cash on the barrelhead

cosmopolis was ultimately very good. some beautiful passages near the end, but an overall eerie counterpart to game 6. several lines of dialogue are ripped directly, such as the 'peeing under the manhattan bridge' cabbie riff. other situations are nearly identical, but inverted, such as both closing sequences, each of which take place in a barren, disconnected, vaguely spiritual warehouse but with opposite power dynamics and brutally different conclusions.

now i'm reading the body artist. i love it. the pace, the slow ecstasy of every sentence. i want to read it all. i want to save it for a rainy day off. i have so much to read. i also have a lot of time, and i simply have to prioritise books. wonderful books.

it felt good to back at senate.

it also felt good to be on campus at 10 pm! i like recontextualising SFU in that way. i like it at night, in the rain.

apparently the p:ano show i saw in seattle might be their last ever. they've recorded so much uneven stuff but the occasional moments of transcendance make it all worthwhile. i liked the bumbershoot show for its willful audience antagonism.