filing raze sometimes easing a file into its designated spot isn't enough. sometimes you have to give it some verbal abuse. today there was a medium-sized one that wasn't sitting the way it was supposed to, when i knew there was more than enough room on the shelf to accommodate it. the indifferent manila thing was testing me. i could see it in the eyes it didn't have. in the teeth it couldn't flash at me with contempt. so i gave it an earful. "fuck you, you fuckin' piece of shit!" i said. then i said other, less wholesome things. and then it slid right into place. 131016 ... raze marvin gaye sings so sweetly when you're punching carpet to get on your knees. "i wanna be where you are," he croons. and you say, "well come on over, dear marvin. come back to life and make that song last a little longer, and we'll sidestep potential paper cuts together." but he doesn't answer, the song fades away, and then side one of "i_want_you" is over and there's nothing more to file. 131112 ... e_o_i Swearing at files is all well and good, but I'm not brave enough to swear at dictionaries. They're heavy and might fall on my head in revenge. 131112 ... raze robert fripp's "exposure" was the soundtrack for today. i think it was at the beginning of side two when i said out loud, "this album is fucking crazy." but it's my kind of crazy. i have no idea how i went this long without hearing it. the lyrics for one song go like this: that is the way it is because it is that way. it is that way, in that it is the way it is. in the way that it is that way, that is the way it is. in the way that that is the way, that is the way it is (that is, it is the way). or, that it is that way is the way it is. the way it is that is the way it is in that it is the way it is, is because it is that way. or, that it is the way that it is, is the way that it is that. that is, the way that it is the way that it is is the way that it is that way. i may not have enough of me, but i've had enough of you. 141008 ... raze (that should have been, "i may not have *had* enough of me) 141008 ... raze unkind to the fingers, sometimes, this. the bad thing about cutting yourself on the most sensitive part of your thumb with the sharp stubborn deep-digging edge of a stupid old unseen staple, at least when you play guitar the way i do (i.e. very much not the proper way), is that it becomes difficult to fret with total thoughtless freedom on the neck of any stringed instrument until the cut has healed. the good thing is it forces you to play other instruments you might have been neglecting in favour of things with strings. still. that staple can go wherever staples go to die and get itself stuck in some maddening limbo. 150208 what's it to you? who go blather from