Preacher on the radio
he just called me out by name

I just have to state it publicly (to the few of you who read this, the ones that I've probably already shared this with): The Octobers are fucking great. It might be that I'm biased, which I am, but fuck all that, biased opinions are at the root of all widespread opinions. Really, I can't stress this enough, hands down one of the best albums of the year, one that, were this a just world, would end up in every music mag's "while you were sleeping" or likeminded column. In the last week I have listened to the cd at least 20 times. It's really just that good. Bravo.
Now I am scared about recording.

So, anyway, went in for jury duty Tuesday. It wasn't nearly as much fun as I had imagined, though I did almost finish Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour - An Introduction, which is unheard of since I am typically a slow reader. Was forced to watch a video where Charles Kuralt explained that I wasn't there for jury "duty," but rather for jury "service." Then I learned everything that I could not do during my "service" in a "trial" on what might be "the most boring day of my life." Luckily there were two televisions in the room, otherwise people might have been forced to talk as we waited. Televisions showing court shows like Divorce Court, etc. (why people would watch these shows as we waited impatiently to go into a trial, it was just too much for me, the confusion) and/or a soap opera or Lifetime movie simultaneously made it a little hard to concentrate on my reading. But then I was selected for the trial pool, then selected to get in the box, so my day was rapidly becoming more interesting. Then it was a trial about a father possibly doing something with his daughter, a minor, and then I wanted to watch Judge Joe Brown real bad like. Luckily I was not selected, my actual address not being the same as my current "permanent" (parents') address, ie- not actually living in Guilford County, where I was serving, baffled the D.A. and the judge until they finally just told me step down. So I went back and read more. At least I was paid twelve dollar. Which I will be taxed on.
Diary, different, better than Lullaby, strange.
Solaris, very soft, pretty, dark.
posted by beta at 10/02/2003 01:06:00 PM