fuck yeah

my archaic computer went completely tits-up; it has a virus that makes it impossible to do anything on, and i don't have the patience to toy with it. this is a damn shame, since otherwise i would be posting MY PHOTOS OF THE RACONTEURS!
they were fucking awesome! again. of course.
small venue; i was about 15' away, surrounded by tall guys who knew all the words. 'your blue veins' was much dirtier. 'salute your solution' had everyone jumping. even the shitty sound quality didn't mar the experience. it has led to a mental high that i am still being swaddled in, 18 hrs later, despite the incessant ringing in my ears. it almost made up for the cancelled white stripes tour, of which i still have the ticket for, carefully tended in my wallet- a $50 souvenir.
...now that phish is defunct, it is nice to have another band that i can love while they exist- and, i might add, another band that i am rather embarrassed to admit liking. the white stripes and the raconteurs have been the soundtrack to the last 6 years of my life, consistently.
the only song they didn't play that i wanted to hear: 'together', my schmaltzy '70's-stoner ballad of happiness. but i saw them do it last time.
the fucking nerd shall stop regressing into 12yr-oldy idolation now.
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before the concert i walked through the rain to the st ignatius chapel at seattle u. it is a marvel of serenity, difficult to maintain an atheistic outlook within. the building radiates kindness- i can think of no more appropriate term. i was the only one there. outside the main chapel is a book of prayers/thankfulnesses that i spent a while reading. some were very fucking poignant; one, in small handwriting, said "please help me. i am so scared." someone else, in feminine script, wrote below it "it will be okay. i am praying for you." the place was softly silent, ambiently lit in shades of ochre; i thought very clearly: "i love my species."
it has been ass-cold for the last month, roughly 10-15 degrees below normal. it snowed/hailed/sleeted/thundered for the previous 4 days. all the daffodils are shriveled and the big tulip fandango in skagit county has been delayed by weeks. trees that should be covered in blossoms are brown and depressing. today is the first in a while over 50 degrees-
tis been a goddamn good week in general. met up with people i hadn't seen in months. played centipide for the first time. was kissed by an adorable boy. finally read 'sybil' (horrifying, terrible, great; i'd had it hidden on my shelf since it looked like a pulpy piece of shit, but fuck. i read it in 2 days. no, i have not seen the movie.) good review at work. and, like, bands.
i'm secreting inanity.
the pendulum is way too high. i give it 48 more hours, max.