Feb. 23rd, 2006

primroseburrows: (tin pan alley twins)
Apparently a kit is necessary for toilet training.


Mmkay.



Oh, and. You can find my current music here (just click on the word "song" to listen or DL file). OMG Bernie sings!! Excuse me while I prostrate myself in utter worship.

If anyone can turn this into an mp3 for me, I'd oh, so appreciate it. I'll even write a drabble in some fandom if I know it. Or no fandom. I've been wanting an impetus to write recently.

Lyrics are here.

Is it scary of me to want to filk this song and call it "I Wanna be Like Draco Malfoy?". Um.


Okay, then. Off to the DMV. ETA: Not going to the DMV after all, because once again I don't have the proper paperwork. I can never win with those guys. :/
primroseburrows: (ka-tet)
Last year I sat in my car in the parking lot of the Block Island Ferry. I was early for the boat (which was a rarity), so I had time to listen to the NPR story that had been on since before I arrived. The story was Haunting the Quabbin, about the history of the Quabbin Reservoir that is now Boston's water supply. But once, there were four towns there. TPTB at the time thought it would be for the common good to flood the towns in order to bring abundant fresh drinking water to Boston. I think if you ask a lot of Bostonians, they'd have no idea where their water comes from. Bostonians on my flist, do you know?

Anyway, I sat in my car, and by the end of the story I was pretty much weeping. Not so much because these people lost their homes, although that was tragic; but moreso because the whole thing happened in the 1930s and there aren't many left who remember. It's history dying, and that's really sad. This story also makes me think about the Gaza Strip, and the people who had to leave their homes there. Displaced people everywhere, no matter what the politics may be.

I don't know why I thought of it tonight, but when I re-listened, the reaction was the same. We remember things like wars and genocides, and so we should, of course, but smaller things such as having to leave the homes they always knew, sometimes for generations, will be forgotten in just one or two of the next generations. I think that's as much of a tragedy.

Go read this, if you have time. It's a sad, lovely story that needs to be preserved. And you guys in Boston? When you run your water, raise a glass in honour and memory of the families who gave up everything so you could have it.

This song is a modern tribute, written about the last Firemens' Ball on the last day of the towns' existence. I'm glad someone's rememebering it. I'd love to go to the site someday.

Mark Erelli - The Farewell Ball

Lyrics are here.

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