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Got up at 4:45. On a Sunday. After I'd got up at 5:45 for a morning run before work yesterday. I am clearly insane.

Biked to Schönbrunn and took about a million photos in the morning sunlight, mainly to start exploring the different functions of the camera, which I'm really happy with, apart from the lens/distortion problem. (But I need a zoom lens; I don't think I could use a fixed focal length lens for what I do; if nothing else, I'd end up run over by a car sooner rather than later.)

Had a second breakfast and will probably be very, very lazy for the rest of the day, with a bit of cleaning up and belly dancing practice.


Very boring board-game evening with Ch. and T. yesterday that I hadn't the presence of mind to get out of when invited; not an intelligent or even remotely interesting conversation in sight, and I now really want to see Labyrinth again, after having played that idiotic labyrinth game three times, and please stop me when I gush too extensively about how my niece is cute and smart and generally the bestest baby ever, because yesterday I realised that if there's something more annoying than parents going into endless raptures about the wonderfulness of their offspring (who at least is their child), it's aunts going on and on and on about their nephews and niece in a boring and slightly pathetic way.



Hm, and Year Zero? Picked it up Friday, because old habits die hard; I can't say much yet, it's a lot less catchy than WT (and not instant love like TF), but after having listened to it twice I'm definitely a lot more intrigued than I was then. Still not so sure it's my cup of tea, but it got me interested in the direction that NIN is heading again.

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Dear Trent,

With Teeth is forgiven.

Renewed love, me.


I was so, so wary after the disappointment of WT, the new image that came with it, the new-found political angle (*), the whole marketing concept, but this is actually good, as far as I can judge, which admittedly is not very. In any case, I like it a lot, as in, able to play twice over without getting bored or tempted to skip. Trent will probably never be a very good lyricist, there are analogies, images and phrases that are definitely over-used, and the rest isn't exactly high literature either, but like with TF the music is so interesting that it's easy to simply not notice the lyrics' weakness. My fangirl days are & remain over, but I'm a lot less embarrassed about them now.

It's an album again, rather than random tracks stuck together on a cd. If I had to pick a favourite track at this point, it'd be Another Version Of The Truth, which is amazing. He really should do more instrumental tracks.



(*) Not that I'm not all in favour of anyone finding a political/social conscience, god knows I wish I were less apathetic, but I'm wary of Art With A Mission And Capital M Message on principle, because it rarely makes for good art, and The Hand That Feeds didn't exactly convince me TR'd be able to pull it off; what's more, in his case it seemed so... jumping on the bandwagon, and somewhat belatedly at that, and definitely a case of preaching to the converted.