on being gwyneth

i’d forgotten how much i like this album.

i really need to go out and get the later one.

this is brilliant.

from the site:

“Eigenradio plays only the most important frequencies, only the beats with the highest entropy. [...] When you’re tuned in to Eigenradio, you always know that you’re hearing the latest, rawest, most statistically separable thing you can possibly put in your ear.”

this gig, and this project specifically, is going to destroy my posture or my back or both. i’m sitting here trying to wrap my head around mapping xml specs to an sql schema, and i’m leaned over farther than william buckley, grinding my teeth slowly and staring at the screen while i assimilate by some mysterious combination of osmosis and insight a dark and arcane little corner of web technology.

for some reason, sitting up straight just doesn’t seem to be possible. maybe it’s a metaphorical thing… the information is twisty and strange, so i’m shaping my body to accomodate it.

i understand that the food court just near me has lost several of its tenants nearly overnight, including a McDonald’s (if i hear someone call it “mickey D’s” one more time, i’m pulling out the attack penguin), a Sbarro, and *GASP*, the Guapo’s at which i could get a decent texmex lunch for under $6.

whatever this is, it ain’t progress.

when the seriously butch middle-aged woman who may or may not actually be a dyke but who you actually sort of like *because* everyone else in the office thinks she’s something of a hardass casually says “hey beautiful” when she passes by you in the kitchen, it warms a cockle or two.

while i’m on the subject, the same part of me that responds to that can’t help but dig hillary clinton.

aka The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen…
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god DAMN it was fucking cold on that metro platform this morning.

and i can’t seem to find pants that fit right now. i’m between sizes or something, and i’m beginnng to wonder if i’ve shrunk a little… tall lengths shouldn’t be scraping the pavement. i guess i’ll try to measure myself tonight.

hrmf.

is now a redhead.
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first of all, it’s pronounced sense-oh-REE-uh, as in the song by cabaret voltaire.

which, by the nature of the reference itself, is sort of the explanation.
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