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I am getting less sucky at show photography. Very very slowly.
The rest of the photos, in which Peter Hughes is pictured exactly once, are here. I wish I could see this band play every day of my life and twice on my birthday.
There was a not-entirely-sober conversation had last night wherein we discussed the obnoxiousness of singers who do not sing within their vocal range. I was thinking about this, and I have come to the conclusion that the exception to this rule is always and forever going to be Maritime. Maybe it is Wisconsin loyalty, maybe it is because I spent the second half of my formative years listening to the Promise Ring, maybe I am genetically wired to grin like an idiot every time I hear a voice crack.
" It's no secret that Davey von Bohlen, Dan Didier, Dan Hinz and Justin Klug are the prime jewels of the city and the four people the mayor and its good people would save should the city catch on fire. I mean, these songs. They can do you some good."--Daytrotter.com
The have a new record, Maritime do, and I have listened to most of it, and when the first couple songs were leaked they didn't sit well with me. But it is something about today and these songs being perfect for watching the sky and its impossible, inconceivable blue, and thinking about how this year completely slipped out of my hands.
Maritime--Love Has Given Up On Us
oh Jesus--
I don't know how they found me, but my high school wants me to attend a reunion next summer. And apparently this is why my high school thinks I should go:
"So I was reading this report on Happiness Research at a High School
Reunion, put out by The Library of Economics and Liberty (if that
didn't give it away, I should let you all know that I am just as nerdy
as ever)....anyways it says that the following pattern behind guys'
life happiness rankings can be seen at a reunion.
Least-troubled guys are the ones in the technical field they're the
most mellow and happy souls.
The most angst-ridden guys are the ones who fell in love with the
arts they're jumpier and more tormented.
So, reason #1 to come to the h.s. reunion is to see if this theory
holds true, and if that isn't enough then just remember you will most
likely be getting wasted with your h.s. classmates and you know that
is going to be funny.
Love,
Tikvah"
Part of me is really, really intrigued by this idea, because I really want to know which of my high school classmates gained 60 pounds and five children. Also what happened to Robin Haworth, the soccer player who I went to a Pink Floyd concert with my dad for. (He loved Pink Floyd, and I wanted to CONNECT with him. On a really DEEP level. Pink Floyd means that you're TOTALLY DEEP.) Also, I like to think that I am slightly less socially inept (and much cuter)(and able to form a coherent sentence)(and fonder of the Harvard Comma) than when I was in high school, and pretty much even though I don't think any of my former classmates stay awake at night giggling about how much of a dork I was, I have this weird feeling, like I have something to prove. On the other hand: That would mean that I have less than a year to completely change directions in my life and/or practice lying convincingly about how I am a Writer and I am Writing This Book and that is why I spent three years temping.
On the third hand: Who am I kidding? I hated these people.
STAY TUNED, KIDS
Also, I have been searching for and slowly (very slowly) accumulating songs where Justin Timberlake does a guest spot (don't question these things) and since it has been a long long time since I have posted any music here is one of them.
Snoop feat. Charlie Wilson and Justin Timberlake--Signs
(Emily Justin totally says the F word)
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I have been invited to two (2) parties tonight. One of them is an early Halloween party where everyone is dressing up like Harry Potter characters. Friend: "You could be a MUGGLE!" Me: "..." Also, all of this would be much more exciting if I were not exhausted and my back did not hurt like hell for reasons I can't figure out. It is like my body is against me.
I recently re-read A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius and the way I feel right now about going out tonight, despite all my ailments, is very similar to the way Eggers described going out once a week when he was watching Toph. I do not want these parties to be standing around and talking about things like how ill-advised it was to change The Office from a half-hour to an hour-long format and/or the peculiar deliciousness of pumpkin beer. I want DRAMA and EXCITEMENT and PEOPLE MAKING OUT IN STAIRWELLS and FIGHTS and MANIFESTOES WRITTEN AND RECITED and THE PROBLEM IN SUDAN SOLVED and MAYBE WRESTLING. Also there will be meteor showers.
Don't you people understand? I don't get out very much. I might not go out again for weeks and weeks. I have led this hermetically sealed, financially restricted life for way too long and I want to go someplace and dance on tables and I know that I went out dancing last weekend and actually I just remembered that now and actually I do not want to dance on tables per se but it feels like such a long time ago and I feel like I am losing my grip on what normal people do, and that is bad. My life is in your hands, strangers at this party.
Sometimes the internet makes me laugh harder than it should.
From a discussion about In Rainbows:
I really like that song too but I gotta admit I think of lolcatz whenever I hear it.
Quote from: radiocatz
Im the next act
waiting n the wingz
Im n animal
Trapped n ur hot car
I m all the dayz
that you chooz 2 ignor
ur all I need
ur all I need
Im n the middle of ur picture
Lying n the reedz
I m a moth
who just wantz 2 share ur lite
Im just an insect
trying 2 get out of the night
I only stick with you
because there r no otherz
ur all I need
ur all I need
Im n the middle of ur picture
Lying n the reedz
Its all wrong
Its all right
Its all wrong
Five Friday Night Lights episodes in two days. God bless Netflix, and also NBC for not taking it off the air quite yet (NBC, I will fucking kill you, are you listening?) I love all of the little details in that picture, the framed photos. (They are not exactly clear, as that is a picture of a television screen.) I love how every episode has made me kind of choke up a little. I love Saracen. I love Saracen a troubling amount, given that he is supposed to be like sixteen. I love how there is still very little that I actually understand about football and I am still like "WOO."
I got a call at like 8:15 this morning for an interview and I was all excited because I have been applying for 7800 things and I am starting to get calls, until they started talking about "bring 2 forms of ID" and I got this incredible sense of deja vu, and guess what dudes, it's another temp agency. And not only THAT, but this is the third Google result. So maybe I should stay in bed Friday? ps I have another "real" interview tomorrow, and there is some degree of fruitfulness to this latest round of searching, which is strange and exciting. And given that I now own a BLAZER, with SHOULDERPADS, I should be ushered into the corporate world and offered a cigar or perhaps a corner office or an intern right
about
now.
Between the fact that I went dancing at a place Friday night that played "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" and that one Siouxie and the Banshees song about you are a vampire and I am the walking dead and the fact that I am wearing a suit thing today (!!) with shoulderpads (!!!!!!!!!) and a headband (eh) it is like I have gone back in time. I don't think that the fact that I am wearing a suit thing with shoulderpads and feel like an asshole affected how the interview went. I think it went pretty well, but I always say that.
ps the you are the vampire and I am the walking dead song is really really good.
I don't think that I'm going to do anything for Halloween this year. I don't feel up to reprising the Extremely Ill Advised River Costume or the year when I was like a punk-rock fairy or something but everyone kept asking me if I was a butterfly or last year when I was nothing but went to a costume party anyway and felt really lame, but that does not mean that I am not excited that it is happening. Especially with the next-day candy markdowns. Does this mean I am getting old?
And finally: What?
I have started a new project on the photojournal--basically it will be one new picture every day for a year, sort of literally trying to make a journal out of the year. The logic also goes that I will have to go out of my way to do and find interesting things to photograph, otherwise it is going to be like 360 pictures of graffiti and stencils and four pictures of my hair and like one of a small mammal or rodent or something. Watch the space.
IN WHICH I ask readers to please comment with ideas on how to stimulate one's appetite*. I am tired of my stomach being all Blanche DuBois. I am tired of the going for an entire day without any sustenance except coffee. It ends here. I ate breakfast this morning. It involved more than one food group. I remember food groups! I am also annoyed by the fact that when my mind is made up that I want something my body doesn't exactly immediately agree.
*don't say "weed"
It is official: Even Seth Rogen cannot make Saturday Night Live funny.
Also Weekend Update used to be my favorite part of Saturday Night Live and now it just feels like it goes on for way too long, much like "Elmo's World" takes up half of Sesame Street now. The best line in the entire show belonged to Chevy Chase: "I'm still, and you're still not."
Also Britt Daniel screwed up a little on his guitar playing during, I think, "You Got Yr Cherry Bomb," and it was adorable. Also he kind of sang like someone had their hands around his throat. I mean more so than usual.
This opinion has been brought to you by the letter "obvious."
I got woken up at 11:30 last night by a phone call from a friend who I have not heard from in a month wherein he apologized for the fact that he blew me off the last time that we were supposed to hang out in Chicago. It was very strange. He may have been drinking. I thought about the fact that he could told me all this A MONTH AGO, but I didn't bring it up. Then I stayed awake longer and thought about how strange it is that people just seem to drift in and out of my life, and some of them don't come back after they've drifted. But it is good that this friend is back , because now I have someone to talk about Friday Night Lights (ps HOLY FUCKING JESUS H, TYRA AND THE RED-HAIRED GUY) with. I am but a simple girl.
After about a week of listening to them and going back and forth from one completely opposing opinion to the other, I have decided that I really, really like Animal Collective., mostly I think because they sound like really excitable little kids or extras in the cast of A Midsummer Night's Dream going crazy but not tone-deaf crazy.
Animal Collective-Fireworks
Also, I have no fucking idea what they are singing about.
Between the Almost-Unpaid-Rent Almost-Fiasco Of 2007 and the ten millionth boy who has not quite been what or who I thought he was going to be and If I Weren't So Emotionally Healthy And All I Would Start Crying About How I Am Going To Die Alone, this week has almost killed me. This picture kills me in the sense that I really want to get better at taking pictures. Actually, all of these do. I am very much looking forward to fall being fall and not this 80-degree way-past-Indian-Summer-what-the-fuck-is-wrong-with-you,-fall nonsense.
I have been spending a lot of time at Lake Michigan lately, hanging out on the beach with seagulls and two days ago watching someone surf (!) and it and parks with swings are the only things that have kept me calm. When I am reincarnated, I think I would like to come back as a seagull.
One with spots.