yes it's a meme, what can you do?

( borrowed from mamadeb but seen all over, here's my album cover )

The rules of the game are:
1 - Go to Wikipedia's "random article" link, through here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/. The first random article you get is the name of your band.

2 - Go to Random Quotations. The last four words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album. (Or the last three, in my case.)

3 - Go to flickr's explore the last seven days. Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover. (I messed around with mine because its dimensions were all wrong and also I felt like it.)

4 - Go back to the Wikipedia Random Article feature. The first fifteen articles you get are the song titles of your CD.

Hee!


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tomato names and concrete music

So Fishwhistle and I went to hear this concert last Sunday because really who can resist music about modernist architecture? Plus also a really good excuse to visit the Polish Combatants Hall, which was both swampy and glorious. But the second act - Allen Bloor, a.k.a. Knurl - turned out to consist of extremely well-amplified concrete blocks being thumped against each other or scraped against a table, and it was indescribably, unimaginably, unbearably loud. No, louder than that. NO, SERIOUSLY, LOUDER. We lasted through about three-quarters of it, then fled. It was sublime (no, it was!) but wow, it was too much for me.

Also in the category of Art Experiences I Have Not Been Able to Tolerate Lately: we rented Eastern Promises, and the first two scenes just did me in. It was gorgeous and interesting and I couldn't watch any more.

And ... I have been in trying to work up a good segue here, but I got nothing, so, whatever. Mean to say, garden news:

More plants that never bloomed before are getting ready to bloom now: poppies! wisteria! this is so exciting that it inspired me to dig up another huge section of the front lawn this weekend. Now the dying hydrangas in the back are no longer strangled and hidden in darkness, but they might die anyway of tranplantation shock. I will water them diligently, and hope.

Also I have planted more types of tomatoes, due to greediness. Now we will have Black Krim and Purple Cherokee and German Gold and Rainbow and Zapotec Pink and Glamour and Lemon Boy and Green Zebra and Green Cherokee and Purple Zebra and Feuerwerke and Yellow Pear and probably some others that I forgot. If all these tomatoes could sing and dance they could form a Village People tribute band, with names like those.

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