their future or past self.
Eat a dick, winter. Sauté it in influenza and gastroenteritis, sprinkle it with calcivirus, and eat a big frosty dicksicle.
You have no idea how long I thought of using that title. Eight years, more or less.
I met a second woman named Ryan (please refer to either a line, a loop, a tangle of threads or listen to my heartbeat). They're different people. This one isn't an artist but her sister is. I told her about how I know three guys named Dana.
I also mistook Go for someone I met at Greenfest. She says she might have been there and that it's alright that I don't forget faces but forget names and contexts.
I had haddock and/or tilapia ceviche for the first time ever and it was amazing. It's raw and cured in lime juice, chiles, cilantro, and onions.
I looked up the demographics of Boston and surrounding environs when someone linked to a comparison of Seattle and Portland, and I've learned that Boston not only has Latin Americans from every country in South and Central America along with Puerto Rico and the Dominican Republic, but it has Hispanics from mysterious Other South American and Other Central American countries. This could possibly mean Belize, after all, Spanish is widely spoken there even if it's not an official language. I didn't think Guyanese were considered Hispanic. It's definitely not Brazilian because the numbers would be larger, and I think Brazil is considered "that Latino-but-not-Hispanic" country in the US census.
I was so happy when Go and Sahin showed up because I didn't know anyone else and it's dark and if Erica was there, I didn't recognize her.
I'm the first person ever to own an Atlas Lab CD. I told Emma I'd cherish it forever and that I'll keep that in mind when Atlas Lab is super-big. I didn't get to have much of a conversation with her, between her throat being a bit sore and the fact that really couldn't talk, being the vocalist of Atlas Lab and all.
In fact I told her not to say anything to me (spoiler alert: she did anyway) when I said Castellana was the best thing she ever did (I might retract that statement when I have some time to digest the new stuff) when I told her to contact the Wildlife Center over a mural. She wants to do it with me. I wrote that at 1:11 AM. Late, but not so late that I don't know a "phrasing" moment when I see one, and that was definitely a "phrasing" moment. That might be why I didn't get any sleep.
There's some songs I need to send her by Lusine, Toe, and Odessa Chen. She says she really likes Klimt (I'd imagine Gabriella does too) so I believe I will one day paint her as an ode to Gustav Klimt. You know, on a day where I don't feel like my hands are going to fall off.
Found Audio was good, even if they did take way too long to set up. One of the guys thought my drawing of him was flattering. I apologized to the drummer because I didn't notice him behind the singer, and to the guitarist because I couldn't get a good angle on him.
I'll have to coax the setlist out of Emma. There were the three songs from the CD (one which I've never heard before), three new songs, and a Portishead cover. It was either Sour Times or Glory Box. I don't think she's ever heard of Tankbund but I think she'd like them.
She was, of course, awesome. No offense meant, but the vocals were horribly mixed and I could scarcely hear them at all, which is not ok, unless you're Elf Fatima* and if you're Elf Fatima, just go all the way with the distortion and Elf Fatima doesn't bury its vocals beneath a sea of guitar noise. I blame Sam, which is probably short for Masami Akita (you might know him as Merzbow). Ok, fine, I'm only blaming Sam because you can't spell Masami Akita without Sam.
*Amara has this to say about Elf Fatima: It's like a big block of sound that doesn't want to be broken down into individual parts. Like everything sort of merges into this cluster of sound, indivisible, like everything is glued together. In terms of sonic atmosphere, it's like a brick wall.
Piresian Beach, maybe.
I think I've learned from Airiel and Lovesliescrushing that "we play at 10" means "we play at 10:45" and "the album will be released in early 2014" means "we'll release it some time around Saint Ajora's Day, 2016." My plan was to leave at 10:45 but I really didn't want to stay just to watch them set up and test and maybe hear one actual song. My plan was to run to Porter before my emotional equilibrium restored itself but I came upon a bus near RiteAid, and if you're wondering, RiteAid is halfway between Union Square and Porter Square, or a little more than half a mile from my starting point, got on, and went back to Lechmere and was utterly bewildered when I had an entire Green Line train to myself. I'm sorry I didn't get to hear you play, Sahin.
This is good because Emma's answer to "is there a bus station nearby?" was "shit."
Wait, there's supposed to be a Green Line station at Union Square but it's not supposed to be operative until 2020 or so. Let's think four dimensionally. I send a message to Future Me, Future Me whisks me away to 2027, I take the green line to Union Square to find a DeLorean waiting for me, and I use the DeLorean to get back to 2015. Bada climp bada clamp. I'm not saying I made a DeLorean, I just think flux capacitors and Mr Fusion will be mass-produced by 2040.
but that's not a realistic plan at all.
burning question: I mean, how the fuck does one get up to 88 miles per hour in Boston traffic with slush and shit everywhere? Also, I don't think the space time continuum would like it very much if one were to interact with their future or past self.
