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Wednesday, April 30, 2003
A dream I just had about someone I haven't seen since 1995. Dream: Im supposed to be going to my Tissue Engineering class. Im late though, cause I ended up going to the other section of the class's lecture to see if they had any insight towards the problem I was working on. The y did and it was something about a mouse. I leave their section to go to my own (now 7 or 8 minutes late) and I start to take an elevator. Im on the ground floor and want to go to the 2nd floor (B, G, 1, 2, 3 is the floor arrangement). I get in one and realize it has no buttons other than B and G, but before I can go out it just closes the doors and starts going up (which it shouldn't be doing). It feel like a Willy Wonka moment as the elevator ascends to places it shouldn't be without the use of anything, it kind of is just free floating up to the 3rd floor where it goes back again down. It never stops anywhere, just goes up and down. I get out and try another one but it doesn't move anywhere. Finally I decide to take the stairs and I have to walk all the way around the building to find a set which is quite odd. Anyway, I get to the second floor now about 15 minutes late and it looks more like a mall than the 2nd floor of Tech. I see my class sitting in what appears to be an Indian restaurant, so I go over and lo and behold class today consists of eating Indian food while prof. Ameer talks. One of the people in the class has a friend from out of town who I think I recognize in the back of my head as Brooke from camp way back when but I don't say anything yet. The scene changes and we are walking around a city, probably chicago. Its night, we start to go down one street (we is me John Mo Brian and Candace Brooke and maybe someone else). I say I don't like walking down streets where all the street lights are broken so we stay on the main road and take a couple pictures with a disposable camera. The scene changes again to a room somewhere where I am officially introduced to the friend as Brooke. I ask, Brooke Josefs? She says yes, looks quizically and says she should have realized I was wearing a KR sweatshirt (in NU colors). We start to talk, and randomly Kevin (frosh) is there. Many people are drinking 7-up or sprite or something in a green can. We walk out and things start to get fuzzy, with a piece of paper seeming to come into my view with several names and other stuff on it, 2 of which are names ending in Cadena (I think one of the first names was Gavin) and then some girl name beginning with B (the last name was something different here) who lived at 1101 Sun something St. The City and zip were there too, but I don't recall them. Concentrating on remembering this info stirred me from my restful slumber. Tuesday, April 29, 2003
Monday, April 28, 2003
Yestarday was my unofficial start of spring day. Although it started over a month ago, yestarday was that late April day in the low 70's when all the trees suddenly turn green, all the tulips open up, and everythign starts looking really pretty. Now it just really feels like spring and you can walk outside in just a short sleeve shirt for a little while and not get too chilled and people are studying on the lakefill and throwing a frisbee on deering. So yay for beautiful weather, even if it will drop back into the 60's later in the week. 0 comments Sunday brunch was another large group meal, this time taking place at 720 Simpson. Since Meg's sister Beth, and Peter were in town, she was having a brunch for many. Those in attendance were myself, my mom, Meg, Beth, Peter, Jen, Kim, Tamica, Shannon, Ankur, Darren, Sombit and Chris. I think that was everyone. We had just enough to keep a New Jersey majority most of the time. Brunch was bagels and cream cheese, fruit salad, various danish, doughnuts, croissants, and all sorts of juices. It was good to see a lot of people together again cause it had been a while, and it was great talking about theme parks and related accidents and mishaps, lots about New Jersey, people's thoughts on the word exotic, and everyone's future plans. Shortly after 1:30, my mom took Beth and Peter and off they all went to the airport to fly back home to wonderful New Jersey. I hope everyone is now swelling with Jersey Pride. The Garden State rocks my world. 0 comments Sunday, April 27, 2003
Dinner last night was at Flat Top, with myself, my mom, Eric, Carter, John, Mo, Brian and Candace. We had a reservation for 7:30, but they didn't seat us until almost 8. Then we got to experience the wonders of the double sided ingredient fill station Flat Top (which Mo says was there all along). The highlight of the meal was my mom's ordering the "Horny Monkey" a "drink with a surprise" which turned out to be a banana of course. Pictures were taken as she took the first bite of it, and later inteh evening when I swallowed half at once and then mananged to bring it back up cause my mom had wanted to take a picture. My number of moo-shoo wasn't enough to top my record of 7 at once, but I did manage a healthy 6 with what I didn't consider to be an overly large bowl of veggies and meats. Later, when we asked the waiter to take a picture of the table he responded by looking quizically at us and holding up his left hand saying, "This is meat". At that point he went and presumably put the meat down before coming back to take a picture of our table. Then of course there was the round of "tell embarrasing stories about Andrew" of which there were relatively few. A really great night overall, and it was wonderful of my mom to take us all out like that. 0 comments Saturday, April 26, 2003
I went to go see Dar Williams play last night with my mom. Getting the tickets themselves was somewhat of a hassle, cause I tried to purchase them through ticketmaster, first on Wednesday and then on Thursday morning. Both times it found seats for me in the balcony, but when I went to actually purchase them I got an error hat told me there was a "Bad Server". Obviously it didn't want me buying those tickets. So on Thursday afternoon at about quarter after 5 when my mom was on her way over from the hotel I tried once more, this time not paying attention to the seats given to me (although choosing the same options as before). This time the transaction goes through and its all good and I have 2 tickets to see Dar Williams with opener The Ben Taylor Band. So Firday evening comes, and we get to the Vic where she is performing. I pick up the ticekts from will call, and we go inside after an exhaustive search of my moms bag. Then we had our tickets to the usher type person, cause it was a seated show, and he beckons "follow me". We walk behind him, and I am a little shocked at first that he doesn't lead us upstairs, but after that wore off, I realized we were still walking on the main floor towards the stage. My mom and I start to look at each other in slight shock and our gazes both say "where are we going". She is worried about falling on the small steps in her heels as we progress even closer to the stage. Finally we make it to the point where we are told, "Yours are the first and second seats". The row of course, was the first one. So my mom and I sit down and start to laugh hysterically, wondering how in the world we managed to get front row seats when the tickets were bought just a day before the event. The first song by Ben was broken often by us brusting out laughing, still shocked at how such a seating arrangement came to be. So from there we settled down to watch the show with every facial expression visible to us, every gesture noticed and every bead of sweat seen. The Ben Taylor Band was really good, and I loved the instrumentals, but I also would have liked to hear his voice a little stronger in some of the songs he sang. He felt overpowered by them sometimes. After his set, I went out to the merchandise table, bough his CD and he signed it to my mom: "Karen, please take a listen, Thanks, Ben". Then it was back inside for Dar's set. She had a full band backing her up this time, which I hadn't ever seen her with. The 3 other times I saw her perform it was always solo with just her and a guitar. The band was a nice addition though, and she sang a number of songs off her new album, as well as many others. She also told her always wonderful stories about the angst of the early 20 something fresh out of college kid who knows they want to do something meaningful with their life but just can't figure it out. Sound familiar? She also told stories about the springtime, and her former tourbus "Red Hooker" (named after the town of Red Hook), and gave a chance for us to name her new and shiny white bus. Lots of suggestions were thrown to her from the audience, and eventually she resorted to telling people to write them down on a piece of paper and spitball them up to her cause people wouldnt stop giving them. She also talked about SELF, which is the Solar Electric Light Fund, a non profit which works on building infrastructure in developing countries, and is shortly going to go to Bhutan to bring solar power to a place which otherwise would need electric lines placed through areas where endangered wildlife, including the black-necked crane, live. As the night went on the theme of the show turned into more of a "traveling" one than the springtime one I think was orignially planned with the help of some audience members requests for some songs. In the encore when Iowa was requested, she started to say that her husband had asked her not to sing it... at which point there were numerous cat calls, so she said to let her continue, and then went on to say ... unless he got some later that night, and encouraged everyone to do the same, at which point she told everyone to hit the bartender up for a few drinks to make it happen. After her final encore which she did solo, she said goodnight, and I bought her Live album, Out There Live. Overall just a wonderful musical experience, so much enhanced by the front row seats. Being able to see every slight smile, and watch the emotions on a performers face just really makes something like that so much better. 0 comments Friday, April 25, 2003
The overalls saga: One boys quest for a decent pair of pants Once it was decided that overalls were a necessity for my already burgeoning wardrobe, I went about to procure a pair. First I ordered a pair online from Osh Kosh B'Gosh, through Amazon. All seemed fine till they arrived. The pair I received was blue and white striped called hickory, a far cry from the normal denim I was expecting. Personally, Im not a fan of looking like a conductor (or an engineer for that matter). So, with my mom in town, we went to the Gurnee Mills Outlet where it said there was a store, and were going to exchange them there. Unfortunately they were a baby store only, with no normal clothing. We returned the overalls I had received there, and were told there was another stor about 15 miles up the road where we could get the pair I wanted, and they called ahead to make sure they had them in stock. They did, so off we went to Kenosha, and I got to enter Wisconsin for the first time. I got the normal denim pair there, ended up changing the size to fit me better and then we stopped at a pepperidge farm store to pick up a few treats for my apartment. Then it was back home to my apartment where a brief nap was in order for my mom. Yay Overalls! They are the garment that shall withstand the test of time. We all wore them as kids, so why shouldn't we wear them as adults? 0 comments Thursday, April 24, 2003
Totally unimportant, but April is now officially my most prolific posting period (yay for consonance), at least in terms of kilobytes (although I think in number of posts as well). Blogger keeps track of the size of your posts, and prior to this post I was at 19286 bytes. I may actually hit 25KB before the month is over, so look out world, here I come. Oddly enough, last year in March and April were my busiest posting times too. I wonder if it just has something to do with this time of year, and the new beginnings that seem to come with Spring's approach (and it is still just approaching here in Chicago), cause it seems like a number of fellow bloggers are going through a similar phase. 0 comments Another dream that is the essence of randomness: It starts off in a parking lot. Its me, Andy, a girl who may or may not be his wife, and their son. There is also at least 3 other people, one of whom is also named Andrew. We are all supposed to take some kind of statistics test. The woman who comes to administer it is Asian, and it is going to be done individually. Somehow it turns into some sort of battle for Andy, fought with sticks. His son goes and hides in a thicket so he can later get a jump on the winner if it is not his dad. Then me and the 3 others are called to take it in pairs, although the order is unclear, cause one Andrew is in each pair, and it is not distinguished which one is supposed to be in which group. As we are walking towards her, I see a copy of the test sitting on top of a van (which I can somehow look down upon easily) and see the first question answered. The scene changes. I am now at a restaurant. This restaurant happens to be in the location of my apartment, and I am sitting in a booth that coresponds roughly to right in the middle of my kitchen sink. I eat my meal, still apparently waiting for a statistics test. The bill comes to $2.62 or $2.63, and I agonize for what seems to be a long time on whether to leave a 50 or 60 cent tip. After deciding on the 50 cent tip (after writing 60 on my copy and then changing it to 50 on the one they get). Then a waitress comes by and tells me that some woman is waiting in the bathroom to give me the stat test. I say I will go in a minute, but first I look at a form that is for tickets of some kind to Northwestern theatre. I fill out the form, and put it in an envelope, only to realize later that I forgot to check that I was a student and have to rip it open. As I finish that, the woman comes to my table, and starts talking to me. Statistics seems to have gone by the wayside, as now she wants to follow me around, and get my modern perspective on slavery. She will take pictures of me, and wants to incorporate my story into a play she is writing, which will pop between the past and the present, and deal with the issue of slavery. The play will be written in Latin. We move out onto the stairwell otuside my apartment/restaurant and continue talking as the dream slowly fades away... 0 comments Wednesday, April 23, 2003
Ok, so its definitely time to clean. My room has now been in a state of slight disarry for 2 days and its starting to get on my nerves, despite the fact that I have actively avoided doing anything about it since I got back from Iowa. However, knowing that I will be having company tomorrow, the song Mom's Coming to my House by Three Dead Trolls in a Baggie takes on special significance. I might not be quite as bad as the song, but there is still lots to get done. Time to get to work. 0 comments Tuesday, April 22, 2003
Happy Earth Day! Thanks to the Environmental Engineering Undergraduate Society there was an Earth Day picnic on the lawn outside Garret, where I manged to grab a quick bite to eat before running to catch my bus and making it as it was turning on to Sheridan. So that solved my food problem for the morning. Now I just need to find something to tide me over until dinner time after class. 0 comments I'd say its just one of those days, but I decided on my walk to class this mornign that it wouldn't be, despite a slightly runny nose and eyes that don't seem to stop tearing. It has to be a good day, since the Quiz I thought was today is on Thursday, and the third report for tissue engineering is due then too instead of today. I also get to experience the wonders of downtown Chicago (as I do on every Tuesday and Thursday), even if it is only as seen through the window of a bus and a brief moment on the outside of the field museum. I will have to eat at some point which is something which hasn't exactly been done yet today, but I'm sure I can find something somewhere to munch on. And I plan on actually getting work done tonight. No, seriously, I will. Plus, I get to go to my seminar on food, where we get to learn, eat and have fun all at the same time. I know I've mentioned it before, but it's just a great seminar, so it needed rementioning. Now I must enter the lab where I'll hack apart cow knees to get at the cartilage within, so we can prepare our tissue cultures. And on a slightly related note since we are talking about animal dissections, the winner of the shark naming contest was John, who was the only applicant. Everyone say hi to Carl the Cartilaginate. 0 comments Monday, April 21, 2003
"I think this cake needs some more 7-up" -Eric just before he poured 7-up on the 7-up cake his mother made. 0 comments Sunday, April 20, 2003
Here in Iowa, sitting in Erics room while he reads this month's Maxim. A brief synopsis of the past two days- We leave Evanston at 1pm on Friday, after I dropped off our electricity bill in the mail. We stop at Wendy's for lunch, and I manage to keep Passover for one more meal. Our next break comes at the rest stop just inside Iowa on I-80. We see the wonderful stores within and learn about how "Democrats are the threat from within" as imparted to me from the wall of the bathroom stall. Get to Eric's amazing house at 7, get the tour and when his parents get home shortly after we go to Maxie's, a local restaurant where they have been going forever and where the entire waitstaff knows their drink orders by heart. I break down and have a dish that would make me lamentable in the eyes of god, but I think I'll survive. Following dinner we went to go see Phonebooth, which was very eh. After seeing Anger Management the night before, I was becoming unimpressed with April's movies. Returning home we watched Austin Powers 3 on the big projection screen in the basement before bed. Today was a day of sleeping in, going to lunch at Cheddar's where I was a good Jew and had brisket with smashed potatoes. Then it was back to the house to do laundry and watch The Sopranos and then Terminator 2. The plan was to get Eric's car washed, but the incessant rain ruled that out. Dinner was at the House of Thai, which was really good, and then, for the third night in a row we went to the movies. This feature, Bulletproof Monk, actually outshined the previous 2 nights, and was a welcome surprise. Then it was back home to the castle of Jo y Be where a night of madness now awaits us. 0 comments Friday, April 18, 2003
Im off to Iowa today, so my posting may be somewhat erratic, or more likely non existant till Monday upon the return of myself and Eric. Its been 5 years since I've celebrated a real Easter with Amy and her Dad and interesting pastries with hard boiled eggs inside them and watching It's Pat on satellite TV. This year I expect to be slightly more traditional, since I will be going to church, a feat which I haven't done in almost 2 years when I went to a service at Sheil one Sunday, and got the amazing bbq dinner afterwards. Whether an Easter Egg Hunt is in the works is still up in the air though. 0 comments Thursday, April 17, 2003
"I was walking down Sheridan and I was attacked by a pacifist with a permanent marker" A girl walking barefoo in protest of thewar with "Bare Fet Not Arms" written on her feet in, you guessed it, permanent marker. 0 comments Wednesday, April 16, 2003
"Did somebody lose a Sea Urchin?" John's Conservation Bio teacher, Joe Walsh, after walking in to find a sea urchin in a jar on his desk, courtesy of the Developmetal Biology Lab 0 comments So it's official, my brother is headed to USC for college. Good luck to you bro, especially with getting into the film program. 0 comments Tuesday, April 15, 2003
So yay for soul searching and green chilies and blue pillows and dinner and sweat and feet and clamdiggers and cellphones and parents and family and airplanes and decisions and learning and reading and people and music and bread and plants and spring and warmth and new beginnings and friends and love and weirdness and salt and pepper potato chips and honesty and understanding oneself in the context of others and fans and chocolate milk and creativity and sides and deep secrets and life. Theres always more, but that seems like an apppropriate list for the day. 0 comments Monday, April 14, 2003
Well it worked, kind of anyway. As I said here, I was trying to increase my hits when people were searching for porn. Well tonight I finally did it by being at the top of the list for bus ride porn on yahoo. And for the really curious, I'm also the second result for doctors office physical porn on google. Isn't the web a wonderful place. 0 comments Not to belabor the point of the power of music which I feel like I've definitely commented on on several occasions, although maybe not really on here. Anyway, I just always find it amazing how a few notes can totally bring a smile to ones face, and a flood of memories can come rushing back. Also interesting is that I can associate almost no muisc with anything sad. Whether this is because I simply don't listen to music in such times, if my mind blocks it, or if I just dont ever listen to those songs which would remind me of such, I still find it curious. The memories often include some form of dancing, and the best ones seem to just be in my room with someone jumping around and spinning and generally doing everything we can to get completely exahusted from a 4-6 minute song (Like Dylan in the Movies 4:14 & Like a Prayer 5:50 which just came on were the cause for such a specified range). It's just a nice thing to be able to reflect on and I'm glad that I have found music as my "emotional rescue" I can always use it to get out of a bad mood. I know that in general I am a happy person, and probably somewhat overconfident that comes off as arrogance to some, but I still have moments when I feel nagging thoughts of doubt, or feel a slight bout of depression, and I am always amazed at how quickly music (especially of the canadian rock/folk variety) can turn this all around. Am I being repetitive, probably, but I guess feeling like what I type is particularly applicable at this very moment in time makes me want to repeat my point many times, and hope that I can inspire others to turn towards music as a source for depression relief. I know this is not exactly a unique idea, but if you haven't tried it, it is worth it to give it a shot to see if it works for you. 0 comments So as I was saying, maybe getting work done at all on the weekends would be nice. With only a few minutes to go in the day on Sunday (and me using that time to write this) the chance of anything workwise getting done is dropping quickly towards zero. However, we did get shopping done this afternoon so our fridge is fully stocked. Dinner was burritos and guacamole that we made next door and ate whie we watched Frequency, asking Eric if he had seen it before an average of one time every 4 minutes or so. 0 comments Sunday, April 13, 2003
"It's just bread" -Me, on the body of Christ. Yes, I know I'll take some slack for that one. 0 comments I need to get more accomplished in a timely matter on the weekends. It's now Sunday afternoon, and my weekend accomplishments stand at doing 3 loads of laundry, trading pictures, and watching Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Ok, so I have done other stuff too, but nothing remotely resembling schoolwork. I know that this pattern repeats itself most weekends, butit would be nice if I could feel productive at lesat occasionally on a Saturday. I guess there is always next weekend. I may possibly be heading into Iowa to spend Easter with Eric and family, which would be fun, and I would get to finally see Iowa, although maybe that sounds a bit more enthusiastic than it should for Iowa. 0 comments Saturday, April 12, 2003
One of these days I should get into the habit of actually posting about things on the day they happen, but gettinghome at 2 in the morning I guess kind of precludes this. Regardless, last night was teh outing club picture trading party where a bunch of us got together, along with all the pictures we had taken on the trip and proceeded to exchange like mad while down shots of smirnoff and affectionately named "hoe beer" which was a white German beer whose name I couldn't pronounce. So that was my entire night for the most part, with good memories shared, and futre plans in the process of being made for trips this quarter, including possibly paintballing tomorrow and a few weekend camping trips coming up. Then today so far has just been lunch at Red Lobster with Eric and his parents and everyone we live with. Laundry should happen at some point, but whether or not this will be accomplished is yet to be determined. 0 comments Friday, April 11, 2003
It's time for another exciting episode of name that shark. This is the time when you, the loyal readers, get to suggest a name for my shark which is being dissected on Thursdays at the field museum. The winner of the contest will get a signed picture of me with said shark (possibly in pieces). Email your entries here. 0 comments A brief update on last nights escapade. Apparently the outing club did meet (as told to me by Mike on the way down to the field museum). Unfortunately I'm not on the actual list serv for the club, only the trip email list, so the email detailing such a change never made it to me. Now I know they are in room 150 something so hopefully next time I wil actually find them. 0 comments Thursday, April 10, 2003
So tonight was really interesting. I went to Kresge at 8 for the outing club meeting that in my head was taking place then. I was definitely the only one there, and rather than just turning around and going home, I sat down and listened to the music coming from the room next door, sort of a combination of synthesizer and piano and violin. It felt very transendentalish, and was really relaxing to just sit there and enjoy it. I ended up reading the paper, and after finishing I decided to do the crossword, only to realize that I lacked any sort of writing implement. So I did what any one would do when they are in a classroom with an ample supply of chalk and a a decent sized blackboard; I redrew the entire crossword puzzle on the blackboard and proceeded to solve it there (whoever is in Kresge 303 tomorrow can fill in the last 20% or so with Tuesday's puzzle if you so desire). After about an hour and a half of music, crossword and basically just peaceful relaxation Eric picked me up there and we headed over to Clarke's where the 40% discount was in full swing, and had some dinner. Then it was back home and time to get working on the stuff I actually needed to get done. 0 comments Wednesday, April 09, 2003
"something about watching a movie about dinosaurs in the big canyon with millions of others (and my wife and 2 kids) and then one of the kids being kidnapped and trespassing on peoples land in the wilderness and big signs and guns and then some mob boss and a chandalier and this old rustic lodge type place and 100 other things that are all jumbled in my head" my brief description of my dream last night that must have taken all night because it had so many little details and seemed to continue despite my waking up several times 0 comments Tuesday, April 08, 2003
I actually skipped class today. Aren't I a terrible person? I did have a good reason though. I went to go see Stephen Wolfram speak in Tech. When I got there at 10 to 4, the entire ower section of Ryan Auditorium was packed solid, so I wnnt upstairs and found a seat there. He talked for about 90 minutes on his book, explaioning some of the basic concepts behind it, and then went on to consider further applications of his theories, afterwhich he answered questions. I left at about 6, and he was still talking, but I unfortunately had an assignment to finish and another class to attend. Overall though, he was a really good speaker, and able to illustrate his theory very well, especially considering it is such a radical idea. I felt that even if you knew nothing about it going in, you could have gotten at least a basic idea of what he was saying and understood the basic idea behind it all (that the occurance of complexity can arise from something simple, to generalize incredibly). It was definitely worth skipping class to hear him speak, and it inspired me to read the last 700 pages of the book (of almost 1200 total). 0 comments Monday, April 07, 2003
Sunday, April 06, 2003
It is interesting how quickly patterns of behavior can become set in ones mind, and how these expectations lead to assumptions that are not always right. I guess Im wondering to myself 'at what point does such a pattern become one upon which you can rely?' Or is that not really an adequate question for th esituation. Maybe the pattern is being understood after a short period of time, but an abberation occurs that results in a departure from the expected, and thus this subsequent questioning. Noone has any clue what I am really talking about, and Im not about to enlighten you, so don't get your hopes up, this is just a way for me to explore my own thoughts and ideas and have them to look back upon at a later date, when maybe I can draw some real conclusions from my musings. Or more likely I won't think about this specific example again as other patterns will lay themselves down that supercede anything Im thinking about now. Either way I know I've learned something from this expereince: don't spend your time worrying about things like this, cause there is no answer, and thoughts only lead to further confusion. I hope that clears things up for everyone. 0 comments 9 pm Sunday seems like a good time to start work for the quarter. Ok, not exactly the first thing I've done, but the first significant reading at least. Other than that it's just been some half hearted research that amounted basically to writing down stuff I already knew and passing it off as something I learned for Tissue Engineering and tracing the origin of a can of Goya Black Beans (somewhere in a Latin American country, and imported to Seacaucus New Jersey if you were interested) for my seminar, The Pleasure and Politics of Food. Now I actually should do some of the reading for History of the Holocaust cause I'm somehow 200 pages behind already, and I don't even have all the books for it yet. My 4th class, Evolutionary Vertebrate Morphology, will be less in terms of workload outside the course, and more understanding within lectures and dissections (although I will get to learn the names of many bones, muscles, and various other anatomical features). Earlier today, I got to spend a few hours with Lindsay who was in from DC. We ate at the deli, which was something that has been missing for me so far this quarter as my schedule does not lend to me passing by at any point during which they are actually opened. 0 comments Saturday, April 05, 2003
Friday, April 04, 2003
"It's never been used before. I almost mixed my stomach" -Eric after plugging in an electric mixer and having it attack him 0 comments Thursday, April 03, 2003
Wednesday, April 02, 2003
Wednesday night with the trachtenberg slideshow players, along with openers Langhorne Slim and Bric-a-brac. Who wouldn't want to see the "Woke up in a psychadelic daydream" tour? 0 comments |
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