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Okay two different women had

Okay two different women had

Okay two different women had commentary on crappy guy behavior (CGB). Any commentary from guys on the origins of CGB?

As one who has transcended gender and has never had a bad relationship with a girl such concepts are of course alien to me. :)

Here it is the forum

Here it is the forum

Here it is the forum for everyone to get all your bitching in about what’s missing in your publishing experience. What does blogger not do that you wish it did? I’ll even start this off with a list:

the package

the package

the package: the pack-age ([th]& ‘pa-kij) noun: The creamy, yummy center. The part of a work that goes above and beyond the expectations of the listener/viewer/reader. The package experience manifests itself physically in any number of ways but they all can be described as a moment when, however briefly, the person transcends life as he knows it and glimpses something bigger. <that song really delivers the package.>

I’ve been building a list of songs that deliver the package. The limitations are that it has to fit on one 74 minute audio CD. Here is what I have so far in track order:

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Yesterday I was thinking about

Yesterday I was thinking about

Yesterday I was thinking about all the revisions I am going to make to my site and one of them involves the great DVD rental service Netflix I’m building a separate area to capture my movie tastes. One of the smaller pieces of it involves docking my Netflix rental queue on the page. I wanted to let people in on what I plan to rent and watch. I’ve even toyed with the idea of letting people put things in my queue.

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Saturday. The two of them

Saturday. The two of them

Saturday. The two of them talked for hours believing it was endless, until daylight came climbing over the back fence and chased them home.

Okay, it's driving me crazy.

Okay, it's driving me crazy.

Okay, it’s driving me crazy. I’ve got to write something even though technically the next blog I had planned was about what home is. I have the pictures picked out that I want to plug into it. Thankfully they will be more like icons than photos so no more big pictures taking up lots of space. I just can’t seem to write the durn thing.

Friday I saw Yume Bitsu and !!! when they opened up for Modest Mouse at the Ridglea Theater. I must lead a charmed life because Dave and Leia made time in their schedules to trek west with me to Fort Worth for the festivities. Yume Bitsu is definitely of the post-rock ilk which suits me just fine as I’ve been inundating myself with post-rock staples such as Mogwai and godspeed you black emperor! for the past year. Unfortunately Modest Mouse still has some work to do on their live performances, they sound better in the studio. Not surprisingly they played completely different versions of some of their Moon & Antarctica songs because the studio effects were not reproducible live. (However, Radiohead had studio intensive albums and they still put on a rocking show.) I’m hoping my Built to Spill experience on the 30th captures the brilliance of their live album.

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4-5-01 (Village Inn Motel in

4-5-01 (Village Inn Motel in

4-5-01 (Village Inn Motel in Malad, ID)

I should have written last night. I stayed at a hotel in Blanding, Utah. I went to Arches and Canyonlands yesterday. The contrast between the lush, green Rockies and Utah’s reds and browns was so stark one has to wonder if it was done with careful deliberation by one more powerful than us. I took that as my cue to go looking for contrast when I took photos. I wanted to see nature vying with itself. In places the ground was so hard that the roots of trees couldn’t penetrate.
They just curl in upon themselves. Some trees do manage to find root there and thrive in conditions that seem impossible. I was surprised to see one that had fought its way through the heat, dry weather and hard rock beneath it. All is not a solitary struggle, symbiosis exists there as well. The most prominent example of symbiotic life in the Utah desert is the special macrobiotic crust that grows on top of the dirt. The crust needs the dry environment in order to survive. The desert floor needs the crust to hold it together and prevent it from eroding away into nothing.

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I got to Idaho and

I got to Idaho and

I got to Idaho and spent the night in Malad City. I was desperate to get off the interstate. Interstates have their place when you want to get somewhere quickly but all that convenience comes at a cost. I looked at the map for any place that looked like it would be interesting. One place was the “U.S. Sheep Experimental Station” and the other was a small dot called “Atomic City.” I called a friend who had access to a browser and asked him what he could tell me about the USSES and he couldn’t find anything that presented a compelling opportunity. I hit the old highway and started heading west towards Atomic City.

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This past Spring I went

This past Spring I went

This past Spring I went driving through the American West. One of the places I visited was the Craters of the Moon National Monument. It’s in south central Idaho near Arco (The first city in the world powered by atomic power). The Craters of the Moon lava field covers 618 square miles and has more than 25 volcanic cones. It also has 60 different lava flows. The Presidential declaration which named it a national monument said it “…has a weird and unusual landscape peculiar to itself…” {{<figure src="/images/cratermoon1.jpg" title="" class=“align-right” >}}.

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This time it's things that

This time it's things that

This time it’s things that start with a P. Private. Personal. Public. Pain. Pleasure. Publish.
(Riffing on King Crimson’s song Elephant Talk)

“You should write more personal things,” Karen said.

That statement taps into a huge reservoir of conflict I’ve been swimming through the past couple of weeks. I’ve been disappointed by the pabulum plodding it’s way through my blog. I was happy with the PLO story. For as long as I can remember I’ve always wanted to heal people, and I had hoped my humorous vignette with it’s bigger lesson about the fate of fanatics would provide a palliative for people’s pain. Still it didn’t go as far as it could have to uncover personal things.

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