:: a.whisper.in.water ::

:: Wednesday, November 20, 2002 ::

The internet is a steaming pile of crap, and thusly reflects the grim underbelly of the world in binary. spam sucks.

So, I've largely given up on working for myselef, and figure I'll just work for others for the time being, which ought to cause this to be a short little post from the physics lounge. I'm on a refreshing amount of sleep; from now on, it's out at 2. Or maybe not, but that's a good time to sleep and feel pretty damn good when you wake up at 10:30. I give up, as it were. The Rio goes back, as soon as I get time to figure out how. Royally bombed a physics test, stressed my way through yesterday. Life is, and there's no getting away from it, and I hate bitching, so let it be. Pants finally got eaten. None escape unscathed. I'm done.

Been listening to a lot of Floyd; the small laugh right before "you shone like the sun" is among my favorite moments in modern music. By contrast, parts 6 & 8 of Shine On You Crazy Diamond are, as it were, porn music. Gotta remember to check my copy of I'm Only Sleeping when I get back...my new CD player tells me it skips, but how reliable is that? How fucking hard is it to get something that will play music continously, uninterrupted, and well? To be fair, it's not doing badly with "Zooropa," an underappreciated album if there ever was one. Stay (Faraway, So Close!) keeps surprising me. When I was a kid, it was always that-song-after-Lemon-which-is-not-as-ridiculous-as-Lemon. It's got a bitchin' video for good measure.

I love fancy stereophonics. I love overproduction. I love swirly shit running around the back of my head. I love atmospherics bouncing back and forth. I love little noises like secrets that no one else knows because everyone else ignored them. I love custom EQ settings. I love secret tracks. Music comprised of nothing but this would probably suck, though.

Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday's alright...


:: Aziz 8:31 PM [+] ::
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