i bought the new Fantômas album the other day, and i’m finally getting around to listening to it. it’s bizarre, but pretty good. it’s called “Delìrivm Còrdia.” the liner notes are nothing but a bunch of pictures of surgeries. close-ups. and there’s only one track on the CD. it’s 1 hour, 14 minutes, and 16 seconds long. it’s either called “Svrgical Sovnd Specimens from the Mvsevm of Skin” or “Like the Svrgeon the Composer Slashes Open the Body of His Fellow Man Removes His Eyes Empties His Abdomen of Organs Hangs Him on a Hook Holding Vp to the Light All of the Body’s Palpitating Treasvres Sending a Bvrst of Light into Its Innermost Depths.” no real songs, just a bunch of different noises and instrumental-type-things interspersed with medical sounds (doctors being paged, beeping machines, scraping sounds, etc.) strangely enough, i’m really enjoying it, though i think i like “The Director’s Cut” better. this album reminds me more of their first (self-titled album). hrm.
today, i went to the eye doctor. it was FUN. okay, maybe not. but that’s okay. monday night, at about 10pm, my glasses decided to break. one of the arms broke off. weird shit. anyway, i went today to get new ones. yes. i’d been planning to call this week because i needed new glasses anyway. weird timing. yeah. i also got new lenses for my old-ass prescription sunglasses and i got contact lenses, too. quite an expensive day, all in the name of steev being able to see. worth it, i guess. it’s weird to be able to see without glasses on. someday, i might like to get laser vision correction. but i’m a little skeptical about it. they perform it at my eye doctor’s office, but the doctor wears glasses. that seems a little odd…he’s confident enough to recommend it for other people, but not to get it done for himself.
yes. monday was, of course, domestics. i think it’s working out well with mick. if you’ve heard us this semester, let me know what you think. we went on a few minutes early because the one of the regular hosts of the show before our’s was/is in the hospital and the other host was going to see her. substituting for the sick host was brian (aka fiddles, though i have no idea why people call him that, so i call him brian), a high school classmate of mine. ‘twas good to see him, he’s a swell guy. he’s apparently back from the navy. you can see him in this photo from 1997.
aww yeah.
one of my classes is pretty cool. the other one is not so cool. in fact, it sucks. but that’s okay. the professor really bothers me…i can’t quite figure out why, but he just seems too odd or something. (the fact that when i asked him for help in understanding the material on the recent homework, he told me to “go through the readings and work out the examples and see if you can figure it out.” what the fuck did he think i’d been doing before i asked him?) he uses incorrect grammar, also. that’s forgivable, i think, if the person is not a native english speaker, but this guy is. he does it in the written notes as well as in his lectures. for instance, “stimuli” is plural. he seems to know that sometimes, since he sometimes uses “stimulus,” but other times he refers to a “stimuli.” also, he mentioned pavlov’s dogs and he kept using the word “salivatating.” that’s not a word. it’s “salivating.” alas.
blargle.
