Sunday, October 26, 2003

What a sad song:
Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan - Tere Bin Nahin Lagda Dil
I like what this song does to me:
Interpol - Roland
I love what this song does to me:
Air - Playground Love
There's an entirely different kind of snow falling in San Diego today.
I fell asleep in the living room, a room whose walls are made of windows, and I woke enveloped in an creamy orange light. The talking heads on the screen told me what had happened. Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn.
The scent of the burn is inescapable. The sun hovers in the sky like a maraschino cherry, threatening to come plummeting down and complete this sad sundae/Sunday of fire.
On a less conflagrant note, yesterday was simply marvelous. However, I fear that circumstance (and pomp) will not allow such activities to happen as often as I would have them. I cannot elaborate in such a public venue, but feel free to inquire within.
All this is going to catch up with me, isn't it?
Until then, I'm just going to have to keep
on


running.

Sunday, October 19, 2003

Do you realize...that you have the most beautiful face?


The events of the past weekend have been mind-boggling and draining of every resovoir of sanity I once thought I had. Now I realize I am little more than a scantily clad gerbil who is being tossed about in a swell of persecution and love. And mints. I really want to get a webcam.
There is this girl I know, she has a pointy head. She manages to maintain her desirability by eating souls of those less fortunate than her, eg. those who aren't hip enough to have undisclosed locations and really smashing nicknames.
I now fully intend to sit here perfectly still until my brain starts percolating or I fall asleep. Tomorrow, I intend to wear jeans, because it is Jeans Day, and I am a sheep. A black sheep. Bleat.

Thursday, October 09, 2003

jmeaney14: anyway what is your point
Shur1yTemple: i rarely have a point
jmeaney14: more of a nub really

Monday, October 06, 2003

USS Rattler, a 165-ton stern-wheel "tinclad" river
gunboat, was built in 1862 at Cincinnati, Ohio, as the
civilian steamer Florence Miller. Purchased by the
Navy in November 1862 and converted to a gunboat, she
was commissioned the following month. In January 1863,
Rattler led the Mississippi Squadron up the White and
Arkansas Rivers to capture Fort Hindman. In March, she
was flagship for the Yazoo Pass expedition, an
unsuccessful attempt to isolate the Mississippi River
strongpoint at Vicksburg. Rattler next took part in
raiding up the Red, Black, Tensa and Ouachita Rivers
during July 1863, assisting in the capture of the
Confederate steamer Louisville, which later became USS
Ouachita. She thereafter was employed on patrol and
convoy duties in the Mississippi River, largely near
the town of Rodney, Mississippi. A heavy gale near
Grand Gulf, Mississippi, on 30 December 1864 drove
Rattler ashore, causing her to strike a snag and sink.
After being abandoned by the U.S. Navy, she was burned
by the Confederates.