if you'll only make your mind up
i can’t begin to explain to you how sad i am that i will be missing a murder by death concert this may. the only bright side to the equation is that i’ll be missing it because i’ll be in new york city. what a dreadful trade-off? i don’t think so. i’m also missing margot and the nuclear so and sos in three of the cities i’m going to by a matter of days. heartbreaking. but i’m sure they’ll be around and do a real tour at some point, plus i’m not that sure that i really really like them.
have i mentioned i’m really into folksy breathy women with sweet voices and guitars? carla bruni, jenny lewis and the watson twins, keren ann, isobel campbell plus the usuals lisa loeb, ani difranco, and joanna newsom you rock my world. oh it’s so amazing.
i’ve been using my camera a lot more. i think it makes life a little bit more artistic and things feel a little bit more alive.
i’ve been working on a paper about Mujeres Libres all day. Fucking awesome, they are. Man. I can’t even begin to describe it. Well I guess I can and will be here in a few minutes. They’re just so rad, the things they do. And I’ve pretty much realized that anarcho-syndicalism is the only way for us to overcome the triple enslavement: to ignorance, to capital, to men. I suppose it’s just a double enslavement for some of us. but whoa. i’m also pretty excited about becoming a latin american scholar these days. morse has me all worked up about it. and i’ve decided that latino people are some of the best in the world.
ah. this one is for all the blog entries written as a form of procrastination.