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two new records yesterday, almost polar opposites:
leonard cohen, songs of love and hate (1971)
the new pornographers, twin cinema (2005)

i'll talk about the first another day, because i'll be seeing the latter band tonight, with rich.

i'd forgotten that destroyer was opening, and now i'm very excited, because destroyer is one of my favourite bands. on the new pornographers, though, i like the new album a lot, which is interesting, because it took me about a week to get into the last album. oh well.

my job is easy because i am honest. some people are having a very stressful time right now. those people happen to be artificial fucks with no work ethic whatsoever, outside of a constant regime of self promotion. i blame karma!

i refer to the NDP as my day job, and the student society as a side gig. while it's really a joke, it does reflect my priorities. it's sandbox politics vs. adult politics, and there's really no contest.

i'm enjoying the middle of sharon butala's luna much more than the beginning, and i fully expect to hate the ending. her short stories in real life are great, because they're all middle. if i can;t find her gates of the sun to read next, i think i'll be rereading ayn rand's atlas shrugged.