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February 26, 2003

Can't remember what I was

Can't remember what I was so eager to blog about just now, since the page had trouble loading. Yeah, I was going to e-mail Richard again, just to prove how "indulgent" he can be :). I suppose the core of my essay will still be the same, using Larsen to make the case for a demarcation of focalisation, narration and an implied author (or textual intention/meaning). What's changed though, is I'm convinced that in doing so I must not fall into the essentialist trap of arguing for a unitary notion of a text. Hence all the bringing in of Hernstein Smith talking about social interaction and just generally things about how the text is constituted as cultural artifact. The act of interpretation within this schema is dependant on recognising the conventions of the social communication - specifically that the text addresses itself as text rather than as voices within the story world.
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Just uninstalled Norton Antivirus and

Just uninstalled Norton Antivirus and installed Pc-cillin 2003. Surprised by the gain in responsiveness, rather impressed. Worried about the efficacy of the firewall though since it doesn't work by asking for permission by each program, rather is simply screens out known trojans etc. Suppose it's fine, I've never been particularly picky about what's running, even the Real stuff - if I install it, I don't mind giving it access.

Essay is shaping up, but feel the need for small respite, and I'm still waiting for Richard to reply. I suppose my ideas have moved on a bit to include broader ideas about reading - suppose I should read Hernstein Smith again. Might be going out again later to pick up reading for next week. Feel like using the quote from Third Man as the epigraph for my Norse essay. Wonder if Richard remembers me from previous lectures.

Norah Jones isn't quite that evil, it's just the fact that she's so hyped that makes her seem a bit annoying.
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February 24, 2003

Someone or somehow, my stuff

Someone or somehow, my stuff has been clear out of the kitchen spaces and the place actually looks tidy. Iím sure I have Emen to thank, if not the whole bunch of them. I should feel angry like I did last night, because it really isnít anybodyís buisness and I would have confronted rather than given in. The fact that they didnít let me has me a bit ashamed and a bit grateful, though in a way that doesnít want me to show my face.

Iím writing this on Word because bloggerís down for maintenance.

Started smoking again and it really was the boost I needed to send of Richardís e-mail. Throat is sore and I havenít had a proper meal in days. Canít even bring myself to go into the kitchen to experience my shame.

Itís nice having non-Lit friends. Though we might have been stretching for conversation at points it was nice being with Clarissa. Missed talking about the film, but then I could do that with anyone I suppose.

Turned out it was Terry who did the moving. Wonder what to think about that.

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February 23, 2003

I've got to return alot

I've got to return alot of shit tomorrow. Both sets of Angel and Buffy boxed sets and the 2 CD's I've bought. My god those CD's are some of the most anodine half assed elevator music I've heard in a while.
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February 20, 2003

Nothing like a good awards

Nothing like a good awards show to perk you up. The Brits just came on, and watching Kylie perform with Timberlake was pretty fun. Must say I like the sound of Ms. Dynamite. Oh yeah and I heard the Sugababes sort of mangle "Shape of My Heart" by Sting yesterday, someone's fishing for cred... Oh yes and Mahjong is fun fun fun.

Just to mention, I've been to a number of customisable web portals and I think I've found one that puts Yahoo to shame, even the repackaged SBC one. MyWay was concieved largely as a Yahoo killer, and if only for their customised homepage and their (unfortunately US only) TV guide they win hands down in terms of usability and usefulness. They haven't introduced a fantastic e-mail system like Yahoo has and Google and Yahoo still have a better news page, but as a portal, MyWay has alot going for it. In particular if you're on dial-up, they are very bandwidth friendly in not having banner/pop-up ads and images in general unless you request for them. Conveniently situated Google search bar is apparently part of their buisness model - clever. But Opera users like me have a google box in the personal bar already so revenue's going to Opera... (hopefully)

Hate to admit it, but I'm finding MDI probably the best option for supercharged browsing, especially with the keyboard shortcuts for navigation. If I've learnt anything from the whole SDI campaign thing, it's that momentum can be an irresponsible thing. The peace campaigners might want to take notice and have a gander and the rampant fascism here. I'm really not willing write more about that unless someone's really that interested.

Must watch double bill of French Films on Sunday: Ma Femme Est Une Actrice + Read My Lips, City Screen Listings to be found here.

Must buy a mahjong set when I go back to Singapore.
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When you fuck it up

When you fuck it up later do I get my money back?
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February 19, 2003

A bit annoyed that I'm

A bit annoyed that I'm playing shuttlecocks with browsers but I'm back with Opera for a while. Anyway I've just been watching Roswell for the past couple of hours and inevitably after watching a series and having convulsions of the soul for the entirety of the night, I'm in that sentimental place again. Watched the 2nd season Christmas Nazi episode which was particularly moving I thought, the second and third seasons really look substantially better than the first, at least from the episodes I've got. I'm also quite enamoured by the new Kid Rock/Sheryl Crow song, Picture, which can be found on Rollingstone.com - use the Quicktime broadband stream if you can the quality is so much better than WMP for this file for whatever reason.

Bumped into Judith today while walking with Johnny, will try to post the e-mail I send her which will inevitably be one of those :P.

Becoming quite interested in Jonathan Frakes now because he executive produced Roswell. He must have a particular vision to back something like that. Can't say I think too much the Star Trek movies, maybe he should leave the directing to someone else... But he did great cameo's though, in Roswell. I got my episodes of Kazaa - there's a new version of Kazaalite K++ edition - if you don't know what that means it's just the best client for Kazaa around and can be found here. I've been using as my episode reference this page.

Must explain about "marks consciousness".
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February 17, 2003

This is pretty much a

This is pretty much a reaction to Cari having gotten my much delayed mail and threatening to read this.

So yes, for whatever reason, I've not been writing the whole time I was in Chicago, which is probably a function of how happy I am there. What annoys me is the fact that I can't seem to equate work with anything other than making myself not so happy. It seems as if the only thing to be said for work is momentum, at least the work I'm currently doing. The fact that the alternative to school work that I envisage as some other form of writing (such as this blog) is not much different isn't encouraging. Of course management could always beckon...

So yes, would much rather talk about watching Roswell, which is really rather pleasant. It's a pity that there's not more Firefly or Enterprise to be had for the moment. Even though I've watched quite a bit of the first season of Roswell, it's still rather comforting watching the series again, sort of like watching Cold Feet again, though Roswell is probably more pleasant for being less pretensious.

Feel good about having bought the Once and Again boxed set, pity that only season one is out, probably look forward most to watching season 3 again. Especially the whole thing with Grace, as well as the whole thing with Eli's sister. The adults are the angsty boring bits in that season. Which reminds me of what is probably my favorite episode of Buffy, "The Yoko Factor". As anyone reading this for a while would have guessed (Hi, Cari) I don't often go into great detail about my rather random comments unless I really feel the need to, which is really dependant on mood and oppurtunity. And the random skipping of my thoughts. More coherent strings of thoughts etc can probably be found much earlier in the "archived" bits near the beginning before I became that bit more boring.

Shall console myself further by watching more Roswell or taking a nap. Just feel the need to put into context the fact that I watch Roswell. I really like teen drama. Hence the obsession with 80's teen movies. Even like a bunch of the more recent stuff, and to be honest, most Sci-Fi is really so targeted with people of teen maturity/intelligence... Except perhaps Firefly, but firstly that's probably not totally true and secondly we'll never really know since Fox cancelled it. I suppose I should recommend Whedonesque which is a website dedicated to Joss Whedon and his writing, even though the site is pretty hardcore, and Joss-boy himself is really a rather limited writer in many ways and really not much of a director.

Looking forward to Buffy radio coming up on Wednesday. Hope the new CNET Radio Direct isn't as crap as it has been the past couple of days. Brian Cooley really isn't as fun as David Coursey, and the talk is far too news-like and paced.

Gradually realising how much nonsense I was talking in my Larsen essay about focalisation. Looks like it's back to the drawing board on that one. Not that the textual analysis was horrible, but the understanding of narrative is just so lacking. Thank god that's not the one I submitted to Chicago. Really must distract self and eventually reply to Cari. Tinkering with her comp sounds like *fun* but Edinburgh is probably that bit too far for random fun acts of kindness. Could consider sending care packages of lovely pirated (and hence free) software... muahaha... ha.

Oh, by the way, I've just moved back to using Zoom Player for video media playback, which is pretty swanky. It's pretty much just a front-end for stuff you could play in WMP, but with lots more customisation available. Haven't tried it with DVD's but it should work like a charm.
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February 12, 2003

I've moved back to Internet

I've moved back to Internet Explorer. Thanks to Meaya's Popup Ad Filter the experience had been quite good. It's trialware but if you visit this lovely site you'll find a way to get around that. I've only really bought software online once, and that was audiocatalyst back when I was ripping my entire CD collection. Regreted it then and still think it was a waste of cash. Despite the return of some old annoyances with IE the transition has actually been a rather pleasant one, so I'll be sticking with this for awhile. I even got google working through the address bar (instructions can be found in the midst of this page), which is so much better than the clutter of the google toolbar. Am quite annoyed with all the localisation crap that's foisted on you when you set your country/region in Windows. Pretty annoying that you can't change it without changing language and location settings.

Don't feel like writing. Hope I manage to download Bang and Blame from Kazaa.
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February 8, 2003

I've just finished watching 7

I've just finished watching 7 straight episodes of Enterprise. Let's just say it's going well... :P. I don't know, the problem is I don't feel particularly unhappy, on the contrary I'm actually quite contented, and can't really bring myself to face the aggravation of work. Plus it's bloody cold. Washing machines are still spoilt, will have to get Hiaw Khim to call.
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February 7, 2003

What is my fixation with

What is my fixation with women? I've just been watching what might be called a "Hoshi" episode of Enterprise, basically focusing on Hoshi. I was fixated and squealing all the way through it. *sigh*. Hoshi had her inaugural shower scene... got to wear revealing gym gear for alot of it, and managed to let her hair fall for most of it. I suppose what was also so interesting about it was the fact that the episode was also a Pincher Maritn rip, where Hoshi experienced a couple of days in the 8 seconds she was caught in the pattern buffer of the transporter. Curious all these coincidences creating a web of signs around us.

Still not working, just feel so relaxed and away from it all, I just want to mong my life away. But yes, Hoshi. Mmmmmm...
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How fantastic to type this

How fantastic to type this in a space that's not 800x600. Listening to Michelle Branch now. Fantastic stuff, bought her unreleased first album, called Broken Bracelet and it's amazing. If anything it's more moving than Spirit Room. Got it from her personal website here. Got to e-mail her dad at the same time which is pretty cool.

Torn now about whether I'll eventually get an LCD or a CRT. The static image quality on Hiaw Khim's screen is fantastic depite it being a pretty cheap screen. Luckily no dead pixels that are glaringly noticable as well. And no adjusting for the image to fill up the screen. And I really don't use up that much screen real-estate. 1024x768 should be enough for me. But then if I want room to grow the 19 inch CRT's still a pretty good idea.

Shall succumb to watching Enterprise in a minute, but was really struck by what I suppose I'd call the parable of "Broken Bracelet" in Michelle Branch's album. She has a little story explaining the origin of the album name. Just the presentation of it, as a kind of parable, like the one in the Trial and the one in Hammett, was just so striking, like one of Wesley's "eureka" moments. ("He actually goes "Eureka"?"). Basically these inside stories which are meant to be some tantalising glimpse into meaning. Again I keep coming back to the Derrida thing about communication and the deferment of meaning. Guess I'm destined to be a bit more of a failed academic then.
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Fuck me it can get

Fuck me it can get cold here. It's better today, but yesterday was pretty miserable. Thing is the washing machines downstairs are broken as well, so I haven't been able to do my promised laundry. Downloading Firefly and Enterprise has been going well, most of it is on disc already. Made a copy of Valmont for Sulin, shall have to find a way to get it to her. Must remember to send off transcript for U Chicago. Migration to Outlook is going well, and it's making using Yahoo bearable despite the spam. And when I stop using the York imap account I should have less pop up warnings. Seem to feel less like writing here. Not been doing work, just been fiddling with the comp. Might try using the http tunneling thing when I get back to york. Hope it doesn't get me banned. Pleasantly surprised that my old Iomega CD-writer is doing so much better than my brother would like to think. It's even overburning properly which is pretty cool. Might actually end up using the 150 stack of CD-R's.
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February 5, 2003

Kazaa is a miraculous thing.

Kazaa is a miraculous thing. And so incidentally is massive amounts of storage - I'm getting quite a bit of mileage out of the 80 gig drive I got for the computer here. Must remember to make copy of Valmont for Sulin. Flight wasn't horrible, if a bit sick making. Had no trouble at immigration this time, seems as if they might have lightened up on entry by Singaporeans. Maybe not. They did seem to be breezing through people though. Didn't watch a single feature on the plane, which I suppose I've not done for a while. Got some sleep and read FHM and the Economist.

Setting up my network again was much less hassle than I thought it would be, hope the router doesn't flake on me again. Considering reinstalling a firewall on my notebook, probably Sygate. Migrated to Outlook, which is a bit bumpy, but overall not too annoying, if you don't consider having to rebuild my address book a setback. At least the yahoo filtered spam can be redirected more easily. Feeling quite tired. Should do my laundry tomorrow.

Gaby the giraffe is rather cute, but not quite in the way I remembered her from the shop window.
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February 4, 2003

Turns out that I didn't

Turns out that I didn't actually waste money on my flight by ordering from BMI. Hope it goes okay, wonder if I'll have to go to ticketing before checking in. The ticket from BMI was just 249 while NYS was doing it for a about 290, though they probably could have offered me another flight for less. It's just that SIA is also Star Alliance which is nice. Along with United.

I got a 70 for my 1900-1950's. Woo fucking hoo. As I've heard Jared having said, a first is a first. Just wondering which of the other people in that group got the other 3 (significantly higher) firsts. Angela I think I can understand, but off the top of my head I can't really remember who else would have done well from that seminar. Probably no one particularly good looking. Well there was the stoner dude and that guy who used to smoke with me that I can remember. The latter probably did well. But yeah no one quite the level of radiating sex as Canadian girl (as I discovered today) in Fiction and Narrative. It must be the whole thing with the sort of tousled hair and sort of blank look.

Was just telling Johnny how well we've been trained by now not to waffle in seminar. Richard is an effective guy at whipping people into shape. I must say I was suitably impressed by the clarity and brevity of what people were talking about today. But it was generally a more congenial seminar anyway since talking about media isn't really our "thing". "Where is my mind?" Love the whole thing about Fight Club, and talking about my Star Wars novel with a soundtrack, pity I didn't bring up things like computer games. Was just generally in a good mood anyway after getting my results. And Richard seemed in a good mood as well. I suppose if I was being charitable about him and that woman, she must be the object of nostalgia all that faffy nonsense she goes on about - she's not really been picked on by him, and hence still seems to go on a bit. Smack my bitch up, that's what I say.

Quite proud of having done so much stuff today, even got my NUS card. Bought a nice copy of the Economist for light reading on the plane :). Been having delusions of e-mailing Judith Woolf, but think I've calmed down since. Edel's not handed in her essay yet, but I suppose she's not as annoying in sending Mary e-mails as I am wont to be. Feel bad about telling her about it. Resolve to e-mail Cari. Looking forward to Buffyradio tomorrow when I get to Chicago. Hope the set up of the LAN and the router doesn't cause problems. Got to start moving all my porn off the computer there to download Firefly, hopefully some Enterprise as well. Remember to bring back CDR's (should ask Michel if he wants some), Michelle Branch CD, Vanessa Carlton, various CD's, DVD's etc. Wonder if I should bother bringing stuff over from here. Probably not, will most likely just stuff dirty laundry to pad my books and papers. All this is sort of pointless anyway since I hardly read over my blog entries anyway. I'd hate to have to edit all of this stuff.
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February 3, 2003

So not only have I

So not only have I been a bit of a raw nerve the past couple of days, today, going out to get my seminar readings was a particularly Lost Highway moment. Night-time with sort of humming burnished skies, peculiar; and having to walk through all that mud in more or less sleeping attire with a coat; turning back and going round. There are still times when wandering round Spring Lane is still some freaky/spooky shit.

Not yet sleeping, didn't tell my parents I was flying off, wonder if my overdraft will be okay. Sort of worried about my result coming out tomorrow, won't really feel the anxiety again till later I think. Have to make a list of what to do tomorrow. Check for rest of readings. Return Bordwell. Get NUS card and bring proof of student status. Buy/collect tickets. Do laundry. Photocopy Kureishi article. Pack Sight and Sound and Lost Prince.
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Been very involved in my

Been very involved in my campaign to save SDI in Opera, hence the lack of updates for all of a day... I've started a blog for it, which you can find here. Quite exciting that I got mentioned by the Inquirer, even though they slanted the story to the extent of getting it wrong, but they sort of fixed it, and it's pushing a bunch of traffic to my thread on the forums. The link to the Inq can be found in my other blog, as can the links to the forums and my petition.

A bit disappointed that none of the other news sites has picked up the story. Pity really, but at least the Inquirer was quite a coup.

The change of reading by Richard was quite good, even though it deals much more with the text than with film/media. Very incisive on Kafka, ripe for me to rip apart. Really starting to see similarities with the Trial and Passing. Norse essay is in a state of being optimistic, though I'll have to wait till I'm in Chicago to really work on it more.

Thinking of food.
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February 1, 2003

I suppose I'm still reeling

I suppose I'm still reeling a bit from the whole CNET radio closure thing. I think what one of the analysts said was true, that another voice in the industry has been silenced. I suppose it makes me reconsider what I suppose can be rather puerile ideals of economic efficiency in people losing jobs, especially when it happens to people you know and it affects you. Even if they're many miles away and people over the radio. I had just been reacting the day before to David Coursey saying that all the outsourcing to foreign countries of technology jobs was something that could be contained by tariffs. I suppose unlike myself, he reacted both out of a recognition of what was happening to himself, what was happening to his colleagues, and what was happening to his industry and the friends he has in that industry. Who can say to someone like that, and other people in that position, as they did in Shooting the Past, that they no longer make economic sense? And yet even Poliakoff seemed to recognise the inevitability of it, that the desperation and the search for redemptive action and behaviour has a certain primacy and is in a sense so fundamental to that experience of change. Again another document of the moment of flux, of change, of the movement from one frame of perception to another.
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I wonder whether Woody Allen

I wonder whether Woody Allen really meant it when his character said that "comedy, is tragedy plus time". A space shuttle just failed to land, it probably scattered all over texas. I don't suppose I have any particular attachment to the shuttle or anything to do with space, but I'm still sentimental, and I just woke up to discover this. An article can be found here. I go to two places when I'm looking for news, Yahoo, and Google.

I really like Crimes and Misdemeanours, which where the quote above came from. Always sort of appreciated his homage to Bergman in everything he did, until I realised what a joke it was. I wonder if the Holy Grail titles are meant to be a joke on that. But yes that quote, even though it's associated with a figure of scorn in the film, has always sort of stuck with me. I'm just thinking of the X-Files episodes that dealt with the Challenger shuttles from earlier on, and how that must have been recieved. George Harrison is still dead.
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Someone should invent headphones, and

Someone should invent headphones, and I mean proper headphones - not earbuds, that don't pinch specs into the side of your head. I suppose some that don't require that elasticity to stay in place. But that will have to wait till I have something to eat.
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More people in need to

More people in need to being lampooned, poet laureates' my ass. Not to say that the Bush administration is any better, "believes it would be inappropriate to turn a literary event into a political forum" as if it could be anything else... But I suppose here is where I wear my hypocrite hat and say, people who study the "humanities" should know better (at least better than politicians, but that's still me as hypocrite), ''I think there was a general feeling that the current administration is not really a friend of the poetic community and that its program of attacking Iraq is contrary to the humanitarian position that is at the center of the poetic impulse''. Humanitarian position my ass. Whose poetry have you been reading fuck-head? To be honest, with the Bush admin, it's almost par for the course, but for this so called "poet laureate" to assert something like that is just irresponsible. You have your own political views, great, attributing it to the "poetic impulse" is (not to put too fine a point on it) wrong. Listening to Spong talk about his own personal fuck-head in his seminar group makes me all the less kindly to that kind of faffy-ness. Thank god for Cari. Not that I think she'd particularly agree with me, but at least I know she's not talking out her ass.

Whinging is hungry making work. But then so are so-called "self-conscious" detractions. Party to my own object of scorn. Blah.

Don't think I quite appreciate as much as I should the subtlety of that season premiere of the Soprano's that dealt with the Twin Towers is such an oblique manner, very much in the manner of collecting responses in the lives that are in so many ways untouched by what happened. Addressing a political event head on in a literary work I suppose is fine (see bottom of article), whatever, but then what differentiates it from the limp polemicism of a political diatribe: which is what these inevitably end up being - if only because their aesthetic becomes contaminated by the directness of their representation.

And those idiots on the West Wing, basically caving in after what happened, saying "we're just actors - we know nothing of politics". Entirely contrary to their artistic (or at least Aaron Sorkin's) agenda up to that point. If you're caving in because you believe your own rhetoric about force and the protection of you citizenry by force, say so, don't dress it up in being coy about your own impulses, however unpopular they are in your milieu.

Like I said, fuck-heads. Bunch of related articles can be found here.
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I'm just finding writing now

I'm just finding writing now very much comforting, so you'll forgive me for keeping going for at least a bit more. I think I've really sold REM short on New Adventures in Hi-Fi, though it might just be me being sentimental at the moment. How the West Was Won is actually a remarkable almost-transfiguration of the ur-song of Monster. Keyboard riff is fantastic - if I was a shitty music journalist, I'd say it's hypnotic. But I suppose really it's the continual dialogue between the guitar and keyboard that makes the counterpoint so poignant. Of course by now it's Wake-Up Bomb, so mood's shifted slightly, even by the end of that sentence. So what, the putting down of words itself is subject to the variations of the moment? I suppose I'm just sick of analysing other people's writing, wish I could just read my own and revel in it. But how to put meaning and purpose into each syllable? Other than the purpose and meaning that is constitutive of Me.

I just revel as well in the timbre of Michael Stipe's voice, plaintive and open, raw and almost out of control. It's like the bang and blame video, you almost feel he's flubbing the line, when it's still so clearly sung.

Fuck, Li Peng just came up to tell me to turn it down. Suppose Spong's sub really isn't the best thing for the middle of saturday morning. I always wondered if he was annoyed by the noise. Well there's no longer a radio show to play in the middle of the night. And right now the definition of the bass and the sharpness of the treble in my earphones is incredibly pleasant. One thing I'm rather ambivalent towards is all this "commentary" in music about "society" the particular leper of which seems to be talk-show hosts ala-Springer. That whole Barry Williams show thing by Peter Gabriel has put me off him forever. Pettish and not particularly insightful - full of righteous angst and affectation. Pretty much as bad as the Alanis Morissette school of lyric writing. Music is actually great, but decides that lyrics need not have any transcendant relationship to that music. And it's not even that you can't write bad lyrics, it's just if you do, don't foreground it so much in the song.

And Spike Lee going off on one at BET. What's that about? It's not that I disagree, and I think he's quite right as an influential figure to critique his own community (unlike Bill Cosby on the Osbournes, which is just annoyingly unperceptive); it's just that Spike Lee looks so smug and the sentiment of him doing it just strikes me as being so proprietary and parochial.
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Must say the scrolling in

Must say the scrolling in Opera 7 final can be as smooth as shit from a duck's ass.

One of the last tracks of Star is playing now, Untogether. I can't say why, maybe it's because it's a love song, of the rarity that occurs in alt-rock, but right now it's so incredibly moving. And over. In fact a large part of the end of this album in fantastic in that light. Lots of people write about honesty and how personal songs can be, but some of Tanya Donelly's stuff is really just open without being un-genuine.

Still think that fucker from last night is, well, a fucker. God damn those people were sad-deserving to be shot.
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Oh yeah, I suppose I

Oh yeah, I suppose I should mention that CNET radio's gone belly up, which is rather upsetting. I suppose they were right not to drag out the fact that they knew it was all ending, but it was quite a shock, there suddenly being a "final" Anchordesk on the Air. David Coursey's rather readable columns can be found at Anchordesk. It's not even that he's that good, other than being, as I said, readable, he was just very personable on the radio and handled the format well, which has more to do with it I think. It was never that you got that much hard news or biting commentary from his show, it was more like a leisurely cogitation on things that were happening, really part of the process of digesting information, having people react to it. And it was a good thing to listen to as you were falling asleep to. Which for me does not necessarily mean anything bad at all. Used to listen to all my new albums, especially the ones I liked, by falling asleep to them. Particularly so with Mariah, with the first and second albums, keeping Tony awake.

I don't know why I can't seem to write more than a paragraph without moving on to another topic. As it is I tend to just change tack in the middle of the paragraph, I wonder whether I'm leaving something out, or whether that's all I really want to say, that saying too much just isn't quite right. I suppose there's something of Borges' pith that strikes me as very ripe for emulation. I say it's really so telling that I still think quite well of Judith Woolf despite her being rather stand-offish. I'm really doomed to admire people who treat me like shit. Motherfuckers.
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Bizarre night last night. Had

Bizarre night last night. Had the Chinese New Year dinner thing with Edel and posse. It was okay, nothing special. Fish was nice. Came back, played bridge with Spong, Edel and Clarissa. After which the weirdness sets in.

I'm being judgemental but you know, hello, it's me. Went over to one of the Hickleton houses where it was a bunch of Malaysians and Chinese nationals. Hoping to play tai ti, since Lisa was there. They broke into groups and had a snowball fight. They attempted to organise themselves into groups beforehand. Okay fine, for a lot of them it was their first time seeing snow etc. but the quality of their playing was just quite different from the people in my house. I suppose I'm just being grouchy and sour in my old age. Getting pelted with snow and being wet and cold is not quite as fun as a nice round of bridge. I should get green fur and a trashcan. Worm for a friend. I suppose all that was okay, but after that they decided to have more organised fun. I really can't help but think of them as being... I suppose provincial is the best way of putting it. Garg. Won't say it wasn't amusing, but well.

On a more significant note, listening to Belly now, which is always good. It's a pity they broke up. I suppose I should try listening to a Tanya Donelly album, just afraid it'll be too slow and draggy I suppose, without the rest of the band. I actually like King, probably grown on me better than Star has aged. Suppose it's about time I bought Pixies albums. Going to watch the Mary Luckhurst comedy revue thing, sounds like fun.

Almost forgot to mention, I suppose what really annoyed me (which I admit was still an amused kind of annoyance) was the fuck-head who was organising the whole thing - he seemed nice and all, think his name was Matthew. He seemed to look askance at my rather reasonable and I would think pleasant enough demurring to join them in the snow. He also made rather throw-away comments about Singaporeans in general. Apparently he studied in S'pore in secondary school. Can't say I could tell. I suppose the best vengeance I could wreak upon him would be the fact that when I was in his room to put my coat and fuck around while they were in the snow, I couldn't help but notice the rather earnest and militant sounding christian rock being belted out from his CD player. Fuck-head. And he had a Matrix screen-saver. Smiting him would just be too kind.
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