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August 17, 2004

ma planche de salut

link - i love the look of this, a balmy treat for opened eyes! and the
chapatiwocky, for rumbling stomachs! what else is nice? work experiments induced by a sore throat, and a night of dreaming that i have a sore throat yet still i can fly… « look! », fluttering feverishly my arms, to lamentable results.

anyway after the dreams, i came to work, where i conducted the experiment briefly alluded to above; can one anesthesizes one’s throat with large amounts of hot coffee? i still don’t know! still working on it! there is no music here, nothing but silence, and the faint whirling of heavy machineries, somewhere, might be my heart too, a little too pumped up. i would like to listen again to the new arcade fire LP, to be certain of my feelings towards it. arcade fire are a local band led by two texans in exile (do we say houstinite like we say montrealite?) producing epic indie music of the kind we haven’t seen nor heard of since the last montreal exports. but this song, rebellion! is quite nice, and make me long for the days when you could find the no-vocals version on the B-side of your favourite single.

i also wish there was a no-sports version of the olympics, with just country leaders signing peace treaties, wearing crowns of thorns and not minding if a little blood is staining their cheeks, because that is the price of love. also no bjork, but – you see it coming - einar orn, adding his grain of salt all through the ceremonies, « maaaaan..has turneeeed..into MACHIIINE! aaah! no, no, NO!! » etc.

ugh…this isn’t einar imaginary singing to me, it is my boss’ inceasing yelps to the troups, and it doesn’t hold a candle, nor brings much in terms of relief, uneasiness, motivation.

Posted by nathalie at August 17, 2004 11:46 AM

Comments

einar was the flavor flav of alternative music! or the bobby byrd, if you like. people underrate the hype man.

reading this, i imagine flavor flav as my boss or maybe his assistant, chasing after me every morning with a giant clock, his gold caps glinting under the fluorescents.

Posted by: jacob on August 18, 2004 2:49 PM

“‘Twas Balti and the Saag Aloo
Did Murgh Makhani Rhogan Josh
All Methi were the Vindaloos
And the Madras Tok Gosht…”

such inspirational brilliance!

Posted by: anonymous on August 19, 2004 3:35 AM

As in Pilau Rice we stand,
Gxaberuxoko!

Posted by: chomie on August 19, 2004 10:13 AM

we’re called houstonians. yet i used to be an austinite. no rhyme or reason.

Posted by: chris on August 21, 2004 10:01 PM