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Cats and Dreams |
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...are two topics people love to talk about but probably aren't always
that interesting to others. Today is September 7. Last night I had a
dream that I was out at my dad's house and we "found" Daisy out in the backyard. As
though she had simply wandered off and now she was back. My mind
recreated her calico-ness very well. A couple notes on that Tripod site.
1, sorry for the pop-ups. 2. Do I still think Mom and Daisy are in
Heaven together? Honestly I would probably say "no" but I will leave that
phrase up there because when I wrote the page that's what I believed. 3.
The link to the story is broken but I have put it
here on pair
because I'm pretty proud of it as a piece of writing and as a grief tool.
Right now I'm listening to the new Mars Volta album, Frances the
Mute. I picked it up on the suggestion of that special-edition prog rock
magazine I bought a couple weeks ago. They were all like, if you want
to listen to some cool progressive rock being made today, check out The
Mars Volta. Let me say I have not been disappointed, and I am
traditionally very wary of anyone who tries to recommend "new" bands to
me. But TMV really deliver, they bring the melodic bombast and dissonance
of the best crazy Yes and Genesis, and mix with soaring vocals and
exciting rhythms. The songs have bite, edge, but also keyboard solos. I
can't wait to dig into their earlier stuff.
Since I had to dig into the backup of my old isua site to find the cat story,
I figured while I was there I could mput all my old CD
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