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May 31

Several people have been kind enough to point out that there is something wrong with the characters at the ends of my so-called lines. If it were only on this page I would cop some kind of ee cummings attitude and call it a non-conventional format. If it isn't fixed by the time you read this, well...

Band rehearsals are an opportunity to get away from the RGB and sit in front of tiny little green LCD screens that display 2 lines of info, the context of which is controlled by anywhere from a pair of buttons to a flotilla of knobs and self illuminating touchy-feely confusion devices. And most of them are from the same manufacturer. The vocals seem less of a bitch.

Now that I have gained the confidence to record my radio rant at home, I develop a severe case of DAT incompatability. Has anyone heard about this? That DAT machines are like people, in that they sometimes say the same thing, but often reinterpret what the other says into something that is, shall we say, a distortion of the original message? What is the dirty little secret of mini disc?

If I'm not mistaken, there is a unifying theme coalescing here. Things just always seem to need to get done over. Nothing is without iteration. Nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing.

Is without iteration, that is.