when your time is through...your myspace profile will live on

I spent a considerable amount of time yesterday paging through mydeathspace.com. The site essentially posts an obituary for you, should you die, along with a link to your myspace profile. The very thought of me being remembered, or anyone being remembered for that matter, in terms of their myspace is a little unsettling. Sometimes the site is outright creepy. The posts in which the myspace user commits suicide are especially disturbing - anyone can see, by profile, just how suicidal they were in retrospect. Sometimes the myspace picture profiled is of a user consuming large amounts of alcohol - posted beneath their alcohol poisoning obituary. Observation: many teens die in vehicles.

It is interesting how online postings stay indefinitely, they do not deteriate, they don't fade, it isn't a smell that diminishes from your clothes. If I were to die suddenly, please don't remember me by my myspace profile, please. I would rather be remembered by my lastfm profile.

I've also been into postsecret.blogspot.com as of late.

With that out of the way, I must say the Silver Jews show last weekend was amazing. If you'd like to read more about it, check out Peter's blog. Some of my favorite songs came from an album I just recently acquired: natural bridge. Examples: Dallas, Pet Politics, Black and Brown Blues. The crowd hinged on David's every shakey, inebriated word. We all waited in unnerving anticipation for specific lines in songs: "if you don't want me, I'll promise not to linger, but before I go I have to ask you dear about that tanline on your ring finger." Ann Arbor was great, I could see myself happy there for a while. The city is a little small, but bustling, communal, and pedestrian-friendly. Now, how do I get there? Still spending much mental energy thinking about grad school but actually doing/researching very little.