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Today is unproductive. I've accepted it, and I'm going with it. Instead of reading Ch. 1 of the required reading for my insanely frustrating History of Psychology class, I'm going to write about some music. Specifically, Sigur Ros. (But I may rant *just a little* about the logic of assigning a poorly written text to a largely waste of time course that I'm required to take even though it will barely graze upon topics relevant to my field. Said text was written by the course instructer - I cry foul).

Moving on.

Mark surprised me on sunday with tickets to yesterday's Sigur Ros show at Massey Hall. We both have reservations about paying so much ($50) for concert tickets - we rarely need to shell out more than $10-$15 for the shows we want to see - but there's a bit of legend surrounding a show by Sigur Ros. Most people that have gone to see them in the past have reported life-altering beauty, or at least something that makes them seem a bit.. umm.. floaty... for a few days afterwards. So Mark got the tickets.

We didn't leave the show feeling floaty. It was really really good anyways. If not floaty, I at least felt a little bit moved. It was an excellent show. As far as I can tell, $35 extra for a ticket gets you a cushy seat in a beautiful venue, and the band gets to fly in from Iceland and bring some fancy light show materials with them (really, a projector and a big curtain...). They also get to bring a wonderful opening band/backing string section (Amina) with them that adds depth. Here's a picture: