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pecuniumThere are days I am grim. Most days I am content. I'll read something, and get pissed of, maybe toss of a rant, but I'll mellow back out to conent.
Then there are the times I am not. Music... Thank God for music. On "That Tuesday", when it seemed the entire world was playing chicken little (oh... the follies, great and small), I was uplifted by the homely (there were cows to milk) and the sublime (Wynton Marsalis playing Haydn's Horn Concerto... I like Mozart. I like Beethoven. In their ways they are perfect... nothing they have written is a patch on the third movement of that piece, esp. about 2:45 into the segment).
And there are the odd little anthems from popular music.
Of late there are a couple of those, sort of semi-depressive, semi-keep slogging on. "Dancing as fast as I can" by Oysterband, and, today...
Dance Band on the Titanic
It's a gay little ditty about keeping your chin up when panic and despair seem reasonable.
I did a guest post yesterday, about the conference (yes, it's been on my mind, and the YouTube video [which got a comment, and it was actually not appalling] seems worth trying to spread around) at Majikthise.
I've said I can script the responses to a post, or comment. I got one of the standard ones, in e-mail; from my photoblog. So a small amount of effort was done to look me up. Mind you, because of how I posted at Majikthise, I was pretty findable. There were links to this blog, and everything.
But this one (and I have no reason to doubt the person was actually asking for his friend), was more than the usual, "how do we know you are what you say you are?" No, it was headed, "Credential Check" and asked if I could do something like post my discharge papers to the web.
No. Not gonna happen. One, I can fake 'em. Two, the only way to have it be verifiable would be to do something like include my full name, date of birth and SSN. I don't think so. I sent a list of google strings, and some specific pieces from elseweb.
But really, a trivial amount of poking about on the web on the subject of interrogation, and torure, will find a lot of references. So... I've been telling the same lie, for six years (about this time: It was, IIRC, about six years ago last week I started this Lj. I was at Walter Reed. It looks longer, because I backdated my newsletters home from the war, but yeah... this is my "blogiversary). A lot of people, not all of them sympathetic, have bought on to the lie.
That, or I'm actually what I said I was.
Ok... enough. Something else from Harry to lighten the mood. This is one of my favorites, even if, on relfection, it's a bit apropos.
Then there are the times I am not. Music... Thank God for music. On "That Tuesday", when it seemed the entire world was playing chicken little (oh... the follies, great and small), I was uplifted by the homely (there were cows to milk) and the sublime (Wynton Marsalis playing Haydn's Horn Concerto... I like Mozart. I like Beethoven. In their ways they are perfect... nothing they have written is a patch on the third movement of that piece, esp. about 2:45 into the segment).
And there are the odd little anthems from popular music.
Of late there are a couple of those, sort of semi-depressive, semi-keep slogging on. "Dancing as fast as I can" by Oysterband, and, today...
Dance Band on the Titanic
It's a gay little ditty about keeping your chin up when panic and despair seem reasonable.
I did a guest post yesterday, about the conference (yes, it's been on my mind, and the YouTube video [which got a comment, and it was actually not appalling] seems worth trying to spread around) at Majikthise.
I've said I can script the responses to a post, or comment. I got one of the standard ones, in e-mail; from my photoblog. So a small amount of effort was done to look me up. Mind you, because of how I posted at Majikthise, I was pretty findable. There were links to this blog, and everything.
But this one (and I have no reason to doubt the person was actually asking for his friend), was more than the usual, "how do we know you are what you say you are?" No, it was headed, "Credential Check" and asked if I could do something like post my discharge papers to the web.
No. Not gonna happen. One, I can fake 'em. Two, the only way to have it be verifiable would be to do something like include my full name, date of birth and SSN. I don't think so. I sent a list of google strings, and some specific pieces from elseweb.
But really, a trivial amount of poking about on the web on the subject of interrogation, and torure, will find a lot of references. So... I've been telling the same lie, for six years (about this time: It was, IIRC, about six years ago last week I started this Lj. I was at Walter Reed. It looks longer, because I backdated my newsletters home from the war, but yeah... this is my "blogiversary). A lot of people, not all of them sympathetic, have bought on to the lie.
That, or I'm actually what I said I was.
Ok... enough. Something else from Harry to lighten the mood. This is one of my favorites, even if, on relfection, it's a bit apropos.
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Date: 2009-07-11 11:09 pm (UTC)I had forgotten how much I love this song, thank you for reminding me!