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So far this morning, I have knocked over a full glass of water on my dresser and dropped my mp3 player on the T, causing it to become non-responsive. Fortunately I happened to be holding a roll of paper towels when I knocked over the water, and application of a paper clip to the reset button restored my mp3 player. But this really doesn't bode well for cooking later tonight, when I have to use large knives and handle hot things.

Also I forgot my lunch. I hope something is open in Kenmore Square today...

However, I did have an excellent time at the Abbey Lounge last night, seeing Optic Rose, Thylacine, Amber Spyglass and The Glass Set, as well as a rock and roll poet by the name of Jamie. We got there too late to see Brian King, which saddened me. But everybody else was wonderful--I had never seen Optic Rose before, and wow! Those kids put on a show! Musically it's a bit like Lycia on uppers meets Stanley Kubrick by way of Terry Gilliam. I heartily recommend them. Thylacine and Amber Spyglass I certainly have seen before, and they put in very strong shows. Kelly G. rocks the kitty cat song no end. And The Glass Set are getting stronger and stronger; I noticed a big improvement over the Mass Morgue show just a few weeks ago. Then they kind of seemed like a bunch of people on stage at the same time, but last night they felt like a *band*. Everything was just much tighter. The poet, who was the MC of the evening, recited two pieces, one about a snooty arrogant Archangel Gabriel who just can't wait to blow that last note on his horn (from a book about jazz musicians) and one about Janis Joplin (from an upcoming book of rock and blues poems) that ended with a punch in the gut, even if you don't consider yourself a Janis Joplin fan and are in fact generally somewhat annoyed by her music. He's working on a new band that he described as being a Nick Cave/PJ Harvey/Arcade Fire hybrid, and I would definitely check that out. His archangel Gabriel poem was distinctly Cavean. Also we both agreed that Live Seeds is the best Nick Cave album.

One of the best parts of the night for me was just seeing so many people doing creative things with their lives. It's true that generally speaking, live shows can be hit or miss, but that's part of putting your creativity on the line and running the risk of failure. I wish I had time to go to more local live shows and support these people with their dreams and ambitions and heart and soul.

The drinks at the Abbey Lounge are definitely bar drinks and not nightclub drinks, though. See paragraph 1...

huh.

A pyrex baking dish just exploded in my oven. I thought they weren't supposed to be able to do that. It wasn't cold when it went into the oven, because it was on a shelf above the oven prior to going in. The stuff in it was at room temperature. All I can think is that I had it too close to the oven wall or too close to the cookie sheet with most of the pumpkins on it. I've used this dish plenty of times before, but it wasn't more than a couple of years old. Maybe the steam trapped under the baking pumpkin halves somehow caused the explosion. I repeat, huh.

I was thinking of finishing the pies tonight, but I am coming to the conclusion that today is *really* not my day, so I will just have to get up early tomorrow and take care of them in the morning. Plus the oven is now full of broken glass, so once the pumpkins (the please dear god let them be salvageable otherwise i will cry and cry pumpkins) are cooked I will have to let the oven cool down so I can clean it, and once I'm done cleaning it I suspect I will want to be done with the kitchen for the night.

I should dance now but I'd probably break my ankles and I think this day has broken my gumption. I think I'll just practice zills while sitting on the couch. Hopefully that won't endanger anything too much...

addendum: my firewall just decided that livejournal was attacking me and blocked it. Maybe I should just go to bed before I break anything else and start again with a brand new day. Sigh.

pumpkins ok

that sounds like some new indy band, pumpkins ok. Happily, 7 pumpkin halves out of 8 survived the flying glass explosion--luckily the method I was using to cook them involved them being placed cut side down, so their tough orange skins protected them. There was indeed glass all over the place, though. I found an oddly shaped little glass bar that I've decided must have been the internal defect in the glass that allowed it to shatter, like its little glass heart that could take no more and burst.

Even the Pyrex is goth in this house. I go melt into a glass of wine now and let the tv take over my higher brain functioning...