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Oh, my coffeshop. I guess I understand the desire to have poets and musicians and whatever come and perform, but I'd really prefer it if you didn't. Particularly if they're going to read weirdly fetishized stories about white girls becoming geisha in 1860's Japan. I keep trying not to pay attention, and yet the terribleness of it distracts me every other sentence from the article I'm reading.
Though perhaps I'm just bitter because you kicked me out of the best seat in the place so that you could set up the stage. Or because you subsequently spent several minutes testing the sound system with what I'm convinced was an mp3 of the exact sound your skeleton imploding would create. Played at full volume. Even having my headphones on as loud as they would go didn't help escape from the deep bass feel of that; I cringed in time with everyone else in this place.
I could also be bitter because the university's network hates me and insists I'm not registered, thereby keeping me from accessing a site I need, or because it is 20 degrees out and supposed to snow over the weekend. Global warming, why have you forsaken me? It's one of those unbelievably clear and stark winter days, where the light glares and the sky is blue as paint or crayons, but the air's so cold it hurts your eyes.
sjfh;hjdfh;hdwhat. Poet-girl has just announced, "I was very reluctant to write about 9/11, you know? It just, it just feels so large, and I didn't want to take that on. It was like a movie." Man, I sympathize with not wanting to write about that event, and I can think of hundreds of reasons to be hesitant about it, but because it was like a movie is really, really not one of them.
Though perhaps I'm just bitter because you kicked me out of the best seat in the place so that you could set up the stage. Or because you subsequently spent several minutes testing the sound system with what I'm convinced was an mp3 of the exact sound your skeleton imploding would create. Played at full volume. Even having my headphones on as loud as they would go didn't help escape from the deep bass feel of that; I cringed in time with everyone else in this place.
I could also be bitter because the university's network hates me and insists I'm not registered, thereby keeping me from accessing a site I need, or because it is 20 degrees out and supposed to snow over the weekend. Global warming, why have you forsaken me? It's one of those unbelievably clear and stark winter days, where the light glares and the sky is blue as paint or crayons, but the air's so cold it hurts your eyes.
sjfh;hjdfh;hdwhat. Poet-girl has just announced, "I was very reluctant to write about 9/11, you know? It just, it just feels so large, and I didn't want to take that on. It was like a movie." Man, I sympathize with not wanting to write about that event, and I can think of hundreds of reasons to be hesitant about it, but because it was like a movie is really, really not one of them.
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Date: 2007-01-18 02:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-18 03:39 am (UTC)It was like a movie...
Date: 2007-01-18 02:39 am (UTC)Re: It was like a movie...
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Date: 2007-01-18 02:39 am (UTC)Word.
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Date: 2007-01-18 03:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-18 04:33 am (UTC)(by the by this is Jen. Yeah.)
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Date: 2007-01-19 01:50 am (UTC)(Hello again!)
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Date: 2007-01-18 04:43 pm (UTC)I really don't know; both the people last night were selling copies of their books, so they couldn't have been just random people off the street. But I hadn't heard of them or anything.
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