Thursday, March 31, 2005

Random.

1. Spring has seemingly sprung (finally) and I find myself longing for a puppy. This one, specifically. His cuteness has probably already assured him an adopted position with someone else. I just miss having a dog to walk... Buster's legs just can't hold up for anything longer than a block anymore. Also, I'm not sure how Ruby Tuesday would react to not being the baby anymore.

2. Tomorrow night S. and I are going into NYC to see the one and only Henry Rollins. I am beyond excited, and am bringing some of his books in case he sticks around for an autograph session. If not, I'll still be happy just to see him and hopefully take some photos... and there's always the train ride there and back.

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Huh.

Is it just me or are the covers for Bloc Party's Silent Alarm and Travis' The Man Who secret soul mates?

Friday, March 25, 2005

Ain't too proud to admit.

Tonight, Finding Neverland made me cry like a big fat baby.

Yes I know you're feeling lonely.

Hi.

So, I've been trying to figure out why I've been so reclusive, introverted and silent lately, and then I was gently reminded by S. that the 21st of this month marked the 6 month anniversary of Noodle's passing. That made go "oh" and sort of cleared things up a little bit, but not really.

However, my moodiness has been assauged with care packages in the mail involving death mints and assorted body shop lip balms and awesome mixes and CDs, so that helps.

Not much new to report--I've been cleaning my house fiendishly in preparation for the spring. Even though there are still patches of snow on the ground, I remain hopeful that spring will arrive in a week or so.

This morning, for the first time ever, I woke up giggling. In fact, I woke up S. with my laughing which I was apparently doing while still asleep and was powerful enough to shake the bed. This is officially one of the strangest ways that I have ever woken up myself, but one of the best. All I can recall of the dream that made me laugh was that I was at a party that took place at a goat farm and someone cracked a joke that went like this:

PERSON 1: Why did everybody laugh at you on your first day at work?
PERSON 2: I don't know, why?
PERSON 1: Because you wore ROSES.

I have no idea why this made me laugh so hard, it sounds dumb, and strange at best. It was a very Arrested Development moment. You had to be there.

(I really don't know what I am doing but I am trying to be OK with that.)

Music: The Strokes, "Between Love & Hate"

Thursday, March 17, 2005

Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles.

Jones


I've found the perfect antidote to curbing anxiety--blasting Led Zeppelin IV and Tindersticks' Trouble Every Day while painting some inane part of my house, today's recepient of my mania being the downstairs closet door. It really works to fill that anal-retentive, nervous energy void that comes about after consuming too much caffeine.

I've decided that I hate SoulSeek and that we can't be friends anymore--I was willing to forgive the fact that I couldn't find Bad Company, but now that I can't find a certain King Crimson and Yes song, I've officially decided to end it. Trouble is, I don't know which program would be a suitable replacement. Which program would you, savvy music fans, recommend? I'm looking for something that won't take up too much space on my hard drive and not infect my computer with spyware.

Today I am wearing my apple green cardigan and tonight S. and I will be making homemade Shamrock Shakes. Happy St. Paddy's day.

Music: Dire Straits, "Sultans of Swing"

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

The weirdness flows between us.

still from the film Buffalo 66


Some things currently circulating about my mind.

The last week I've painted my room (robin's egg blue on the walls, white trim), gone and gotten a cavity filled, gotten a prescription for antibiotics at the doctor with the lovely warning that they may cause--wait for it--DISCOLOURATION of the urine or feces, and had the trip from hell to IKEA. I had no idea that sales people actually don't want to sell you anything. These are the minor details that have filled up my days, but mostly, my mind is focused on 2 things:

1. The Vincent Gallo film Buffalo '66 which is one of the best movies I've seen in a long time (and I've watched a ton of movies this year). Some say it's difficult, some say it's pretentious, I think it's more real than anything currently coming out. And whimsical, in parts. The ending is perfect. My mind is replaying parts, on and off, dialogue, etc.

2. I really would like to go and see Henry Rollins do his spoken word thing at the Zipper Theatre in NYC sometime in March. Plans are still up in the air and undecided, but I have my fingers crossed.

3. I don't know if I'm terminally depressed, bored, or hopeless, but whatever. Moving on, I'll come through, etc, etc. I am the only one in my way.

Music: Dinosaur Jr., "Freak Scene"

Saturday, March 05, 2005

I couldn't crawl back if I tried.




Took the train in to NYC with S. today, rather spontaneously. Went to MoMA for the first time, ever. So as you can imagine, right now I am extremely overwhelmed and overstimulated. Later had a good lamb curry at an Indian restaurant. I am getting better at dealing with crowds, I think.

I'm tired and this post is poorly written, so I'll just end it by saying you can find some pictures here.

Friday, March 04, 2005

Love me till my heart stops.

As usual, I am late with this.

February '05 Mix.

1. The Kills, “Run Home Slow”
2. Sonic Youth, “Teenage Riot”
3. Sparklehorse, “Someday I Will Treat You Good”
4. The Replacements, “On The Bus”
5. Dresden Dolls, “Coin-operated Boy”
6. David Bowie, “Fame”
7. Blue Oyster Cult, “Don’t Fear the Reaper”
8. Kenny Rogers, “Just Dropped In (To See What Condition my Condition Was In)”
9. Bad Company, “Shooting Star”
10. The Flaming Lips, “Fight Test”
11. Big Star, “The Ballad of El Goodo”
12. John Lennon, “Watching the Wheels (Acoustic)”
13. Gordon Lightfoot, “If You Could Read My Mind”
14. Wilco, “Airline to Heaven”
15. Talking Heads, “This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody)”

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