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The blog of a bibliophile / gamer / comic fangirl / cork dork / foodie....with occasional Seattle happenings sprinkled throughout.
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Mon Sep 22
Fri Sep 19

Reactions to Sarah Palin’s church’s “Pray away the Gay” retreat

This is only a snippet…he did some stuff that seemed a lot more complicated. Either way, I liked it.

As I walked up Pike after work the other night I heard a catchy rythm. It got louder until I realised it was just one guy on a corner with a few cymbols, a drum, and some random percussion instruments in front of him. I wanted to stop and listen, but at the time I didn’t have any cash to tip him with, and I enjoyed the music enough that I actually wanted to. Thankfully he was back tonight. I had a dollar, and he (Josh)  was nice enough to let me take a video and some pics. His CD is called Beatstick Orion. Next time I’ll bring $5 and get one. The whole time we chatted he continued what seemed to me a pretty complex percussion sequence.

As I walked up Pike after work the other night I heard a catchy rythm. It got louder until I realised it was just one guy on a corner with a few cymbols, a drum, and some random percussion instruments in front of him. I wanted to stop and listen, but at the time I didn’t have any cash to tip him with, and I enjoyed the music enough that I actually wanted to. Thankfully he was back tonight. I had a dollar, and he (Josh)  was nice enough to let me take a video and some pics. His CD is called Beatstick Orion. Next time I’ll bring $5 and get one. The whole time we chatted he continued what seemed to me a pretty complex percussion sequence.

Wed Sep 17

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold

I’ve owned William Butler Yeats’ selected poems for a few years, and regrettably rarely looked at it. When I picked it off the shelf and opened it at random today, it fell to one of my favorite poems from High School. It’s also one of the few poems I actually know by him.

The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;

Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out

When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,

Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it

Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again; but now I know

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

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Wed Sep 10
Mon Sep 8
I’m midway through the  collected comic. I finally bought season one of the game at PAX, only to have trouble installing it. Very frustrating. Some kind of error…but when I try to find help online, all my google searching points to vista errors. That might be good though, I’ll probably have the comic finished by the time I play the game. So far, it’s highly irregular, with a lot of non sequitur elements and tongue in cheek meta jokes, such as Max being asked where he keeps his gun, since he wears no clothes. His reply? “None of your damn business.”

I’m midway through the  collected comic. I finally bought season one of the game at PAX, only to have trouble installing it. Very frustrating. Some kind of error…but when I try to find help online, all my google searching points to vista errors. That might be good though, I’ll probably have the comic finished by the time I play the game. So far, it’s highly irregular, with a lot of non sequitur elements and tongue in cheek meta jokes, such as Max being asked where he keeps his gun, since he wears no clothes. His reply? “None of your damn business.”