Monday, June 30, 2008
if billy idol is old, then so are we.
i am pleased to report that the mullet-to-mohawk ratio at the billy idol show is totally even. suckas payed fifty bucks for billy, but because bob is super music writerman, we got in for free and i got to wear a press pass sticker.
the best part of the show:
me: that girl is cute, right? (pointing to girl)
bob: yeah. (thinking) she looks like she would make a good gumbo.
the worst part of the show:
billy idol is a cheeseball. he changed "l.a. woman" to "PORTLAND WOMAN" and the lyrics to "hot in the city" (my favorite of his songs, hands down) to accomodate his portland crowd.
the pictures i got weren't great because in the very front by the stage, the crowd was super-scary: date rapist frat boys and girls who (i am NOT joking) threw their bras at billy, who looks like he's been embalmed. he can still sing, though!
xo
p.s. up until a few years ago, my dad thought a mullet was just a fish.
P. S.!
for a great example of a singer using a rhyming dictionary, Beyonce, please see Ted Leo and the Pharmacist's "Colleen" on the Living with the Living album. he's the rhyming MAN.
a bad ass life for me & you.
i got the 25th anniversary edition of London Calling this week from the library,and even though i have listened to the Clash maybe more than any other band during my lifetime (tied with the Pixies, i'd say, for longevity), the feeling i have for their music has suddenly altered.
the first Clash song i ever heard was "Clampdown". my older brother put it on a mix tape for me when i was twelve or thirteen. at the time, that was the only way i was introduced to good music. there was no internet, no access to college radio, and because we lived so close to the Canada then, we only received their radio stations, which have to play 40% Canadian music. (glass tiger, anyone?) i got the mix tapes and played them endlessly on a little pink boombox with pastel-colored buttons, alone in my musty room with the walls covered floor-to-ceiling with images cut out from magazines. they were the best part of my life then, i realize now: i hated where we lived, i was at the age where i hadn't grown into my adult features and teeth and didn't know how to wear clothes, i was in the beginning stages of cigarette addiction and was always trying to steal/smoke/hide them.
at that time, i loved the song but i didn't really get it. i knew it kicked the ass of bryan adams, of course, partly because it was not mainstream and partly because it wasn't a love song.
listening to it at this time in my life, though, it upset me and inspired me. i know that i am not suburban and square and wearing office shoes, but i am not as punk as i once was ~ punk in the d.i.y. sense, not in the unwashed sense. i have felt, lately, a little torn between my true desires and the view of myself from the outside, and it's partly from waiting on people who have more money than i have. and i have been bolstered by this album AGAIN and by watching the "Afro-Punk" documentary and by riding my bike most places and from the sun shining and from being in therapy. i feel like i can do whatever i want. why shouldn't i? why shouldn't we all?
xoxo
p.s. i just killed week one of my marathon training: 18 miles. blisters are my little babies and the veins on my arms are standing out today like a man's.
the first Clash song i ever heard was "Clampdown". my older brother put it on a mix tape for me when i was twelve or thirteen. at the time, that was the only way i was introduced to good music. there was no internet, no access to college radio, and because we lived so close to the Canada then, we only received their radio stations, which have to play 40% Canadian music. (glass tiger, anyone?) i got the mix tapes and played them endlessly on a little pink boombox with pastel-colored buttons, alone in my musty room with the walls covered floor-to-ceiling with images cut out from magazines. they were the best part of my life then, i realize now: i hated where we lived, i was at the age where i hadn't grown into my adult features and teeth and didn't know how to wear clothes, i was in the beginning stages of cigarette addiction and was always trying to steal/smoke/hide them.
at that time, i loved the song but i didn't really get it. i knew it kicked the ass of bryan adams, of course, partly because it was not mainstream and partly because it wasn't a love song.
listening to it at this time in my life, though, it upset me and inspired me. i know that i am not suburban and square and wearing office shoes, but i am not as punk as i once was ~ punk in the d.i.y. sense, not in the unwashed sense. i have felt, lately, a little torn between my true desires and the view of myself from the outside, and it's partly from waiting on people who have more money than i have. and i have been bolstered by this album AGAIN and by watching the "Afro-Punk" documentary and by riding my bike most places and from the sun shining and from being in therapy. i feel like i can do whatever i want. why shouldn't i? why shouldn't we all?
xoxo
p.s. i just killed week one of my marathon training: 18 miles. blisters are my little babies and the veins on my arms are standing out today like a man's.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
summer for sho!
well, kind of. the sun hasn't made a worthwhile appearance in weeks, it seems, but school is out. i think this was my first term at psu that i fully enjoyed, in part because i have committed myself to a lifetime of poverty and uncertainty and decided that i am focusing on writing. that's going to be my graduate degree, if they let me in. if my writing isn't enough, wait til they see me eat ramen with my toes.
the new picture on my profile is of me and chad eating at pambiche. i hadn't seen him in six freaking years! at a crucial point in our lives (well, i guess they are all crucial, if you want to be technical...) we were inseparable ~ dancing, drinking, laughing, eating the cheapest possible food so that we could go out in better style. one of my fondest memories of that time is falling asleep every day as the sun was coming up and little birds were singing outside the windows, which were inexplicably held open all summer with thomas kemper root beer bottles.
xo
p.s. if anyone wants the best veggie burger in town, it is at the Farm. knock three times and turn in a circle and then whisper "nutmeats" into the bartender's ear.
the new picture on my profile is of me and chad eating at pambiche. i hadn't seen him in six freaking years! at a crucial point in our lives (well, i guess they are all crucial, if you want to be technical...) we were inseparable ~ dancing, drinking, laughing, eating the cheapest possible food so that we could go out in better style. one of my fondest memories of that time is falling asleep every day as the sun was coming up and little birds were singing outside the windows, which were inexplicably held open all summer with thomas kemper root beer bottles.
xo
p.s. if anyone wants the best veggie burger in town, it is at the Farm. knock three times and turn in a circle and then whisper "nutmeats" into the bartender's ear.
Monday, June 9, 2008
more, more, more.
a recently unearthed pet peeve: when singers rhyme a word with itself. you would expect this sort of behavior from beyonce ("i could have another you in a minute/ matter of fact, he'll be here in a minute") but m.i.a.?! ("but you're fucking with my man & you text him all the time/ you might've had him once, but i've got him all the time") so unimaginative! i mean, plenty of things rhyme with "time": lime, slime, etc. c'mon. put yr back into it, ladies.
xo
xo
Friday, June 6, 2008
the new me.
in the past week i have done two things i would never have done in previous incarnations of myself:
1. ran to catch the bus.
i laughed at myself even while i was doing it. the driver looked like a hispanic elvis and was maybe the worst bus driver EVER. (brake, gas, brake, gas. not quite as rhythmic and sensical as i make it sound, however.)
2. ran to the video store to return my dvds.
i used to see this guy running to work every morning in a suit, with a backpack on, and i felt a strange kinship with him while i jogged to Video Lair, holding my movies, then returned them, dappled with sweat.
and on a somber note, the flicker died. he had nuerological damage and puncture wounds and they couldn't save him. my animal track record is now 1-1, with scout happily ensconced elsewhere (with e's parents.) i still say, bring it on, animal kingdom. mess with me and you'll get yourself adopted and shit.
xo
1. ran to catch the bus.
i laughed at myself even while i was doing it. the driver looked like a hispanic elvis and was maybe the worst bus driver EVER. (brake, gas, brake, gas. not quite as rhythmic and sensical as i make it sound, however.)
2. ran to the video store to return my dvds.
i used to see this guy running to work every morning in a suit, with a backpack on, and i felt a strange kinship with him while i jogged to Video Lair, holding my movies, then returned them, dappled with sweat.
and on a somber note, the flicker died. he had nuerological damage and puncture wounds and they couldn't save him. my animal track record is now 1-1, with scout happily ensconced elsewhere (with e's parents.) i still say, bring it on, animal kingdom. mess with me and you'll get yourself adopted and shit.
xo
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
wait. doesn't everyone pee in the shower?
yesterday, i was super-excited to get a run in before i had lunch with bob and gave myself plenty of time and got up early (for me. eight thirty!). then, halfway through the run, gigi lunged at something on the sidewalk, which turned out to be a northern flicker (one of only a handful of birds i can name). it half-flew away from us and into the street, barely missing getting smushed by a mini-van. i stopped traffic and ushered it to the other side safely. it was obviously hurt -- its feathers were all messed up and it was looking at me sideways and not flying away. i tried to convince myself that it's part of nature, that birds just die sometimes, etc., and ran a few more blocks, but i couldn't just leave him there.
i turned around and tied gigi to a fence and took off my tank top and chased little flicky through some rose bushes until i cornered him and wrapped him in my shirt. we walked to the community center and got a box from them and i walked home IN MY SPORTS BRA AND SHORTS and then drove him to the audobon society.
they said today that he ate mealworms but is still not doing that much better. they think he ran into a window and then got attacked by a cat, because he acts like he has a concussion or a bloody brain. if it's the latter, he won't live.
i feel strangely like this is the theme of my year, with scout leaving this week to new pastures and then finding the bird. i hope the next desperate animal that crosses my path doesn't hang around for a smelly two months while i find it a home or force me to walk twenty blocks in the rain, looking like some kind of third-rate sports prostitute.
xo
p.s. watch the documentary "how to draw a bunny" about ray johnson. so inspiring and cool!
i turned around and tied gigi to a fence and took off my tank top and chased little flicky through some rose bushes until i cornered him and wrapped him in my shirt. we walked to the community center and got a box from them and i walked home IN MY SPORTS BRA AND SHORTS and then drove him to the audobon society.
they said today that he ate mealworms but is still not doing that much better. they think he ran into a window and then got attacked by a cat, because he acts like he has a concussion or a bloody brain. if it's the latter, he won't live.
i feel strangely like this is the theme of my year, with scout leaving this week to new pastures and then finding the bird. i hope the next desperate animal that crosses my path doesn't hang around for a smelly two months while i find it a home or force me to walk twenty blocks in the rain, looking like some kind of third-rate sports prostitute.
xo
p.s. watch the documentary "how to draw a bunny" about ray johnson. so inspiring and cool!
Monday, June 2, 2008
recipe for disaster. (serves 2)
ingredients:
a two hour trip to the dentist in which they cannot make an impression of your tooth to fit it for a crown because something they have done to your gums made them bleed too much.
a vegan mocha brownie the size of your face.
a husband with a caffeine-deprived headache.
a desperate need to buy shoes appropriate for riding your bike.
stir, stir, stir. allow to marinate in its own sad, sugar-sick juices. leave out in the rain for an hour and serve with toast points.
xo
a two hour trip to the dentist in which they cannot make an impression of your tooth to fit it for a crown because something they have done to your gums made them bleed too much.
a vegan mocha brownie the size of your face.
a husband with a caffeine-deprived headache.
a desperate need to buy shoes appropriate for riding your bike.
stir, stir, stir. allow to marinate in its own sad, sugar-sick juices. leave out in the rain for an hour and serve with toast points.
xo
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