Well, I’m off to Texas, via Tennessee. What can I say? I like states whose names start with ‘T.’

And for those of you who can’t get the Japanese/English translation thing to work, here’s a sample:

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1 day…

So I small-numbered week looked at many Babylon 5 of the housemates which is before. We borrow the tape of the friend whom he all series made from the tv, record those. There to be a commercial being broken eye still to several of episode, as for part.

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As and we these tapes (end of season 3, especially) looked at one, we came to the commercial being broken eye, it was not compiled. The person who everyone cannot find the button the right in the remote control was arranged, therefore as for us concerning escaping to the Disneyworld you looked at all commercial. And some reason, this resonated all present time which as said what, urges me.

As for me, ” me the dream which it has, with national medium because I attack the mouse of the Mickey. ” Both you called the Housemates which said that 1 day which is obstructed, ” as for me the you of that it supports. ” ” Obtaining obtaining! So when they interview to me, my housemates to that me! ” Putting, I call

I possess still this dream. If as for me a state where the fact that positively it pursues that is not done happens, I do not support.

That is first the part of the story. The 2nd part this is:

Tonight, I spoke to a certain friend, subject of the bill Moyers floated and rose. Rather than the bill Moyers being cool, we decided that it is the interesting person where has cool thing, and he with story. Stick. In Scotland. It was, that became my 2nd dream: As for obtaining the bill Moyers and the shitfaced. Present aforementioned one of the friends, ” perhaps you concerning the mouse of the Mickey can connect that with your other dream! ‘ Just a little, the bill namely the part of this wanna of you? shakes exactly the Richard Nixon which is that! ‘ ‘ It can obtain, the shit! As for Fuckin ‘ Mickey mouse! ‘ “

In any case. So if it is from the fact that this is read there the bill, I Scotland of the Luckenbach buy you. It is not necessary to damage the mouse of your Mickey and/or but it doesn’t retreat thought, well completely?

There’s a new feature in my side module: You can view my Xanga site translated to Japanese and then to English. It takes a little while to load, so be patient.

Just watched most of the Mel Gibson ‘Hamlet.’ Much better than the tedious Kenneth Brannagh one.

Yes, now we know the answer to the question: What do Jerry Bruckheimer and William Shakespeare have in common? ‘Hamlet: Lethal Weapon 5′

In case any of you haven’t heard of this, here’s an article about Dennis Kucinich’s ‘Prayer For America’ speech.

“But Kucinich’s speech was a clarion call. “For most people, Kucinich’s speech represents the clearest Congressional criticism they have heard about the conduct of the war, and of the Administration’s plans to expand it. That’s enormously significant,” said Midge Miller, who helped launch Senator Eugene McCarthy’s antiwar challenge to President Lyndon Johnson in 1967. “Citizens look for Congressional opposition to organize around–they look for leaders to say something. When I read Kucinich’s speech, I thought, This could be a turning point.”"

The interesting thing about this speech is that there is no chorus of agreement from other elected officials. All my friends who read it say, ‘right on!’ and ‘about time someone said something!’ but no one, not even Democrats in Congress, seems to care that we’ve started a war no one in power seems eager to end.

Remember a few years back, when everyone who was even a little bit hip had a friend who had a copy of Afro-Celt Sound System’s first CD? For the record, I was that friend. But that’s not the point here.

The point is that I finally got ahold of Hedningarna‘s ‘Hippjokk’ CD, which I’ve been looking for for YEARS. And I can say without qualification that it was worth every second of effort.

I brought up Afro-Celt Sound System because it’s a similar blend of traditional roots music and techno-y dance music. But the difference here is that if you took away the techno stuff, you’d still be able to play it at a rave, and people wouldn’t throw tomatoes at you. I particularly like this review from the website linked above:

“Imagine eating black bread tainted with ergot and hallucinating with a bunch of peasants from a Breughel painting while K.C. and the Sunshine Band jam with a squad of Viking berserkers playing bagpipes. All other rave music is hereby declared dilettante fecal matter.” – Charles M. Young, Musician

Here’s an example.

A note about the method of acquisition: I can’t just order a CD off the web (I could get all of Hedningarna’s catalog this way, if I wanted to). Music has to find its way into my path, perhaps through friends, perhaps by accident, perhaps by some kind of divine intervention. When I say I’d been trying to find this CD for a long time, what I mean is, this CD has been trying to find me for a long time, and I prefer it that way.

Today I thought I’d go to Fremont to get some lunch. When I got off the bus, I crossed the street, and lo and behold I was in front of Dusty Strings, a music shop specializing in roots/traditional/bluegrass/celtic/etc music. I went in on a whim, and there, inside, they have all these CDs of music I’ve wanted to run across for quite a while. There it all was, waiting for me. I had to choose only two.

One Day…

So I was watching more Babylon 5 with some housemates a few weeks ago. We borrowed a friend’s tapes he made of the whole series, taping them from TV. Some of the episodes still have the commercial breaks, and some don’t.

Now, Babylon 5 is pretty much the best science fiction TV show ever, sitting as it does somewhere between Shakespeare and Wagner’s Ring Cycle. It induces in viewers a certain sense of quality which transcends form, since the show obviously didn’t have that much of a budget. So as you watch it, you understand what could be good about the rest of television.

And as we were watching one of these tapes (the end of season 3, specifically), we came to a commercial break that hadn’t been edited out. Whoever was manning the remote control couldn’t find the right button, so we watched a whole commercial about getting away to Disneyworld. And for some reason, this inspired me to say something that resonated with all present.

I said, “I have a dream, that one day I will be arrested on national media for assaulting Mickey Mouse.” Both housemates said, “I support you in that.” “Yeah! So when they interview me, I’ll say my housemates put me up to it!”

I still have this dream. I’m not going to actively pursue it, but if the situation arises, I won’t back down.

That’s the first part of the story. The second part is this:

Tonight, I was talking to some friends, and the subject of Bill Moyers came up. We decided that Bill Moyers was cooler than cool, and that he’d be an interesting guy to have a talk with. In a bar. Over scotch. Yes, that became my second dream: To get shitfaced with Bill Moyers. One of the friends present said, “Maybe you can combine that with your other dream about Mickey Mouse! ‘Hey, Bill, you wanna piece of this? Just pretend he’s Richard Nixon!’ ‘Shit yeah! Fuckin’ Mickey Mouse!’”

Anyway. Bill, if you’re out there reading this, I’ll buy you a scotch in Luckenbach. You don’t have to hurt Mickey Mouse, but don’t dismiss the idea outright, OK?

I just released yet another REALbasic plugin, so if anyone’s remotely curious, give it a look: MacInternetConfig Plugin.

I haven’t been posting props or comments to other folks’ xanga sites lately. In part because I’ve been sick lately, but mostly because I kind of feel like I’ve run out of things to say.

These things, they have an ebb and they have a flow. I suspect traveling to Texas in the middle of this month will hit my big-ol’ psychic reset button, and I’ll issue forth pronouncements of great depth and import.

But until that time, I’m just kinda sorta not really here.

Doing the ‘random Xanga site’ thing, I wish there were a link called ‘random GOOD Xanga site,’ or even ‘random Xanga site written by someone not younger than 25.’

Why do I find it so hard to relate?

That last article has got me thinking about the USA. How this country is like the bar your parents told you never to go into when you were growing up, and as soon as you were old enough, you went inside, got smashed, puked a few times, almost died of alcohol poisoning, and a day later you’re ready to do it again because it was ‘fun.’

Some conscientious person stands up on a table and says, “Don’t you all ever get tired of this bullshit? There has to be a better way!” Everyone in the bar replies in unison: “You’re here too, asshole!”