You committed one when you opened this [post].

Keep it up. It is our only hope.

Going to this M.Attack one advertised above, I am tickled by the anticipation...

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Recently, I've been reading Stand on Zanzibar, by 1960's English science-fiction writer John Brunner. The book rings very close to home and relevant to me, being 2010, the year of events in the book and dealing mainly in the context of an overpopulated, over-burdened world society. Forgive the dramatic underpinnings of the opening remarks. I don't necessarily want to get all sorts of dark and heavy up front, but it is an intriguing topic considering some of our current-day cities have become conurbations and megalopolis. Or rather - the continuous city.

Spent last weekend in Atlantic City for a good friends Bachelor Party. He brought his fiance along and her party was held as well. We did our own thing out at the casinos, etc. But the first night we partied gloriously in a beach house. It was quite fun reconnecting with my friends and meeting new great friends. However, gambling is the type of friend who courts and robs me blind every single time. I'm just never going to be good at it, so I'm not going to try.

I have been dropped into the deep end of the pool at my work, suited with proper concrete footwear. In such a manner, I have been attempting to swim and stay afloat. The shock of the cold watered reality was certainly felt after moping about for several months and exerting my energy towards feeling generally cynical and sorry for myself. But this is all behind me now that I have a back-breaking purpose. All this work can not be what I imagined for myself as a kid, could it? On some level, it must strike some as absurd. Ever onward and upward we go. Shall we?

I'm getting my shit together to bring some excellent concert coverage (poster maybe ?)to the Mog during the upcoming summer and the music will again flow like a much-rejuvenated mountain spring after quite a water-shed season. I will even have a decent camera for once which I am very excited to weld professionally or scrrew up irrevocably. Hopefully the former. At work I get to use something referred to as a FLiR. It is an infra-red camera that measures the temperature of a surface and displays visually. I'm not too shy to call it pretty sweeet. If I walk across a floor and aim for the floor, I will be able to see my previous foot-falls as their heat fades from the floor surface. Very Mission Impossible. I don't use it for espionage or in a spy capacity though so don't get excited yourself.

Going back to school this summer, just for one course, but am going to finish my degree with it. Hold your well-wishes, it is a sure thing so I don't want anyone to jinx me ;P. Today in NYC was a rather wet and smoldering type of miserable -weather throughout the afternoon. The kind of weather I rather enjoy. The wet covering of the limited foliage of Manhattan was glowing in radiance as it soaked up the nutrients and moisture. All systems are ghosts. All happening is spontaneous. Following is the opening page of John Brunner's "information-overload" novel:

There's a belief still current among British schoolchildren that you could stand the entire human race on the 147-square-mile Isle of Wight, elbow to elbow and face to face.

Well, that may have been true around the time of World War I although nobody keeping records accurate enough for us to be certain. However, right now you would have a tough job packing us on the 221-square-mile Isle of Man.

And by 2010-the time this book takes place- you would need an altogether larger island, something like the 640-square-mile surface of Zanzibar.

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Phantogram : As Far As I Can See [Eyelid Movies]

Suis La Lune : I Can't Believe I Spelled It Out For You [Heir]

Naked Raygun : Those Who Move [All Rise]

Les Savy Fav : We've Got Boxes [The Cat & The Cobra]

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