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August 20, 2007

Moving is a terrible thing. There is a certain glee that accompanies it--a thrill at having a new place to spend time and decorate. But all that is buried deep under the rubble of actually moving.

The packing. The hauling of boxes and furniture. The transferring services--phone, internet, electric, etc. The painting of walls. The search for a new gym, and a new grocery store, and a new bar to be a regular at (this last one is figuring to be the hardest of all). And let us not forget, of course, the unpacking.

It is all exhausting and depressing. It is all I think about, and it make fun hard to have. There's too much to do. Too much backbreaking work ahead, and the idea that it won't get all done is a great deal of stress.

Also, this is the first time around that I've ever been subjected to having the apartment I currently live in be "shown" by real eastate agents to prospective new tenants. So, while the apartment is a mess due to the packing of things, there are strangers that need to come in and size things up. It is not an ideal way to live, nor do I think itis an ideal way to view an apartment. These people can't see the real size of this place or where the outlets are or any of the other thousands of things a person should do when looking for a new place to stay.

So, all in all, moving sucks. It needs to be done from time to time, especially, if like me, you are a renter. The work, the living in a mess for about a month. The heavy lifting. Gah!

Check back in two weeks and see if the move was worth it.

 

Moving boxes

My Best Friends Of Late

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Worshiper

My Worshiper Has No Idea
How Much I'm Hurting

 

August 11, 2007

There is a most annoying new spam movement out there in the Internets. It is so widespread that local newscasts have warned people against opening the notes for fear of computers spreading a nasty virus. However, what I find so intriguing about it is the way it manages to be both diabolical and insanely stupid at the same time. The spam tactic I speak of is the fake greeting card notification.

A couple of weeks ago, I remember getting my very first one. There was an email in my in box that said it was sent from AmericanGreetings.com and the subject line declared “A friend has sent you an “e-card”, and that I should go retrieve it. Seemed believable enough, I mean I have received e-cards in the past and I have friends, so why wouldn’t I be getting such a notification? Diabolical. Still, I didn’t bite because the mailing address that the note came from didn’t correspond with where one should expect a note from AmericanGreetings.com to come from.

After this initial spam, I noticed a great many like it filling my in box. And that’s where diabolical turned insanely stupid. The first note asserted the e-card was from a “friend”. Yes, this is terribly vague, but still someone might click it open based on that. However, later e-mails—now ones were arriving from places claiming to be other major e-card companies, not just AmericanGreetings—strayed from this simple announcement. For some reason, whoever is writing the copy for these notes thought they’d jazz things up a bit. Why limit the sender of the e-greeting to being just a “friend”?

Thus, I was getting multiple notifications that a “neighbor,” a “classmate,” or a “partner” was sending me a greeting. Now, if “friend” seemed vague at the time of the first one, imagine how terrifically unbelievable it was that some random “partner” of mine was sending me something. But even those wishy-washy titles, didn’t take the cake. That prize goes to the notifications that proclaim that I have been sent an e-card from a “worshiper”. I shit you not. When I got the first one from a “worshiper,” I laughed and laughed. It seems like such an odd choice of a person to list. Why not “coworker” or “relative”?   

Anyway, I bring all this up because today is my birthday, and this week I have actually gotten some valid notifications that an e-card was waiting for me to retrieve it. So for the past few days, I’ve been tiptoeing through my in box carefully selecting the e-mails that provide the actual name of the person who sent the greeting and blindly erasing the ones that do not. I think that I have successfully made it through this minefield without offending any of my real friends and family or infecting the world with a poisonous computer virus.

I have to admit one thing, though. Now that it’s my actual birthday, I can’t help but feeling hurt that my worshiper didn’t even have the decency to give me a call.  
  

Aug 3, 2007

One of the hardest things that a rock band is expected to do is capture the energy of its live show on record. Apparently, this is why I do not like the MC5. Fans of the band swear I would’ve liked them had I been there in the audience of their gigs in the late ‘60s. I doubt this, but who knows. The point is: the MC5 is one of those acts that never found a producer who could give real life to their songs in the studio. Meanwhile, there is one band I prefer much better on record than live, in fact, I'm glad their stage performances don't translate to the studio sessions, and I cemented that opinion last night at Luna Lounge.

…And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead played a $5 show last night—supercheap price tag for a live gig by these sons of Austin. I missed out on the presale tickets, and so my husband I showed up just as doors opened—7:30 p.m—hoping to get two of the “limited” number of day-of-sale tickets that were available.

We did, however, the show was a lock in: once you entered the club, there was a no re-entry upon exit policy in place. The original plan was to get bracelets/hand stamps/whatever and then go eat and drink somewhere else. Instead, we were forced to sit through two terrible opening acts—one more terrible than the other, but nonetheless, terrible. Luckily, drinks were the same price as they’d be at a non-music venue bar, which is nice of Luna Lounge. But I digress…

Now, I know that Trail of Dead is not the same hot, young prospect it was in ’97, but I still like the group. Sure, the boys suffered a fall from grace a few years back when they went all major label on indie rock’s ass and signed to Interscope. Then their last album, So Divided, got spanked by reviewers for being all over the place stylistically (which it is, but each song works quite well on its own, if you ask me). My issue with them is, and has always been, their live show.

When I see Trail of Dead live, there is a weird sonic disconnect. I feel like I’m seeing a band I’ve never heard before. The songs are alien to me, when in fact, I have heard them zillions of times. I should be singing along, but I have no idea what they are playing. It is very odd. The band members certainly seem to be into what they’re doing – well, maybe not the bass player so much. In fact, that guy seemed bored beyond belief. So what is the problem?
 
Maybe it’s because they have the amps set to 11, or maybe it’s 'cause the mix in the room is always bad—but, hell, could it be bad in every room, every time I see them? Sure, I saw them one year at the Siren Festival in Coney Island, so that was bound to sound awful, but what about the other times? Could it be that it is me?

Whatever the answer, I think I’ve seen Trail of Dead live for the final time. That is, unless they are on a ticket with another act that I want to check out.

It is so frustrating when something you enjoy so much turns out to disappoint in person--just like when I met Casper the Friendly Ghost, and got the crap scared out of me. Totally not friendly. Bastard.   

MC5
MC5:
Nothing personal, just don't like them

Trail of Dead live at Luna Lounge
Trail of Dead,
Live at Luna Lounge
(he wasn't really this blurry)

Trail of Dead
Trail of Dead
(see, told you, not as blurry)

Casper
Casper: Scary Bastard