Meet me in the desert.

Voting begins now and ends in 2 minutes.

Swimming! I went swimming! Well, almost, I just sorta waded around the pool, I don't think I even did a lap.

So how come when I first heard "Harder Better Faster Stronger" on TV, I thought "so *this* is the fantastic stuff off the much-loved Discovery!" but when I downloaded the mp3, I listened once and never wanted to hear it again? The mind works in mysterious ways. Now downloading: "One More Time".

Just thought about last night's Futurama again. It was *poignant*.

Anthony: You have exposed the inherent problems in not being able to moderate my own blog. And I'm calm now. Take your Great Dane elsewhere. (it wasn't Hamlet, was it?)

James thinks I NEED MORE HANLE Y-ESQUE CAPS. Rainy concurs. I, however, disagree: lowercase is softer on the eyes.

Interactive TV: Where is it? I'm certain we were meant to have it by now. Or is the 3rd world just lagging behind and you people overseas can choose with your remotes how much eyeshadow the CNN lady should be sporting?

"Hot Shots II" is easy-listening music for a warm summer's night, stretched out on a pew perched on the rings of Saturn, watching celestial events all while sipping pan galactic gargle blasters.

and re: the lyrics to "Following Through", the lyrical perspective seems quite hard to pin down- at first it's maybe wistful, thinking about a relationship that never really came to fruition and wondering what might've been. Then the chorus suggests a triumphant defiance but in the final line it changes to a kind of resigned, graceful defeat ("I'm just following through"). I like this apparent confusion.

Could Josh or anyone else fill this in for me: "When I was ten, I had this book of modern fighterplanes, with F15s and ---(part I can't hear properly)---Ocean City girls on the boardwalk singing 'oh oh oh oh"

cheers,

Tim F, you're right: "All I know" is a thing of understated beauty.

Another good thing: Tinkling piano keys. You can find them on the third part of Mos Def's "Brooklyn". And quite a bit on "Hot Shots II", I think. And many many other places. Someone should come here and party with me on New Years.

Yesterday I went up to Tucon's Mt. Lemmon. Staring out the car window: rows of cacti seem to stretch ever heavenward, poking the puffy underbellies of the clouds like some celestial re-enactment of the pillsbury doughboy commercial. Then: white patches begin to dot the mountainscape like the epidermis of a concerned patient in a dermatologist's waiting room. Finally: layers of thick white impasto snow hug the rock in an embrace more frigid than one received from a distant relative in a display of reluctant affection. I've never been much of an outdoorsman myself, but it was breathtaking.

It's a good thing I brought with Boards of Canada's "In a beatiful place out in the country" EP that I purchased not two days before.

Amo Bishop Rodan.

Scene: Borders, a mall.

Her: ...so of couse I dumped him.
Him: Well, you don't have to worry about *me* getting it up!

She didn't look or sound any older than 14. Yes, blah blah society's rapidly descending moral codes etc. but what worries me is that there's probably a 15 yr old guy out there fretting over his possible sexual dysfunction when he should be, I dunno, playing Mortal Kombat Twelve in the arcade or something.

On second thought: fuck him. That's what you get for screwing precociously picky 14 yr olds.

waitforit....

("..with F15s and Migs")/ "that and a bowl of breyer's mint chip was life at its apex"

The Not Especially Good Stuff, In Fact, the Rather Downright Bad Stuff About My Trip to Las Vegas: It was incredibly frustating. Back home, at age 18 you're legally entitled to drink, gamble, get into nightclubs, drink some more etc. This means you're sneaking into clubs and getting plastered at age 16. By the time you reach 19, you're waxing nostalgic about the good ol' days and wondering if maybe you aren't ready to settle into a slightly less "hectic" weekend routine. So you arrive in Vegas with a distaste for excessive glitz, but at the same time you secretly hope that you'll be able to take advantage of at least some of that delicious, leather-clad, booty-shakin', high-rollin' decadence you've heard so much about. But lest you forget: you're a minor. None of that for you. You may as well be 12. Argh.

I did manage a little gambling and, really, I wouldn't have done much more had it been legal for me to do so. I can't watch money turn to nothing, it eats me up on da insidez. I'm pretty sure I get this cash neurosis from my mom. And, with the ever-weakening SA Rand, performing constant currency conversions in my head (ie. multiplying everything by 12) can be a stomach-churning exercise. And I had a running nose and a scratchy throat, but if I mention that I run the risk of coming off like a tedious, whiny, (undersexed), self-involved pre-post-teen *and* a sympathy whore.

So, yeah, mostly disappointed. And wondering how I'm going to scare up some decadence of my very own back here in lil' Tucson in 12 hours. And it's my Dad's birthday today, too. Happy Birthday Dad.

still here, still working, very tired. nothing of interest to report.

what's up? let's see... trying to cut down ilx usage, failing, hiding behind pseudonym "m." (you'd be disguised too if you'd done drunken london ilx fap karaoke like i've done drunken london ilx fap karaoke), getting lazier, experiencing constant faint sense of imminent unpleasantness, joined a gym (haven't started yet however), convinced of own ugliness again, tired of wanting new things, restless yet lethargic, bored of being single, unsatisfied with own creative work. not entirely unhappy, though.

and you?

i didn't read all the posts on here. i have lived in tucson for about a year and a half, i was in phoenix for 3 years. tucson is a much better place than phoenix...it's not a sprawling strip mall with 115° summers, you can walk around and actually get somewhere (sort of depending on where you are in tucson), the restaurants are better, as is the coffee and, lastly, PDQ RECORDS IS A WAREHOUSE FULL OF WAX!!!

i've been thinking about the desert

the great american one

An old-timey term it sez, and yet I keep hearing it.

those wacky mormons and their irrigation

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/ee/Circle-contradict.svg/33px-Circle-contradict.svg.png

I am bookmarking this

ooh it's scaleable\\http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/ee/Circle-contradict.svg/100px-Circle-contradict.svg.png

http://www.desertusa.com/life.html

Great American Desert

the California Desert(s)

mitch?