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dj kali @ katacombes 26.08.11

oops. my bad. this may be the first time in years i've done this, but i completely forgot, or at least neglected, to write down any of my play list from last thursday. it was sort of doomed from the outset, since i left the house without paper or pen. normally, i'd just record the set on my phone, but since i lost my phone earlier in the week, i couldn't do that either.

there was, of course, music from a lot of the usual suspects- see my precious play lists for details- as well as some additional extended fun, since the set was a full four hours rather than the customary two. and it was all the more fun because of the raunchy and ribald videos supplied by mr. dna. in fact, i've rarely felt as free to play what i wanted.

for those who were there, thanks very much, your presence is always appreciated. for those who couldn't make it, well, uh... i guess you'll never know what you missed...

stop the madness!

sure, i could just post this link (brought to us by dominic m) and have everyone make of it what they will, but this issue strikes me as being of too urgent a nature to be left without commentary.

so i'm going to say this and i'd like everyone to pay close attention : TIGHTS ARE NOT PANTS.

i swear to cthulu, if i have to stare at one more panty line or estimate the depth of one more person's butt crack on the metro, i'm going to go postal. i'm not a fan of mass fashion as a rule, but after withstanding years of baggy pants, belly shirts, the resurgence of bell-bottoms, lumberjack shirts (yes, i was alive in the 90s) and any number of other atrocities, i have to draw a line in the spandex.

it's not merely the fact that i am routinely forced to count pubic hairs on the people around me. nor is it the fact that people of all shapes and sizes insist on wearing these things. to me, what is most infuriating about this is the fact that it's held up as fashion at al…

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whenever i haven't had enough time to dedicate to creative pursuits and, as a consequence, feel my creative instincts have withered somewhat, that's when i write poetry. (also, when i'm "excitable" or "edgy" or any of those other words that serve as a code for "i have no attention span".) i find it's a way of getting myself writing without having to burden what i'm doing with too much structure.

of course today, i set myself the challenge of writing a poem with rhyme, which is something i've never done before (or at least, not as an adult). and below is what i ended up with.

the end result is a little too similar in sound to sylvia plath's "daddy". subject-wise and tone-wise it's different enough and it's not like she's the only person to use that rhyme scheme (and even then, she uses it irregularly), but my own admiration for that poem is strong enough and well-known enough that denying its influence woul…

a woman's right to shoes

many of you may have followed my adventure in shoes during the month of july already. for those who haven't, i've been participating in something called "everyday fluevog", something done for the john fluevog web site (see "where kate's money goes" link on the side), where they post a new photo every day of a footwear fan wearing a different pair of their own fluevogs.

this is obviously a bit of a challenge, since anyone wanting to do it needs to have at least 31 pairs of fluevog shoes. but, as many have already seen, i'm up to the challenge.

so i embarked, with my trusty photographer, on a month-long odyssey of capturing my fluevogs in action, thinking of all the different things that i do in them. you can see a full page of the results here.

of course, there are those who will find my self-indulgence positively sinful. after all, despite the constant exhortations to spend, we are programmed to think that spending on frivolities and spending on on…