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The Groove


Those of you who have seen the tracklisting for my Spring Mix CD, will notice track 3, Kanye West's eminently dancable "Touch the Sky". Nothing has managed to dampen my love for this song, not a rotation on BBY "Radio," not the fact that its video features Pamela Anderson, not even Kanye sometimes talking like a space alien from the planet Gibberish-431.

I was working in the copy room at SCHARP, yesterday, and listening to my iPod as I scanned documents. When "Touch the Sky" came on, I started busting a move right there. I mean, seriously busting a move. Two minutes or so in, I did a fancy little spin (it was pretty cool...I felt good doing it), and that was when I noticed not one, but four co-workers were standing there, watching me. Meaning, they were doing nothing but standing and watching. They weren't checking their mailboxes. They weren't colating, making copies, or grabbing office supplies. No. Just watching. So, what did I do, you might wonder?

I shrugged, turned back toward the scanner, and just started right back in. You can't kill the groove, man. You can't kill the groove.

Further Evidence....

...that I am in fact not a man at all. Last year, these luscious sandals you see to the left wrapped their delicate tendrils around my heart. Since then, I have thought of little else. Little (nay, virtually no) sleep was to be had; every moment, my waking mind was consumed with desire for them.

These sandals, Keen "Newports," in the "Steel" color, are finally mine. Am I a hippy? Perhaps. Am I slightly womanish? This, likewise, cannot be disputed.

Now, as they wrap my weary feet in their quasi-celestial embrace, I can hear an angelic note...as if crowds of seraphim are delighting in my every step, showering glories from on high, to wake the sons of man to the pleasures of these inestimable sandals.

New Music

So, I went on a music rampage, yesterday.

Here they are, in no particular order. Well, no particular order except that I listed The Decemberists first, on account of they rock the most.

The Decemberists - "Picaresque"
Built to Spill - “You in Reverse”
Gotan Project - “Lunatico”
Drive-By Truckers - “A Blessing and a Curse"
Yeah Yeah Yeahs - “Show Your Bones”
Calexico - “Garden Ruin”
Pretty Girls Make Graves - “Elan Vital”
The Dresden Dolls - “Yes Virginia"
The Dresden Dolls - "A is For Accident"

Also, Mara sent me a metric tonne of new mp3's, which I've also been listening to. The sheer density of these weighty contributions to my collection precludes my describing them here. To catalogue them would create some sort of time fugue, bringing forth the wrath of the august and ancient demigod Kronos, and dooming all of humanity to repeat the same 17 minute sequence until the twilight of eternity itself.