I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Edgar Allen Poe

The trouble with fighting for human freedom is that one spends most of one's time defending scoundrels. For it is against scoundrels that oppressive laws are first aimed, and oppression must be stopped at the beginning if it is to be stopped at all.
- H. L. Mencken

Many people would sooner die than think; In fact, they do so
-Bertrand Russell

What I have been telling you, from alpha to omega, what is the one great thing the sigil taught me — that everything in life is miraculous. For the sigil taught me that it rests within the power of each of us to awaken at will from a dragging nightmare of life made up of unimportant tasks and tedious useless little habits, to see life as it really is, and to rejoice in its exquisite wonderfulness. If the sigil were proved to be the top of a tomato-can, it would not alter that big fact, nor my fixed faith. No Harrowby, the common names we call things by do not matter — except to show how very dull we are ...
-James Branch Cabell

August 27, 2013 - 1:48 p.m.

I Wanna Dance with Somebody

I'm getting a late start writing this, 11:21. That kills my readership. Don't worry My Gentle Readers, that doesn't mean that you are going to die. It means that there will be fewer of you. The loss is to those that never read what I just said.

School starts next week so we'll start with a test. It was Monday. What do I do every Monday? Why do I always see the same hands up? Yes I went to therapy. Not sure how useful it was but I enjoyed it. There was some stuff I needed to talk about. Of course I really needed to talk about it when I was having the anxiety attack. I decided that what I need is a button to push that will take me and my therapist out of time and space and into her office in the middle of my anxiety attack. We have our session and then are returned to the proper moment in time to continue our lives uninterrupted. Who is going to build that for me? Ferb I know what we are going to do today.

I then went for the effective therapy at Max Brenner's chocolate. I splurged and had the molten heart cake. It still bothers me that they ask if I want something with the name "molten" in it warm. It bothers me more that they didn't warm it up nearly enough. it was not molten, it was slightly warmer than the air.

I sometimes wonder if I actually like people to annoy me so that I'll have something to curmudge about. Spell check thinks curmudge is not a real word but it is. I coined it the other day on the Facebook WFUV Question of the Day Players group so it's been published. I'm sure it will be in the next OED with that as a citation and this as a secondary citation. If you want to be a cool kid be the first of your friends to use it.

Now It's really late so I'll speed things up. I went up to the Post Office by school to check my mailbox. I didn't get any mail. Why aren't you people sending me love letters? We'll restrict that to the female you peoples. And maybe males that are really good cooks. I'll accept love in the form of chocolate from anybody. Chocolate is always the right size.

That's me speeding things up? This is me speeding things up? I'm hungry. The longer it takes me the fewer people will read this. But the quality of the writing comes first. What can I say? I'm an artist (e.g. impractical and self-destructive).

After a brief stop in my office I headed down to The Living Room, yes it's still around 8 months after it was scheduled to close, to see Sam Baker. As I discovered him at Kay's house concert I was not surprised to find her there and joined her and Paul. I was surprised to see Anthony da Costa on stage with Sam. Anthony is trying to gaslight me. He says he posts these things on Facebook but I never see them. He said he's going to send a special invitation just to me. I told him I want it by snail mail in an embossed envelope sealed with wax. Why is anyone my friend again?

Sam's a new member of my musical pantheon, I first saw him in July, but he's a full fledged member. Here's what I said about him then, Sam I Am. There are no bells and whistles. He doesn't play the didgeridoo, there is no use of polyphony or complex harmonies. It's just a one voice and two guitars. What makes it work is that one voice telling compelling stories. He's as good as proof as there is of the power of having something to say. There is a reason for each song to be written. Each song demanded to be written. He's is made of purified charm. That's a touch combination to beat. I have but one complaint, his marketing. I got the email about the show yesterday morning. If I had more I'd have beaten the drum getting you to go too.

After the show I said hi to Anthony. Anthony is pretty much family, people have asked me if I'm his father often enough. I did not get a chance to talk to Sam even though I very much wanted to. I also didn't buy his new CD. This was a CD release party. But there's his weakness in marketing. He didn't say, "come over here an buy my CD now". I didn't even notice the merch table

I couldn't stay because I had to head out to Brooklyn to see Karen Dahlstrom. If I only had a TARDIS I wouldn't have had to rush and I could have seen Caitlin Mahoney at Rockwood at 8. But I didn't have my TARDIS with me. It was at the place Karen was playing the Way Station. That's the Doctor Who theme bar!

That's Katherine, the Doctor's new companion, leaving the TARDIS and ready for a fight.

When I walked in I heard a familiar voice singing, no not Karen's I wasn't there late. Not Katherine, she wasn't singing and she wasn't there yet. It was Elvira Stitt. She was the young woman from Scotland that played before Jo Kroger on Saturday night. She and her parents are very accomplished stalkers, they get to where I'm going before I do,, set up a gig, and she is playing when I walk in the door. After her set I went over to say hi and could see the incredibly puzzled look on her face. "huh? I know I know this guy but I don't know anyone in New York, where the hell? Oh wait, wasn't he at the Path Caf?" The only part that was audible was "Path Caf" The world is nanoscale. She's an adorable blond girl from Scotland I think she has to learn Those Were The Days before the next time I see her. Of course she's going back to Scotland today so that might not be for a while.

When I was talking to Elvira (I can't believe I know someone named Elvira) I saw Katherine by the table I saved for us. I don't know if she noticed my bag or it was just coincidence that she as there but I told her to sit down. She was joined by her friend, am I getting this right? Gary. He used to be in Bobtown. The three of us sat there and Alan, also from Bobtown stood nearby. Oh I guess there are some people who don't know all the members of Bobtown. There might even be some barbarians who never heard of Bobtown but surely not among My Gentle Readers. Bobtown was one of my big discoveries at the last NERFA and have become a big enough part of my life to have earned the ultimate Wise Madness honor of having a macro to insert a link to their website; Bobtown. Not only did they play the the Budgiedome this summer but so did Karen solo.

So Karen Karen has a voice. Most singers do but not ".. a voice is like warm garlic butter. I want to spread it on bread and eat it." The sound guy said that. I wish I had. If you were told someone said that about Karen wouldnt your first guess be that I said it? It is so much my style. There's a food analogy. A food that I love. The only part that isn't me is that it's a simile. I'd have made it a metaphor. "Her voice is warm garlic butter. I want to spread it on bread and eat it."

I am now totally intimidated. I just can't beat that. Her voice is warm garlic butter. Everything I have to say is going to be second best. So I won't talk about her voice. I'll talk about her songwriting. She has something to say. Her smooth voice sings gritty lyrics. It's like the salt in popcorn butter, the grit is dissolved but the flavor is still there. I think I'm going become a food porn writer. Of course she made me kick myself. She performed a song she wrote about her grandfather that was killed in a knife fight. Am I getting any of that right? It's this gorgeous a capella song that I heard her do at Jalopy. I told her then that she has to play it at the Budgiedome. I forgot about it. It wouldn't have brought the house down immediately. It would be delayed reaction. You have to gather yourself for a minute when it's over to return to the real world.

I love the Way Station but sadly I am not fond of the patrons. The people with tables closest to the stage were talking loudly. People all over were talking loudly. I ran out of glares to give them.

Katherine and I hung around for a bit and had fun with the bathroom. You remember the one that looks like a TARDIS. Here's a couple as the Doctor's new martial arts fighting companion.

Reflections on a TARDIS

I'm enjoying my new camera phone so here's the obligatory selfie.

Doesn't it look like we are on the Nostromo, the ship in Alien. You can see the TARDIS behind us. I look almost human. Once again bearing out my theory that I look better next to a beautiful woman.

When we left it was starting to drizzle. Katherine had to bike home. I hope we didn't get to wet. I took the bus. She kindly waited for me in the shelter of a overhang of a building. I think we had our gender roles reversed.

I was very continental and for the second night in a row had a midnight dinner. This time at a tres elegant restaurant called Popeye's.

OK it is almost two and I have not eaten today. No more! I am posting this and eating.

Well one more thing. The title was what I should have used in my last entry but didn't think of . Karen sang it and that justifies using it here.

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