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Sunday, February 22, 2004

I’m listening to The Beatles 1, and kinda worried about Gina, who hasn’t posted since 1 December 2003. 4:44:47 PM    comment []

WASHINGTON (CNN) -- Spot, an English springer spaniel with a White House pedigree who spent nearly 15 years with President Bush and his family, has died, the White House announced Saturday. An administration official told CNN that Spot was put to sleep Saturday around 1:30 p.m. after suffering a series of strokes. Her remains will be taken to the president's ranch in Crawford, Texas. The loss of a beloved pet is tragic, not something you would wish on your worst enemy. So I offer my sincere condolences to President Bush, his wife Laura, and their family for the loss of their dog Spot. 2:22:15 PM    comment []

I am so proud to announce that I have completely lost my mind this week! I’ve been gradually clawing my way back to reality by doing menial tasks – salsa therapy. There is fine redemption in the meticulous dicing of peppers, tomatoes, onions, and garlic. Only problem is, once I get close to reality, I don’t like what I see – but I can deal with it better.   One problem with Zappa and my wireless jukebox is the endings. Most of Zappa’s recordings after One Size Fits All were concert recordings. Yeah, you think, inferior sound, not up to studio quality. No, he always took along the best technicians and equipment available so they were quite good (after Fillmore East, June 1971 anyway, which still sounds cruddy). Unlike many of his contemporaries who relied on studio technology to cover their bands’ weaknesses, Zappa’s bands all could deliver in a live environment. The trademark was entire sets in which one tune segued into the next.   The energy accumulated and the torture never stopped. – But that’s exactly the problem with slicing and dicing them into discrete named tracks when you play them on any media player. There are no endings, so it gets chopped arbitrarily at some point between the tracks. This is annoying enough that I’m gonna redo all the CDs so they play an entire album side instead of breaking them down into individual tracks. This is especially critical as I start to dub the 6 double CD volumes of You Can’t Do That On Stage Anymore, affectionately called YCDTOSA by frankophiles, which were engineered by the incredibly brilliant Bob Stone. Every nuance must be savored. 1:20:09 PM    comment []

Undaunted by my Thesaurus, Hitler emerged slowly once again from beneath my keyboard, and softly burped. 4:15:51 AM    comment []