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3/28/05 12:16 am - Holy Saturday

is a day of silence and all that is said through it. What can be said with any conviction? Without breaking into sobs? Mortality can drain words of all their meaning, because what can mean more than what you're mourning now? Instead, they become as weightless as the wind, and we can forget that their weightlessness is one of their strengths. These movements of air that deep within our heads become something else--fleeting moments when we realized that there's more to them, to us, than we realized, and what a good thing that was. And these words, when repeated, can bring us back there. But they also bring us to something new--the moment hasn't passed, it's still being lived, as the words are spoken again and listened to again. We know more now than we did then, we realize something else because of it. And we figure out which are the most important words to say, and we start at the beginning and work our way forward, all night if necessary. And the fire grows as the night darkens.

3/26/05 03:14 am - Good Friday, a mix tape

it's not a cassette, it's actually a mix cd, but that sounds like something that's been properly beat-matched and/or is a collection of mixes. a mix tape is something with a whole bunch of songs that you made for that long drive down to LA and had in the glove compartment and forgot about until you were pulled over and had to look for the registration. so, this is a mix tape that's a cd.

many times mix tapes were just the latest songs that you wanted to listen to the most, in a convenient format. you might take it along and bug your friends by taking out their tapes while they were busy driving, giving you a ride, and insist they listen to this. sometimes they were made for a special occasion, say a party, when you didn't want to spend your socializing time switching between records. sometimes you made them to put together songs that just kinda fit a mood somehow. my triduum cd is one of these.

the idea first came to me in 94/95, so many of the songs date around then. i made a tape for someone else and had empty space at the end. i decided to try out a few of these songs together, and it worked well enough. not much else has been added: although i've kept an ear out for other songs that might work, not much else seems to fit.

anyway, here's the tracklisting, with an attempt to explain why this song for today. it's my good friday reflection.

1. SPK: Palms Crossed in Sorrow (from Gold and Poison, 1987). I'm not sure where Graeme Revell found the source audio, with people singing? chanting? The title colors the listening experience. He was greeted with palms, laid in his path as a red carpet would be today. The crowd sentiment would change quickly.
2. Sugar: Come Around (from Beaster, 1993). As a friend told me earlier today, Holy Thursday is when Jesus had his exit interview with his friends, where he didn't have the time nor desire to mince words. They didn't really get it then: Surely, not I. Wash my hands and head as well. Later on in Gesthemane, he asked them to stay awake with him for a while. I'm not sure what his dialogue with his Father was like: Is this what you want? No one seems to be getting it. I'm not sure if I'm getting it. Who was convincing whom of the truth?

3. The Wolfgang Press: Chains wobble mix (from "Going South" single, 1995). The Edge picked up quite a bit from Jah Wobble, one's tempted to say. This mostly instrumental version sets a mood like U2 tend to. What does bind us? How do we allow ourselves to be bound? Do we resent it? Are the limitations inherent to our nature, or have they just become second nature? What chains to we accept? Which chains should we accept?

4. Throwing Muses: Hazing (from University, 1995). Strange time to be hazing me / Breaking me shaking me awake now / Strange time to be hazing me / Breaking me shaking me awake / Now I'm up now / You're crazy / You're hazing me / Strange time to be needing me / Cheating me freezing me out / Now I'm up now / You're crazy / You don't faze me that's my cue / That's my cue / I'll spend another day dancing with you

5. Talk Talk: Life's What You Make It (from The Colour of Spring, 1986). I don't think this song works that well here - perhaps because it's eight years too old for the rest of the songs. The main thing that makes it stick is the frustration given by the couplet: life's what you make it / don't you hate it? It's opportunities that we just gave up. It's dealing with the fact that life can only be what we make it to be, or can it? It's living in a postlapsairan world with vague memories of Eden.

6. Curve: Arms Out (from "Fait Accompli" single, 1992). I've seen that chapter in your eyes / It will tear us apart / Something I don't understand / has taken hold of you and made you less than a man / Now here is open space / that was filled with you / that was filled with you / Solitude is the only answer / To disconnect will be my shelter / Time / is running out on you / Time / won't be abused / abused abused abused / If only it were true / I'd be in love with you / If only you cared / I would throw my arms out / I would throw my arms out / You called me a nutter on the phone / You have watched me die / with the secrets you have told / It's the end of us / it's the end of us / Pride / is getting in your way / It's only time / that can truly say / can say can say can say // Arms out // Time / is running out on you / violence??? / everything that I do / I do I do I do / If only you knew / when you're beaten black and blue / When you come to care / I will throw my arms out / I will throw my arms out

7. Sugar: Judas Cradle (from Beaster, 1993). You'd rock it if you were able / Can you hang with Judas Cradle? // My hands / mean nothing / to me. Back in the bleak winter of 94/95, I discovered that I much preferred to listen to Sugar's album Beaster reversed: start off with side 2/tracks 4-6, and then side 1/tracks 1-3. Thus, this song would be the final statement. I'm not sure about Bob Mould's christology, but he does have an excellent martyr complex. Unfortunately, most people who feel like martyrs aren't.

8. U2: Until the End of the World ultra hot razor cuts soundtrack mix (originally from Achtung Baby, 1991, most easily available on the Grapes bootleg circa 1995). Ultra Hot Razor Cuts was like a desperate attempt at being a Razormaid!. I don't think it actually existed for DJs, and only for people who had to have every single version of every song by a group, authorized or not. Volume 4 of their series had a good track (their version of Tears For Fears' "Shout"), some OK tracks (a Prefab Sprout one), and some tedious ones. This one is pushing it. A ten minute version of a song that's mostly made by putting it back to back with itself is a horrible version of an extended mix. I can only really listen to it in this context, when frankly the huge ending works better for illustrating the last thoughts of Judas.

9. Ultra Vivid Scene: Blood and Thunder (from Rev, 1992). From clouds of wine / with silver lining / drunken stars / fall to horizon // We see you clear / without a cover / without a friend / without a lover // Another man / we had discovered / a cross would bear him / a cross would crush him // Receive your power / if you are able / for we are gorgeous / and we are fatal // And drawing you near us / your blood and your body adore / We see you so clearly / we love you forever and more // We saw him fall / in blood and thunder / and even now / won’t be forgotten

10. David Sylvian: Brilliant Trees 2000 version (originally from Brilliant Trees, 1984, new vocal from the Everything and Nothing release, 2000). A reason to believe / divorces itself from me / Every hope I hold / lies in my arms // There you stand / making my life possible / Raise my hands up to heaven / but only You can know / My whole life / stretches in front of me / reaching up like a flower / leading my life back to the soil. One of the more recent songs, but only because of the improved vocal delivery. Another main reason why I wanted to make this compilation.

11. Talk Talk: Eden (from Spirit of Eden, 1988). If I was in a band, I'd like to perform Talk Talk's Colour of Spring and Spirit of Eden every Good Friday. But, since I'm musically talentless, the world smiles with me merely playing them on a CD player. Everybody needs someone to live by / Everybody needs someboe to live by / Everybody needs someone / Rage on omnipotent.

12. The The: Love is Stronger than Death (from Dusk, 1993). Me & my friend were walking / in the cold light of mourning. / Tears may blind the eyes but the soul is not deceived: / In this world even winter ain’t what it seems. // In our lives we hunger / for those we cannot touch. / All the thoughts unuttered & all the feelings unexpressed / play upon our hearts like the mist upon our breath. / But, awoken by grief / our spirits speak / "How could you believe that the life within the seed / that grew arms that reached / and a heart that beat / and lips that smiled / and eyes that cried / could ever die?" / Here come the blue skies. / Here comes the springtime / when the rivers run high & the tears run dry. / When everything that dies / shall rise / Lovelovelove / is stronger than death.

3/25/05 11:21 am - info

Being new to the whole thing (obviously) I've still been sorting it all out. I've opened comments to non-Live Journal people (as well as non-Friends, which had to be a Live Journal person--geez, Live Journal can be a bit too exclusive, can't it?). This is on top of the numerous layout tweaks of the past few weeks. It's a work in progress, albeit slowly.

3/24/05 02:00 pm - Google image abuse (the first of a series, undoubtedly)

1. Visit here: http://randomcreature.blogspot.com/ and see the entry for March 23rd.

2. Unfortunately, I can't find the Hasselhoff image itself. But I found my own doozies.
http://www.bermynet.com/Pictures/GoodFridayWeekend/57.jpg
http://www.callipygia600.com/allpictures/us/originals/us021.jpg
http://www.scripting.com/images/oldGloryAndTheFoundingFather.jpg
http://www.tennishk.org/html/gallery/425A.jpg
http://www.thereducers.com/japan/blog/images/reducers-japan-flyer.jpg
http://www.threeoh.com/_misc/offf2002/4_friday/1_goodmorning/

However, I could only find the first image after 25 less interesting (read: appropriate) images for "good friday". The rest were found by searching for "friday good," as if I was Yoda searching for images or something.

And another one of questionable appropriateness:
http://www.catholicmom.com/images/coloringpages/cross1.gif
I mean, the Coloring Book of the Passion? If they were totally sold on the idea, I think they would have chosen to illustrate the passage with something more literal.

The best source for Good Friday clip art stumbled upon:
http://www.silk.net/RelEd/gfridayclipart.htm

3/24/05 12:19 pm - Holy Thursday [+ sidetracks]

OK, so a R. introduced me to a this whole little psychological story game based on a cube. I won't get into detail about it (just do an Amazon search on "Secrets of the Cube" for further info; hey, they're making money from it, so let them have their territory--you can always go to a B&N and read the first bit from the shelf if you're that thieving) but it starts with a simple premise: imagine a desert. The story, written by the person answering the questions, is interpreted by doing some rough math. The desert represents your life.

This immediately brings up associations in my mind with the desert fathers, the desert experience, and other Judeo-Christian staples. For me, the desert experience seems to be very much a matter of purification and experience with God, specifically the Father. (Jesus is there in empathy, and the Spirit... well, it's there as a companion too.) I can't say that the Father is the first person of the Trinity that I seek, thus, I don't really savor spiritual desert experiences: in my story, a storm brings relief from the constant stress of the desert. I'm wondering today if there's something basic that I'm not appreciating about the symbolic desert. The desert would require strict rules and a structure for life that's not easily deviated from, lest death occur. And I don't "do" structure in the sense that, for the life of me, I have a hell of a time internalizing structure. (I can live by one well enough, well, I'll might be a second late, but nothing drastic.) My reflection (and it's entirely personal--if this has anything to do with you that's your own fault) is if I'm not appreciating the desert, am I also disregarding the structure required to live there? If so, did I just throw out all structure all together? (No, because I can be happy enough with a well-defined set of parameters.) Or do I just too easily disregard the applicability of structure when it comes to my own interior? (out of pride? illness?)

That previous paragraph is probably completely unreadable, since I've been playing tennis on both sides of the net, writing the above and the sidetracks below simutaneously. And it's only been an hour ten minutes... trust me to end in the middle...

[Sidetrack: listening to TD's Bloggers+Disco+1.mp3, and it's probably the first time in my life that I've listened to "Funky Cold Medina" all the way though, or with any amount of attention. (I carefully avoided it in high school, lest what I thought was my credibility be damaged.) I've just now realized that there's the bit of the rap where he was distressed to have his own Crying Game moment. Except he asks Tran to leave immediately, unlike act 2 and 3 of the movie. I never realized there was a bit of homophobic frission in the song... following it with "Brown Sugar" just seems appropriate]

[Sidetrack 2: OK, I know many people who will just hate a song because of the voice of the singer. I find myself quite forgivable compared to my friends. But, oh my God, I think I just found the limits of my tolerance: whatever the hell song is after Blue Monday in the aforementioned mp3. OK, it just ended, and now I'm looking at the id3 tag for the first time: Le Tigre? Not all their stuff sounds that bad, right? Let me find the song they put on that Wired CD: OK, I can see how it's the same singer, but that one is just childish-in-that-23-year-old-wearing-a-baby-doll-sorta way, while this is just petulant-child-screaming-without-the-actual-charm-of-a-child-savoring-screaming-for-the-sake-of-screaming-sorta way. It's not punky, really, because there's nothing in punk that says that you must remain oblivious to your limitations. Push them, certainly, and know them because that's where an important edge is, but to flagrantly disregard the ability of a voice to sound like anything but an annoying screaming prepubescent is, well, immature.]

3/21/05 11:58 am - ... and also with you

I've had two wonderful dinners (and a lunch) with friends in the past five days.  I've had reflections of Holy Week.  I've even been tempted to dish over some of the nut-jobs of ex-seminarians I've known.  (And I use the term nut-job with authority.)  (Let's just say that everything you hear about the seminary from an ex-seminarian is very much a matter of questioning your source, OK?)  But, none of that urged me to post. 

Quote-unquoteThursday, Lucas elaborated on his plans for re-mastering the entirety of the Star Wars saga into 3-D. He hopes to have the first edition ready for re-release on the 30th anniversary of the original Star Wars (a.k.a., Episode IV: A New Hope), in 2007, and he would follow it up with yearly renewals of the franchise.

Yeah, I'm a geek.  Yeah, I'm not just enthusiastic about this news, but of conflicting emotions.  etcetera.

3/9/05 11:35 pm - TD Whore

Whatever TD asks for, I oblige.

http://www.troubled-diva.com/2005_03_06_troubled-diva_archive.html#111030256520838621

He's doing his bit for Red Nose Day, a peculiarly charming UK custom where people act foolish and draw attention to themselves, not because they're royalty, but to aid others. He's soundtracking a blog-Disco (not to be confused with a disco-blog, I'm sure) and asking for suggestions. This is the first one from the top of my head, and it's been there since hearing it at an 80's night at a club about a month ago.

Our Lips Are Sealed (12" version) by Fun Boy Three.

It even has the disco-descending-laser noises in it.

After hearing it, I absconded with A.'s copy so I could put it on my iPod. It's not there yet, but I put it on my sister's already. (Don't worry, it's been returned, but I had to do my part to spread the pleasure of that song.)

I don't think TD'll have a problem reaching 100 tunes. I suppose the "cheque" is already written...

(Weird note: I didn't know that Canadians spelled it that way too until today's "For Better Or For Worse" strip.)

3/9/05 05:43 pm - There's a bland playing on the radio

hence the reason why it's rarely ever on. Although 92.7 (was Party, now Energy) has provided a nice bit of local color. PirateCat 87.9 is radio that's actually interesting to listen to; unfortunately such quality is barely legal and the signal's spotty where I usually am.

I'm not one for theater, which probably explains why the subject of this story makes me wish I was living in New York, or at least of sufficient means to go there: http://www.newyorkmetro.com/nymetro/arts/theater/11475/index.html

The story is also remarkable because, eventually, it illuminates how people can work together. The quote on the last page: "There’s nothing like two or three or four people finding something that is like love—or whatever the hell it is—and having things happen that surprise them all." cuts to something about a fruitful working relationship.

Since it's been so long, I'll also offer another topic, this one about the bloggers being sued by Apple. They want to be protected by the First Amendment and not have to reveal their sources. However, their sources were giving them info that, while it was news, could damage Apple by providing too much information to competitors. What makes someone a reporter and someone else merely a blogger? What is gossip and what's news? I'm tempted to draw the line at the sensitivity of the knowledge. A company has the right to keep secrets, provided they help the company and don't harm others. The recipe for a soda, for example. I come up with a yummy chemical fizzy cocktail that others are willing to pay for, I have the right to benefit from it, and to determine who benefits from the knowledge of the recipie. I have the right to keep the recipe a secret. Now, if I was providing people with rat poison in their soda, I'd be accountable for keeping that quiet. But most things are in that grey middle area, and I'm sure there's arguing to be done over what's news vs. what's merely interesting. A reporter shouldn't have to reveal their sources, a gossip doesn't like to reveal theirs.

3/6/05 12:52 am - Cutting Edges: Easy vs. Hard to Forgive

Easy to forgive: earnest passion for ideas. example: Manic Street Preacher's "Know Your Enemy", even though they went back to Communism. (I don't know if the Cuba/Wales similarity really exists.) They were still passionate about the ideas, even if they weren't the best IMHO.
Hard to forgive: flagrant absence of ideas. example: TD's song selections from the 90's in his Decade project.
Easy: documentaries, when they get boring.
Hard: documentaries, when they get sensational.
Easy: obliviousness.
Hard: obstinance.
Easy: others.
Hard: myself.
Easy: innocence.
Hard: blindness.
sorry, not in the best of states, still.

3/3/05 11:43 pm - I remember, I remember

Weird dream time. Last night I was in some sort of MTV reality show, but I was on some second string reinforcement after others have left. I had to start out in the small beat-up digs during a probationary period (called a novitiate), where the white walls and floors were all askew and written all over from the people who previously had it as a dorm room. There were hotel-like side entrances, but no one was in the adjoining room. There was some sort of late-night contest involving pelting tomatoes at other teams, but the rules were never explained and it took me half the gametime to figure out where I was supposed to be to start with (apparently hiding in a cabbage patch, where the other team was defending themselves with large felt flaccid carrots). I was out of the game almost instantaneously when I was grazed by one of the fabric vegs. No worries, though: the game wasn't a competition to see who'd remain on the show. I got the chance to walk around the strange complex some more (which, upon awakening, slightly reminded me of the grade school I attended). I wasn't sure why there was also a boy and girl scout convention on the same complex as the reality show shoot. I really wasn't sure why the eight-year-olds were up at 3:15 am either.

And this is why people have their own dreams, and why they should stay that way.

3/2/05 02:38 pm - 1, 2, 3, 14!

So, today I de-lurked and went into the wild land of comments. I've done so before, but this was the first time that I left a link to this here blog. So, if there are any other Howard Jones/Doves/U2 fans out there by way of http://troubled-diva.com welcome!
And, if you're not familiar with TD, now is a fun time to start, since he's just finishing his annual Which Decade Is Best? poll. Every year in the week of his birthday, he collects the UK Top 10s and compares five decades worth of #10s, #9s, etc and he has each person rank the corresponding songs. He provides samples so that if you're unfamiliar with the wasteland that was mid-70s UK pop you can still have an informed vote. Each vote is ranked and added-up, and the decade that has the most weighted votes wins. (It's not as complicated as I make it out to be, but just go along with, 'k?) He even has a extract of his mysterious SELTAEB acetates; just go over and listen, OK?
I discovered that my current musical tastes tend to be forgiving of musicians who are perhaps overly earnest. (Hence, the mention of the three groups above.) Not that I need Big Ideas in my music. Ideas suit me fine enough. They don't even have to be ones I particularly agree with, or ones that are expertly crafted. I still like Sisters of Mercy's "Lucretia My Reflection" even though those bit of lyrics can't be taken seriously: "I hear the sounds of the city and dispossessed / Get down, get undressed / Get pretty, yes you and me / We hold the kingdom, we hold the key / We hold the empire"--perhaps he's trying to describe that sort of change of power that comes from sexual union, in which case he does way better than Peter Murphy in "The Sweetest Drop", but I think the verses of "Things Can Only Get Better" do a much harder job with some success. And its certainly not as bad as that Real McCoy song TD has sampled...

2/15/05 11:57 pm - Movies, oh we have movies...

Oscar contenders for best picture: Aviator, M$B, Sideways, and two others that I can't remember right now. David Poland at his Hot Button site gives three arguments for the three movies named for the prestigious award. Having not seen the Aviator, but not terribly interested in it, I haven't read his proposal for that one. Not having seen Million Dollar Baby but knowing that it has a spoiler that is easily spoilt, I haven't read his proposal for that one. Having seen and enjoyed Sideways, I read his proposal for why that movie should win Best Picture. I think he gives the best description I've seen as to why the movie is so great. So, it's a Daily Xmas gift to you. Read about Sideways here: http://www.thehotbutton.com/today/hot.button/2005_thb/050208_tue.html

10/21/04 10:47 am - Why This Title

Why DailyXmas?
Easy enough: it taken from the hoary-but-worth-repeating phrase "Learn something new every day." Each bit of knowledge is a little gift. (Who you put as the giver of the gift--the Creator, Mother Earth, nature, or perhaps no giver but merely a taker: the Self--probably says a whole lot about you. Myself, see option one.)
My gift yesterday: finding out the difference between cognac and armagnac. They are similar liquors, made in different regions with slightly different tastes. I'm probably opening up some sort of hornets nest by that description, but it's not necessarily the quality of the knowledge gained in so much as that realization that the world is much bigger than you thought when you stumbled upon the fact.
I think I'll use this forum as a place to note these little realizations. A list of my ignorances. A portrait of a world unfurling. Something like that.

10/18/04 01:26 pm - hullo and welcome

Hello World, as those computer science textbooks started.

The point of this is to just have a place to blather on, and perchance, to stumble upon brilliance. Conversation is the best way for me to realize my ideas, when I have something else to bounce them against. Not that all ideas are bouncy. Some are pointy and can hurt. Some are sticky and won't go away. And some are brittle and shatter upon examination. Some are merely hollow and make a nice sound when thrown.

If you wish to read, please do so. No obligations, though.
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