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Gonna take you over
Feb. 4th, 2006 10:06 amTersa tagged me to do a five guilty pleasure meme thing. Aside from my usual you can't make me reaction to being told to do something, I'd have to feel guilty about pleasure to do it. And I pretty much have no shame. So. Failure.
On this latest trip I got to experience (for an hour or two at least) UberFirst Class, with the seats that recline fully into a bed-like object which includes individual controls for moving the seat foward and back or the footrest or headrest up and down (there may have been more but the control panel was threatening and all the other UFC people already seemed to know how to use it so I just kind of poked at buttons occasionally and hoped they weren't related to the functioning of the aircraft) and a little hutch/bookshelf/storage kind of area in front of me where I could put my jacket and my purse, a little end table space at my elbow, several drinks and the standard luncheon with fresh fruit and chicken baked in parmesan. I really have to get rich somehow.
On the way home, I routed through LA because for some reason on a Wednesday morning in midJanuary Salt Lake City was really busy and I was dubious about getting directly into San Francisco and I knew I could get there from LA easily. We could see the city long before we arrived. Well, we could see the air above the city. That grimy brownish miasma hanging over everything made me want to shower as we descended on our final approach, and it wrapped its ephemeral tendrils around the plane, and I thought "Yeah, I really never want to live here." The flaming patches of wild California poppies that grow along the runways at LAX redeemed the place a little bit.
Despite only having a couple of hours (and thus effectively no time to do anything) in the city, I wanted to call somebody and wave and say 'Hi I'm here' but Miss Friday doesn't live there any more and Raven was at work or busy with a houseguest or maybe both. So I didn't.
People who keep music on a hard drive, I seek your advice. I'm ripping 'classical' music and my software gives me 'artist' 'album' and 'track' categories. Now, just like back in the Tower Records days, I'm having trouble sorting some of this. Do I use the performer or composer as 'artist'? And if so, don't I want the other information available somewhere? Is there a standard method of resolving this troublesome issue?
On this latest trip I got to experience (for an hour or two at least) UberFirst Class, with the seats that recline fully into a bed-like object which includes individual controls for moving the seat foward and back or the footrest or headrest up and down (there may have been more but the control panel was threatening and all the other UFC people already seemed to know how to use it so I just kind of poked at buttons occasionally and hoped they weren't related to the functioning of the aircraft) and a little hutch/bookshelf/storage kind of area in front of me where I could put my jacket and my purse, a little end table space at my elbow, several drinks and the standard luncheon with fresh fruit and chicken baked in parmesan. I really have to get rich somehow.
On the way home, I routed through LA because for some reason on a Wednesday morning in midJanuary Salt Lake City was really busy and I was dubious about getting directly into San Francisco and I knew I could get there from LA easily. We could see the city long before we arrived. Well, we could see the air above the city. That grimy brownish miasma hanging over everything made me want to shower as we descended on our final approach, and it wrapped its ephemeral tendrils around the plane, and I thought "Yeah, I really never want to live here." The flaming patches of wild California poppies that grow along the runways at LAX redeemed the place a little bit.
Despite only having a couple of hours (and thus effectively no time to do anything) in the city, I wanted to call somebody and wave and say 'Hi I'm here' but Miss Friday doesn't live there any more and Raven was at work or busy with a houseguest or maybe both. So I didn't.
People who keep music on a hard drive, I seek your advice. I'm ripping 'classical' music and my software gives me 'artist' 'album' and 'track' categories. Now, just like back in the Tower Records days, I'm having trouble sorting some of this. Do I use the performer or composer as 'artist'? And if so, don't I want the other information available somewhere? Is there a standard method of resolving this troublesome issue?