I'm preparing for the King Khan show on Sunday.
6.30.2008
6.29.2008
mr. F
he is here, right now, on my bed! don't believe me? here he is, as I am typing this post!:
and he gave me such sweet kisses when he came in. now he is sleeping. evidently he hasn't had anything to eat in a day and a half (by choice. remember, he is a dandy, and he prefers you call him 'trim' rather than 'gaunt'). yesterday andy and sam took friedrich for a walk to get breakfast tacos (in the afternoon), and andy said friedrich was panting hard and later limping. my poor little puppy monster!
andy was (I guess at this moment still is, I just can't see him) wearing these new maroon cords, I've never seen him in pants that colorful, and I told him he looked british. it's funny how sometimes when I see him I feel the impulse to kiss him, make out or something. part of me thinks it is just a reflex - seven and half years kissing and making out and what not with the same person must make some pretty deep neuronal pathways - but then I think about it for half a second and realize that I probably think about making out with most decent looking guys who are funny and nice and standing in my apartment in front of me. this fact is very reassuring.
Nirvana
Just remembered I had a dream last night that someone (a younger acquaintance?) asked me if Nirvana was really "that good" and "that important to music."
Thoughts?
I wore a black armband that day at school (or the next day, didn't have the internets then, so probably the next day). Oh, I'm talking about when he killed himself in case that wasn't clear.
Before and After
Here are two David Bowie videos for Space Oddity. I LOVED this song when I was a girl - it made me cry, so of course I loved it. Dad always sang along. I would turn my head and look out the window as tears welled up and eventually streamed down my cheeks. All I could think about was this man, facing emptiness, silence, looking it square in the eye unable to do anything about it. He loved his wife, he had a family, and he had to leave them behind. I just assumed he was sacrificing himself for the greater good. It always made me very sad.
Anyway, the top video is the original. I actually like this version of the song a lot, maybe better. It's a little less sentimental and more weirdo-cosmic - his voice sounds like what I imagine a shy robot would sound like. The bottom video includes the track you are familiar with along with a dyed and made-up Bowie.
PS I want a GC ground control hat.
6.28.2008
Random Words
testing, testing. condom hemorrhoids ugly shoes and clogs I hate crocs!!!! mario batali
6.26.2008
Post for P aka Twinkle Toes but NEVER Lenny
Because you're my friend and you need to smile today.
Mmmmm.
PS
The google ads for gas and bloating are super embarrassing. I think it's time to get my check for $6.37 and shut down the Adsense. Thoughts?
Coming soon...
I am planning some (hopefully) interesting quizzes that will actually be CONTESTS. As in, if you get it right, I will give you, mail you, beam to you, a very exciting prize that will be good and not stupid.
Promise.
Who's excited?
I am my father's daughter
I had lunch with my pops today, always enjoyable, and we both got to bitching about work. I want quit and move out of Austin. Whatever. Paris in 2011, baby! If I can last that long, maybe sooner, maybe someplace else in between. I'm thinking somewhere hot. Hotlanta? nola?
I explained that when I first begin a job, everything is new and provides constant stimulation for my brain whether it is challenging or not. Because of this I learn about the growth opportunities and imagine myself on a successful career track, promotions, enjoying every minute. I network, I learn the other jobs, I tell everyone it's a great job and I can see myself working there for years.
Within a few months, this enthusiasm has melted and refrozen into resentment. I hate the job! In the case this time, there are some very HUGE advantages to keeping my job: I make more than I deserve and it is enough for me to pay my bills, enjoy life, and start paying down debt; my coworkers are sometimes enjoyable; I have freedom; I have a boss that respects me. All great things. But all big picture.
I don't live in the big picture. I live day by day, and my coworkers do get on my nerves, the job is not challenging, there is tediousness, there are no windows, it's sooooooooooo boring, and I would rather be doing so many things with my time. It is such a struggle! I have to constantly remind myself that if I put my nose to the grindstone for a few years, I will free myself from the chains that bind me and be able to move, start a business, explore the world, whatever. But the grindstone hurts, yo!
As I explained this to Dad, he just shook his head and had a kind of sad/amused/conspiratorial smile on his face. You are truly my daughter, he said. He relates to the T. His job allows him enough freedom (at this point) to not be in the office everyday, and believe me, he takes advantage of that. That fact, along with having soul-crushing debt, is why he has stayed in his job as long as he has.
He says I need to be my own boss. The way my brain works and functions, I can't have a list of things to accomplish for someone else in his opinion. That is one of the reasons I pursued a film degree. I think it has a lot to do with how my brain works - that statement about new things being stimulating. That is why I like to travel. That is why I enjoyed long drives in the country when I was a kid - the constant changing scenery. That is why I was accepted to UT as a Russian major, changed to Film, tried double majoring in Film and American Studies, finished just Film, and went back a year later to first study History, then Cultural Anthropology, and that changed to Physical Anthropology. It's why I didn't go to grad school - I can't decide what the hell I want to study! Everything is super-exciting for a few months and then I burn out. I can't figure out how to get over the hump.
6.23.2008
A Poll (in lieu of Quiz)
What should you do while you are waiting for a laxative to work its magic? (I ask you to just stretch your imaginations, kids...)
A. Watch a bunch of youtube videos of bands you love and have not yet seen in person (black lips, pj harvey, patty wolf)
B. Watch a bunch of youtube videos and post several on your blog
C. drink a lot of water
D. drink some beer
E. eat several spoons of dark chocolate dreams but not much else cause you hurt inside
F. wish you were a kid again
G. practice the accordion and vow, for the hundredth time, that you will have it professionally cleaned and valves replaced and bellow repaired
H. eat a banana
I. do math homework
J. pray that you won't still be running for the turlet when you have to go to work in the morning
K. find God
L. pet your rabbit
M. unfind God
N. buy more toilet paper
O. eat a Popsicle after you turn off the fans and AC because you're cold - strawberry or tropical?
P. wish you were a kid again, or at least 23
Q. look at the digital photos on your camera
R. worry about money and upcoming doctor bills
S. play with your leftover lunch, don't eat it, because you're afraid the tofu and soba noodles may explode into your abdominal cavity forever ruining the possibility of getting back the stomach you had at 17 (not to mention that kind of explosion would most likely be lethal because you live alone)
T. skip a volunteer meeting (after telling the chairlady/friend that you weren't feeling well, it's not like you stood them up)
U. comment on your own blog posts even before anyone has read them
Okay, a lot of options, but that's the way life is for us middle class folk. at least for now, before the recession turns into a depression.
Like to this Cat, the only reality is death, Man
love, love, love. watched it a meellion times. damn p-bear has the dvd. grrr.
and I swear I'm going to get one of those white circulatory system bodysuits. think them sell 'em at american apparel? HA, bitches!
Two of my favorite things on this planet
When I was a kid, I loved Ben Vereen. And it wasn't because of Zoobalee-Zoo or whatever the hell that show was called. I hated that show. It was because I was Levar's bitch and I loved whatever he put in front of my face. And also because of All That Jazz, which for some reason my parents let me watch when I was a wee one (and now I wonder what exactly went through Roy Schieder's head as he passed on - Bye, bye life, I think I'm gonna die...).
Anyway, like I was sayin'...
Speaking of All That Jazz, here's a clip from when Bob Fosse guest choreographed on Reading Rainbow (that's him at the end):
I tried to convince my boss to show this during our bi-annual Office of the Vice President for Development meeting, but we didn't have time to fit it in.
sonographic!
tomorrow I will have an ultrasound. a few weeks ago I was seduced by an alien...this is kinda what happened:
except I wasn't wearing eyeliner.
If that scared you too much, watch this:
6.19.2008
6.13.2008
New Song I Love
When I was feverish yesterday and feeling sick, I looked around iTunes for some music to cheer me up. Looking at Ahmad Jamal, saw a track called, "Laura."
I vaguely remembered there may have been a standard-y sounding song by that name from the 50s or so, so I entered Laura in the search bar. Sure enough, Frank Sinatra, Ella Fitzgerald, Charlie Parker (yeah!), Oscar Peterson (yeah!) and his Trio (yeah!), etc, all have record the song. But it's not a great song, it's a decent song.
Then I saw a name that piqued my interest: Vincent Gallo. Wha? Vincent Gallo recorded this song? Surely not. Well, no he did not, it's another song. I would like to preface this with saying I'm not a fan of his - but I'm not not a fan either. My knowledge is really limited to Buffalo 66 and the clips they show at the drafthouse before break dancing/hip-hop movies with him on that show from the 80s/early 90s, wearin' funny close and dancing. And The Brown Bunny, which I did not see (be careful when you google him, people - if you're at work, you may want safe search on).
The song is gorgeous. It's exactly the style of song I would want someone to write using my name, whether they know me or not. Very dreamy, sparse lyrics, like wee-hours of the morning kinda thing. And his voice surprised me also - very quiet, but he's not singing softly, and almost feminine. Just listen to the clip on iTunes! I bought the whole album despite the song, "I Wrote This Song for the Girl Paris Hilton," which is a good song. The whole album is good. It is all sparse and moody and quiet, not all the tracks have lyrics (thank you!), I was very surprised. Not because I expected it to be bad, I just didn't know what to expect. Anyway, I think I love it.
And there you go!
Let's find a place/A happy place/We can find...
6.12.2008
Finally! The answer is...
Yes, I am a little ashamed that I carried that much luggage for a 5-day trip. I didn't have my hairdryer, but I did take my laptop (which is huge and heavy) and two books in my suitcase. Also seven pairs of shoes. My excuse: weather called for sunny and rainy, and I had to dress for work and play. So I basically had two outfits for the three conference days.
Here is further confirmation:
And, no, it wasn't exactly 45 lbs. It was 44 point something, but I don't remember. Congrats to C, that's two in a row!
6.07.2008
New Quiz!!!
Okay, thanks to everyone who participated last time! Even though there was only one real guess, all 4 readers of this blog did comment, and the comments were superb. The question section of this quiz does not include a photo, but the answer portion will. Here it goes:
I just returned from a trip to Boston. I checked my baggage and took one carry on. My checked baggage weighed:
A. 24 lbs.
B. 38 lbs.
C. 15 lbs.
D. 45 lbs.
E. 69 lbs.
Good luck!
6.01.2008
Drumroll...
And the rabbit pooh is on the...left side! Good job guessing, Cory. Here is a closer look:
Yeah, it's out of focus. But trust me, the one on the right is the chocolate chip. You all will be pleased to know I tried out three pieces of poop before finding one I felt would cause adequate confusion.
Thanks for playing! Maybe I'll have another game next week.
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