“Rising up it reached my highest line / I had bad ideas and ballast on my mind”

•July 9, 2008 • 20 Comments

A friend of mine was interested in a selection of music that is pro self-esteem, any genre. I leaped for my mp3 list here at work (which is rather puny) and came up with this selection:

Great Big Sea is my favorite. (Everything Shines, Ordinary Day, When I’m Up, Beat the Drum, Let it Go, Lucky Me, When I Am King, and lots more)

Also, on a very different note, Dream Theater’s “Take the Time”.

Henry Rollin’s “Shine”

Catherine Wheel, “Sparks are gonna fly”

Duran Duran “Sunrise”

Fiona Apple, “Better Version of Me” “Extraordinary Machine”, “Sleep to Dream”, “Mistake”

Halou, “Everything is Okay”

KMFDM, “D.I.Y.”

Massive Attack, “I against I”

MC Frontalot “Braggadocio” (hehe)

Poe, “Control” and “Wild” and “Not a Virgin”

Soundgarden, “Rusty Cage”

The Decemberists, “The Infanta” (I don’t know why, it doesn’t seem to relate, but it always makes me feel better)

Timbuk 3 “Future’s so Bright (I gotta wear shades)”

Tom Cochrane “Life is a Highway”

Tom Petty “Running Down a Dream”

What do you think? Do you have any uplifting songs like that?

I love experiencing people overcoming their internal fears, musically and otherwise. It makes me want to cheer, and it seems like a fun challenge, an encouragement for me to face my own.

This Next Day

•July 8, 2008 • 15 Comments

I noticed, in conversation, that I use “this Tuesday” and “next Tuesday” differently than she did. That’s no surprise, because I’m always using language in weird ways – I used to argue with SK about the tiniest and most obscure connotations.

However, it did make me curious – how do you use these time indicators? Please comment with any other word weirdnesses you experience, especially if you’re “particular” about certain words that other people gloss over.

•July 7, 2008 • 4 Comments

I didn’t see any fireworks this weekend that didn’t happen outside of a car window, but I did eat fabulous food and hang out with fabulous people. Oh, I also got volunteered for more stuff, and kicked a little ass at good ol’ Quake III, got my ass handed back to me in Warsow, and made up for my abysmal last performance in Apples to Apples.

Also, I met a dude who remembered me from having been in my house once when we were 16. He’d been taken there by a girl who, at the time, I had only known as Tits of Doom. Ahh, the BBS days.

For those of you keeping track, Lucy is still adorable. Carry on.

•July 5, 2008 • 2 Comments

This is Lucy posting on atdt1991‘s journal.

The internet is boring today.

That is all.

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Happy 4th, everyone

•July 3, 2008 • 2 Comments

I get to go home, finally! Woo!

A seasonal comic for you (tasty!)

Today: “Making pants (out of nothing at all)”

•July 3, 2008 • 9 Comments

I tend to walk around singing to myself, using lyrics that have never existed in life.

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If someone out there could make it happen sooner rather than later, I’d be awfully grateful.

•July 1, 2008 • Comments Off on If someone out there could make it happen sooner rather than later, I’d be awfully grateful.

Reading Vinge’s “Rainbow’s End” and Gibson’s “Spook Country” back-to-back is really messing with me, in a sense. They both cover ‘enhanced reality’, a way, way cooler concept than Virtual Reality ever was. “Rainbow” hits it from the future, where contact lenses are powered by the heat of your body, while Spook Country covers what is almost essentially present tech. (So far. I’m not done.)

Anyway, not like the rest of you weren’t entirely clear on it, but I’m hot for it. This concept of layered virtuality on top of reality, GPS-coordinated, with public and private layers of varying content? Want. It.

•July 1, 2008 • 12 Comments

Y’know, Neil Patrick Harris is sort of retroactively redeeming my having been called Doogie Howser, in middle school, by being fairly awesome in his adult years.