21 September 2001
2:31 PM: Media Report: So yah, PJ Harvey was great. Polly Jean is amazing. She's so tiny! But so commanding, such a huge voice, I don't know how it works. The show wasn't as theatrical as the "To Bring You My Love" tour, but still good. I was glad she decided to keep "Kamikaze" in the set, too. It's a good song, we know what it's really about despite the title, and anyways even with the title and the odd resonance it has now, that's what art is for, isn't it?
They Might Be Giants were fabulous too, of course. I got some kind of cold from the crowd and/or the carpeted half-wall at PJ Harvey, so I was not fully energetic for their show. But they're just plain fun. "New York City" was sadder than ever. (I know it's not supposed to be a sad song but it always made me sad, or maybe I should say jealous and resentful. I'm a small-minded mammal.)
Finished Look To Windward, new Iain M. Banks novel. I do like his Contact novels so. A very enjoyable contrast to the hot and crowded bar with no breathable air.
Food Report: Last night we finally did another monthly birthday feast at Cha Cha Cha, featuring Lana, Seth, and Sean as the lucky birthday kids. Plantains and calamari and chicken in mustard sauce and quesadillas and mushrooms and sangria and salad and oh man that's good stuff. Taste bud orgy.
Life Report: Heh. Just a little joke here.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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