Realization

Y’know, I’m done posting about my actual feelings here.  It becomes increasingly clear that I can’t deal what happens to me internally when I do and then feel that I have to defend myself — that’s not a knock on anyone, by the way; just the truth of my own inability to express myself.

So from now on — occasional prosaic comments on daily events, the occasional political or otherwise interesting news item, and poems and gig news.  That’s it. 

I never thought of this site — mine anyway — as being about social networking, really.  It’s like a bulletin board in public to me, and from now on, that’s how I’m treating it.  Infer what you will about me from poems if you need to; I’ve said before how dangerous that is in my work, but feel free.

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Just started using last.fm.  It’s ok — still not surprising enough for me, but it’s nice to be able to go from hearing the Fall to Ani to Mogwai without actually buying things when I’m watching money.

Between iTunes, streaming radio, and this, I’m pretty much set for the moment.  Next step is to get the 600+ peices of vinyl, the 500 or so CDs, and all the varied cassettes I own onto digital media and I’ll be really good.

And now, it’s A Tribe Called Quest.  I love serendipity.

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See y’all at JJJ tonight for the IWPS slamoff.  Still debating slamming, although not all that seriously.