refugees and pilgrims
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yamamanamaOne group of people I drew was Hannah, Hanna, Olivia, and Megan, the other group was Hannah, Hanna, and Kimmi (I asked if her name was Hannah). I asked a woman if her name was Hannah too but it's not, it's Emily. Elise's friend, whom I did not get a chance to draw but she's not offended and so I didn't learn her name, said she couldn't imagine drawing on a train because of all the wobbling.
Mohammed, a kid from Somalia, was really adamant about having his portrait done and then asked me to draw his mother, Fartun, and then to draw his brother, but his mother said that I wouldn't be able to because she wasn't around. The rest of their conversation was in Somali.
The only restaurant around was El Embajador, which, for those of you who don't habla Español, is Spanish for The Embassador, which is apparently an archaic variant of ambassador and I have no idea why it doesn't just spit out ambassador when I translate Embajador.
I had calamari in rice and beans with plantains on top. I'm not sure they were used to anything but a Hispanophone clientele. But it was good.
I learned that it's easier to follow the news when it's in Spanish (some people got killed in France and Le Pen is making an ass out of herself, but to be frank, she always makes an ass out of herself) than it is in Vietnamese.
At the Green Street Station, which is on the Orange Line counterintuitively, there is the Cyberarts Gallery and they had an exhibit on video games and politics and this included things like Coming Out Simulator (which is exactly like what you'd expect, as an Asian) and Papers Please (which is about being a bureaucrat in a fictional authoritarian quasi-republic) and Sunset (something about labour) and Touchtone (something about surveillance) and This War Of Mine (the consequence of war) and Escape From Woomera (about Australia's treatment of refugees) and Democracy III (head of state simulator) and Yellow Umbrella (a tower defense game about the democracy movement in Hong Kong). While I was there, there was a reception held for a German game maker. The German way of spelling Leah is Lea, I guess. For some reason, I always default to the Italian "Lia." Perfect Woman is about the idea of perfection and being a perfect woman. Being a princess or the secretary-general of the UN is more perfect and more challenging than being a call girl or a street tough.
I've never been beyond Mass Ave on the Orange Line (and on the other direction beyond North Station) so I had no idea how long it was going to take so I timed it. Departure time at Braintree was 4:56 and arrival at DTX was 5:27. I didn't put my departure from DTX time but my arrival time at Green Street was 5:49.
Kali & Ancestors in Training were playing at Downtown Crossing. One of his Ancestors In Training (I know this because I've met Kali before) was playing Radiohead's High And Dry. One of the songs from The Bends. I'm a Radiohead fan but I don't really listen to that album much. I love Planet Telex, Sulk, and Street Spirit, though.
Sam says that he expects the new Atlas Lab album to be released this summer, so I'm hoping by Saint Ajora's Day. Emma doesn't know anything about Sophie Atlas. Alex, Otto, and John weren't around. Since Ashley was working, maybe they were off rescuing Bandit and Auty from a spacetime anomaly. So I know spacetime anomalies are bad and need to be resolved as quickly as possible or else even worse things will happen but please wait until the album's finished, or conscript someone else into doing it.
I think Sam picked the music that played interstitially and before the concert began proper. Nouvelle Vague did a cover of the pop-punk Ever Fallen In Love by The Buzzcocks in a bossa nova French New Wave style. One of the other songs was by Zero 7 and it's not I Have Seen and it's confusing because both bands are like Delerium in that they have guest vocalists in their songs.
Emma speaks French (and a bit of Malagasy) which makes sense because Ashley sometimes reminds me of Emma. I told her I have respect for anyone who speaks an Afro-Asiatic language and described Arabic as what happens if you take English, get rid of all its crazy rules, and then add a new set of crazy rules. It's sort of like Hungarian in that regard, except Hungarian's crazy rules are completely unlike Arabic's and English's.
I tried to draw Emma, had to stop halfway though because she disappeared to freshen up so I drew Sam playing guitar, and then resumed drawing Emma as a mix of before and after. Her hair hung in a helix in front and she had hanging earrings and I thought that made her look a bit like she absorbed Gabriella.
I say this because Seymour Natus is called Seymour Varia in German and when I saw that, I was like "so Seymour absorbed Leah" because the binomial name for the barred owl is Strix varia.
I feel like she probably would remember if she actually saw Gabriella instead of just relying on a name.
Meta Mora could put me to sleep. In a good way, I mean. Meta Mora is Sam. I knew that because I used deduction to figure it out. Sam played on a guitar and effects pedals made it echo out and fade away to the depths of space. The wall projection looked like a television tuned to a dead channel if you pressed your face against the screen in 1984 or like a glitching out television from 2017. The sky above Jamaica Plain was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. Or it would be if it was still the 1980s.
Midisexual (I thought that Emma called it very sexual and I didn't know what she meant by that but leave me out of it. It would probably be like having sex with Sarah Kerrigan) played drone etudes and string symphonies at 1/8 speed, at times minimialistic piano twinkling and slowed organ meditations by Katharine Styreme.
Aly Pierce read poetry about space and stars and distance and quasars to CLOTH's rainstorm, plunking, alien dance music, Strauss remixed, glitched, and distorted.
Ominous Descent played what sounds like the soundtrack to one of Ethan's films, that is to say, a post-apocalyptic western. It featured a lot of reverb on acoustic instruments and a bit of cowbell and ended with finally reaching the sea only to find out it was but a turbulent and yet lifeless sea. He wishes he could have worked with Ethan on a film soundtrack.
Plymouth, in his absence, is turning into the Nusakan Thornwood or at least Sheratan. Also, while Nusakan sounds like a demonym, it's not. It's a star in Corona Borealis, right next to Gemma.
Emma played a bass and sung with the voice of an angel. By that, I mean Ramiel. She used looper pedals on her voice and bass guitar. Her Bob's Burgers spirit animal is Darryl.
There is so much I want to tell you.
I really needed that hug.
I'm not sure what Substrates was because I wasn't able to stay that long. I'm glad I did stay.
I was lucky enough to catch a train upon getting to the station and in a weird sort of "I had to run" way, lucky enough to catch a train upon reaching Downtown Crossing. On the orange line was a man eating a hamburger and it smelled really good. He said you gotta do what you gotta do, and I told him about the time I saw a guy eating an entire pizza on the Green Line.
I told a woman and a man to consider it an honor they're on the last page of my sketchbook though I confess nobody else really interested me. Later a man got on the train, drunk a bit of Bud Light and made a "I just drank a Dirty Frenchman" (which, by the way, is wine and the brine from a jar of olives and it's something you would only drink if you lost a bet) expression.
It's still April 21st somewhere so...
burning question: Barry, is that how you get ants?
Mohammed, a kid from Somalia, was really adamant about having his portrait done and then asked me to draw his mother, Fartun, and then to draw his brother, but his mother said that I wouldn't be able to because she wasn't around. The rest of their conversation was in Somali.
The only restaurant around was El Embajador, which, for those of you who don't habla Español, is Spanish for The Embassador, which is apparently an archaic variant of ambassador and I have no idea why it doesn't just spit out ambassador when I translate Embajador.
I had calamari in rice and beans with plantains on top. I'm not sure they were used to anything but a Hispanophone clientele. But it was good.
I learned that it's easier to follow the news when it's in Spanish (some people got killed in France and Le Pen is making an ass out of herself, but to be frank, she always makes an ass out of herself) than it is in Vietnamese.
At the Green Street Station, which is on the Orange Line counterintuitively, there is the Cyberarts Gallery and they had an exhibit on video games and politics and this included things like Coming Out Simulator (which is exactly like what you'd expect, as an Asian) and Papers Please (which is about being a bureaucrat in a fictional authoritarian quasi-republic) and Sunset (something about labour) and Touchtone (something about surveillance) and This War Of Mine (the consequence of war) and Escape From Woomera (about Australia's treatment of refugees) and Democracy III (head of state simulator) and Yellow Umbrella (a tower defense game about the democracy movement in Hong Kong). While I was there, there was a reception held for a German game maker. The German way of spelling Leah is Lea, I guess. For some reason, I always default to the Italian "Lia." Perfect Woman is about the idea of perfection and being a perfect woman. Being a princess or the secretary-general of the UN is more perfect and more challenging than being a call girl or a street tough.
I've never been beyond Mass Ave on the Orange Line (and on the other direction beyond North Station) so I had no idea how long it was going to take so I timed it. Departure time at Braintree was 4:56 and arrival at DTX was 5:27. I didn't put my departure from DTX time but my arrival time at Green Street was 5:49.
Kali & Ancestors in Training were playing at Downtown Crossing. One of his Ancestors In Training (I know this because I've met Kali before) was playing Radiohead's High And Dry. One of the songs from The Bends. I'm a Radiohead fan but I don't really listen to that album much. I love Planet Telex, Sulk, and Street Spirit, though.
Sam says that he expects the new Atlas Lab album to be released this summer, so I'm hoping by Saint Ajora's Day. Emma doesn't know anything about Sophie Atlas. Alex, Otto, and John weren't around. Since Ashley was working, maybe they were off rescuing Bandit and Auty from a spacetime anomaly. So I know spacetime anomalies are bad and need to be resolved as quickly as possible or else even worse things will happen but please wait until the album's finished, or conscript someone else into doing it.
I think Sam picked the music that played interstitially and before the concert began proper. Nouvelle Vague did a cover of the pop-punk Ever Fallen In Love by The Buzzcocks in a bossa nova French New Wave style. One of the other songs was by Zero 7 and it's not I Have Seen and it's confusing because both bands are like Delerium in that they have guest vocalists in their songs.
Emma speaks French (and a bit of Malagasy) which makes sense because Ashley sometimes reminds me of Emma. I told her I have respect for anyone who speaks an Afro-Asiatic language and described Arabic as what happens if you take English, get rid of all its crazy rules, and then add a new set of crazy rules. It's sort of like Hungarian in that regard, except Hungarian's crazy rules are completely unlike Arabic's and English's.
I tried to draw Emma, had to stop halfway though because she disappeared to freshen up so I drew Sam playing guitar, and then resumed drawing Emma as a mix of before and after. Her hair hung in a helix in front and she had hanging earrings and I thought that made her look a bit like she absorbed Gabriella.
I say this because Seymour Natus is called Seymour Varia in German and when I saw that, I was like "so Seymour absorbed Leah" because the binomial name for the barred owl is Strix varia.
I feel like she probably would remember if she actually saw Gabriella instead of just relying on a name.
Meta Mora could put me to sleep. In a good way, I mean. Meta Mora is Sam. I knew that because I used deduction to figure it out. Sam played on a guitar and effects pedals made it echo out and fade away to the depths of space. The wall projection looked like a television tuned to a dead channel if you pressed your face against the screen in 1984 or like a glitching out television from 2017. The sky above Jamaica Plain was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. Or it would be if it was still the 1980s.
Midisexual (I thought that Emma called it very sexual and I didn't know what she meant by that but leave me out of it. It would probably be like having sex with Sarah Kerrigan) played drone etudes and string symphonies at 1/8 speed, at times minimialistic piano twinkling and slowed organ meditations by Katharine Styreme.
Aly Pierce read poetry about space and stars and distance and quasars to CLOTH's rainstorm, plunking, alien dance music, Strauss remixed, glitched, and distorted.
Ominous Descent played what sounds like the soundtrack to one of Ethan's films, that is to say, a post-apocalyptic western. It featured a lot of reverb on acoustic instruments and a bit of cowbell and ended with finally reaching the sea only to find out it was but a turbulent and yet lifeless sea. He wishes he could have worked with Ethan on a film soundtrack.
Plymouth, in his absence, is turning into the Nusakan Thornwood or at least Sheratan. Also, while Nusakan sounds like a demonym, it's not. It's a star in Corona Borealis, right next to Gemma.
Emma played a bass and sung with the voice of an angel. By that, I mean Ramiel. She used looper pedals on her voice and bass guitar. Her Bob's Burgers spirit animal is Darryl.
There is so much I want to tell you.
I really needed that hug.
I'm not sure what Substrates was because I wasn't able to stay that long. I'm glad I did stay.
I was lucky enough to catch a train upon getting to the station and in a weird sort of "I had to run" way, lucky enough to catch a train upon reaching Downtown Crossing. On the orange line was a man eating a hamburger and it smelled really good. He said you gotta do what you gotta do, and I told him about the time I saw a guy eating an entire pizza on the Green Line.
I told a woman and a man to consider it an honor they're on the last page of my sketchbook though I confess nobody else really interested me. Later a man got on the train, drunk a bit of Bud Light and made a "I just drank a Dirty Frenchman" (which, by the way, is wine and the brine from a jar of olives and it's something you would only drink if you lost a bet) expression.
It's still April 21st somewhere so...
burning question: Barry, is that how you get ants?
