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jesus christ. that goddam sandwich has become my life. That piece I wrote last week or whatever for class i had to revise for class today. so i did it. And now i have to do it again for thursday when i'll do a full class workshop. Good god, had i known it's future, i would have read a different one in class the other day. So i gave it a good workover today, read it, and now apparently there are all these racial overtones that are relevant to the BC scene of the divide between the rich white kids and the work-release or whatever black dudes behind the counter. I was just writing a funny story about my neurosis and sandwiches. For my rewrite on thursday i wonder if i'll try and play that angle up, it certainly can work, it's just a matter of whether i can make it work well. jesus, man. it's about a fucking sandwich.

today, rufus wainwright is a winner. he needs to be listened to more though. avey tare and panda bear is also a winner. a big winner. albeit, an extremely weird winner. it's the kind of stuff that i don't think anyone i know could get into, too much "noise" between the catchy stuff, but it's a balance that works great for me, even if it is really unsettling.

class ended earlier than usual, so i'm killing time before my concert. the pernice brothers, the chamber strings, and the posies. i've seen the first couple of names on pitchfork or allmusic recently, and i've heard the posies name all throughout my life, but the closest i've come to there music is that cut of "blow out" with their drummer and guitarist and thom yorke on vocals. Should be an interesting night.

time to go. actually, that's a lie. i still have 15 minutes or so. but it is time for me to stop writing this drivel.