Of Things Far Away

I am now, quite legally, in the possession of records.

Vinyls, LPs - call them what you like - these things are absolutely gorgeous. 25 dollars (a veritable fortune, I tell you) was laid down upon the counter, having being amputated from my wallet, in exchange for:

• CCR's Chronicle (2 Disc)
  
• Simon and Garfunkel's Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
• The Who By Faces
• Crosby, Stills and Nash's CSN

A fine collection of music - one is tempted to call it finyl vinyl. And even though their numbers are small now, they shall grow with time (and a paying job. Yay for nine dollars an hour!). I have found two small stores (one near Harvard Square and one on Mass Ave) that shall be rather sufficient for some time. The former has a rather nice (i.e. large) collection of classic rock, blues and jazz (Live at Leeds! Will purchase with first paycheck), whilst the latter stocks music that I really do not recognize, but will be very pleased to browse through. In fact, if you're of mind (and I speak here to our faithful fans. Or is that still singular? Or, indeed, is it now the null set?), you could browse their collection for me. Recommend! I go there this weekend.

The only problem (aside from the fact that I'm going to be permanently broke, that is) is that I am not quite in possession of an actual thingummy that takes a record and spews out sound, which is a rather key aspect of the entire "music" experience. Never fear! I shall soon acquire one! And there will be happiness! And...other things!


Onto matters of an even more personal nature.

I have a title. With the power invested in him by...well, himself - anyway, with the power self-invested in him, the President of the Physics Club (also known as 'Sam') has named me the Chief Relativity Theorist of that selfsame body. My job, as stated in the Official Club Charter (the one that went up before the Student Senate for approval, no less), is to monitor Minkowski spaces: preventing unauthorized Lorentz Transformations whilst keeping an eye out for that occasional speeding black hole.

Geekdom has a new master.

Stay tuned for my "Anime for Newbies" guide!

(applause)

Let There Be Lawsuit!

…And on the Seventh Day, the RIAA created Intellectual Property. And they said unto their People, Thou Shalt Not Copy. And from this Commandment came Commandmentlets numbered five:

Thou Shalt Not File Share.
Thou Shalt Not Enjoy Without Forking It Out, Mate.
Thou Shalt Not Give Unto Others What They Have Not Paid Unto Us.
Thou Shalt Taketh From Us Music in Cryptic Form
All Men Are Equal, But Some Get Paid More Than Others.

Here endeth the lesson.