:Archive Of February 2005:
Thursday, February 24, 2005 - 6:25 PM -
Street-folk heading down the sidewalk playing guitar. Except it's electric, and plugged into a really loud amp in a shopping cart. Hands on the guitar, kick the shopping cart every few steps to keep rolling. Some bluesy stratocaster classic from thirty years ago that I really should remember the rest of, but left me humming Lazy instead.
you're lazy just stay in bed you're lazy just stay in bed you don't want no money you don't want no bread if you're drowning you don't clutch no straw if you're drowning you don't clutch no straw you don't want to live you don't want to cry no more well my trying ain't done no good i said my trying ain't done no good you don't make no effort no not like you should lazy you just stay in bed lazy you just stay in bed you don't want no money you don't want no bread
(EDIT: yeah, I know that looks like hell in Opera 7.54u2. I've got a tweak in my CSS to deal with an old Moz PRE bug that was never fixed, and it seemed to sort things for O6, IE6, and M1.75 just fine. Dunno what's up with O7, and I'll look at it when I have time.)
Wednesday, February 23, 2005 - 2:31 AM -
Well, why the hell not? Kinda silly that he hadn't done this already, actually.
Monday, February 21, 2005 - 3:04 AM -
Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas.
Has it been five years? Six? It seems like a lifetime - the kind of peak that never comes again.
San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. But no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there, and alive, in that corner of time in the world. Whatever it meant.
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda.
There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right - that we were winning. And that, I think, was the handle. That sense of inevitable victory over the forces of old and evil. Not in any mean or military sense - we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting - on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave.
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look west. And with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high water mark - that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
Friday, February 18, 2005 - 5:01 AM -
Tuesday, February 01, 2005 - 2:34 PM -
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