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April 23rd, 2008
09:39 am - don't let me hear that life is taking you nowhere
The Pod hit 'Golden Years' by David Bowie while I was walking in to school today. That song is one of the few that can right off put me in a good mood; I think it must have something to do with watching A Knight's Tale on TV some time and the one scene where they're all dancing funky to, strangely enough, 'Golden Years'.
Which of course made me sad, because Heath Ledger isn't much of a dancer any more. But it was sunny and 'Golden Years' was on, and somehow one abides.
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March 23rd, 2008
07:50 am - i'm gonna go out and get absolutely drenched in mccain
So, um, there's this video, by McCain supporters (one presumes), which kind of filks 'It's Raining Men'.
As Dan Savage notes, this is a disrespectful and, more importantly, badly sung misappropriation of an early gay anthem. However. If this is how McCain supporters want to promote him, I say bravo. Please, pudgy off-tune ladies, misappropriate some other movement anthems. My boyfriend recommends 'In The Navy', for one. Why not '(You Spin Me) Right Round' or 'I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight'?
But why even limit yourselves to the gay movement? We've all been waiting for a conservative cover of 'I Am Woman, Hear Me Roar' or 'Rebel Girl' by Bikini Kill. How about 'War' by Edwin Starr, or 'Mosh' by Eminem? Lend your atrophied vocal cords to the cause. The results are bound to be hilarious and do nothing whatsoever for your candidate.
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September 7th, 2007
07:29 pm
LAW SCHOOOOOOOOOL law school law school law school. Was there ever anything else in my life? I don't know- maybe I should ask my LAW SCHOOL BOYFRIEND to find out. (I do not have one of these.) Peej is coming to live with us, so we're clearing out a room in which to acclimate him. My phone is dead dead dead, so if anyone wants to contact me they should e-mail because I check my e-mail five billion times a day. Also, please make your Scrabulous move. You know who you are.
I finally got around to watching the JT concert on HBO, and it was delicious, although I wish there had been less scantily-clad ladies and more scantily-clad JT. Watching it made me want to learn dance moves, not the skanky girl dancer moves but the smooth boy dancer moves. My feelings towards JT are aspirational. As ri says, I am clearly a lesbian.
I'm crocheting a lot lately. If anyone wants anything handmade for Christmas, please so state NOW so that I can get it in the queue. Thank you.
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March 16th, 2007
05:16 pm - hmmm.
Mornings when Nick isn't here have this strange lucidity to them. I get up, and instead of this constant background apprehension of when he's going to get up, what he's going to do, etc. etc., I have the house all to myself. The only sounds I hear are ones that I make. I'm the only one flipping switches. Much as I love the boy, it's nice to have this zen calm in the morning. (It also helps that I no longer spend twenty minutes every morning doing hair and makeup.)
So my beloved Shuffle hit this sweet spot on the bus this morning, and I got these:
1.) Hounds of Love, by the Futureheads
2.) The Swimmer, by Sleater-Kinney
3.) ... damn, now I can't remember.
Anyway, the point is that The Swimmer is such an atypically simple Sleater-Kinney song, and so completely centered in a female viewpoint. I've loved it ever since I got The Hot Rock in '99. I don't listen to the radio much these days, but whenever it's The End or Kube it seems like all of the songs are about sex or love or some variant of gender relations, so the quiet, singular reflection of this song is really refreshing. I think I'm in a place right now where sex doesn't sell to me, which isn't to say that I'm not interested in sex, but that I'm not interested in other people's sex, especially the manufactured kind sold in pop music.
I've been reading a lot of craft blogs lately; one happens across a lot of stay-at-home moms with blogs about the clothes they made for their kids, but every once in a while it's just a single woman who loves making things, loves the creative aspects of it. How lovely.
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September 23rd, 2006
02:38 pm - in re: the last kiss-off
From Slate:
If Garden State is any indication, Braff's weaknesses as a director go beyond narcissism. In the film, he piles on quirky details—a disembodied red gas pump hanging from a car, a guy in a suit of armor, a framed diploma on the ceiling—to keep viewers from scrutinizing his shallow characters and clichéd cultural observations. ... Braff also uses pop songs as a cheat, an easy way to heighten the emotional impact of otherwise unremarkable moments.
I too hate Zach Braff, although I couldn't point at one thing and say 'THAT! That is what offends me!'... Perhaps it's the way he looks so pensive in that scene at the clinic in Garden State, as if nothing could possibly stir him from his revery, not even the fact that Natalie Motherfucking Portman is actually talking to his lumpy-ass face. I can't believe that it took him three minutes and one of the lamer Shins songs for him to fall in love with Natalie Motherfucking Portman, especially considering that she was buttering him up from moment one because she'd seen him on TV, as if he was some sort of celebrity. That scene is the ultimate inversion, the sort of masturbatory fantasy that drives porn: beautiful, famous, actually talented Natalie Portman fawning over zero-talent, pudgy Zach Braff, trying eagerly to win his approval, as he sits aloof and unresponsive. Ahahahas if. Never mind that he does the bad kind of ethnic humor- 'Ohmigosh look, it's a black guy!! You wouldn't have expected a black guy to be here!!'- and makes Sam Beam (that's Iron and Wine, yall) do his work for him.
In other news- my house smells delicious. You are vaaanting to cooome to booooard game niiiiight... *wiggly hypno-fingers*
Current Location: 美味しそうなうち
Current Music: birdsong
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September 15th, 2006
06:43 am - In re: your angst is being misappropriated
Found on the interwebs: Rhino Preps Massive Goth Box. Read the whole thing. It's a little funny. Apparently it'll even come with a companion show on MTV. Subculture, meet superculture.
Not much going on right now. I crochet with fervor. Very much looking forward to the weekend.
Current Mood: gleeee
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May 31st, 2006
10:52 pm
I thought about writing about nervous-making things that are happening, but decided not to. Following is a list of unqualified goods:
I started some seeds for herbs to plant in the yard at the new place. The dill and chamomile, since they need light to germinate, have pretty much already sprouted.
A while ago I bought this book which is basically George Sand's indictment of Majorca for being smelly and a stupid-head- the best part being, the translator has inserted footnotes that seem to attempt to debunk the whole thing when it's essentially George Sand being snarky about a particularly unpleasant vacation. Too many levels here to analyze properly, but I'm enjoying reading it at long last.
I finally, finally bought a copy of Art Brut's Bang Bang Rock & Roll and it makes me very happy. If attorney Kate would only return it so I could listen to it again...
And now, it's time for bed. Love to all.
P.S. Also: new Scott Pilgrim, close to completing doily, and it rained and rained tonight.
Current Location: Nick's
Current Music: none
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March 29th, 2006
03:50 pm - assorted music notables
( Shows to come: )
( CD's to buy: )
Current Music: kex-p
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February 16th, 2006
01:36 pm
P.S.: Songs pwned at the Little Red Hen's karaoke night so far:
Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) by The Eurythmics
Walkin' After Midnight by Patsy Cline
Chain of Fools by Aretha Franklin
Next on the list:
Heart of Glass or Hanging On The Telephone by Blondie
Whoever's In New England by Reba MacEntire
This last one was, incidentally, my first ever karaoke song, which I sang at the ripe age of 11- my fifth grade class went to Wild Waves for our farewell party, and as I was then as I am now NOT a beach bunny by nature or inclination, I spent a fair amount of time lounging around the makeshift karaoke booth, which charged $4 a song. (My parents gave me a grand budget of $10, as I remember.) I took a sack lunch, bought Whoever's In New England and Anne Murray's Could I Have This Dance (For The Rest Of My Life), and spent the remaining two dollars on a gigantic Pixy Stick, which was the most disgusting thing ever. It was great.
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February 7th, 2006
08:44 am
Random mindless fun thing of the day: planning out Daylight Basement videos in my head.
('12 Doors' would involve some OC-esque scenes of hipster kids walking around a venue whispering lyrics, or writing them on bathroom walls or what have you, framed from the nose or the mouth down, and on the last chorus it'd cut to the band on stage and aaaalmost pan up to Bre's eyes, and then she'd close her eyes and shake her head and start dancing and it'd be awesome. 'Fireworks' would be all jittery hand-held of the band walking down Broadway at like, 6 or 7 on a Saturday morning, interacting with the homeless guys in doorways and so on, and on the choruses cut to some Busby Berkeley sequence with sequins and boas and acrobatic stunts galore.)
I have thought about this way too much. Time for work.
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