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Acoustic Utopia

I like the idea that I can tune a Pandora station to the sort of stuff I'd listen to with Mama, and possibly use that for music the next time she's visiting.

Right now I'm going through the bloody survey and digging around to see what I can shake loose that I've always wondered about it and want to resolve before the briefing goes live.

I have tea and apples. I am happy.

Trendy Chick and I are both wearing all black and "samurai shoes" today. (Description of shoes courtesy of Site Services.)

The sort of folk music that I can't stand very well is "one man with guitar bitching". It has to be very well-done for me to like it, and there's a lot of crap in that category that's "good" but isn't actually GOOD.

If I modified my typing gloves with black mesh sleeves, they might be goth-fashionable as well as utilitarian. Snarky Lady already mistook them for fashion accessories rather than orthopaedic devices.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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