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snow - how lucky! I wanted to have a white x-mas when I went to my mom's house in Milwaukee, but no such luck. There was no snow on the ground and none in the air. There were some flurries on x-mas eve, but nothing stuck. I don't like snow when I'm flying - de-icing the plane scares me. If there's even a little ice on the wings it can be pretty bad news and I get nervous enough about flying as it is. Or actually just landing. Which is why I don't like landing in San Diego. It's kinda cool that you fly so low over the city and I want to like it, but really it freaks me out a bit. When I lived in North Park I used to be able to see my house from the plane. That always seemed wrong to me. ah, well.
Miss Speck and the Giant Librarians Happy 2003, people! I just got back a few hours ago from some very cold lands (a couple of you know these lands well :) ). I flew into New Hampshire last Thursday and spent the week in Massachusetts and Maine. I met my boyfriend's parents and some of his siblings and their spouses. His sister had a baby boy on my second day there, and I got to meet and hold the tiny little guy when he was 4 days old. I don't recall ever holding anyone so tiny...his forearm had to have been less than 3 inches long. It was pretty awesome, especially since there's a good chance I'll become this kid's aunt at some point. It didn't snow at all (though there was plenty already on the ground when I arrived) until the wee hours this morning, and it kept falling all while my boyfriend drove me back to the airport at 4:30am. I guess Macneil is used to it, but I would have had to pull over if I'd been behind the wheel. I bid him a teary goodbye in a sleep-deprived state of delerium at the airport, and watched the crowds in a daze until I scrambled onto the plane. After my flight boarded, they made us sit there for another hour and a half before takeoff because they had to wash all of the ice and snow off of the plane. The truck that they use to hose the plane down with ran out and they had to send it out to re-fill while we waited, yawning and anxious. Over eight hours later we finally landed in San Diego where it was 73 degrees. I love flying into that airport, with the mountains and then the city, and then the rooftops of Balboa Park, the rooftops of the city, the plane looking like it's going to land on the rooftops, and then the ocean and suddenly braking on the landing strip. Then I had a drive back to LA that lasted nearly three hours. I should have slept right away but of course I got caught up on the computer. I'm exhausted and hungry, and I think the exhaustion is winning out. Night all, it's nice to be home.
Anna oh, ok, found it now, jimmy. (listening.) well, i like the backwards part better! 2003 is where it's at? all righty, then! i'm glad we're here.
Vicki i went to a hardcore show in allston for new years it was a band that used to be straight edge. a lot of shit happened at the show it was okay. kids are stupid though. xoxo anna cuddlecore
Anna I had an alright new year's eve. It started off good but then it ended up being just kind of okay and somewhat pointless. I went to Oakland to see my friend's band play, which was very fun. It was a fun punk show and everyone was drunk on Pabst and happy and goofy and wearing Happy New Year's tiaras and hats and such things like that. We should have stayed there longer, but we left around 1am to come back to the city and go to this other party that this guy was having in his loft. That was the kinda so-so part of the night. It was totally fucking crowded at the party and everyone was completely off their heads by the time we showed up. It was kind of a weird vibe. I was just a little drunk oh and I took half a hit of some 10 year old acid that someone had found mixed in with old rave flyers from '92 (hee hee!) which I didn't think would do anything but in retrospect I think it kind of did. Everyone else there was way into their pills and just kinda sloppy. But not in a friendly way, in more of a tweeky hostile way. It was strange. And it was so crowded it was hard to dance and they were playing mostly 80's electroclash stuff which is fine but I'm not totally into it, so I spent most of the night out in the hall and got into a long dark convo with one of my friends because his girlfriend started using heroin again and he's obviously totally bummed out about that. Such a drag. At any rate, I left there around 6am and went to another friend's house for an after party, but as soon as I got there I realized that I actually just wanted to go home and go to bed. And then yesterday I went to this other party and it was more of the same really. Totally crowded, faded people, so-so music, and me feeling like I couldn't find my spot there. Probably because everyone was on pills again except for me. And then after that party I went to the Top, still in hopes of finding that really good time that I wanted to be having, but it wasn't happening there either. It was basically like everyone from the other party had now come to the Top which isn't very large so now it was REALLY crowded and it felt like this weird continuation of the party at Manni's place from the night before. yeesh. I don't know why I went there. ah, well. And now today I'm tired since I didn't get home until 3, but it's not like "yeah whatever, I'm tired but it was a fun night!" It's more like yeah whatever. and oops I spent a lot of money. yeesh. somehow new year's stuff in the city just doesn't go off. It's strange because parties go off here all the time, but not then. I guess it's just the nature of the new year's beast.
Miss Speck and the Giant Librarians dropping by to say that i hope everyone has a happy new year. one of my new years resolutions is to a do a lot more work on the site. xoxox anna cuddlecore
Anna Work. Bad taste in mouth. No sleep. Noone in dark parking lot. Two people in office. Looked at calendar. Came in 2 days early. Work. Bad taste in mouth. No sleep. Noone in dark parking lot. Two people in office. Looked at calendar. Came in 2 days early. Work. Bad taste in mouth. No sleep. Noone in dark parking lot. Two people in office. Looked at calendar. Came in 2 days early. Work. Bad taste in mouth. No sleep. Noone in dark parking lot. Two people in office. Looked at calendar. Came in 2 days early. What the hell. Driving home now.
jimmy Cool Vicki! If you don't find "Darling Nikki", I already provided it for you! It's the first link in the last post. ________________ ....and Happy New Year! I felt like 2002 was pregnant. 2003 is where it's at. @))#
jimmy jimmy, that is so interesting! i'd like to hear prince sing some real gospel stuff after that, wowie. (i have never heard "darling nikki," will go look on winmx right now.) wait, maybe he already has sung real gospel, and i just don't know about it. hmmm... happy new year to everyone at xenius! i wish you all nothing but good stuff in '03. vicki
Vicki If you're familiar with Prince's song "Darling Nikki", you know that at the end of the song there is an eerie but soulful reversed jam. I'd always wondered what was going on there, and I've spent many hours digging through records and playing them backwards as a kid (including other instances of Prince's backwards masking)... I never found "Darling Nikki" on vinyl though. Well, I just got the mp3 and using Soundforge, I reversed the end of the song to reveal what seems to have been intended as an uplifting religious message, rather than eerie and forboding. It doesn't surprise me that after such a raunchy song, he would want to make amends somehow; it's almost apologetic, like, "uh, lord, about that last song...well...ok, let me just be your messenger". The song, as riske as it is, is among one of his most beautiful pieces. Prince's work is everywhere, and it is instantly recognizable if you listen closely. Like Danny Elfman, whose music is unmistakable even if disguised in film by a mundane plot having nothing to do with aliens, ragdolls or haunted christmas' (i.e., Good Will Hunting), Prince shines through his work: Cyndi Lauper's "Time After Time" has Prince's fingerprint on it, his odd melodies, his sad, soulful whine, and his tainted string arrangements. Sinead O'Connor's big hit, "Nothing Compares 2 U" isn't even disguised, it has Prince's somewhat annoying shorthand in the title and definitely, DEFINITELY is marked by his sense of arrangement. Anyway, I uploaded the message at the end of "Darling Nikki". 
jimmy 
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