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| I can barely conceive of the sort of financial pickle that I was in two years ago. I was genuinely considering asking my grandfather for an advance on my inheritance? What the fuck?
Well, two years later and he's been gone for almost six months now. My money situation improved dramatically, then tanked with my recent period of unemployment, and is back on the mend again, but I've realized that there is just so much more to life than worrying about cashflow. My inheritance remains untouched, saved for a rainy day that is hopefully long into the future. Right now, getting back into school is priority one. Followed reasonably closely by replacing this stupid fake tooth o' mine.
Today I was listening to some music, and made me think of the one time in the Boone apartment where I just sort of snuck away into the kitchen, turned up the music and danced in my bathrobe. As far as I'm concerned, that's happiness right there. | | |
| So I dreamed that I somehow got in touch with Liz so that I could find the location of this bar in Charleston. I called her, and after four or five rings, she picked up with a very pissed off "what?" And then I forgot what I wanted to ask her. So there was a completely awkward silence before I just hung up. At some point, I managed to get in touch with Liz's ex, Jason, to find out the location of the bar. I drove over to the bar, went inside, and discovered there was no one there. I don't mean no one there as in it was a slow night. There was physically nothing in the place. It might have been a bar at one point in time, but right now, it was practically a deserted saloon.
And I remember thinking to myself, "Man, if you can't trust people that hate you..."
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| So I'm about to move to another apartment at the end of this month, and I might be moving to Charleston after that, provided I get offered the job I'm pursuing. The big pro of moving is that I'll be able to save a lot of finances, and I'll be in a prime location should I get accepted to MUSC (whose application I received today...it's due in January). The big con is that I'll have to leave Jaye behind, who has become a more important part of my life than I had ever expected. However, I believe that if we're meant to be together, a ninety minute drive won't necessarily mean we'll never be together again.
But enough talk. Album time, and yes, more Moby.
This is Moby's first album. It came out in 1992, when I was ten years old. Needless to say, I wasn't particularly into trance at that point in my life. In fact, the only time I've ever been into trance was a bizarre era around 2001, where I presume I lost my mind completely. I don't understand trance, and my disappointment upon procuring this album was pretty great when I found out that the bulk of it was chilled trance. It makes decent enough ambient music, but beyond that, it was fairly generic. Part of it is the age of the album. When it was released, I'm sure it brought something interesting to the table, but by now, everything on it has been done to death.
I picked it up around the same time as Animal Rights, so you can easily pick up on my disillusionment with Moby.
I was beginning to feel more like Play and 18 were highlights of an otherwise mediocre career, rather than regular achievements of a fantastic artist. That said, his live concert was pretty great.
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Clerks
By Walter Flanagan, Virginia Smith, Kevin Smith, Jeff Anderson, Jason Mewes
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So its past midnight on what is technically Friday morning, and I can't sleep. Its not a "bad" can't sleep, but a "I've had the past two days off, so I've been sleeping until noon" can't sleep. Its a fairly satisfying form of can't sleep, and it may or may not lead me to do some night owling tonight.
People aren't familiar with the Lo Fidelity AllStars, but they've probably heard their single "Battleflag" on the radio at one point or another. That single was what made me buy their first album How to Operate With a Blown Mind back in 1999. It feels a little dark compared to what I listen to now, but its still a fun listen. Their second album, On the Floor at the Boutique, is quite a different album. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that lead vocalist "The Wrecked Train" had ditched the band after their first album. Not only that, but this album was not so much an album of original content, but an hour long club session DJ'ed by the LFAS. The album is wildly uneven, with some of the songs being worth listening to, but all almost incomplete without listening to the album in its entirety. In the end, not the top of my list.
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| So according to the poll results, and most of the pundits, Hillary Clinton swept West Virginia because she had the vote of low-income, non-college educated whites AKA blue-collar workers AKA "normal people".
I'm not sure at what point normal became synonymous with ignorant, but the Hillary campaign is purposefully ignoring that the reason they won is because their voters wouldn't vote for
- a black man
- a purported Muslim
- anyone with the name Hussein
Yeah, Hillary speaks for the common man, provided that the common man is some ignorant racist shit living in the Ozarks. I'm sorry if this comes off as elitist, and I don't believe education is a requisite for everybody, but I do think that in something as important as an election, the lack of ability for people to discover FACTS is appalling.
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