Non Sequiturs

This project I am on is officially getting on my nerves. It is probably the most complicated one I have worked on, and involves lots of difficult privilege determinations. We are under a pretty severe deadline and everyone is on edge about it. Just when I think I am getting a handle on things, we get emails changing everything up or criticising how it's been done. It's also one of those projects where I feel that no matter how much I put into it, I always do something wrong. I am trying not to have a defeatist attitude about it, but it is sure wearing on me. Next week is the deadline and I am looking forward to this ending and something new starting up.



I'm so torn about this whole Target anti-gay candidate donation kerfuffle. I know it is not a black and white issue and there are good arguments on both sides of the fence as to why we should boycott and why we should not. I guess once I fall off the fence I will be landing in the boycott side. Aside from the fact that Target appears to treat its gay employees well (offering domestic partnership benefits, etc), I'm not quite sure how that should affect me as a consumer. Should I neglect the fact that Target executives gave donations to a militantly anti-gay candidate? In this case I can't. I don't reap any benefit from Target providing gay employees benefits. I do not feel comfortable giving them my hard-earned money to fund the coffers of someone who wishes gay people dead. That is my stand on the subject, and where I intend to stand until Target decides to make up for what they have done. The good thing about this boycott is that I am spending a lot less money these days!

Kurt's housemate Rob has been in the hospital this week with pneumonia and is taking a while to recover. With him out, the dogs are a little more restless and jittery. Funny how they know when something is up, or when their routine is disturbed. Last night, the three dogs, Tater, Nico, and Pandora were a bit out of control. This morning continued the trend with Tater running all over the place and seeking attention. She finally settled down a bit and jumped up on Kurt's bed, giving us her most lady-like pose.



Lyrics Rattling Around My Brain

"This is a play that takes place in a freezer
Count your blessings, it's far removed
from your group of peers
from your circle

Five little rooms, one for each of my husbands
One for each of my bride-grooms
and their prostitutes
and their children

Take a breath of the scenery, all this
someday could be yours
Cross your heart, click your heels and get the
hell away

All this could be yours, someday
All this could be yours, someday
All this could be yours, someday
All this could be yours"

Menomena
"Five Little Rooms"

"Now you'll have to hold me up,
And now I'll have to fall
Sew up my eyelids, stitch up my lips,
Take me down Roman stairs through your secret back door
With your lips for food, and your skin for sheets
Eyes for light, and your blood for heat
And your two white arms for an overcoat

Lay me out now, lay me out
For I'm blinder, blinder by the hour."

The Triffids
"Blinder By The Hour"

"All I want is to breathe. I'm too thin.
Won't you breath with me?
Find a little space, so we move in-between. In-between it.
And keep one step ahead, of yourself."

Talking Heads
"Born Under Punches (The Heat Goes On)"

"Walcott, don't you know that it's insane?
Don't you want to get out of Cape Cod, out of Cape Cod tonight?
Walcott, the bottleneck is a shit show
Hyannisport is a ghetto, out of Cape Cod tonight

The lobster's claw is sharp as knives
Evil feasts on human lives
The Holy Roman Empire roots for you

Walcott, all the way to New Jersey
All the way to the Garden State, out of Cape Cod tonight

Walcott, fuck the women from Wellfleet
Fuck the bears out in Provincetown
Heed my words and take flight"

Vampire Weekend
"Walcott"

"Please don't flow so fast
You little mountain hum
I'll take a bottle down to you

Please don't flow this fast
You hold a little hum
I'll bottle sounds of me for you

Please don't flow so fast
You little mountain din
I'll bottle piano sounds from you

Please don't flow so fast
You little mountain noise
I'll close my eyes and bite your tongue"

Mum
"We Have A Map Of The Piano"

"Carry me hooting and howling
to the river to wash off my hands
of the hot blood, the sweat and the sand
Any rival who goes for our girls will be left thumb sucking in terror
and bereft of all coffin bearers

A crude art, a bovver boot ballet - equally elegant and ugly
I was as thrilled as I was appalled, courting him in fisticuffing waltz.
Now I'm not saying the lads always deserve a braying.
And I'm not saying the girls are worth the fines I'm paying."

Wild Beasts
"Hooting and Howling"

"Don't get any big ideas
They're not going to happen

You paint yourself white
And fill up with noise
But there'll be something missing

Now that you've found it, it's gone
Now that you feel it, you don't
You've gone off the rails

So don't get any big ideas
They're not going to happen

You'll go to hell for what your dirty mind is thinking"

Radiohead
"Nude"

Appealing Things

Pea puree
Eric Northman
Finding long out of print music on the Interwebz
Having work pay for my cell phone
Saving over $900 a year on prescriptions by doing mail order
1980s music

Annoying Things

Not shopping at Target because of the boycott (I miss my Target runs!!!!)
Credit card debt
Angry Birds Level 2-2