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Feb. 14th, 2002 06:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quislibetDear god, how does Eva O. sell records?
Such pain.
This compilation is not making me happy. The first one in the series was rather good. That old sequel problem.
But goth compilations are a very risky thing anyway. Goth female vocals tend to be either breathy or operatic, with much room for out-of-tuneness. Male vocals tend to sound like "Nosferatu" or "Two Witches," and that's a worse problem, but not relevant to this compilation, being all chick-fronted bands.
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Weird. Brandeis University's library sends out courtesy reminders by e-mail two weeks before the book is due.
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Our UPS man is the coolest evah. He had not delivered a package J. was expecting to her at work by the time she left, and so she, knowing that it contained perishables that would be ruined by freezing overnight (to wit: cheese), left a note on the door there asking if he wouldn't mind bringing it by our house a few blocks away, if he was going that way. And just now, he did.
Tonight's fun: the Y (we've been lax), and shopping at the Tar-zhay.
We're romantics at heart.
But right now, back to Foucaultian gender-historical German-language-y goodness. Sigh.
Such pain.
This compilation is not making me happy. The first one in the series was rather good. That old sequel problem.
But goth compilations are a very risky thing anyway. Goth female vocals tend to be either breathy or operatic, with much room for out-of-tuneness. Male vocals tend to sound like "Nosferatu" or "Two Witches," and that's a worse problem, but not relevant to this compilation, being all chick-fronted bands.
---
Weird. Brandeis University's library sends out courtesy reminders by e-mail two weeks before the book is due.
---
Our UPS man is the coolest evah. He had not delivered a package J. was expecting to her at work by the time she left, and so she, knowing that it contained perishables that would be ruined by freezing overnight (to wit: cheese), left a note on the door there asking if he wouldn't mind bringing it by our house a few blocks away, if he was going that way. And just now, he did.
Tonight's fun: the Y (we've been lax), and shopping at the Tar-zhay.
We're romantics at heart.
But right now, back to Foucaultian gender-historical German-language-y goodness. Sigh.
