Dub Not Dubya

Monday, May 24, 2004
Conservative Christians want to take over South Carolina, secede from U.S. Hey, it's alright with me--I wouldn't miss it, or them. How can I help?

Sunday, May 23, 2004
If anyone (Ashcroft?) cares, I have figured out what is the number one way to drive me utterly insane: screw up access to my email. Yep, for days now, both my incoming and outgoing email have been screwed up. If it were just completely inaccessible, that would be one thing. But rather, some of it goes through or comes through, and some doesn't, and there is no rhyme or reason to it. I get bounce messages for an email list that I run but not the posts themselves--that sort of thing. Fun fun fun. Apparently this is affecting users of my email provider all over the country, so at least I have lots of company.

Tonight's obsession: the folk song She Moved Through the Fair. Makes sense: "It will not be long, love, till our wedding day." Someone (cough) downloaded several different versions to compare various artists' takes on it. Some made clear the love was dead. Some said the love disappeared. Some didn't mention that part of the story. I guess if it's to be used as a theme song for this time, the last is the best idea. Meanwhile, forgot how many good Mary Black songs there are. May need to get her stuff on CD. What is it with me and those Irish songs of longing?

On Edit: Just as I thought I remembered, Mary Black has a very different version of the lyrics from most of the other variants. Hers was the first version I heard, in the late 1980's. I wonder if she also recorded a version with the more traditional lyrics, as given on the link to her own website above. The alternate lyrics version of hers that I heard is also really good. What I think works best about that song is that it is sort of mystical-feeling, for want of a better term. And that seems to carry over into most versions I've heard, whichever variant the artist uses.