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  1. Avatar DensityDuck
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    Well, at least for me, I’ve learned that if I try to go for meta commenting-on-commenting comments, I should go with my first idea and do it twenty or thirty times with every name I can think of. Because, apparently, somebody quoting and replying to himself isn’t enough to make it obvious that someone’s playing Silly Buggers.Report

  2. Avatar Patrick Cahalan
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    I tore the interior walls off of 2/3rd of my garage and 1/4 of the ceiling.Report

    • Avatar DensityDuck in reply to Patrick Cahalan
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      It’s always so satisfying when you do something like that yourself. (Although as with any recreational activity I’m sure I’d feel differently if it were my job.)Report

      • Avatar Patrick Cahalan in reply to DensityDuck
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        It would be a lot more satisfying if the guy who installed the drywall ceiling had properly screened over the vents to keep rats out of the attic space created therein.

        Well, it’s still pretty satisfying, especially the knowledge that when I’m done I can work in the man cave I’ve been promising myself since we put the offer in on this house, but the work is a hundred billion times more disgusting than I was expecting it to be. And it’s damn hot to be wearing a respirator the whole time. Ugh.Report

  3. Avatar Chris
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    I enjoyed that. Thanks.Report

    • Avatar Jaybird in reply to Chris
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      He’s one of my favorites. His recent stuff is political and preachy (rather than merely “I’ve been thinking about stuff…”) but, dang, his early stuff makes me laugh and then get into arguments over this or that or the other throwaway line from a verse in the middle.Report

  4. Avatar Kazzy
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    I liked the sound of the song and all that, but the lyrics struck me as a bit odd. I wasn’t giving it my full attention, so maybe I missed something mroe going on, but whenever I caught a lyric or a handful in a row, it seemed really simplistic and a bit cheesey. Did I miss it? I probably missed it.

    I’m shitty when it comes to music.Report

    • Avatar Jaybird in reply to Kazzy
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      It’s Dan Bern. He could easily be dismissed as a novelty act.Report

      • Avatar Kazzy in reply to Jaybird
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        See… I don’t know who Dan Bern is.

        I recently shared an artist on Spotify with a friend. He’s one of those music aficionados who know bands and genres I’ve never even heard of (I’m still not sure what dub step is)… I had to include a disclaimer that the person I was recommending might be the #1 recording artist in the world, so if he already knows all her songs, I can’t be held responsible.Report

    • Avatar Brandon Berg in reply to Kazzy
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      As I understand it, “lyric” refers collectively to all the words to a song—e.g., that song’s lyric struck me as a bit odd.

      I realize that most people use it differently, such that a song has “lyrics” instead of “a lyric.” But it’s not entirely clear to me what “lyric” in the singular means when it’s used this way. Is it a single word? A line? A verse?Report

      • Avatar Kazzy in reply to Brandon Berg
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        Hmmm… I’ll confess to being wholly ignorant of any formal definition or usage of the word.

        I’ve always thought the “lyrics” of a song were the totality of the words in it, and an individual lyric was a line or full thought. I guess sort of like a musical version of a sentence? Again, I’m a total music noob.

        If lyric is as you say it is (and I have no reason to think otherwise), then I suppose I meant to use the word “line(s)”.Report

        • Avatar Brandon Berg in reply to Kazzy
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          Well, it’s mostly I and a handful of other grizzled reactionaries who use it that way. Originally a lyric was a type of poem. Then the term was applied to a poem set to music, i.e. a song’s lyric. Somehow it came to be used primarily in the plural colloquially, leaving the singular in a sort of definitional limbo.Report

  5. Avatar BlaiseP
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    A former client offered me a gig too good to walk past and I will probably be going to New Orleans. Something about Sr. SOA Architect but basically my job will be to play with new technologies for the foreseeable future. This means I’ll be leaving my beloved Augusta.

    Had a nice long run up north but I’d always wanted to end up in Louisiana. Up here, if your great-grandfather didn’t take a dump in an outhouse in this county, you’re a newcomer. Down there, though I’d never been there in my life, the Cajun people made me feel chez eux, welcome among them.

    Though the tourists might be fooled, New Orleans isn’t really Cajun. You need to get out of town to find the Cajuns, but not far. Though I’ve been there a few times, I can’t say I know NOLA. The g/f will be in school up here for another semester. I’ll be flying her back and forth. Well, we’d always planned on going to Louisiana eventually. Didn’t think it would involve being separated for a while. Sigh.

    Another lonely park, another Sunday
    Why is it life turns out that way
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    • Avatar Jaybird in reply to BlaiseP
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      Being separated sucks. I go crazy after about day two. Good luck.Report

    • Avatar Chris in reply to BlaiseP
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      New Orleans is much more Creole than Cajun. It’s also very different from what it was 7 years ago.

      Also, Creole people will call you “baby” with a pronunciation that is impossible to replicate (something like, but not quite identical to, “beh-beh”). I’m convinced it has a phoneme that doesn’t exist in any other English dialect, because no one else seems to be able to say it like they do.Report

      • Avatar BlaiseP in reply to Chris
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        Are you from New Orleans? Cajun isn’t exactly rural, but it has never been a cosmopolitan culture. I get a strong feeling of the Caribbean about NOLA.

        So I’m sitting in a bar in NOLA, hear French spoken along the bar. I lapse back into French, ask them where they’re from. Home port Marseilles, they reply. If there’s any of the old Creole culture left, I haven’t seen any — or more precisely heard any of it. Heard plenty of French south of I-10 and up to Mamou but none in New Orleans.

        Truth is, the people I befriended in Baton Rouge back in 2003 told me to steer clear of New Orleans at first, get to know the rest of the state. New Orleans, they told me, was a completely different animal. They were right, I believe.

        I returned to Baton Rouge in 2010. The city was a shadow of what I’d known in 2003. Goes to show how dangerous maintaining illusions can be: looked around for a local gig, the economy was in terrible shape. Decided to come up here to make a go of it with my g/f. Life’s perverse: after two years, sorta settling down here, the job I’ve always wanted turns up in New Orleans.Report

        • Avatar Chris in reply to BlaiseP
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          Blaise, not from New Orleans, but two of my best friends here in Austin are from there (Katrina evacuees who never went back), and we all go a few times a year to visit another, mutual friend who moved back about 4 years ago (she lived in Austin for a couple years after Katrina). Also, my girlfriend likes the casinos.

          Much of the Creole is gone now, because it was on the East side, which is partially or completely gone. But it still has a bigger presence than Cajun culture. The only Cajun I remember seeing, pre-Katrina, was in the French Quarter at the bars where Cajun music was always playing. I don’t think there’s any more than that now, but I don’t get down to the French Quarter very often when I go (and when I do, it’s usually during the day to get some food).

          Also, I love all of Southern Louisiana, particularly Baton Rouge (where I had the best crawfish sandwich in the world), but the only thing New Orleans shares with the rest of Southern Louisiana is the French names and the amazing seafood.

          Damnit, now I want some crawfish etouffee.Report

          • Avatar dexter in reply to Chris
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            With as many post Katrina exiles Austin has I find it hard to believe that one can’t find Louisiana crawfish in Austin.Report

            • Avatar Chris in reply to dexter
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              Well, you can get OK to good Cajun and Creole food here, but the seafood is rarely very fresh.

              I probably eat boiled crawfish here 4 times a year, using the time in between to let my mouth heal.Report

            • Avatar BlaiseP in reply to dexter
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              Frozen crawfish is quite acceptable. Most any Walmart store with a frozen section carries them.Report

              • Avatar Chris in reply to BlaiseP
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                When I was a kid, I lived out in the country and there were two creeks that passed through my back yard. Both of these creeks were filled with crawdads (or crawdaddies, depending on how country you wanna git up in here), and the neighborhood kids, my friends and I, spent a lot of time catching them and playing with them. I remember being told, for years, that the little ones hurt worse than the big ones. So one day, I took a big one, with one giant pincher, and let it pinch me on the finger. I quickly learned that the big ones hurt much, much worse than the little ones (and that the big ones don’t like to let go).

                Anyway, one time there was a painter in the neighborhood who was in the process of painting the kitchen of a neighbor’s house, and he saw a few of us catching crawdads in one of the creeks. He was an avid fisherman, it turns out, and told us that he’d pay us a nickle for every crawdad that we brought him. Dollar signs flashed before our eyes, and we spent the rest of the day catching hundreds of crawdads and putting them into a large metal bucket. We didn’t get back until he’d finished painting for the day and left the neighborhood, so we decided to put the crawdads in my parents’ garage for the night, so we could give them to him and collect our fortune in the morning when he got to work. Now, keep in mind, this was the middle of summer in Tennessee, so it was rather hot in that garage, and the water in the bucket was stagnant, which is to say, we had not placed them in the ideal environment for crawfish viability.

                The next morning, as my Dad went in the garage to leave for work, my brother and I heard him yell a few words that we almost never heard come from his mouth, and then watched as he ran back into the house. Over night, every single crawdad in that bucket had died, and now the entire garage smelled like, well, like every single crawdad in that bucket had died. My Dad demanded that we drop what we put down our cereal spoons and remove that bucket from the garage immediately.

                It was a big bucket, and we were small children, so in addition to the horrible smell in the closed garage and the awful site of a couple hundred crawdads belly up and white, we suffered the water, and therefore the smell (and, to us, the sight) splashing all over us the entire way as we moved the bucket from the garage to the nearest creek. I swear that smell clung to me the rest of the day.

                Anyway, I tell you all of that to explain why, for me, extremely fresh crawfish is an absolute necessity, because it doesn’t take much to bring back the memory of that awful smell and sight. For years I couldn’t eat crawfish at all. I’m nauseated now just thinking about it.Report

    • Avatar dexter in reply to BlaiseP
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      Blaise, I think one of the Nevilles, I forget which one, had it right when he said that New Orleans is not a southern city, but the northernmost Caribbean city. Whatever one thinks of Louisiana, there are two things we do well. We party better than most and we can win national championships without starting a riot.
      Also, welcome back.Report

    • Avatar Mike Schilling in reply to BlaiseP
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      This means I’ll be leaving my beloved Augusta.

      Just because they finally let some women in?Report

  6. Avatar Glyph
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    I apparently got food poisoning. I am laid low low low since about 3am. I have never to my knowledge had this happen before – I am one of those people who has thrown up like 6 times since 1995, and each one of those was preceded by alcohol excess. There are all kinds of weird disgusting things going on. So everyone who believes in karma, Merry Christmas; and could those of you that don’t believe in waiting for karma, please put your little Glyph-marked bowler hat voodoo dolls away? I promise I will play nice.Report

  7. Avatar Mike Schilling
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    Man, it is not your week. Feel better.

    And I do try to use my powers for good. Mostly.Report

  8. Avatar mark boggs
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    I’ll be playing in the Utah Open golf tournament alongside Mike Weir, your 2003 Masters Champion (before Augusta went both ways). Actually, I tee off about an hour in front of him, so I like to think he’ll be chasing me for the entirety of the tournament.Report

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