go starless in the night
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yamamanamaAnyways, my day in an hour and a half or less. I'll keep this short.
I feel like it wasn't as interesting as the last two, but it was still amazing. It was very cool but at least it didn't rain and I'm placing all the blame on that and also, they were preparing the tracks for future snowpocalypses and snowmageddons so that meant we got bussed from North Quincy to JFK and back.
Krissy asked the same thing Keegan did: what the odds of encountering two people you've already met once are. I figure there's about 60 people to a train car and there's about 15 million people in New England but then you factor in tourists and sometimes people leave and sometimes people move in. Also, factor in people who wouldn't be caught dead on public transit or people who wouldn't be caught dead in Boston.
Krissy hasn't met her doppleganger yet. I feel like everyone has a doppleganger out there somewhere.
I overhead a family speaking what I want to say is Tamil, although I did hear something that resembled "no" though "nem" is "no" in Hungarian and Hungarian is nothing like the other European languages, although it's vaguely like Finnish and Estonian in the way that English is like Albanian. It could be a coincidence, like the Japanese word "no." In fact, it's probably a coincidence, because none of the Indian words for no sound like the English no.
I noticed I didn't have my pen when I got on the train.
You'd think that discarded pens would be more common. It's too convenient, says a man with green hair and pierced septum.
Another woman had purple hair and a bandana.
Another man had a woman kneeling tattooed on his shoulder, with the death star and star destroyers in the sky,
The pen's thicker than the ones I'm used to. Oh well. They came out pretty good.
Federator no 1 is a local Afrobeat band. I arrived at the tail end of their set and what I heard sounds a bit like Ethiopian jazz except with more percussion. Hey, look, they have a bandcamp and it's Name Your Price. Go check it out. their singer also has stuff worth checking out
The Harney Academy of Irish Dance consisted of people who were too short to actually see.
Dirty Dozen Brass Band was more like the Dirty Half Dozen, because there were only six people (drum, guitar, trumpet, trumpet, baritone saxophone, tenor saxophone), while Federator no 1 had a dozen. One of the guys played two trumpets at once.
Merrimack Valley Chorus is an all woman 57 member barbershop ensemble.
Boston Bhangra was fun. Bhangra started out as a dance to celebrate the harvest in the Punjab. There's no butt shaking in bhangra so I doubt Tina would appreciate that form of dance. I'm blaming them if this entry is a typo-filled poorly written incoherent mess because I can probably kick someone in the face and they said "lift your feet up high and also wave your arms in the air. And then mimic wheat, and then make the ok symbol and sway your legs but no butt wiggling, we don't do that in bhangra."
Bettye LaVette is a soul singer.
I met some people coming from Figment Boston, and one was dressed in a velvet cape.
I started hiccuping when Bettye LaVette finished her set at approximately 9:30 and stopped hiccuping at 10:19, which kinda made Emmylou Harris's set hard to enjoy. I also had to leave early because they were preparing the tracks for future snowmageddons.
And I spent the rest of the night in fear of hiccuping again. None of the normal solutions (holding my breath, hitting my chest) worked; I just had to wait it out.
I swear, next time I start hiccuping, just wave your fist in my face while making threats. That's the only method that works but it's hard to get that going. I don't think it will work if I'm prepared for it and setting out to scare the hiccups out of myself.
For some reason, the bus had to stop somewhere between JFK and North Quincy.
Some guy's advice: this isn't the Ritz Carlton and we're all uncomfortable here.
On the way home, I met three women who each did paintings of the sun setting over the Charles river, all with great colors and neat brushwork in the sky and water. I think one of their names was Sarah, because they were talking about the Last of Us and Sarah in that, which brings the official Sarah count to eleven (or possibly twelve) Sarahs and two Saras. Emma (I think it's at seven) has a long way to go.
burning question: seriously, though, how was Alex not a finalist in the drum-off? I'm happy for the winner, but I'm pretty sure if you're judging by creativity and not just prowess, he'd have that going for him.
I promised that I wouldn't do anything revengey and stupid if I saw him on stage. But it would have been a great opportunity to use the technical difficulties picture from Cooking With Archer.
I wonder if he'd listen to Maurice Ravel.
I feel like it wasn't as interesting as the last two, but it was still amazing. It was very cool but at least it didn't rain and I'm placing all the blame on that and also, they were preparing the tracks for future snowpocalypses and snowmageddons so that meant we got bussed from North Quincy to JFK and back.
Krissy asked the same thing Keegan did: what the odds of encountering two people you've already met once are. I figure there's about 60 people to a train car and there's about 15 million people in New England but then you factor in tourists and sometimes people leave and sometimes people move in. Also, factor in people who wouldn't be caught dead on public transit or people who wouldn't be caught dead in Boston.
Krissy hasn't met her doppleganger yet. I feel like everyone has a doppleganger out there somewhere.
I overhead a family speaking what I want to say is Tamil, although I did hear something that resembled "no" though "nem" is "no" in Hungarian and Hungarian is nothing like the other European languages, although it's vaguely like Finnish and Estonian in the way that English is like Albanian. It could be a coincidence, like the Japanese word "no." In fact, it's probably a coincidence, because none of the Indian words for no sound like the English no.
I noticed I didn't have my pen when I got on the train.
You'd think that discarded pens would be more common. It's too convenient, says a man with green hair and pierced septum.
Another woman had purple hair and a bandana.
Another man had a woman kneeling tattooed on his shoulder, with the death star and star destroyers in the sky,
The pen's thicker than the ones I'm used to. Oh well. They came out pretty good.
Federator no 1 is a local Afrobeat band. I arrived at the tail end of their set and what I heard sounds a bit like Ethiopian jazz except with more percussion. Hey, look, they have a bandcamp and it's Name Your Price. Go check it out. their singer also has stuff worth checking out
The Harney Academy of Irish Dance consisted of people who were too short to actually see.
Dirty Dozen Brass Band was more like the Dirty Half Dozen, because there were only six people (drum, guitar, trumpet, trumpet, baritone saxophone, tenor saxophone), while Federator no 1 had a dozen. One of the guys played two trumpets at once.
Merrimack Valley Chorus is an all woman 57 member barbershop ensemble.
Boston Bhangra was fun. Bhangra started out as a dance to celebrate the harvest in the Punjab. There's no butt shaking in bhangra so I doubt Tina would appreciate that form of dance. I'm blaming them if this entry is a typo-filled poorly written incoherent mess because I can probably kick someone in the face and they said "lift your feet up high and also wave your arms in the air. And then mimic wheat, and then make the ok symbol and sway your legs but no butt wiggling, we don't do that in bhangra."
Bettye LaVette is a soul singer.
I met some people coming from Figment Boston, and one was dressed in a velvet cape.
I started hiccuping when Bettye LaVette finished her set at approximately 9:30 and stopped hiccuping at 10:19, which kinda made Emmylou Harris's set hard to enjoy. I also had to leave early because they were preparing the tracks for future snowmageddons.
And I spent the rest of the night in fear of hiccuping again. None of the normal solutions (holding my breath, hitting my chest) worked; I just had to wait it out.
I swear, next time I start hiccuping, just wave your fist in my face while making threats. That's the only method that works but it's hard to get that going. I don't think it will work if I'm prepared for it and setting out to scare the hiccups out of myself.
For some reason, the bus had to stop somewhere between JFK and North Quincy.
Some guy's advice: this isn't the Ritz Carlton and we're all uncomfortable here.
On the way home, I met three women who each did paintings of the sun setting over the Charles river, all with great colors and neat brushwork in the sky and water. I think one of their names was Sarah, because they were talking about the Last of Us and Sarah in that, which brings the official Sarah count to eleven (or possibly twelve) Sarahs and two Saras. Emma (I think it's at seven) has a long way to go.
burning question: seriously, though, how was Alex not a finalist in the drum-off? I'm happy for the winner, but I'm pretty sure if you're judging by creativity and not just prowess, he'd have that going for him.
I promised that I wouldn't do anything revengey and stupid if I saw him on stage. But it would have been a great opportunity to use the technical difficulties picture from Cooking With Archer.
I wonder if he'd listen to Maurice Ravel.
