I've been begatten
, or begot, or something. Thanks, Masq
! It only took a little grovelling . . . I grovel so well.
I'm not quite sure what this will turn out to be: it may turn out that LiveJournal is not the place for someone who deals with as much writer's block as I do. This may turn out more bloggish than LJ; most of my online reading is in the blogosphere rather than in LiveJournals. Someone once commented that blogs tend to be a male domain while LJ tends to be dominated by women. Of course, someone else tried to make a sociobiological point about this: men "hunt" links, while women "gather" together into communities. Of course, there are plenty of female bloggers (though I only have one bookmarked; my favorites folder is as disturbingly sexually segregated as my CD collection). There are probably lots of male LJers too -- I just don't know any. (In any case, I reject simplistic notions of sociobiology, such as the straw man [my straw is pretty sexually segregated too] I set up a few sentences above. Yes, I strongly oppose the caricatures of arguments I draw myself!)
I should talk about "Touched," being somewhat known as someone who talks about Buffy
cited me! take that Ded!), but I have yet to figure out the cut-tag, so no spoilers yet. All in all though, I was pretty underwhelmed. "Underwhelmed" has been my Buffy
-theme since "Smashed." Over on ATPo
there's a kerfluffle over whether Angel or Spike is Buffy's true love. (I'm considering reviving my saga of the Sha'i-Pir Wars
.) At this point, the only relationship I really want to see Buffy indulge in is with a large bottle of Prozac.
After reading about it in The Major Lift, The Minor Fall
, I had to go out and get the Oxford American Annual Southern Music Issue
. I already have the Swamp Dogg (but you
don't, and you should
), but I didn't have Little Milton's version of "Grits Ain't Groceries," which rocks righteous! Plus, the Blind Boys of Alabama! Esther Phillips! R.L. Burnside! A bunch of people I've never heard of! A whole bunch of great blues, rockabilly, soul, gospel and hillbilly at that point where they all come together and genre (color?) doesn't mean a damn. The Marilyn Monroe/Jane Russell track from Gentlemen Prefer Blondes
seems a bit out of place, but what do you want to bet rahael
In other music news, cjl demands
that we all go buy the new reissue
of Live At Leeds
. I (for once in my life) am showing sales resistance. I've already bought the damn thing twice: first, in its original six-track configuration
(which the AMG claims runs for 19:14 -- if they're correct it may be the shortest major album ever released); second, in its 1995 18-track configuration
. I just don't see much reason to buy it a third time; I don't even like The Who that much anymore, and I think endlessly mutating permutations of Live at Leeds
may be part of the reason.
Anyway, welcome to my nightmare. Hope you enjoy it!