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Listen to the music: No I don’t want to hear it
Four hundred and sixty. That’s how many cds were stolen, four hundred and sixty: 407 pop, et. al., and 53 classical. Of those, I replaced 276 of the stolen pop, and 22 of the stolen classical—which...
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Oh write me a beacon so I know the way
dmf is an enabler. He turned me on to Wallander, which third series I just finished watching. Okay, note: here be spoilers. Yes, my weakness for police procedurals was fed by the mischievous dmf, who...
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Take it easy
Another dream about Madison. It was so vivid, but, of course, it’s now all faded. I was in Madison, with T., in the Union (which, of course, was nothing like the actual Union) and near Lake Mendotat...
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Listen to the music: It’s as easy to learn as your ABC
Oy, what a mess. I have arranged and re-arranged and re-arranged yet again (and again and again. . .) how I organize my cds. When they were still all in their jewel cases they were kept on a homemade...
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All I ever needed was the music, and the mirror
When I was a young ‘un I was all about performing. Give me a stage and I’m on it, a light and I’m in it, and a chance to shine shine shine, and I’m takin’ it. A full-length mirror in my bedroom, a...
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You can’t go on, thinkin’ nothing’s wrong
Two things. One, I hate Google Drive. Maybe if it worked I wouldn’t hate it, but it’s not working so I hate it. Two, I don’t know if this is depressing in and of itself or for its utter lack of...
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All things weird and wonderful, 36
Why do we sing? Why do we dance? Why paint and hop around and declaim in pentameter and chop stones into bodies and trees into ravens and how can people become so naked in themselves so as to become...
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Listen to the music: 99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer
Clearly, this woman is more energetic than I am. Or more obsessive. When I decided to listen to all of my cds in alphabetical order, I never considered reviewing each and every one. Okay, maybe I did,...
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And I know things now
Modernity is dead is in a coma. Okay, not modernity—modernity is still kickin’—but my medieval/modern project to suss out the beginnings of modernity, yeah, that’s on life support. I’ll probably never...
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Keep on keepin’ on
I am a terrible, terrible guitar player. It’s why I keep playing. Makes sense, right? Why do something well when you can suck? I’d rather not suck. I’d rather that everything I do, I do well. I’d also...
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Everybody knows the deal is rotten, 19
When I was younger—much younger—I thought I’d get the kind of job I could really throw myself into, an all-encompassing career that would provide me with all of the pleasure and meaning I could want...
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Listen to the music: And when I’m dead
Listen to the music is dead; long live Listen to the music. Okay, so I had this idea to listen to all of my alt-blues-jazz-pop-punk (i.e., whatever wasn’t classical) cds from A to Z. I hadn’t really...
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Is there anybody out there?
Hello! Long time, no see! I’ve been away for a bit, and not for anything urgent or tragic or earth-shattering or delightful or infuriating or, really, anything other than ordinary life. I was...
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It’s like catching snow on my tongue
Gene Wilder died. I liked him, liked his movies, and understand why more avid fans are distressed at the thought that all he’s ever done is all he’ll ever do. I also understand why some like to imagine...
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The sailor who can read the sky
How nice to not dread teaching. I’ve mentioned this course before: Politics & Culture. I’m on the 4th version of it, and think I’ll be able to stick with this for quite awhile. The first (women and...
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In the sky a broken flag, children wave and raise their arms
Not quite on my feet, but getting there; to steal from myself: So let me, uncharacteristically, respond to anger with affection, even love: This is my city; this is New York City. It is big and it is...
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No time for dancing, or lovey dovey
I’ve never been accused of optimism. Well, okay, I was a happy happy kid, likely to believe that the Good will out, but nothing like a bout of life to kick the stuffing out of such positivity. That...
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My students did not sign up for 28 days of cursing. I’m teaching American government this semester, the first time in 5 1/2 years, and I pretty much don’t mention the current occupant of the White...
View ArticleDo you hope to find new ways of doing better than your worst
I could just as easily led this off with any number of “Hello. . . ” lyrics, for any of you left reading this. It’s been awhile, yeah. Sorry about that. Truly, I am. It’s taken me years to get more...
View ArticleI try to imagine another planet, another sun
JT introduced me to Rickie Lee Jones back in Sellery A. Those were the days of vinyl and hanging out between classes and Terri, Terri, you gotta listen to this, the needle placed just so on the first...
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