Lots to talk about today. Let’s get right to it.
The great facial hair experiment ended this morning with a quick swipe of the Mach 3. After receiving a few jeers from people and admitting to myself it wasn’t going to happen, I decided to nuke the goatee thing 2 1/2 weeks into the test. Don’t worry, there was no new growth. Just a bunch of blonde peach fuzz getting way too long. Let it be known, though, that Courtney never once told me to shave it off.
My C: drive decided to take a digger on Monday. It’s been unrecoverable since. Reformatting, repartitioning, zeroing out data. It’s all hopeless. Good thing I got this new fancy credit card. I think I’ll have to check out it’s online buying power today. I was going to invest in a big 60 gigger but for primary boot drives I like to keep them smaller so in the event, such as this one, I don’t have to worry about data recovery because all I keep on the primary drive is the OS. Kudos for me for being anal retentive about this. But you can guarantee I will be buying a fast IBM drive to compensate for the smallerish storage capacity of it.
Last, but not least, Courtney was kind enough to drive my sorry ass around last night at 9:30pm until we found a store that was still open so I could buy Rufus Wainwright’s new album Poses. Here’s a tiny review of it versus his previous self-titled offering:
There is no doubt that Rufus Wainwright writes and performs good music. For anyone who can claim to have eclectic tastes, Rufus will be right out there on the edge. His first album brought a dozen or so great love ballads typically with just Rufus and a piano. His second album strays from that piano man-esque song style in persuit of a more inventive and daring contrast. The stark differences between albums is what caught me off guard. Gone are the slow and melodic piano music, replaced with a scratched record rap-style. Also, gone is the topic of love and trust that most anyone can relate to. Rufus has a large gay following because of his openly gay lifestyle and the reflection of his life in his music. His first album was about love and lovers. There were hints of sexuality in it but for the most part it was a great album which left no one out. Poses seems to swing the other way. I can’t seem to relate to the topics. I don’t know what it’s like to come to terms with the word “fabulous” (see liner notes) nor have I worn flipflops while running down the street drunk. I just don’t get it. I don’t think I will get it. The music is good. The lyrics will take some time to digest.
