March 28th, 2005

hope, science, green hills of earth

Call me Ishmael.

I don't often do the "Song of the Day" thing, but this one has been running through my head (and through WinAmp) for the last couple of days:

The Little River Band: "Cool Change"

Well I was born in the sign of water
And it's there that I feel my best
The albatross and the whales
they are my brothers
It's kind of a special feeling
When you're out on the sea alone
Starin' at the full moon
like a lover

Time for
a cool change...
I know that it's time
for a cool change
Now that my life
is so prearranged
I know that it's time
for a cool change...

That so suits my mood at the moment. I really need to find a job where I can go out on the ocean again. "If there's one thing in my life that's missing..." I miss being at sea. I'm not even an hour from the coast, but I'm still too damned far. I miss walking on the beach, or better still, feeling the deck shift and roll beneath my feet. I miss the call of the gulls, the roar of the surf, the sharp tang of salt and kelp in the air. I miss the impossible quiet of the blue when you're just drifting, far from sight of land.

I miss the stars, seen from a flying bridge on the midwatch, stretching from horizon to horizon, the Milky Way so bright and blazing and clear that it's impossible to fathom how it could just vanish in the haze and light of the cities.

People ask me why I so stubbornly stay in California, despite the job market -- it's because my soul needs to be near the Ocean (and preferably the Pacific). Iowa? Ohio? The Great Lakes don't cut it -- and may all the gods and powers deliver me from the hell of a land-locked state. On a day like today, in a mood like this, I'd rather starve on the shores of the deeps than prosper inland.

I am connected to the sea. "The albatross and the whales, they are my brothers." I have traveled the length and breadth of the United States, and much of Canada; I've seen the West Coast of North America from the Aleutians to Acapolco, and in all these places, I have never felt more at home, more alive, than I do on the ocean. My "home town" is the Pacific.

Sea-Fever, by John Masefield

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life.
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
  • Current Music
    Little River Band - Cool Change

Kicking Someone While They're AFK.

normanrafferty is on vacation at the moment, and I don't know how often he'll be able to catch up on LJ. When I stumbled across Something Old, Nothing New: Why I Hate Family Guy, however, I felt I had to at least make a passing reference to it in my journal.

Personally, I don't hate the show; I'm indifferent to it. Raffy loves it, though, and that's nigh-inexplicable to me. Our Favorite Rat frequently castigates mass media for being unoriginal, derivative, crammed full of in-jokes that are only funny if you recognize the references, and not nearly as shocking or daring as they pretend to be (a.k.a. "Behind the Railing").

Family Guy scores four out of four on that scale. As I said, I'm indifferent to the show, so I never bothered to enumerate all that before. Weinman deconstructs the show's flaws admirably.
  • Current Music
    Blue Oyster Cult - (Don't Fear) The Reaper

Richard Dawkins in my pants

Possibly the stupidest non-quiz meme I've participated in.
The idea: set your music player of preference to random mode, and append “in my Pants” to the first 20 tracks it selects. Don’t cherry-pick!
  1. Tai Kwan Leap in my pants
  2. The Conet Project - tcp d4 26 wiskey tango viente y uno irdial in my pants
  3. Star Trek Rhapsody in my pants
  4. Bob Dylan - Blowin' In The Wind in my pants
  5. P.J. Shapiro - Ballad of Serenity in my pants
  6. Peter Schilling - Major Tom in my pants
  7. Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Sweet's Song in my pants
  8. Ater Draconis - From One Nightmare To Another
  9. HP Lovecraft - At The Mountains of Madness in my pants
  10. Space Ghost - Zorak Devoured in my pants
  11. Four Seasons - Silence is Golden in my pants
  12. Wylde Nept - Wanderlust in my pants
  13. Metallica & The San Francisco Orchestra - Star Wars Imperial March in my pants
  14. Cowboy Bebop - Rain in my pants
  15. Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Rest in Peace in my pants
  16. Kepple, Clark, Woods & Townshend - Zero Wing Rhapsody in my pants
  17. Bob Dylan - All Along the Watchtower in my pants
  18. The Conet Project - tcp d4 41 m3 irdial in my pants
  19. Bob Dylan - The Times They Are A-Changin' in my pants
  20. Bat Echolocation Calls - Noctule Bat in my pants

Not all my MP3s are "music", per se. I have a whole slew of comedy routines, interesting science sounds, and odd stuff like Numbers Stations -- which, due to an odd whim, may outnumber any other given category or performer in my pants. I did skip over a couple of those, or the sampling would have had a peculiar bias.

Odd that Bob Dylan popped up three times. I think that's half my Dylan collection, right there, in my pants.
  • Current Music
    bagpipes - pipes from hell in my pants