"ATTENTION ALL DJS: IF YOU ARE NOT CAPABLE OF DOING THIS, YOU ARE NOT A "MUSICIAN." In the world of playing recorded music, one genre stands far and away from the rest as the one true art of competence, skill, and showmanship: Turntablism. The idea that a record can be scratched, back-spinned, cutted, sliced, spiced, and manipulated as a deliberate musical feature warrants so much praise and respect I crap my pants just thinking about it. It doesn't even seem right to call them DJs. It's unfair that these people are given the same title as some idiot blathering away on morning radio, or a tacky human stereo playing cds at a wedding. That's just impolite and rude. Call them what they really are: Record Gods."
And I haven't forgotten the rest of you either. I just have a very full life and not much time for artwork.
Typing in a foreign language is a lot harder than typing in English. The letter flow is different. My fingers are trained for 'ings' and 'ions', 'ents' and 'ants.' They have trouble with 'iaos' and 'eaus' and, well.. you get it.
Haha, I am supposed to meet The Guy for a drink tonight. However yesterday, I texted him that I am celibate (yes I did manage to slip that subtly into conversation - I rock), and I haven't heard from him since. How to sort sheep from goats, Tats style. *grin* Gotta say, I'm all for being up front and honest about these things, it makes life a lot simpler. And avoiding complication and entanglement is what this celibacy thing is all about anyway.
Just another example of me having learned a few things this year. ;-)
I'm still in the forced hiatus of broken-down shearing machinery. Today I shall be ringing them to see why it's taken 10 days to tune it up and get it going. Meanwhile I have a mental picture of a pile of woolly sheep getting bigger and bigger, stretching off into the distance. Don't want to spend my entire Christmas break shearing. *shakes head*
Happy First of November, everyone! *insert appropriate marker day celebration name here*
And, in 'spot the fallacious logic' news for the day, this from Harper's Weekly:
"Sheik Taj Aldin al-Hilali, mufti of Sydney, Australia's largest mosque, compared unveiled women to "uncovered meat." "If you take out uncovered meat and place it outside," said the mufti, "and the cats come to eat it . . . whose fault is it, the cats' or the uncovered meat's? The uncovered meat is the problem. If she was in her room, in her home, in her hijab, no problem would have occurred."