and on with a new journey
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yamamanamaSticky notes say "love rewards the brave" and "you're going to go off course. That's part of the journey. Just come back to it. ♡"
I couldn't tell by their mannerisms if they were a couple or just friends. One of them had a necklace that looked like a lopsided Pulsian infinity sign if that existed, something like an analemma with the larger loop a cardioid instead of an ellipse, one of them had a shirt with Red Sox Team written in Kanji.
Ming, the artist, and Peter Podobry were in Harvard Square, of course. One of Ming's portraits really caught my eye. While it did, a woman was posing for Ming. Also, I've been getting this guy's name wrong this whole time and nobody ever told me. I have an excuse; I wrote his name down to see if I could find his music anywhere when I was in a hurry. What I know now is that he decided that his true calling in life is to be a street musician.
I got ahold of One Million Centuries by Richard Lupoff, which I didn't mention out of neglect and not out of "ha, you may have Through The Heart but I will beat you yet, mwa ha ha." and found out that the Coop has a SFF section and realized I'm very out of touch. There are some books that look interesting, like Memory of Water, Gold Fame Citrus, and Too Like The Lightning, and I want to obtain the last of the Burton and Swinburne novels but the former are probably all hardcovers and for the latter I still have enough time.
The concert was held in an alleyway and I thought that water droplets from an air conditioner were falling on me at times.
I thought the woman testing the microphones was a performer, but nope. She had a tattoo of J.R.R. Tolkien's monogram, which doesn't have a unicode but looks a lot like the Chinese word for bundle, 束.
The first band was one half of The Ivy Leaf, Armand on fiddle and Daniel on accordion and concertina (he sang a Celtified bluegrass tune and danced for one song), who are Filipino and Italian respectively. There actually are a lot of Celtic influences in northern Italy. I don't think southern Italy was ever Celtic. The earliest maps I can find have Greeks in Sicily and the southern coast, Oscans and Latins and possible Illyrians. They played traditional marches, a waltz, a troika of polkas, a Swedish march originally on nykelharpa,. Armand called that one a Celticopia pu pu platter. I have their CD now which has flute, whistle, bouzouki, and guitar as well but I don't recognize the names from today's concert. Don't rely on me, I have a photographic memory. And Dan has chicken scratch handwriting.
A woman had the geographical coordinates for something tattooed on her arm. She wasn't around long enough for me to ask about it.
Soulsha has a keyboardist/mandolinist, a trumpeter, a saxophonist, a drummer, a djembe-player from Senegal, a bassist from England, a fiddler, the lead vocalist/bagpiper, and played a hybrid of Celtic melodies, African rhythm, and funk. They sang of passing on cultures to the next generations and dancing in the streets and shaking hands with no judgement and listening to each other called Carry It On, a song about moving from the Hebrides to the big city, a song of Scottish Independence with a quote from Scotland the Brave in there in the hopes that something good can come out of the utter xenophobia catastrofuck that is Brexit (he introduced the bassist by saying he was out of the EU before Britain was... too soon), a song about being a million miles from home by a Nigerian-Londoner musician, an air for a hero who was outed as gay and took his own life, a glorification of the sun as a New Orleans street party entitled A'Ghrian, a revoltutionary song called Banks Of Marble, and another song from New Orleans. They didn't have any albums for sale but they do have a free EP on their bandcamp. Three guesses as to which song is about being a million miles from home.
A dreadlocked woman had a tattoo with Ruadh gu Brath along with a woman in landscape, which translates Redheads Forever (or literally "Red Until Judgement") in Scottish Gaelic, not Irish Gaelic. We both speak neither. I can't argue with that sentiment, whether it's about red hair or leftism or both. Real leftism, not these profaning pale imitations. I find it funny that the slur "regressive left" is more apt for the authoritarian left and third way (an attempt to reconcile left-wing social positions like gay rights and social safety nets and secularism über alles and watered-down feminism that isn't so much feminist as it is a way to make xenophobia palatable with right-wing social positions like xenophobia and more limits on immigration regarding their countries of origin and anti social justice and supporting the death penalty and assuming hate crimes must be fake and denying that white privilege exists because there are poor whites) who sling around the slur. I can't call them alternative left, because there is a movement with that name, which is pretty much the authoritarian left wedded to the social conservatism of the third way amped up to eleven. Or, you know, Pol Pot, except with technophilia and maybe the other kind of pot. Gulags, but you're mining bitcoin.
There are maybe a literal ton of alt-lefters in existence. My guess is it's too racist for people with actual left wing politics and too left-wing for the racists. It's the instability strip of politics. I don't know; there's a manifesto out there but it reaches John C. Wright levels of pretentiousness
But I digress.
She has a work by Bansky on her leg depicting Mickey Mouse, Ronald McDonald, and Phan Thị Kim Phúc hand in hand.
A man had on his shoulder four tattoos, most likely representing the four classical elements, all with a spiral motif.
Another man had green hair. A woman had bright pink hair.
burning question: why are spambots discussing urinal etiquette?
Although there is a logical explanation for that one: the spambots are merely repeating what others have said and appending links to their website. They're probably selling fake Louis Vutton bags and Rolexes and Omicron Spymasters that don't even have knockout gas or a garotte or even a laser.
Damn, and I thought they finally programmed a spambot that could pass the Turing Test. Maybe there are better applications of robots that can pass the turing test than spam.
People would be irrational enough to discuss urinal etiquette on a discussion about sex differences and the names of the colors. I told myself that I would start using things like "unsure-whether-boy-or-girl baby room color," "what i'm sure was once nice wallpaper before you stained it with your nicotine," "shark invested (sic) water blue" "velociraptor cloaca" which is a dark slightly purplish blue, "blue with a hint of your mother," "white if it had a wine spill on itself and let it dry for a few days and then tried to wash it but it just left that awful color that foreverr (sic) remains a reminder that grandma needs to be cut off after the third glass," "it's pink but not toally pink, but it's purple, but not totally purple" which to me looks pretty pink but if a color actually fit that description, I'd call it purplinkle, and "maybe a half hour before the first stars start showing up in the night sky" to describe the color of things.
I couldn't tell by their mannerisms if they were a couple or just friends. One of them had a necklace that looked like a lopsided Pulsian infinity sign if that existed, something like an analemma with the larger loop a cardioid instead of an ellipse, one of them had a shirt with Red Sox Team written in Kanji.
Ming, the artist, and Peter Podobry were in Harvard Square, of course. One of Ming's portraits really caught my eye. While it did, a woman was posing for Ming. Also, I've been getting this guy's name wrong this whole time and nobody ever told me. I have an excuse; I wrote his name down to see if I could find his music anywhere when I was in a hurry. What I know now is that he decided that his true calling in life is to be a street musician.
I got ahold of One Million Centuries by Richard Lupoff, which I didn't mention out of neglect and not out of "ha, you may have Through The Heart but I will beat you yet, mwa ha ha." and found out that the Coop has a SFF section and realized I'm very out of touch. There are some books that look interesting, like Memory of Water, Gold Fame Citrus, and Too Like The Lightning, and I want to obtain the last of the Burton and Swinburne novels but the former are probably all hardcovers and for the latter I still have enough time.
The concert was held in an alleyway and I thought that water droplets from an air conditioner were falling on me at times.
I thought the woman testing the microphones was a performer, but nope. She had a tattoo of J.R.R. Tolkien's monogram, which doesn't have a unicode but looks a lot like the Chinese word for bundle, 束.
The first band was one half of The Ivy Leaf, Armand on fiddle and Daniel on accordion and concertina (he sang a Celtified bluegrass tune and danced for one song), who are Filipino and Italian respectively. There actually are a lot of Celtic influences in northern Italy. I don't think southern Italy was ever Celtic. The earliest maps I can find have Greeks in Sicily and the southern coast, Oscans and Latins and possible Illyrians. They played traditional marches, a waltz, a troika of polkas, a Swedish march originally on nykelharpa,. Armand called that one a Celticopia pu pu platter. I have their CD now which has flute, whistle, bouzouki, and guitar as well but I don't recognize the names from today's concert. Don't rely on me, I have a photographic memory. And Dan has chicken scratch handwriting.
A woman had the geographical coordinates for something tattooed on her arm. She wasn't around long enough for me to ask about it.
Soulsha has a keyboardist/mandolinist, a trumpeter, a saxophonist, a drummer, a djembe-player from Senegal, a bassist from England, a fiddler, the lead vocalist/bagpiper, and played a hybrid of Celtic melodies, African rhythm, and funk. They sang of passing on cultures to the next generations and dancing in the streets and shaking hands with no judgement and listening to each other called Carry It On, a song about moving from the Hebrides to the big city, a song of Scottish Independence with a quote from Scotland the Brave in there in the hopes that something good can come out of the utter xenophobia catastrofuck that is Brexit (he introduced the bassist by saying he was out of the EU before Britain was... too soon), a song about being a million miles from home by a Nigerian-Londoner musician, an air for a hero who was outed as gay and took his own life, a glorification of the sun as a New Orleans street party entitled A'Ghrian, a revoltutionary song called Banks Of Marble, and another song from New Orleans. They didn't have any albums for sale but they do have a free EP on their bandcamp. Three guesses as to which song is about being a million miles from home.
A dreadlocked woman had a tattoo with Ruadh gu Brath along with a woman in landscape, which translates Redheads Forever (or literally "Red Until Judgement") in Scottish Gaelic, not Irish Gaelic. We both speak neither. I can't argue with that sentiment, whether it's about red hair or leftism or both. Real leftism, not these profaning pale imitations. I find it funny that the slur "regressive left" is more apt for the authoritarian left and third way (an attempt to reconcile left-wing social positions like gay rights and social safety nets and secularism über alles and watered-down feminism that isn't so much feminist as it is a way to make xenophobia palatable with right-wing social positions like xenophobia and more limits on immigration regarding their countries of origin and anti social justice and supporting the death penalty and assuming hate crimes must be fake and denying that white privilege exists because there are poor whites) who sling around the slur. I can't call them alternative left, because there is a movement with that name, which is pretty much the authoritarian left wedded to the social conservatism of the third way amped up to eleven. Or, you know, Pol Pot, except with technophilia and maybe the other kind of pot. Gulags, but you're mining bitcoin.
There are maybe a literal ton of alt-lefters in existence. My guess is it's too racist for people with actual left wing politics and too left-wing for the racists. It's the instability strip of politics. I don't know; there's a manifesto out there but it reaches John C. Wright levels of pretentiousness
But I digress.
She has a work by Bansky on her leg depicting Mickey Mouse, Ronald McDonald, and Phan Thị Kim Phúc hand in hand.
A man had on his shoulder four tattoos, most likely representing the four classical elements, all with a spiral motif.
Another man had green hair. A woman had bright pink hair.
burning question: why are spambots discussing urinal etiquette?
Although there is a logical explanation for that one: the spambots are merely repeating what others have said and appending links to their website. They're probably selling fake Louis Vutton bags and Rolexes and Omicron Spymasters that don't even have knockout gas or a garotte or even a laser.
Damn, and I thought they finally programmed a spambot that could pass the Turing Test. Maybe there are better applications of robots that can pass the turing test than spam.
People would be irrational enough to discuss urinal etiquette on a discussion about sex differences and the names of the colors. I told myself that I would start using things like "unsure-whether-boy-or-girl baby room color," "what i'm sure was once nice wallpaper before you stained it with your nicotine," "shark invested (sic) water blue" "velociraptor cloaca" which is a dark slightly purplish blue, "blue with a hint of your mother," "white if it had a wine spill on itself and let it dry for a few days and then tried to wash it but it just left that awful color that foreverr (sic) remains a reminder that grandma needs to be cut off after the third glass," "it's pink but not toally pink, but it's purple, but not totally purple" which to me looks pretty pink but if a color actually fit that description, I'd call it purplinkle, and "maybe a half hour before the first stars start showing up in the night sky" to describe the color of things.
