looking different

Hello there, and happy new year. It’s time for something different—essentially the same but I’m losing lots of things, as well as insistent on gaining more. The new deepsicks layout follows the former—having been birthed nearly three years ago, sections of this website are no longer relevant.

I don’t believe in throwing away words, but nor do I wish to continue displaying them. Granted, much of the content will stay the same, but some will be trimmed and some discarded, a process that will occur over the coming weeks. The only changes in place as of now (and these are subject to shift) are the homepage and an updated guestbook, which with hope won’t fall victim to porn redirections (currently it’s only correctly linked on the homepage). As time allows, the deepsicks empire shall evolve with balance and progress in mind—and mind, less is more and empire extends beyond digital. The time is now to reflect what it is, not what it was—to pursue not what it wants, but what it wants to become. Sleeker. Sharper. Decisive. Killingly on.

Solstice was well received, the holiday was decent, and New Years was a dark horse delivering me to feelings old. On a lark I attended an electro/industrial event in a warehouse space outfitted with multiple projectors and plastic tarp room dividers, a couple hundred heads and dark-edged noise, all for the price of merely having a really awesome friend who got me on the guest list (thanks again, Shawn).

It felt like a rave—sketchy building, no security, bring your own alcohol—flooding me with memories. At the midnight countdown I went from 2004 right into 1997, stomping in the concrete with strangers and familiars. The attendance was delightfully eclectic—top hats and silver suits, roller skates and big boots, darksiders, easy riders, drag of the d a m n variety,uber-, trash- and business goths, and a couple lost party kids who, upon recognizing my style of dance, rushed me wistful fright-eyed with “I thought this was gonna be techno!” cries. There there, childs. No one’s going to drink your blood.

There was also a troupe of Wookiefoot-style performers—fire juggling stoners in corduroy patch pants and pigtails—one of whom accidentally set himself on fire. Also on the odd list was an aging hippie who brought in the new year with an electric sitar, singing about the coming end and how “all the children are insane,” shifting into an Armageddon-eerie version of Auld Lang Syne. He later tried to ply me with pot and abruptly ended our conversation upon learning that I do not, in fact, play the cello.

It was the best New Years I’ve ever had.

Don’t forget the Wormwood release show January 5 at the Star Bar in Colombia Heights. Print off a comp ticket from their website. My offer to give rides still stands.

Comments and suggestions are welcome on the new design, particularly concerning the nasty yet intriguing red-orange and mute but I’m not sure what else to use faint lavender. Thanks in advance.

11 Comments

  • Bree

    January 2, 2005 at 4:53 pm

    I’m so glad you write.

    Rather than orange, I always think of you in dark greens and grays. How about scary-eye-green?

  • megh

    January 2, 2005 at 5:11 pm

    hmm… i did try the green, but as a contrast to the redorange, which didn’t look good. but if i replaced the redorange with a dirty yellow and the lavender with a green (kinda like the old index page color scheme), that might night be too shabby… ’tis officially under investigation (not for awhile yet… got a busy week. in a good way. hooray!)

    ++ “I’m so glad you write.”

    thank you. i’m so glad you read the writing. 🙂

  • Forestiero

    January 3, 2005 at 11:56 am

    Hello. I would like a ride to the show. My place is easy to find (well it’s not really my place, actually belongs to my friend Alba who is away in Sicily for the holidays), you just take the last left off the Via Maggiore heading towards the Porta Aurea, then it’s your first left, and then second right turn, number 31. Ring the bottom buzzer.
    Will be nice to see that most excellent band again. Look forward to it.

  • megh

    January 3, 2005 at 4:50 pm

    Forestiero,

    Unfortunately my passport expired some time ago. I’d say perhaps you could see them soon if you managed to get here on your own, but frontman Kellen is going to Venezuela for a few months in the very new future. Perhaps in the May time?

    If you are in Italy, you should look up my friend Nicholas. He is staying in Ravenna. He’s tall, shaggy, has a silly laugh and is through and through a delightful sort. You will recognize him by his steady gait, calm gaze, and Traveling Bear secured tightly on his person. Tell him megh sent you, and you shall be subject to all sorts of glee.

  • Bree

    January 5, 2005 at 12:22 am

    He also has wonderful pants.

  • megh

    January 5, 2005 at 5:29 pm

    Truth.

  • megh

    January 8, 2005 at 2:06 pm

    i tried to change the red. i just couldn’t do it. lavender is now puke yellow with active green. eh? eh?

  • megh

    January 9, 2005 at 7:47 pm

    hmm… now sitting at a low-impact, never woulda guessed it would ya gray but i’m really a link color situation. expect this schizophrenia for awhile…

    i’m listening to U2’s Pop… the last U2 album deserving of the light of day. actually haven’t heard da Bomb yet, but all read reviews were bad. anyone hear it and have thoughts?

  • Shawno

    January 10, 2005 at 6:33 pm

    The reviews I’ve read of Bomb have been both good and bad. I want to hear it as well. Funny you mention Pop, I’ve been listening to that lately too.

    Site’s looking pretty nifty, I like the change. But when are you going to do that TED gallery? *grin*

    I thought you did play the cello… 😉

  • megh

    January 12, 2005 at 6:09 am

    aw, geez, the TED gallery… i am a horrible person. i also have a slew of wormwood pics to place.

  • Shawno

    January 12, 2005 at 6:16 am

    I tease. At the very least, you have something to do when you are looking for it.

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