How will I escaaaape from memories of "Rent"???

I now know why I felt I was in an alternate universe. I was. And now that I have looked upon a glowing product of the American Theater industry, and found it almost meritless, I am convinced that I would not belong with either pole of the great society (if it is even worthy of such a dated, legislative apellation). No, not with the crazy ass, agnostic fair trade activists, nor with flab-jabbering, pro-fetus, rapturous reactionaries. Oh well.

Specifically, my complaints upon viewing said film were as follows:

1: Musically, I found, to my astonishment, that it is actually possible to over-use vocal harmony.

2: Aside from the demonically modern, and therefore awful, music, there really wasn't much to it.

3: As a result of this, I found each and every character/plot point inherently unengaging.

4: Writing music that sounds like it came from the bowels of Satan is not a good way to promote anti AIDS campaigns.

Phew.

Poesye

The Steamy Beast.

It rips across a surface now
In a wilderness of tyrant demon rage,
Harrying now here, now where, it is not known,
Collapsing all who stand, who linger on to toil
Above their comrades that have fled below.
He (for so it may be called) roars and spits a burst of foulest hiss
Into the treacherous air that, rather than rejecting, striking down,
Now elevates, now raises high the steaming, gaseous welt
That screams up then to new ethereal climes.
In brief, it is a scourge, so loose and potent of a type
That only mother dear may lift it up, despite its hateful gripe.

...Would you believe it? This is actually about a clothes iron.

The beginning of a beautiful, if slightly biased in my favor, friendship

I'm liking Mr. Davies more and more as I get to know him. Of course he's given me a few outlines, but I have yet to discover the particulars of his adventures in the New World. 'Till then, I'll be mightily anticipatory.

Today was like most Tuesdays. I usually get more concrete work done when I don't have an entirely free day. Today was a bit of an exception. Oh well.

Worked on more lovely little German vibraphone pieces mit Dave. The current one is called "Bauernlied," or, Farmersong. I now have temporarily bendy vibe mallets with which to dampen zhe notes as they are supplanted by younger ones in the great sphere of time, no matter how fleeting.

Recently I watched a documentary on Al Jazeera called "Control Room." It was a fascinating view of recent (who needs to mention them?) events within the Middle East from a mostly Arab perspective. It confirms many a suspicion. There were also many frustrated western journalists not content to wear khaki glasses while appraising the facts. God further their endeavors.