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You know, I decided that I especially like Polly Styrene because her pop is also from Northeast Africa. Also, the entire lineage of humanity but you get what I'm saying. It's whatever if people die. This song still makes me think fondly of high school and it's weird to think, well, not weird, but maybe instructive? This band was as far away in time from my highschool as I am now - Time.

You know what? Some things have happened. It was Easter! I don't care about Easter. I have to tell you - the narrative arc of christianity is totally upended by the resurrection. It ruins the moral lessons that precede the whole affair in the gospels and it undermines the notion that Christians will ever be able to act right or be good people. See - if there's just a dude who has some amount of divinity - and he tells you how to act and a lot of people realize that he's right- he's saying good stuff and we'll be like him, and then they are like him - that's fine. Add to that that he's killed for stirring up the status quo - well then that's kind of interesting. And tragic. Recognizable as a mirror of Socrates etc... Tradition. But then you have that dude come back to life and is all: "There's a special present for you after you die, not if you act right or anything, but if you continue not to act right and place the responsibility for your shittyness on me." It's pretty much a failure and doesn't work at all as a coherent moral system. Maybe you could be shamed into acting right because, hey, look how dude suffered to help you out? Acting right is its own reward you know. If you hang the promise of paradise in front of people... They'll only work hard enough not to get fired. Or something like that.


So I don't care about easter - easter is Xtianity jumping the shark. Plus it's on a sunday - nobody has shit to do on a sunday anyhow - so it's a nuisance - cause instead of getting a day off you get to be busy on what would be your day off. We did alright - went to the Cuyahoga Falls to see cousins and aunts and uncles sisters and brothers in law. Actually I just have the one brother in law - we got into some elaborate debate about the end of WWII - He wouldn't relent and agree that the Soviets won that one. That was their war man. Regardless of any leadership potential on FDR's part - Americans don't have the stomach for long military campaigns abroad - at least not corpse intensive ones, and certainly not for ten years or so. Plus, you know, democracy. It's fun to think that we're all warmongery now, but had a long tradition of being basically shitty at warfare. I wonder if we still have such a reputation abroad? Anyhow, Russian Blood.
Oh. Well we went to see Hanna, and that was good, it was pretty good. B was nutty about it and that's her thing to be nutty about - assassin girls. It was like the father-daughter relationship in Kick-Ass made less cartoony, more New-Wave. I was all, "this movie is very 60's, very new-wave." And she is all: "It's european, like Run-Lola-Run." And I was thinking: Philistine! Cause I'm a dick like that. Of course I'm not explicitly a dick to people, mostly. The movies were up because the old abandoned building in the Wasteland was down. Rainy weather and inconveniently so. Looks like an old school again? Maybe a kind of business. There's so many empty, discarded places to go. You know where I want to go? Abandoned power plant. Abandoned ship, abandoned movie theater.

And above all I think I'd like to hit up the hastily abandoned house. I think I could go for the occupied house where people are not present. I think I could go for the - your house while you are at work. Because I think how people live is more interesting than where they used to work. I wish there was some job or secret pass I could get that would allow me to just trespass into people's houses whenever. I won't steal! Promise, I'll just look through your things and probably take a couple of pictures. Promise!
Oh, and it's nice outside. If you didn't know, it's pretty great. We were walking and noticing the shapes of the clouds again. A dog jumping over a fence and a pelican.

After school, yesterday, there was a performance at the university, some people sang opera songs and I went to see em. For some reason though - you know how some rooms are really big but you feel notably huger than usual in them?

Listen - this could be a problem that only I have. You have a bad day where you're hulking and enormous and gross and apelike? Do you ever feel like you're a giant upsetting King-Kong and that if you move around in the wrong way you'll crush someone and that everyone is staring right at you because you're a giant unwelcome problem? It's a thing that could happen! You can be too big for the biggest room - if it's the right kind of room. You can be too small for a crowded bus too, if you are. But the singing was lovely. It was. I really felt for the performers though - recital- which meant that they were sitting and staring blankly for most of an hour while their cohort did their performances. Sitting and having to stare at the audience in stony stillness. I felt myself having to go to the bathroom on their account! It was brutal.

I guess talking about the bathroom is the end of this. There - if you go to the bathroom now, then I've won.
Also this sign was in the bathroom. I wish Bill Luck but I don't know what he's trying to pull.

You Do Not Care About Tiberius Gracchus

( Seriously, it's pretty long and not that good )