Still (sur)Rendering

Lazy kind of day

at the end of August, I'm heading to the coast to catch an Eddie Izzard performance. If you've never heard of this man, do yourself a favour - rent/buy/borrow/steal a copy of "Dress To Kill". The funniest, smartest comedian around. And he wears great heels, too. M. and I watched his HBO special a few years ago and promised ourselves we'd do whatever it took to see his show live. A few more nights on the street corner and we'll be able to afford the tickets. heh.

sometime in January (I really should get the exact dates), M. and I head to Vegas for the International Consumers Electronics show/convention. Darwin confession #4: I'm a gadget freak. M. is not fully aware of my infatuation. If it lights up, has pretty colours and/or a power button, I want it. I don't even have to know how to use it, just let me play with it. i.e. my remote control. And this isn't even the living room-main entertainment-unit remote! This is just the one we use in the bedroom!! We're fools, I know.

watched "Contact" again. I've seen this movie countless times. While I prefer the book (as usual, yes?) the movie is still great. I'm itching to get to our new place where my new telescope is waiting (go go gadget girl!!). It's terrific for beginners and is better than my old one; plus I think the kids (both of whom love space/astronomy subjects) will like using it too.

balance, peace, spirit, direction, infinity: now all I have to do is combine them into one small symbol and I'll have the tattoo design I will eventually get. Might try throwing respect or love in, too. Good luck, Dar. pfft.

from Hesse's Steppenwolf:

From a dance hall there met me as I passed by the strains of lively jazz music, hot and raw as the steam of raw flesh. I stopped a moment. This kind of music, much as I detested it, had always had a secret charm for me. It was repugnant to me, and yet ten times preferable to all the academic music of the day. For me too, its raw and savage gaiety reached an underworld of instinct and breathed a simple honest sensuality.
I stood for a moment on the scent, smelling this shrill and blood-raw music, sniffing the atmosphere of the hall angrily, and hankering after it a little too. One half of this music, the melody, was all pomade and sugar and sentimentality. The other half was savage, tempermental and vigorous. Yet the two went artlessly well together and made a whole. It was the music of decline. There must have been such music in Rome under the later emperors.

A friend, Bryan, once told me that he listened to and played only 'hardcore' jazz. I think I may have laughed and teased him about that phrase, then. This passage puts it in a new perspective. An apology may be in order.

more later

soundtrack: Slade - "Run Runaway"

Still (sur)Rendering All great truths begin as blasphemies. George Bernard Shaw
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: all of the above Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook There is nothing to read here. The content is over there, to your right. I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.		2003-07-26 2:46 PM alittleofthis alittleofthat Lazy kind of day at the end of August, I'm heading to the coast to catch an Eddie Izzard performance. If you've never heard of this man, do yourself a favour - rent/buy/borrow/steal a copy of "Dress To Kill". The funniest, smartest comedian around. And he wears great heels, too. M. and I watched his HBO special a few years ago and promised ourselves we'd do whatever it took to see his show live. A few more nights on the street corner and we'll be able to afford the tickets. heh. sometime in January (I really should get the exact dates), M. and I head to Vegas for the International Consumers Electronics show/convention. Darwin confession #4: I'm a gadget freak. M. is not fully aware of my infatuation. If it lights up, has pretty colours and/or a power button, I want it. I don't even have to know how to use it, just let me play with it. i.e. my remote control. And this isn't even the living room-main entertainment-unit remote! This is just the one we use in the bedroom!! We're fools, I know. watched "Contact" again. I've seen this movie countless times. While I prefer the book (as usual, yes?) the movie is still great. I'm itching to get to our new place where my new telescope is waiting (go go gadget girl!!). It's terrific for beginners and is better than my old one; plus I think the kids (both of whom love space/astronomy subjects) will like using it too. balance, peace, spirit, direction, infinity: now all I have to do is combine them into one small symbol and I'll have the tattoo design I will eventually get. Might try throwing respect or love in, too. Good luck, Dar. pfft. from Hesse's Steppenwolf: From a dance hall there met me as I passed by the strains of lively jazz music, hot and raw as the steam of raw flesh. I stopped a moment. This kind of music, much as I detested it, had always had a secret charm for me. It was repugnant to me, and yet ten times preferable to all the academic music of the day. For me too, its raw and savage gaiety reached an underworld of instinct and breathed a simple honest sensuality. I stood for a moment on the scent, smelling this shrill and blood-raw music, sniffing the atmosphere of the hall angrily, and hankering after it a little too. One half of this music, the melody, was all pomade and sugar and sentimentality. The other half was savage, tempermental and vigorous. Yet the two went artlessly well together and made a whole. It was the music of decline. There must have been such music in Rome under the later emperors. A friend, Bryan, once told me that he listened to and played only 'hardcore' jazz. I think I may have laughed and teased him about that phrase, then. This passage puts it in a new perspective. An apology may be in order. more later soundtrack: Slade - "Run Runaway" Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top