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Name: Galen
Country: United States
State: Texas
Birthday: 4/3/1982
Gender: Male
Interests: Film, Music, Christianity, Philosophy, more will be added in due time.
Expertise: Laziness, Obnoxiousness, Doing the wrong thing, Accidents, and Perfection
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
Member Since:
4/19/2004
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| Last night, I returned home late after an enjoyable evening with my good friend Daniel. We watched "Shine a Light" in IMAX* and then jived at a bar in NoHo for a few hours. As I was driving through Laurel Canyon, a terrible thought occured to me, "yesterday I let David borrow my house key. I don't remember getting it back from him." I checked my key chain. My key was missing. Damn. I didn't want to wake my roommates up, so I parked my car on the upward slope at the bottom of the hill, locked my doors, and tilted my chair back. Shortly after dawn, my winshield turned into a magnifying glass to the sun's lasers and I jolted to consiousness the moment after I was incinerated. I was so tired and didn't want to lunge my belongings up the hill, so I drove up and illegally parked next to my house. I climbed the 30 steps to my house and grabbed the handle. It was, of course, locked. I peeked in the windows but no one was alive yet. I dragged one of my patio chairs to a shaded area on the landing and collapsed. I drifted in and out of the universe for a few hours, adjusting my position every few minutes. I even experimented with letting the concrete porch be my bed. I'd check my cell phone. 7:01 AM. 7:09 AM. 7:11 AM. 7:17 AM. And on and on till 10:30 when I heard rustling upstairs. I truged up to the house and knocked on the door. Amity opened the door for me and was horrified at my ragged appearance. I think we had a conversation, but I can't remember. Before I could get to my bed, I crashed on the couch. After a short time, I found myself getting up and moving to my bedroom. I found myself undressed and in my bed. And then I slept comfortably for a very long time. After really waking up, I learned that my roommate, Scott, stayed up late writing. He was up when I got home in the first place. And Amity woke up early. She was up when I settled on the porch. Vanity! Vanity! Galen *Shine a Light in IMAX was incredible! It felt like I was in the audience of a Stones Concert! I kept applauding to songs and then realize that I was in a movie. | | |
| A week ago, I came across the most beautiful piece of music on earth.
I was driving home from church at dusk and, had I not been in an endless spell of constant sneezing, the weather couldn't have been more gorgeous! I was taking my time with the window rolled down and not even really paying attention to the radio (which was tuned to a classical station). All of a sudden, I noticed a female voice singing in a Romantic language, almost unaccompanied, a tune I had never heard. I had no idea how long it had been going on, but I was overcome with a literal breathtaking beauty and moved with an indescribable feeling of duty and love for God, the world, and everyone around me.
And then the piece ended. And the announcer got on and started talking about Spanish cantatas from the 12th century. He rattled off the name of the composer and the piece, but I was driving and was unfamiliar with any of the Spanish words. I yanked out my trusty Moleskine and pen and pulled over to the nearest curb. But by the time I was parked, he was on to something else. The only word I caught was part of the ensemble performing, "Alcatraz".
I raced to the classical section of Amoeba records and asked them about "Alcatraz". They, of course, could do nothing with the tiny amount of information that I gave them. So I left empty handed.
I got to my car and dialed 411. I asked for the name of a radio station and they gave me the number. I called and quickly got on with the announcer. I asked about the song he had just announced. Something about Alcatraz. He was totally confused because, unbeknownst to me, I had called the wrong station. I didn't know the name of my station, only the dial numbers, so I couldn't 411 any more.
I called my little sister and begged her to use all her powers to find a telephone number for the station I was listening to. She called me back a few minutes later with digits. I called the station and waited on hold for the announcer. Soon enough, though, I was connected.
I stuttered off my piece of information, begging him to tell me the name of the music. But my piece of information, "Alcatraz" was a little generic. He had played a few pieces by the "Ensemble de Alcatraz". But there I had that - the performer's name. I tried describing when I heard it, but I didn't think to note the time I heard the song. Now thirty or so minutes had passed since I originally was moved.
He and I went back and forth for ten minutes before he finally found the name of the composer and the song.
The composer was Martin Codax and the piece was Ondas do Mare. It was performed by the Ensemble Alcatraz with Kitka on their 2000 release Cantigas de Amigo.
And all the World's problems were solved. I went home and downloaded the album.
Glorious!
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| (The "OF THE MIND" part above should be read with an echo like science fiction from the 1950's.)
So speaking of Psychology AND THE DARK ABYSS THAT IS THE HUMAN BRAIN
I was sitting in McDonald's this afternoon nibbling on the easily greasiest dollar double cheeseburger I've ever touched when a Fairly Attractive and Otherwise Normal Woman in Her Thirties stepped in line. I quickly learned that she had the rare brand of Tourette's Syndrome (adored by comics but actually quite uncommon); identified by screams of profanity. The phrase this Fairly Attractive and Otherwise Normal Woman in Her Thirties positioned as her "Home Base" and loudly growled with repeated frequency inside McDonald's this afternoon was
"Fallopian Hole!"
Ignoring the years of humiliation she has surely suffered, I have never enjoyed myself more than ten minutes this Fairly Attractive and Otherwise Normal Woman in Her Thirties shared with me at McDonald's this afternoon.
Galen
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MY GRANDMOTHER TURNS 91 TODAY!!!!
If you are unaware, she is the sweet old lady/most wonderful woman on this planet on the upper left of this page.
She still runs a radio station with my 87 year old Grandfather! A couple days ago, she got her license renewed! She is one amazing lady!
Wish her a Happy Birthday!
HAPPY 91, NORY! ...In other, much less significant, news...
I dreamt last night that I checked out a new pizza place
based on a friend’s recommendation. This Pizza Joint happened to be a sort of
time warp into the early 1980’s. It wasn’t just the decorations; it was the
early 1980’s. Now, all the customers there had a recollection of 2008, but to
them, it was a distant memory. I was told they had great pizza, but couldn't’t find
out because all the employees were Muppets. When I ordered my food (and I did
this several times), Cookie Monster would carry my pizza out to me, eating it
on the way. By the time he gave me my plate, it was empty.
The Pizza Joint had a long counter that you sat at and
directly in front of the countertop was a large, single pane window. On the
other side of the window was an office with a bunch of old men working.
Chatting with them, I found out that they were a high powered Production
Company. They interviewed me for a job and I did terrible on the interview. I
answered everything wrong. But they still offered the position to me. I was
conflicted. I wanted a respectable job, but I didn’t think it’d do anything for
my career now to take a job back in 1983. I also didn’t like the idea of
working while on display for the patrons of a restaurant. I did tell them that
I liked the fact that they had Muppets working for them. I thought that would
be a lot of fun.
In order to persuade me to take the job, the boss, who I
think was Fred Astaire, brought me a slice of pizza – which in fact was very
good – and he gave me a book. I gladly accepted the book, but was concerned
that it wouldn't’t teach me anything, because it was very out dated.
Does anybody have a clue about Dream Psychology? Because
that, along with the time I dreamt the cows were eating each other, had to have
been one of the most vivid and bizarre dreams in recent memory.
Galen
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Today, March 10,
2008, EMILY GILBERT TURNS 21 YEARS OLD!
Happy Birthday, Emily! You deserve it.
After a lifetime of misery and neglect, you’re finally an
adult! But don’t let anyone ever think that you haven’t earned every drop of your oncoming alcoholism!
Sister Child, it’s yours! Drink it up and don’t ever stop.
But we can't loose sight of what you've done with your life up until this moment.
Uh...
Uh...
Uh...
Well, whatever it was, I'm sure you were ugly and smelled like onions.
Three cheers to the Forgotten One!
Hip! Hip!
...in related news...
Emily Gilbert was arrested today for three counts of manslaughter and two counts of mail fraud. Pending investigation, prosecutors are withholding any other information. We'll keep you updated as the story develops.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMILY!
Galen
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