YES! In the sandwich!

Mmm-hmm. That's right. Considerations for this blog entry included a transcription of Lilly, Rosemary, and the Jack of Hearts. It didn't take too long for me to decide that someone out there had definately saved me the trouble; I just had to locate their work... Still no internet, and I really want to figure that whole convoluted plot out.

Which leads me to my mentioned consideration of (read: rapidly developing obsession with) obtaining a laptop. I'm feeling kind of embarressed about getting hung up on something like that, but I'm beginning to get really good at justifying it to myself. I went so far as to google for consumer reports for what's on sale this week. The main discovery was that searching for something as trite as laptop consumer reports makes the whole process a much bigger hassle. Well, I must admit, those sony vaios are fuckin cute and tempting. Perhaps I should just forego the whole process and just get wireless brain installed ( I currently am a wireless brain service provider, call me for going rates).

On the other hand, the Dylan problem made me think about the way we listen to music these days. We're rarely doing NOTHING else; typically, we're driving or casually reading or on the computer or making out or playing with the cat or mixing a drink or whatever, you get the point. Look at ipods (er, rather, try not to stare, they LOVE that shit.), I optimistically interpret them as being engineered to make music compatible with always being able to be doing something else. Point is, it makes it tough to pay close attention to an 8 or whatever minute nearly constant barrage of lyrics. At least not close enough to get all of that shit 100% straight. I like to think the point of a story song that long is in the telling of the story itself, not so much the point of the story.

In addition to the laptop, I'm also still thinking about knowing everything someone or everyone is thinking. I'm pretty sure we've all felt out of the loop about some shit at some point. Well, that wouldn't happen, but remember what its like when you find out later on? Usually a mixed feelings kind of thing. At least half the time you probably didn't want/need to know that shit anyway. Would we still feel the same way about not wanting to knokw things if it was so easy to find out about them? I dunno, it'd be way different in a lot of ways...

Related both to the Zimmerman issue and "way different" is my curent musing on how different my entries will be when I'm typing all of them (I'm handwriting and transferring most of what's in these posts when I get a chance). I'm really interested in comparing them. My theory is that the bullshit quotient will increase tenfold on the typed ones cause typing is way quicker for me. So beware or whatever, cause shit's gonna get bad.

As obvious by volume, this blog thing has been on my mind a decent amount. What may or may not also be obvious is that thus far one of the few defining features of this blog appears to be profanity. Well, for one thing, language in my opinion is one of the few apporriate venues for liberal irony (that is, deliberate oversaturation to make a point). I appreciate the use of these words because their renegade linguistic status lends them a unique versatility. Also, some of it probably has to do with growing up in a micro-milieu where using these words had a sort of badass cache, so to speak. Also, fuck 'em if they can't take a joke.

More on all of that later for sure. I fully intend to read this book I have entitled "On Bullshit". I read like the first 25 pages when I got it around Christmas but was in a bad mood ( or at least not of the disposition to put with Anglo-style philisophical writing) and put it down and shortly thereafter misplaced it (hey, its like really small). But I will read it and I'm sure if you're the type to keep checking after a lead in like all this you'll read some bullshit about it, if you will (and you might).

Brief entertainment news section: I watched Steamboy the other night, and it was pretty good. Every thing I like about anime: grandiose, over-the-top, epic, lots of eye-candy, and a hangup on a single thing throughout the flick. If you're not allergic to subtitles, make some time to watch it when you can, definately worth sitting through at least once. I know its conventional wisdom, but with this one I really do wish it had the original japanese score. In other entertainment news, House MD has been renamed CSI: ER (featuring assholes).

That about does it for now i guess. Ideally I would like to start posting every day, but until the internet issue is resolved every other day sounds like a more reasonable goal. So check back when you get a chance and hopefully there will be some form of progress. We shall see. And oh yeah:

The festival was over, the boys were all plannin' for a fall,The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall.The curfew had been lifted and the gamblin' wheel shut down,Anyone with any sense had already left town.He was standin' in the doorway lookin' like the Jack of Hearts.He moved across the mirrored room, "Set it up for everyone," he said,Then everyone commenced to do what they were doin' before he turned their heads. Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin,"Could you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins?"Then he moved into the corner, face down like the Jack of Hearts.Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs,Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair.Outside the streets were fillin' up, the window was open wide,A gentle breeze was blowin', you could feel it from inside.Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts.Big Jim was no one's fool, he owned the town's only diamond mine,He made his usual entrance lookin' so dandy and so fine.With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place,He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste.But his bodyguards and silver cane were no match for the Jack of Hearts.Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town,She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen without a crown.She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear,"Sorry, darlin', that I'm late," but he didn't seem to hear.He was starin' into space over at the Jack of Hearts."I know I've seen that face before," Big Jim was thinkin' to himself,"Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody's shelf."But then the crowd began to stamp their feet and the house lights did dimAnd in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him,Starin' at the butterfly who just drew the Jack of Hearts.Lily was a princess, she was fair-skinned and precious as a child,She did whatever she had to do, she had that certain flash every time she smiled. She'd come away from a broken home, had lots of strange affairsWith men in every walk of life which took her everywhere.But she'd never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts.The hangin' judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and dined,The drillin' in the wall kept up but no one seemed to pay it any mind.It was known all around that Lily had Jim's ringAnd nothing would ever come between Lily and the king.No, nothin' ever would except maybe the Jack of Hearts.Rosemary started drinkin' hard and seein' her reflection in the knife,She was tired of the attention, tired of playin' the role of Big Jim's wife.She had done a lot of bad things, even once tried suicide,Was lookin' to do just one good deed before she died.She was gazin' to the future, riding on the Jack of Hearts.Lily washed her face, took her dress off and buried it away."Has your luck run out?" she laughed at him, "Well, I guess you musthave known it would someday.Be careful not to touch the wall, there's a brand-new coat of paint,I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint."Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts.The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair."There's something funny going on," he said, "I can just feel it in the air."He went to get the hangin' judge, but the hangin' judge was drunk,As the leading actor hurried by in the costume of a monk.There was no actor anywhere better than the Jack of Hearts.Lily's arms were locked around the man that she dearly loved to touch,She forgot all about the man she couldn't stand who hounded her so much."I've missed you so," she said to him, and he felt she was sincere,But just beyond the door he felt jealousy and fear.Just another night in the life of the Jack of Hearts.No one knew the circumstance but they say that it happened pretty quick,The door to the dressing room burst open and a cold revolver clicked.And Big Jim was standin' there, ya couldn't say surprised,Rosemary right beside him, steady in her eyes.She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts.Two doors down the boys finally made it through the wallAnd cleaned out the bank safe, it's said that they got off with quite a haul.In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the groundFor one more member who had business back in town.But they couldn't go no further without the Jack of Hearts.The next day was hangin' day, the sky was overcast and black,Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back.And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn't even blink,The hangin' judge was sober, he hadn't had a drink.The only person on the scene missin' was the Jack of Hearts.The cabaret was empty now, a sign said, "Closed for repair,"Lily had already taken all of the dye out of her hair.She was thinkin' 'bout her father, who she very rarely saw,Thinkin' 'bout Rosemary and thinkin' about the law.But, most of all she was thinkin' 'bout the Jack of Hearts.
Copyright © 1974 Ram's Horn Music (thanks bobdylan.com, if you can believe that's a site)

I still can't figure it all out.