Solsbury Hill sucks

I hate Peter Gabriel's "Solsbury Hill." It sucks. It's a sucky song. It's a song that always feels like it's going somewhere, but never gets there. It never resolves. It stresses me out. Every time I hear it I turn it off (if I can). The lyrics are uninspiring but mostly unoffensive ("Hey look I found Christ!").

This blogpost is important, because as of right now there are zero, count 'em zero hits when searching "Solsbury Hill sucks" on Google. That is a travesty. Cause this song really sucks. It's one of my least favorite.

Luckily, in just a few instances, this post will remedy that lack. Which is important, because really, I can't stand this song. Seriously guys. Solsbury Hill sucks.

This evening

Spirit with spirits – I've made poor choices, but have no regrets.,

El Diamante spends his life in a semi-intoxicated haze – why shouldn't I be in similar shape while I play?

Man I had forgotten about Buttons.

Now I want to go to sleep even less. I could stay up for hours on this.

~*Problems*~

I am living with a profound shame. I think I like Say Anything. It...it's not on purpose. Actually, it's Angelica's fault. But the shame is mine.

It started as a joke, sorta. You see, back when I used my MP3 player (before the lack of backwards compatibility from Vista and the lack of forwards compatibility from Zen semi-bricked it), I would occasionally play a game called "Unfortunate Musical Juxtapositions." It basically consisted of me playing the edges of my library for (presumed) comic effect. One of my more effective combos was Buddy Holly's "Every Day" followed by "Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too" (that version I link sucks far more than the low-fi version I had on the Zen). People would get very irritated, even though I don't think that most of them actually cared about Buddy Holly one way or the other. I was able to excuse away having this song as being part of the game and also maybe being just the one song like this that rubbed me right.

But now it's another one – "The Futile" – that I encountered on one of Angelica mix CDs. I really wish I hated it, but I don't. I see Youtube screennames like "chickidychina95" and "xXemoscenewhateverXx" and realize that, in some small way, I am among them.

I shouldn't like this! I should scorn this. But I don't. I sorta dig it. And I am ashamed.

The ideals of ignorance

You know what gives me a good feeling? This whole Roxana Saberi thing. And I mean yes, I'm glad she was released (particularly because it happened without a lot of American posturing and threats), but more than that, I'm glad that she's half Japanese. Or rather, I'm glad that I didn't know that until I chanced to see a picture of her mother, and then went to look it up.

No one mentioned her ethnic makeup. In none of the articles I read in the few months did any news agency feel compelled to note, as an aside, that her mother was Japanese. They mentioned her Iranian heritage – because it was a propos – but they let her non-relevant ethnicity pass without mention. This is a hopeful thing! Ethnicity is typically not actually relevant, but its mention as an identifier tends to give it much more weight than it deserves. I hope in the future I have no idea that the guy who negotiates a peace with India and Pakistan is half Mongolian and half Ecuadorian. Or whatever.

She is awfully pretty though. No wonder.

I am a rational actor

I just got back from an unspeakably fun session of Spirit of the Century. There will soon be a full re-hashing of events on my character's blog, but suffice to say, it was totally, 100% worth the studying I didn't do.

Now I've gotta sleep instead of doing that studying. Finals weeks is shaping up to be fun.

العربية بدون سبب

والآن سأكتب بالعرية لأنني أريد أن أحدّث على نفسي وأنا أعرف أنّه في المستقبل سأضحك عندما أقرأ هذا النص.

أشعر بالحزن قليلا الليل. لا أعرف السبب الكامل, لكن هذا غير مهم. المهم هو الشعور. فقد أرجو أنّ حبيبتي كانت هنا معي, وأرجو أنّني تكلمت وكتبت بالعربية أحسن.

يا الله