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i'm feeling anachronistic lately.
well. i always do.
now i'm just shifting.
i'd been a bit of a jacobean for the longest time, and i still am, really, in a big world sense. but in a just me sense, i'm suddenly i'm back in the 20s and heading into the depression again. (i have been here before.) i just want to get on a train and ride. i don't feel grounded at all, and i rather like it. there is family, yes, but then there is all this land, and all these roads, and i haven't even worn a hole all the way through my boots yet, and they're over a year old.
i'm listening to bjork's cover of gloomy sunday, and rasputina's the fox in the snow. i just found a band called pinataland which you may or may not like. one website described it as, "pre-WWII orchestral pop with a[n] eye towards the future," if that means anything to you. snippets of historical oddness have always appealed to me, so i'm contractually obliged to enjoy this. they adapted one of john quincy adams' campaign songs, which claimed that pestilence, slavery, and satan would envelop the country if he was not elected, to apply to john kerry. it's delightful. go, listen.
i've finished half of my paper on societal reactions to the mutilation of women in maxine hong kingston's woman warrior and toni morrison's beloved for women in lit. i've written far more than i need in this half, which is nice. editing is more fun than scrambling. perhaps i'll go poke the other half for a bit now. kaitlin is in town. there will be antics later.
well. i always do.
now i'm just shifting.
i'd been a bit of a jacobean for the longest time, and i still am, really, in a big world sense. but in a just me sense, i'm suddenly i'm back in the 20s and heading into the depression again. (i have been here before.) i just want to get on a train and ride. i don't feel grounded at all, and i rather like it. there is family, yes, but then there is all this land, and all these roads, and i haven't even worn a hole all the way through my boots yet, and they're over a year old.
i'm listening to bjork's cover of gloomy sunday, and rasputina's the fox in the snow. i just found a band called pinataland which you may or may not like. one website described it as, "pre-WWII orchestral pop with a[n] eye towards the future," if that means anything to you. snippets of historical oddness have always appealed to me, so i'm contractually obliged to enjoy this. they adapted one of john quincy adams' campaign songs, which claimed that pestilence, slavery, and satan would envelop the country if he was not elected, to apply to john kerry. it's delightful. go, listen.
i've finished half of my paper on societal reactions to the mutilation of women in maxine hong kingston's woman warrior and toni morrison's beloved for women in lit. i've written far more than i need in this half, which is nice. editing is more fun than scrambling. perhaps i'll go poke the other half for a bit now. kaitlin is in town. there will be antics later.
