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Life of Colleen: February 2006
Hmmm...
posted by Colleen Shirazi
2006-02-18
at 5:52 PM (Pacific)
Crap. I have so not updated this blog in ages.
Lessee...it's cold here. Not East Coast, blanket o' snow cold, by any means. Just California cold, I should be sunbathing by now cold...I'm just saying.
I think the Internet has entered a new phase. I've been surfing around, checking out other sites...I do this every few days, so any time there's a change, I notice it right away.
The Net has entered what I think of as a "fake" phase. Before, only a limited number of people had blogs, only a limited number of people posted on forums. There was a non-profit, consumer-oriented, my-web-hosting-is-cheap sort of feel to it all.
Now, so many glossy, new blogs are pulling all the traffic. I go there and smell something subtly fake. i.e. these are not real blogs. They're...shills. If you look closely, you are being sold something.
So I went back and actually traced my own Internet presence. Not because I care but because I date back to those "old" days. I put my references here: Colleen's Adult Acne Blog.
It's the capitalist dilemma...if you push something too far, and fake people out too much, the silver bubble of money will burst. Because perhaps the real beauty of the Internet is that it's still...that it has to be, by definition...governed by geeks. The beauty is that you are reaching an intelligent audience with still some geek-cash to burn. If you pervert it too much, then you might as well advertise on cable tv. You will produce yet another medium that has no credibility whatsoever.
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Life During Wartime
posted by Colleen Shirazi
2006-02-01
at 11:01 AM (Pacific)
I heard this song on the radio...I listen to the radio in the morning, only. The other day, in fact, I heard a song I had similarly not heard in what feels like decades..."The Year of the Cat" by Al Stewart:
The Year of the Cat lyrics
I was pondering how each line had been so carefully written. I heard this song many times when I was a kid; of course I didn't understand what was happening in the song (nice English guy goes to foreign land, sleeps with mysterious beautiful woman, misses his tourist bus the next day, says, oh well...), but when I heard it again, how pure and crystalline are those lyrics.
:D The Al Stewart site instructs us to spread the word, so here goes:
Now, "Life During Wartime." I heard that this morning and almost burst out laughing...there were easily six different references in it to what used to be facets of ordinary life, that are all gone now.
Lyrics courtesy Talking-Heads.Net
Life During Wartime
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Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons,
packed up and ready to go
Heard of some gravesites, out by the highway,
a place where nobody knows
The sound of gunfire, off in the distance,
I'm getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstore, lived in the ghetto,
I've lived all over this town
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
this ain't no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey,
I ain't got time for that now
Transmit the message, to the receiver,
hope for an answer some day
I got three passports, a couple of visas,
you don't even know my real name
High on a hillside, the trucks are loading,
everything's ready to roll
I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nightime,
I might not ever get home
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
this ain't no fooling around
This ain't no mudd club, or C. B. G. B.,
I ain't got time for that now
Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.?
You oughta know not to stand by the window
somebody might see you up there
I got some groceries, some peanut butter,
to last a couple of days
But I ain't got no speakers, ain't got no
headphones, ain't got no records to play
Why stay in college? Why go to night school?
Gonna be different this time
Can't write a letter, can't send a postcard,
I can't write nothing at all
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
this ain't no fooling around
I'd like to kiss you, I'd love you hold you
I ain't got no time for that now
Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock,
we blended in with the crowd
We got computers, [you do?????]
we're tapping phone lines,
I know that that ain't allowed [it isn't?????]
We dress like students, we dress like housewives,
or in a suit and a tie
I changed my hairstyle, so many times now,
I don't know what I look like!
You make me shiver, I feel so tender,
we make a pretty good team
Don't get exhausted, I'll do some driving,
you ought to get you some sleep
Get you instructions, follow directions,
then you should change your address
Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day,
whatever you think is best
Burned all my notebooks, what good are
notebooks? They won't help me survive [try a Blackberry]
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace,
the burning keeps me alive
Try to stay healthy, physical fitness,
don't want to catch no disease
Try to be careful, don't take no chances,
you better watch what you say
/*****/
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