The Archives
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06.23.08The Urbane versus The ProfaneSerendipitously enough--well, serendipitous to me and me alone because over the past week (and owing the fact that I have only the most intermittant access to the internet these days) I have been re-watching various STELLA goodies and listening to Me Talk Pretty One Day on CD--Michael Ian Black is attempting a literary feud of sorts with David Sedaris, which means that my dreams tonight will be pleasantly replete with tandem bicycles and Intro French vocab.
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03.23.08GLASS IT UP!There is nothing that exasperates me more1 than having someone speak to me while I am trying to listen to This American Life; when I listen to the radio, I am listening to the radio and doing nothing else--sipping some tea or nibbling on shortbread, perhaps, but really, doing nothing else--I simply do not have the cognitive capacity to truly process complex aural information2 if I am the least bit distracted by anything else--I have tried to catch up with Ira Glass while baking or reading or soundlessly practising guitar fingerings and I have discovered that any other task is ...
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02.11.08Phew!Finally, after almost three years, Pandora is properly pandering (heh) to my lousy musical tastes; my Mirah radio station is serving up gem after gem, a good twenty minutes have passed with nary a thumbs down, and I'm finding myself more than content in gentle lo-fi grandeur (no, "lo-fi grandeur" is not an oxymoron--I know what I mean), and by the by who knew that Mirah was queer--tfti, Wikipedia!