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Sep. 11th, 2004 10:33 amThere's a possiblity of course that last night wasn't just inevitable exhaustion or one of my random bouts of depression, but a 9/11 reaction. I thought of it at the time too, but I hate even the possibility that I could be like that, because while I do spend a lot of time thinking about things I can't control -- they aren't the big world events sort of things so much as the random crap specific to my life.
The front page of the New York Post yesterday shrilly lambasted some company or other for setting tins of cookies to mark the day (what did we name this holiday a couple of years back -- I can't remember now... Freedom Day? Patriot Day? It got named something). While the New York Post is an constant source of irritation-inspiring amusement to all NY'ers, this one particularly irked me. First, there must have been something better to put on the cover. Second, don't give what you don't like publicity, and Third, there was a time when all sorts of solemn national holidays weren't about cookouts and sleeping late. One day this one will change too and the cookie people will be ready -- in other words... it doesn't really matter.
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splix's advice and got the Black Hawk Down soundtrack. I hadn't realized it too was Hans Zimmer. Hans Zimmer seems to own me lately, although mostly because I find his soundtracks funny and bombastic (and they always seem to have little goodies in the liner notes like "overproduced by" or the absurd titles everything on the KA soundtrack wound up with). It's good shit, but it's still shit, much like 80s music. That said, the BHD soundtrack is really, painfully intelligent, and that's sort of weird coming from my understanding of this guy's soundtracks. Also it has a Lisa Gerard moment, and while I am a longtime fan of Dead Can Dance for a lot of reasons, there's a specific place she seems to go in her soundtrack work that makes it sound like the syllables emitted from her are globules of energy... I can't explain it.. but there's a weird round quality to her voice that I am quite keen on. Anyway, it made me cry, twice, at work yesterday -- once amorphously and once in a big deep fucked up way about Iraq and all these people who are dying there for no reason that makes any damn sense.
I'm less of a pacifist than many of the people I know. Sometimes you have to fight, and sometimes people die. But we shouldn't be in Iraq, at all, and now we've got to figure out an exit strategy that addresses too many issues at once, and even if we were inclined to be looking for that exit strategy (it seems quite clear were not), I've no idea what it would be.
Anyway, so here we are again, and the weather's always the same.
The front page of the New York Post yesterday shrilly lambasted some company or other for setting tins of cookies to mark the day (what did we name this holiday a couple of years back -- I can't remember now... Freedom Day? Patriot Day? It got named something). While the New York Post is an constant source of irritation-inspiring amusement to all NY'ers, this one particularly irked me. First, there must have been something better to put on the cover. Second, don't give what you don't like publicity, and Third, there was a time when all sorts of solemn national holidays weren't about cookouts and sleeping late. One day this one will change too and the cookie people will be ready -- in other words... it doesn't really matter.
I took
splix's advice and got the Black Hawk Down soundtrack. I hadn't realized it too was Hans Zimmer. Hans Zimmer seems to own me lately, although mostly because I find his soundtracks funny and bombastic (and they always seem to have little goodies in the liner notes like "overproduced by" or the absurd titles everything on the KA soundtrack wound up with). It's good shit, but it's still shit, much like 80s music. That said, the BHD soundtrack is really, painfully intelligent, and that's sort of weird coming from my understanding of this guy's soundtracks. Also it has a Lisa Gerard moment, and while I am a longtime fan of Dead Can Dance for a lot of reasons, there's a specific place she seems to go in her soundtrack work that makes it sound like the syllables emitted from her are globules of energy... I can't explain it.. but there's a weird round quality to her voice that I am quite keen on. Anyway, it made me cry, twice, at work yesterday -- once amorphously and once in a big deep fucked up way about Iraq and all these people who are dying there for no reason that makes any damn sense.I'm less of a pacifist than many of the people I know. Sometimes you have to fight, and sometimes people die. But we shouldn't be in Iraq, at all, and now we've got to figure out an exit strategy that addresses too many issues at once, and even if we were inclined to be looking for that exit strategy (it seems quite clear were not), I've no idea what it would be.
Anyway, so here we are again, and the weather's always the same.
