Beautiful artistic coincedence

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I put on the Smiths' first album and the rain starts coming down in huge droves. I couldn't be happier. What's your favorite example of nature or the outside world arranging itself for your benefit as you're enjoying something?

― Ned Raggett, Saturday, 24 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I spelled coincidence wrong, didn't I? Or did I? Cue thread mutation.

I would also like to say that the idea of reading a book of Romantic poetry in the woods on a hot summer afternoon/evening as the gloaming settles in should be wonderful but that the bugs or tree roots will get to you. And that trying to read said volume on a stormy night on top of a cliff with a ruined tower behind you as the waves crash below you on the shore is probably impractical.

― Ned Raggett, Saturday, 24 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

How about walking home alone on a very cold but clear December evening with the snowflakes crunching underfoot are all glittery and crystalline whilst the Trash Can Sinatras "Snow" plays on your headphones?

― Kim, Saturday, 24 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

this whole day has been like that. been convalescing with piano magic and ar kane and opened the windows: a cool breeze has been drifting in and out all day. just as i put the cds on the sky became overcast and has been threatening rain all day. (so far no luck.)

― jess, Saturday, 24 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

My whole day was like that as well. It was a ten-hour drive from Virginia to home. I read about Thoreau for my research paper while glancing out the window at crisp dark orange trees and brooding clouds, and sometimes I listened to Mozart's Requiem on headphones, which was just perfect. I've always thought that the American landscape was lacking because it wasn't European and couldn't have castles and fairy tales in it, at least not the proper kind, and I'm just starting to get the thrill of American Romanticism. And it is a great thrill.

― Maria, Saturday, 24 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Kewl. :-) American Romanticism is its own kettle of fish indeed, and a rich one at that.

― Ned Raggett, Saturday, 24 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

viewing beautiful crystaline august pink sunstreaked evening sky on the ride home from Boston while Neaven or Las Vages , Coctau Twions plays

― Mike Hanle y, Sunday, 25 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Codiene in a rain storm.
Morbid Angel followed by freak hail storm (I took it as a sign :)

― james, Sunday, 25 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

a picasecond perfect segue on my holo- transmat all-music/all-smell beam, between synthpop-webern and globokar-ska, just as the far tellurian cluster nudged into view at the end of the Avenue of Collapsed Stars. My indentured sexbot at my side, throbbing gently, my sect-pod peons gathered respectfully om the ceiling: a plasma-bowl of nu-horlicks in my hand, oxy-tubes in every vein. I love the home run.

― mark s, Sunday, 25 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

This is like that Viz letter where the guy says "I love jam" just as his mum is looking for something to go on his toast. How they both laughed when she realised he was listening to the radio and a record by the band "The Jam" was playing. The next letter has a guy saying "I love marmalade", etc... with an editorial plea for more "pop music/fruit-preserve mix-up stories"

― Alan at home, Sunday, 25 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

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