Very, very rarely, I will get to feeling so jubilant on the train while listening to some certain song that I experience a nearly unrepressable urge to jump up and start an impromptu dance party with all the train strangers. I stare around at my fellow commuters, begging them to look back at me - almost CHALLENGING them to look back at me - and they, as commuters do, seem tired, bedraggled, checked out, and introspective. You know, the way I look every other day, and I think, come on, fellow transit passengers. Just give me some sign, any sign, that someone else is into getting up and dancing around the train for no reason. But they never do. I feel like, depending on how crowded the train is, I might be able to convince one other person to dance around with me, but that is not nearly sufficient when I am feeling such body-exploding bursts of bonhomie.
That happened last night. This morning was just a normal commute. If any of my fellow train passengers were hoping to start a dance party, I was unaware of it. But then I got to work and participated in an Indigo Girls presale for a show in April. And oh, you know, nothing, except MY FRIEND LINDSAY SCORED US FRONT ROW CENTER SEATS FOR IT. Everybody get your dancing shoes on right this minute.
This is my 1200th Livejournal entry. Let's celebrate! And you know what you can do to help me celebrate? Come out to King Killer tomorrow night:Reason:
Launch party for a brand new performance/rehearsal space in Brooklyn.Venue: King Killer StudiosLocation: 69 2nd Ave.
between 8th and 9th Sts. in fragrant Gowanus, Brooklyn. Directions:
F/M/R to 4th and 9th, or drive towards the Ken-Tile Floors sign.Date/Time:
Saturday, January 31st, 8pm - 11pmCost: $FREE
Yes. Buy a cup for $8; unlimited refills. The more you drink, the more you save, just like the MTA.Should I Dress Warmly/Bring Friends To Cuddle With?:
Yes. The upstairs is heated, but the performance area is a bit drafty.Aren't The Musicians Hot Enough To Keep Me Warm?:
I mean, we think we are. But bring a cardigan just in case.
Seriously, it'll be fun, you'll tour the space (and if you're lucky you might even get to check out the sweet view from the roof), there'll be three-part harmonies, you'll drink good beer for cheap (important in this woeful economy), and maybe there'll be someone cute to make out with. You never can tell. Anyway, come on. At the very least you'll be able to tell people you've actually been to Gowanus.
Brian Pluta, Angela Hamilton, Nat Cassidy
is unrelated, and I have negative 10 interest in the Actual Superbowl, but wow, look at that. It's as filthy as it is amazing.
Jan. 20th, 2009 @ 01:00 pm
First presidential order of business: switching our demonym from "American" to "Ayeswecan."
Anyway, that was pretty thrilling. I am excited to have a president that I am actually proud of, and thought he gave a wonderful speech. Seeing Bush's helicopter take off was pretty fantastic as well - and I still say Barbara Bush is too classy a lady to have given birth to that buffoon. But I did like Obama's homage to Bush at the beginning of the oath of office.
This is a great day. I'm proud of my country, proud of my president, and that's a feeling that's been absent for quite a long time.
I just heard that Andrew Wyeth died, and my first reaction was to feel sorry for Claudia Kishi.
Jan. 10th, 2009 @ 07:22 pm
Man. Fishmonger19's awesome. I wish I were him. 'Cause he's awesome.
King Killer Studios is having a party, and guess who’s invited...
Yeah, you know you are.
Our good friend Sarah has a spanking new studio space (that just so happens to be a godsend for bands/artists/what-have-you in search of sweet-ass, decked-out, affordable rooms to do their thing) and we need to kick it off the right way: with you lovely people.
There will be beer.
There will be live music from The Kites. (aka Brian, and Nat, and me)
There will be all of your friends that you wish to invite.
Here’s a haiku: Cool people, beer, songs
Unlearn winter’s harsh lessons
No spew on rug please
Mark your calendars now:SATURDAY, JANUARY 31ST
King Killer Studios
69 2nd Avenue
For more info on renting a room, check this out:http://kingkillerstudios.wordpress.com/prospective-tenants-faq/
PS. If this sounds familiar, it's because this is the THIRD TIME we have tried to get it together and do this party. Third time is the charm. It is happening.
Tell everyone you know. $5 for a cup buys your beer/wine for the evening. Plus music, plus action, plus cute people to make out with. I mean, probably. If not, make out with your hand. No one will judge you.Saturday, Jan 31
Livejournal Land, this picture advertising the much-misunderstood and oft-maligned Slanket
(tm). Do we find it awesome or upsetting?
Also, I thought I would let you know that I am freedying the song "Lucystoners" by Amy Ray, and that it puts me in an amazing mood. It makes me want to run out into the street and start a dance party. The song is about the music industry, so it doesn't actually apply to me all that much. But I like to pretend anyway. You know, when I sing along inside my head on the train. Also I like to imagine Julie Wolf dancing around with that cowbell when they do this song live.
I am filled with girl power today!
TOO AWESOME NOT TO EDIT AND INCLUDE:
I love this, because it offers incontrovertible proof that cat owners are crazy. That this woman apparently engages in this maddeningly Sisyphean task for minutes on end, just for the amusement of her cat, who actually doesn't seem all
that amused... incredible. Cats, why do you own us? You are bastards!
It turns out, and I only know this from looking at the picture on the inside front cover of my copy of Brideshead Revisited when I started reading it yesterday, that Evelyn Waugh is a dude.
Um, everyone knows that.
Weird, I totally thought Evelyn Waugh was a chick.
Believe it or not, I've got more to say on the subject of Evelyn Waugh!
I have never heard of Evelyn Waugh, but would have assumed he was a chick because who names a guy Evelyn, seriously, here have some Fritos.
I just looked him up on Wikipedia and his middle name is Sinjun, therefore cementing my thesis that his parents were douchebags.
Also, he once claimed to have been dissuaded from a drowning suicide because he was stung by a jellyfish. If I'm Evelyn Waugh, I am committing suicide even more after the jellyfish thing.
I wish this question would have had checkboxes instead of radio buttons because more than one answer applies to me.
Oh my god, he married a chick named Evelyn, too. Good lord that guy was a wreck. It almost makes you wish Page Six had been around in the 30s.
|"Why Do Fools Fall In Love" - The Teenagers
Guys, it's not like I, you know, just discovered this song or anything, but it just turned up on my iTunes Party Shuffle, and it hit me that this is one of the most awesome vocal performances I know of. The singing isn't Celine-impressive or anything, although it's pretty technically perfect, but what's so awesome is how it's got all the emotion in the exact right places where the emotion should be. And you know what? The singer is twelve. Twelve!
Ridiculous! Also, according to Wikipedia, he's totally the reason they got their record deal or whatever, cause their regular singer was sick on the day they were slated to sing for the honchos. Neat. Where's Frankie Lymon now? Heroin overdose at age 25
. All the good ones, man. Anyway, enjoy this track free of charge as my Christmas gift to you. Unless you don't celebrate it, in which case, you are not to download the song under any circumstances.
I thought I might show you guys some pictures today; what say?
Here is a beautiful plate of cauliflower that I made. It's roasted with garlic, olive oil, and salt and pepper. Really there is almost nothing in the world that I would rather eat. OBSERVE MY CRUCIFEROUS SKILL.
Here is the election map we painted on our wall on Election Night. Oh my, it was fun. Points of interest: the writing off the coast of California reads "WATER PEOPLE VOTE CRUSTACEOR," and our resident Pac/NW-ers also helpfully labeled "The Goonies." Texas reads "NOT INDIA," Idaho reads "HOT POTATOE BOO" (an homage to Danny Quayle, of course), Hawaii has been situated in the middle of Montana, Georgia originally read "RACISTS" (to go along with Tennessee's "Racist Presley") but was later amended to "Dag Rabbits", and then there's Fake/Gay America, aka the northeast. Basically, we enjoyed ourselves. I painted over the election map this week, and it was with no small amount of sadness that I said goodbye. I did leave Virginia intact, though, so I can always remember how awesome that night was.
This is my stack of "to-be-read" books, and outside you can see the lovely grey Brooklyn day. I actually don't mind this because I am inside, sitting on my bed, and it is very warm in here. It's fun to look outside at gross weather if you are warm and cozy and there are rabbits.
Oh look, here's one. And it's annoyed.
Another. Also annoyed. Awww.
And here is my awesomely cracked out Christmas tree. I don't think this picture really does justice to its cracked-out-ness, though.
Dec. 16th, 2008 @ 10:21 am
I am trying to use up an old giftcard I found for JCPenney.com, and GOOD LORD PEOPLE. What a bunch of fussy old crap they sell at that place. I'm having a really hard time finding something I wouldn't completely hate. Even for free.
Lest I sound like a completely ungrateful churl, I should mention that this giftcard was not actually given to me, but to my ex-boyfriend (and not even my recent ex-boyfriend, which gives you an idea of precisely how old we're talking about here) and if I remember correctly, it was even re-gifted to him from someone that didn't care about having it. JCPenney giftcards: the new fruitcake. Pass it on.
Last night I had some friends over for a little tree-trimming. It was a disaster. I mean, we had a good time and all, but the tree itself looks totally insane. I had some Christmas lights and no ornaments - none - at all - but I figured, screw it, we're creative people. We can cobble something together.
And cobble we did! Included among my tree's decorations: a couple of crazy old bamboo tchotchkes; an old My Little Pony that had been sitting on my bookshelf, which I for some reason dolled up old-school punk back in the day, so it is hanging from the tree branch by its nosering; assorted ribbons and beads that I had sitting in my craft tray; two crepe bows made from old shopping bag handles; one sad string of popcorn (the popcorn actually looks pretty cool so I'm going to rectify that later by adding more); and the piece de resistance, a Hootie and the Blowfish CD. (That last one was added by the Jewish guy
OF COURSE.) And my apartment smells all piney and wonderful, which rules.EDIT
I don't think you guys understand about the horribleness of JCPenney, as you are all far hipper than me and have never had cause to log onto this website, even as a joke, so I offer proof:
I MEAN COME ON
For a card-carrying atheist, I sure have found myself using the word "blessed" a lot lately.
|Happy Repeal Day
to all of you, my friends! My pal Ashok alerted me to this historic moment in American culture, and then sent me that article and said, "Apparently alcohol consumption was only reduced among people who drank responsibly. We would be unaffected by prohibition."
(Note to Concerned Parties: Just joking! I am a very responsible drinker, unless of course we are talking about michelatas at a Team Jost summer BBQ in which case I have no ability to ever stop drinking them, ever, ever, ever. Mmm. Hey Team Jost, can you make it be summer and have a BBQ please? Thanks.)
So, I've just sort of discovered Radiohead. I've been making little On-The-Go mixes on my iPod of only Radiohead songs and Amy Ray songs, which I find to be an extremely good mix both for this time of year and also for all the bizarrely jumbled emotions I'm experiencing.
Oh, and do you guys know about Batboy
? When I was a kid I used to read The Weekly World News
... not exactly religiously, but sort of maybe I would go there on holidays and at weddings and worship extra hard. I was well acquainted with Batboy's many exploits, during my teenagerhood.
Recently I posted a massive slew of old photos on Facebook, and one of the photos I posted was of me in a high school production of Annie
, and the photo is incredibly disturbing in its Batboy-ness. I am not one to ever deny all of you the joy of having something to snark on, so I thought I'd share:
and for comparison...
Frightening, isn't it? Have you looked at your early-90s-era tabloid superstars with a keen enough eye lately? Perhaps you will find that you too strongly resemble one of them. Like, you might be a ringer for Alien Baby, Half-Alligator-Half-Human, Bigfoot, or Elvis Presley.
The Kites are having band practice, and we took a quick timeout for PRINTED FUN POPTARTS.
And why praytell are we having practice today? BECAUSE WE HAVE A FUN EVENT COMING UP!
Next Saturday night, December 13th
, we are playing at a launch party
for our pal Sarah's awesome new performance/rehearsal space, King Killer Studios
Can I promise there will be poptarts with printed college logos? No.
Can I promise there won't
Nat got a packet with his own alma mater printed on one of the Pop Tarts.
"I mean, what are the chances?!
" - Nat
"Approximately two in fifteen!" - Pluta
Remember, this awesome party will take place:Saturday
King Killer Studios
69 2nd Avenue
We'll get a keg, play you a bunch of songs, some new, some old, some famous ones, you'll check out the space, and it'll be totally awesome good times with fun people. Come out!
There've been a few changes 'round these parts since last we spoke. Actually, just the one very large change. Zach, my partner of almost five years, and I have decided to separate.
This is very new news, having only transpired a week ago Sunday, and I think usually the accepted protocol is to not, you know, run immediately blathering away on your blog when some major life upheaval occurs, but I want to talk about some other things, and I couldn't tell about those without telling this first. So, you know, where other people have personal journals or ice cream or reality television or WWE, I have my blog. Hello, adorable blog.
I won't get into the whys and wherefores of what happened right here, because it's not my story alone to tell, and I have friends who have been capital-A Amazing throughout this process, with the guidance and the advice and the commiserating and the "you're going out tonight. no, I hear you, but yes you are." And having blathered to all of them for a week straight, I have blathered myself silly and don't need to blather to you guys now.
Not about the relationship, I mean. I still want to blather about me stuff. Everybody put on your Blather Trousers!
It's well and truly incredible how much you can still not know about yourself at age 31. I thought I knew myself pretty well. I am constantly examining and re-examining the things I do, the thoughts I think, the words I say. I write, I invent, I reconstruct, I analyze. I talktalktalktalktalk. Having once been an acting student, I even do dippy things like listen to the universe for guidance, check in with my body constantly, and focus on just being present in the world and try to understand impulses/circumstances. So I'm surprised by this discovery that there can still be so much I don't know about myself.
During the past week I've experienced hard emotions - that's a given - but I've also discovered a previously untapped, and even unguessed-at, wellspring of strength and confidence and capability that just hasn't really existed for me before. And why is that? Well internet, I will tell you. It turns out that bouncing unceasingly from long-term-relationship to long-term-relationship between the ages of 16 and 31 does not do wonders for defining your sense of self. My adult identity has never not included being part of a couple. Every decision small and large that I've made, from age 16 on, has been made with my partner's happiness/interest at least jointly in mind, and sometimes taking precedence over my own.
Relatedly, there have been so many things that I have depended on my partners for that in some ways, I never even tried to look inside myself to see if I was capable. I think I just figured I wasn't. In the last week, having catapulted into terrifying and untraversed solo-ness, I've learned that I am. I really am. Not in a shit-kicking "I will survive" way, but in a deep-rooted "I can handle stuff alone, and I am good at it" way. It's been incredible, transformative, and a great counterbalance to all the sucky emotional fallout. I'm sure I'm not through with the Forest of Bad Emotions yet, and Zach is still a great, amazing person who I will miss tremendously in my day-to-day life... but I needed this. This experience has been truly awful, but any doubt that it was necessary has been erased. That realization, when I finally got to it, brought with it a lot of peace, and hope, and expectation. I AM GROWING AS A PERSON! LET'S ALL HAVE SOME CAKE AND WATCH LIFETIME!
I'm not pretending this is interesting or illuminating for anyone else, by the way. I just won't (don't? can't?) journal privately, so I journal publicly, in plain view of everyone. Somehow, shamelessly flinging things I think and feel out in front of a bus is my comfort zone. Should I change my journal name to Queen Overshare? I think maybe I should. Perhaps I should have business cards printed up as well.
Ned went with Zach. When we began discussing what to do with the pets, Zach deadpanned, "Well, I'll take the bunnies and leave Ned with you." We both started giggling through the tears. And you may not believe it, internet, but I actually have missed my evil feline nemesis quite a few times so far. I suppose we'll always have
Paris scratch wound scar tissue, though. The bunnies are doing fine. It's unclear whether they notice any change to their routine since, being bunnies, they are not disposed to express emotion. Aside from their palpable disapproval at the whole of human existence, that is. They are still deeply wary of being held and cooed to, but I have to cuddle something, and the bunnies are extremely soft and easy to catch. It's my contention that they secretly like it. No means yes, and all that.
In non-navel-gazing news (i.e. "actual news")... who's excited about our Secretary of State-elect? H to tha Clizzo! Woot!
My friend Nicole is pretty awesome! I have known she was awesome ever since I met her in the 6th grade, a time when she owned a pillow in the shape of a roll of Life Savers, which, when unzipped, had little individual satiny Life Savers which could be worn on the arms, chucked at people's heads, and so forth.
However, I think she might have even outdone the Life Savers pillow this time, because look at this:
That's right, you're looking at some hand-craftalicious bead-and-fishing-tackle
earrings. Le super plus fabulous, no?
Quoth Nicole: "Hape Brafday/Halloween/Election/Pie Day, Smashy! I had the idea and gave birth to it and thought: now who would be cool enough to want to wear these? and you, Smashingla, popped into my head." Well, I suppose I am cool enough, if by "cool" you mean "squealed-excitedly-and-wrenched-them-fr
o-brag-about-them." Then yes, I am extremely cool. Fishhook earrings. Mitzelina, you are truly purveyor of all things Awesome and Good. I love! Thanks, or some shit.
Pub Quiz was last night, and I have an update for you.
The last round was Canadian geography. (Yeah, all of us in the bar made that face you're making, too.) One of the questions was "The Mississsippi river starts in Canada. True or False."
I knee-jerkily yelled out "true," because it sounds like the kind of thing that would be true. Then I yelled out, "WAIT FALSE! IT'S FALSE! FOR SURE!" The Two Zachs looked at me confusedly, and I said, "I know this because of an Indigo Girls song. 'The Mississippi's mighty but it starts in Minnesota.' FALSE!"
Not My Zach said, "Aw see, obsessions do come in handy."
My Zach wrote "False - it starts in Minnesota" on the answer sheet.
Then when the announcer guy read out the answers, he said it was actually true. Apparently there's some sort of tributary that starts up in Ontario. What a bunch of crap. I'll never trust that damn Emily Saliers again, ever.
I mentioned to Not My Zach that I had once survived a vocab question on the GRE solely due to an Indigo Girls song (the word was manumission, the song was "Tether"), and he said "Well there you go, you only get one of those per lifetime, my friend."
There was also a question about, what did Russian and Canadian skiers try to do for the first time in 1988, and one team yelled out "SKI THE MOON!" and they were very committed to it, and yelled it over and over, and it was funny.
(The answer was really "try to find a way to get from Canada to Russia via the North Pole." What? Are they crazy? Don't they have anything else to do up there in Canada? Backgammon, or something? COME ON.)
Contrary to the title of this post, we did actually know a couple of things about Canada. For instance, we knew how many provinces there are, in fact, because we named them all. And guess what else. I somehow pulled out from the deep recesses of my brain, which knew this sixteen years ago, the name of the guy who designed the Periodic Table of the Elements. That wasn't during the Canada round, or anything, but I still want to brag about it, because usually I am not all that much help at Pub Quiz. Thank you in advance for your admiration on this point.
Just found out that Greta and Ned were featured on LOLBunnies
in October. I didn't create the caption or anything, but it's pretty funny. Also, lordy, I WISH Ned would convert to vegetarianism. Then maybe he'd stop, you know, randomly biting chunks of my arm off.
Nov. 16th, 2008 @ 12:21 pm
I am very lucky, and I have had the most amazing, incredible last few days. Here's one moment from it.
(thanks for sharing the awesome, Kara, Marty, Erin, Pat, Lindsay, Nina, Q, Dean, Corri, Laura, Gabe, Mike.... WHEEEE I LOVE EVERYONE)
Hey baby my baby sweet baby
I'm on the bus tour bus bunk
Got my headphones on now
I'm listening to Elliot rock rock rock rock
Rock me to sleep
-Bus Bus, a.ray
Dear Philly, DC, and Richmond:
I AM COMING, AND I AM BRINGING THE SQUEE WITH ME.
Zach went out at 6am and when he saw the newsstands he started crying. He brought home one of each but this one is my favorite.
I wish we'd had a video camera last night in my apartment, you guys. We were doing electoral math all along and figuring that with CA, OR, and WA it was going to be a lock, but no one was prepared to see "Obama Elected President" flash on the screen at the instant the polls closed in those states. There was so much screaming, so much jumping up and down. For those of you that I called and yelled into your ear, I apologize. Although, not really. I left my mother the most drunk-ass voicemail ever. Zach got a very sweet text from his brother (Zach's family are republicans) congratulating him on the win and even saying he thinks the change will be good for the country. I don't think I've felt this good since ever. It's completely amazing.
The other thing that's amazing? This.
Here's our version of the electoral map. Fake America FTW!
Nat, Alexis, Zach and I went canvassing in PA today. There were a lot of wonderful people but my favorite was the kids playing ball in the street going "O-ba-ma! O-ba-ma!" and we were all, "Yeah!" and they were all, "Our school had an election and Obama won 80% of the vote" and we were all "Fuck yeah!" and then we were all "We shouldn't have said fuck in front of you guys, sorry," and they were all, "It's cool," and we were all, "Yeah, Obama."
This feels so different from 2004. Hope that holds. 2004 sucked dick.
Come on, Virginia. Make your homegirl proud.
"To be fair, Hawaii is
in the middle of Montana." - ZPJ
TEVE TORBES IS ON THE DAily COLBERT ALLLSOM!!!!!!!
I'm sure I don't need to explain to you why this picture just made me cry.
In totally opposite-of-cry news, Zach and I saw They Might Be Giants a few nights ago - him for the first time since high school, me for the first time ever - and wow, do they put on a great show. I mean, I was expecting it to be fun, but dorky and self-indulgent. But they were totally entertaining and cool and legitimately fun. Not like "look how wacky we are" fun, but actual, hey I want to get a beer with that guy fun. Also, they played "Why Does The Sun Shine" and then said that they'd been doing some fact-checking, and it turns out there's new research which indicates that the sun is not, as previously claimed, a mass of incandescent gas. So they wrote (and subsequently performed) a new song: The Sun is a Miasma of Incandescent Plasma.This is my favorite John
. And guess what, I just learned that his middle name is the same as someone who is currently a candidate for President of the United States. That's right, his name is John Sidney
The term "sanitary napkin" is way grosser than its allegedly less polite counterpart. Dissidents go elsewhere. That shit is grody.
That election day fraud
in Virginia makes me want to kick the entire world. It's so despicable. It's despicable both in the "where's your basic human decency, anonymous fake-flier-distributor" way, and also in the "look how scared the Republicans are that they would resort to this" way.
I think it's interesting that pollsters are talking about the weather
being a factor in voter turnout. The weather, huh. I have to say, I just don't think there's any weather condition (or any other kind of condition) that would keep me from voting, ever. At all, period. But then, my voting place is a block and a half from my apartment. I could Weeble there if I wanted to. (I don't.) (Not because I don't love to Weeble like every other red-blooded American, but because it's uphill.) (But I would Weeble there if I had to.) (And that is why I am more of a patriot than you.)
Speaking of people whose votes should count more (mine should, because of the willingness-to-Weeble thing), the other night, I challenged Zach to name a Senator from every state. Do you know how many he ended up naming? EIGHTY TWO. He named 82 senators from memory
. That is sick, is what that is. Do you know how many senators I can name from memory? 10. And 33% of them are currently involved in a national election. Anyway, I think that because Zach is not himself a Senator, nor is he required to know this information for any sort of career-related task, he should get to decide the election himself. Everyone with me?Orson Welles dated Billie Holiday!
That's completely awesome. (I discovered this thanks to king_duncan
I just found out from Brian that as of Jun 26, 2006 coin melting
in the United States is not technically illegal. Hi, listen, I would never have thought to melt a coin - ever - but now that I know it is both something one can do and also something that is not illegal, according to the Internet, I REALLY WANT TO MELT A COIN.
Feb 11, 2005 was my 10,000-days-old-iversary (also, my cousin's birthday!) (which I know because of Shacid
) (the 10,000 days thing, not the my cousin's birthday thing. I doubt they even know each other. Although, they should, since they both live in Arlington and are awesome) (PS Shacid I still hate your OTHER BLOG). Thanks to Livejournal, I know that I was mourning Arthur Miller's death that day. It seems to have otherwise gone by unheralded. Arthur Miller ruined my 10,000-days-old-iversary and I didn't even know it. You suck, Arthur Miller. My next 10,000-iversary isn't for another 24 years. Gaahhhhd.
Question. Are you hoping Election Night is a runaway victory for Barack from the start, or are you hoping for a close race, some tense late-night drama and intrigue, and then a wild victory party when Florida (or Ohio) (or North Dakota) swings in his favor? Hey, let's make it an official Yummy Turtle poll, why don't we.
Runaway victory, or drama-filled election night?
Runaway victory for Barack!
Close call ultimately resulting in a win for Barack!
Neither; I'm voting for the old Godzilla dude.
already posted this, I know, but I have to re-blog it, because it's way too awesome not to.