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By iGrrrl (Sun Mar 12, 2006 at 07:11:13 PM EST) fun loving cowqas (all tags)
Band practice tonight, which means I'll be up to 1:00 working, and dragging tail for my 8:30 meeting tomorrow.

Warning.  Randomness inside.

I almost bagged on practice, but am really glad I didn't.  Instead of working on anything new, we just played songs as we called 'em.  My voice is not its normal self, due to contracting the kids' bronchitis, so I had to really pay attention and work around the cough-induced weak spots.  That was a good thing.
Two feet under me
Two feet belong to me
I can walk away
There were some songs delivered with a bit more gusto than I usually muster during practice

[[stopped to put more text in the document I'm working on.]]

The only song that truly sucked tonight was our cover of Miss You, by Everything But the Girl.  There wasn't anything in the lyrics to get my head around, plus the rhythm wasn't quite right.  (I've worked out a way on that song to use my little shaker and  my studio shaker at the same time, but alter the elbow motion to get tse-tse-tse during the verses and shuck-schuck-shuck for the choruses.  I'm not a girl with a tambourine random shakiness approach to percussion toys.)  We started out doing mostly covers, but then veered into a string of originals.

Laugh in all their faces
Dodge outrageous slings
Tell Destiny we're gonna break our date
And cut the puppet strings

[[Stopped to look at the next investigator and see what I think needs to be done.  You got three sentences, $investigator.  Let's make 'em good.  Oh, and by the way, learn the vernacular of your funding agency.  R01, not RO1.]]

Our drummer gives Little K short lessons before practice.  She has a Barbie kit, present from the godparents, with an abysmal kick pedal.  Plus, the pink plastic throne is not adjustable.  We must upgrade.

She's the thief in the night, she's the swallow in flight
He is
volado, as they say
She's the grand mystery, she is Binah and Ge
And he wants to make her want to stay.

She says, "Tell me the story..."

It's grim to read the words "birth cohort study" in a description of research for HIV/AIDS.

There's times when your words have no meaning
Times when you make them work twice
Times when you coat them with sweetness and treacle
When really they're not very nice.
I think I'm starting to lose my mind on this project.  It's a bit scary.  I can compartmentalize pretty well, in general, but the walls between my internal worlds are getting thin.  One sure thing in all those years:  I never got enough sleep, it made me twisted...  That was back in the roadie years, and I now realize how intensely strange they were.  Back then it was normal.  It was life.  It made perfect sense to loudly sing, while unloading the trucks back into the warehouse:  When cows get up in the morning, they always say, "Moo moo." / When cows get up in the morning, they always say, "Moo moo." / "Moo mooo moo mooo," that is what they say. / "Moo mooo moo mooo," that is what they say.  We went through the whole damn barnyard while unstacking speakers and stacking them again, lining up the mic stands, re-hanging the lighting truss from the ceiling.  When humans get up in the morning, they always say, "Oh, shit."
So I blow my smoke out slowly, let it hang there in the air
'cause my breath
is the only breeze
You get up for a cold one, and your hand falls in my hair. 
You say, "Beer?"
I say, "Baby, please."
[[wrote section on $investigator]]

I wonder if someone is putting beta blockers in my coffee, or Zoloft.  I am too calm about this project.  Today I gave sage advice to the PI, who patted my head and pointed out that he had carried out [three $lesser_projects].  It's your foot, dude.  I'm just trying to help you aim the gun the other way.

All the signs are Danger Danger
And she's acting kind of wild
You are looking at a stranger
When you thought you knew the child
Her lips say, "Sorry, sorry"
Over teeth that have been bared
You wonder, should you worry?
Oh you should be running scared
We watched Howl's Moving Castle tonight with the kids. Wow. Just, wow. 00:11
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If there's anything I can do... by toxicfur (4.00 / 1) #1 Mon Mar 13, 2006 at 02:06:20 AM EST
to help with the maintaining sanity thing, do let me know. Granted, I'm feeling like I'm hanging by a thread, too. It's a little too close to how I felt just as I was finishing my master's thesis...
damn it, lif eis actually really *far4 too good at tghe momnent, shboyukbnt;t whilen. --Dr Thrustgood
it's a dissertation by iGrrrl (4.00 / 1) #2 Mon Mar 13, 2006 at 04:51:55 AM EST
without you having control of the data.

"Beautiful wine, talking of scattered everythings"
(and thanks to Scrymarch)

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You are the greatest mom. by calla (4.00 / 2) #3 Mon Mar 13, 2006 at 07:53:44 AM EST
Or you are deaf from all the punk shows.

No drum kits in my house

it stays in the studio by iGrrrl (4.00 / 2) #5 Mon Mar 13, 2006 at 02:01:15 PM EST
She plays it down where the band practices.  And I wore earplugs.  My hearing is pretty good.

But thanks for the vote.  The kids are allowed to run in the house, too, "but carefully, dear."  I've been considered a bad mom by the preschool teachers.

"Beautiful wine, talking of scattered everythings"
(and thanks to Scrymarch)

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the way you weave by Kellnerin (4.00 / 1) #4 Mon Mar 13, 2006 at 09:24:23 AM EST
the lyrics, words that belong to another time, into the present situation is beautiful, and a little haunting. My friend R would call it a perfect demonstration of Double Helix Theory, where life proves itself to be cyclical, but never quite in the way you thought it would be.

"Slick Loons Cow Stumbling Readers." —toxicfur
I may be an expensive mushroom. —iGrrrl
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