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Listening to Hair for the first time very late at night while mostly
asleep was probably not a wise choice. I'm in an intensely weird mood,
boosted by the odd 1960's-ish dreams I had, and also by the knowledge
that in a very short time I'll be getting on a plane and flying to
Portland for OryCon. I packed this morning. I'm bringing way too much
clothing.
Work is being particularly soul-destroying this week. We're moving
building 2, which mostly seems to involve a lot of people panicking
over things that could be dealt with easily if any intelligence were
applied to the situation. I'm hiding in my cubical and waiting for it
to be over. Plus the router here in building 4 is behaving rather like
a yo-yo, which makes trying to read webpages about Hair
difficult.
Speaking of which, I found an interesting person at Columbia
while doing a websearch for lyrics to The Flesh
Failures, which is where the name for this entry comes from.
One of the things Jim and I talked about last night was how Hair
and Rent compare. Not as meaningful cultural
and/or musical experiences -- but how they deal with the same issues
and the impact those issues are having on the young people around
them. I dearly need to buy Hair so that I can talk about
this more effectively.
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