The most notable thing about October 2019 for me is the series of three (out of two scheduled) periodontal scaling appointments which have allowed me, for the first time in [redacted] years, to brush my teeth without fear of bloodshed. The appointments themselves were utterly miserable but I can’t deny the quality of the work or results.
I mean, everything else is deteriorating inside and around me, but hey, my teeth & gums are in better shape. That’s something, right?
I just finished listening to the Pet Shop Boys “The Parlophone Years” documentary/mixtape presentation at the BBC. It’s quite good and the interview bits run the expected gamut from informative to amusing to introspective, and you get bits and pieces of songs from nearly the entirety of their career. (They left EMI/Parlophone shortly before releasing their 2013 album, Electric.)
There are three main musical acts at the core of my library. Genesis (and most of its solo offshoots), Midnight Oil, and the Pet Shop Boys. Of those, only one remains active. What this documentary program reminded me of is that for basically my entire music-purchasing life I’ve been fortunate enough to get a new PSB record every so often, and nearly every time I’ve found something to enjoy about the new record. That’s a thirty-year-plus run of superb songcraft.
“Opportunities.” “Suburbia.” “It’s a sin.” “Left to my own devices.” “Always on my mind.” “Domino dancing.” “How can you expect to be taken seriously?” “So hard.” “Being boring.” “I wouldn’t normally do this kind of thing.” “Single.” “Yesterday, when I was mad.” “Closer to heaven.” “Integral.” “The Sodom and Gomorrah Show.” “Pandemonium.” “Did you see me coming?” “Love etc.” “Leaving.” “The pop kids.”
And that’s just selections you can hear bits of in the program linked above, to say nothing of, let’s say, “The end of the world” or “The Theatre” or “Metamorphosis” or “Up against it” or “To step aside” (look, Bilingual is an amazing album, okay?) or “Minimal” or “Twentieth Century” and so forth.
I feel like I’ve reconnected just a bit with one of the key threads woven into the fabric of my conscious life. Not a bad way to spend part of a day off, yeah? Yeah.
I’m back in the fediverse again. This time I’m not running my own instance. Though I tried. Boy did I try. I tried using the Docker method of building a Mastodon instance, which back when I was running the old ‘frell.co’ site was the preferred method (which of course I didn’t use when I built ‘frell.co’, ha ha). Oh, apparently that’s old hat and doesn’t really work anymore, great! I tried using the new official install instructions and… that didn’t work either. I gave up. (Which is a shame because I hoped to use a great domain name for it. Ah well. I’ll figure out something else to do with ‘earworm.me’ eventually.)
So I’m using someone else’s instance. We’ll see how it goes.
I’m still most active on Twitter but with every passing month it becomes more of a dumpster fire so having an exit strategy in place seems like a good idea. Here’s hoping it all pans out.
I’m on the last day of my little stay-at-home vacation, and to make sure I don’t waste the entire day with video games and cartoons I set myself a few tasks. As of now? Two down, two to go.
The first completed task was to trim down a couple of songs. First up was Filter’s “Miss Blue.” The CD for the Title of Record album has one of those “secret tracks” but they stupidly made it part of “Miss Blue,” only after six minutes of silence. Even worse, the “track” is stupid anyway. So I cut all that dead weight out. Then, The HU Band’s “Wolf Totem” as released originally on Bandcamp (it’s gone now that they have a record deal and an album release forthcoming) has a lot of nearly-silent padding at the start and finish. With my edited versions saved to the library, that’ll prevent long quiet stretches during random playlist action.
Anyway. I just completed my second task as well.
The doors to my bedroom, yes, that’s a plural because for some odd reason the designers decided that this room needs one full door and one half-sized door across the entrance, have a bad habit of rattling around when closed. I usually just wedge something into the gap between them to prevent the banging noises. This morning I went one better: Felt strips and double-sided tape to create padding right where it’s needed.
It ain’t fancy, but so far it seems to be doing the job. I can close both doors with a minimum of noise (which I’m sure the downstairs neighbors will appreciate) and when closed, they don’t rattle.
If I’m going to celebrate anything about today, it’s the continuation of an experiment.
I’m working my way toward fifty years of age and I don’t have a lot of what one could call “patriotism” left. The country’s a mess, its ideals under attack from without and especially within, by the rich and the powerful and the willfully ignorant, by those who are gaming the system to the breaking point so they can win ongoing perpetual rule and control. But the ideals stated at the start of it all still mean something. Maybe I’m naive to hold onto that belief. So be it.
If I’m going to celebrate anything, it’s those ideals.
Not for the troops, because as soon as we decide that a uniform and a weapon automatically make a person superior then we have ceded a level of personal responsibility, but for the kind of people who choose to take up arms specifically for the cause of protecting those who cannot protect themselves. Not for the flag, because crass symbolism has become just another wedge to divide us, but for the kind of people who see the flag as a reminder of the importance of those naive ideals that started this whole grand experiment off in the first place. Not for the history, because boy howdy is this country’s history full of greed and corruption and outright evil swathed in lies meant to convey respectability and holy purpose, but for the future that I hope we still have the chance to make together, a more inclusive and honest and understanding future for everyone.
Not for independence, but for the hope of interdependence.
I’m led to understand by some folks on Twitter that Netflix’s new translation for Neon Genesis Evangelion changes one particular line from one particular character, and what this tells me is that the folks behind Netflix’s new translation are blissfully unaware that NGE is, at least in part, a harem anime.
Shinji collects three of the four more prominent haremette types over the course of the show.
1) The tsundere. Obviously this is Asuka.
2) The cipher. Obviously this is Rei.
3) The childhood friend. This role is basically left un-filled.
4) The vamp. Obviously this is Kaoru.
At least one of the three is honest and direct about their feelings, right? (Somebody in that benighted band of broken children might as well be, and guess who that ends up being.)