Symmetry

When we got our wedding bands, we got simple, undecorated gold rings. Nothing etched in them, nothing set in them. Just plain gold bands. It's what seemed right; I particularly liked the idea that they didn't have any meaningful alignment.

But it occured to me recently that, as a side effect, my ring has infinite axes of rotational symmetry. Which is what I was going for in that first paragraph, but I hadn't really put the "i" word down on paper. Infinite. That's a whole lot of ring to be carrying around on my finger. What if some shaman or some jedi motherfucker or something wants to know which side is up? On pain of death?

Fuck.

Also, how can I tell if I have it on backwards?

Gaydolf Shitler

So far as I can tell from a quick Google search, I may be one of the few people to use the phrase Gaydolf Shitler. This is oddly gratifying.

And if it ever does catch on, well, you know where it started.

Overheard At a Show

I'm plumbing through the content of our tape of the band's 4/16/05 show at Ash. It was taped by a guy with whom until recently I worked, and as always happens when someone is holding a camera for 45 minutes, they don't stay all that quiet.

So I'm picking up little bits of conversation and such, including this encourage exchange:

"So who is this band?"
"This is Josh's, uh, a guy I work with, his band."
"Sweet!"
"Yeah, I had no idea."

Documentary proof of that age-old truism -- when someone invites you to a show, you really have to expect they'll suck.

Watch This Space

i'm on my way back

really