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|Tuesday, April 10th, 2007|
|Calculator Belt Buckle
A trip to the flea market proved hilariously fruitful. I am now the proud owner of a fully functioning calculator belt buckle. My friend Mara was visiting from out of town and perhaps Rhode Island just don't have the type of selection in belt attire that NC can boast, cause she went home with 3 beauties:
1. "Tactical Officer" themed belt buckle (obviously it was a toss up between this and the "Forklift Operator" gem.
2. Scuba Diver Buckle
3. And best of all: The reclined male nude, in all his 1970's mustached glory.
I also picked up two amazing lotus shaped lamp shades that (I swear to god) EVERY middle aged woman on the flea market premises was ready to wrestle out of my hands. Last but not least, an addition to my tiny instrument orchestra, a baby red piano.
|Monday, April 2nd, 2007|
|Here's to getting giddy about little things.
1. This guy's music
2. The possibilities of zpeech.com's
functionality make my head hurt.
, Google's color scheme could be a lot more earth friendly if it wasn't white. I can't wait to share this tidbit with my web design class (they already think I work for some kind of hippie anarchist organization that publishes books on satanism and s&m . . . which is half true.)
|Tuesday, February 20th, 2007|
Cathleen gets props for this musical discovery: Marnie Stern.
How'd I miss her? Damn. She's playing at the Night Light tomorrow.
|Friday, February 16th, 2007|
|The up and up.
Yes, I open with obligatory "I haven't posted in ages. Things have been sooo busy."
But they have. Had some cool things happen the past few weeks:
1. Wrote a five year plan. Eek. (A hint
2. I'm officially a student again . . . while working full time. It's kicking my ass. I'm taking a webmaster certification program at NCSU at night. I-40 is officially my new home.
3. Got in shape again. (Lots of yoga=extremely happy me).
4. I turned 24 on the 24th.
5. Got a really awesome blog shout out.
6. Gearing up for SXSW festivities. Lulu is exhibiting, has been asked to speak on a panel, and most exciting of all, is co-sponsoring a party at Austin City Limits with Blogads, PBS, MindCandy and GMD Studios.
7. Working on a very cool DIY publishing project between Lulu and Maker Faire
8. Author meetup program with Stacey Cochran, an English Prof @ NCSU is starting to take off.
9. Discovered the G.I. Joe PSA's
. Which seriously have changed my life.
10. Feel happier, healthier, and more productive than I have in ages.
|Tuesday, January 9th, 2007|
|Thursday, November 30th, 2006|
|Classics get collaborative
This seems pretty damn cool. http://www.penguin.co.uk/nf/Book/BookDisplay/0,,9780141442198,00.html
Penguin Books, known for their reserved, uniform cover design is publishing five classics (Crime and Punishment, Emma, Magic Tales, Meditations, The Picture of Dorian Gray and The Waves) with blank covers today, Nov. 30th. After you buy a copy, you email them your own cover design and then they'll be featured in a gallery
(the scrolling gallery is painfully slow, I'll warn you). What I can't figure out is whether they actually print-on-demand those customized covers or just offer the blank cover book as a bizarre limited edition item. The latter seems more possible, while the former seems more logical. If the former is true, then shit. That's just awesome. I'm half tempted to order one and just see what happens. After all, I'm sure I can find someone who is dying for another copy of Crime and Punishment. Regardless, this is an intriguing move for a company known for such old school, stuffy cover design.
|Wednesday, November 29th, 2006|
i was elated to identify that the bugs in my house are not spiders, but rather, crickets. camel crickets. and crickets are supposed to be auspicious.
i cannot bear to squash a single one.
|Saturday, November 25th, 2006|
|high school reunion
Last night, I went to my 5 year high school reunion. It weirds me out a little to admit this . . . but I had a great time.
|Wednesday, November 22nd, 2006|
|How'd I miss that?
I tend to get into a fit of rampant downloading on some evening during the month. I usually kill my emusic subscription plan in one sitting. Recent acquisitions include Karen Dalton, Beach House, another (yes, another) live Townes Van Zandt album, and Des Ark.
I kind of feel like a putz for not knowing more about Des Ark. Loose Lips Sink Ships is phenomenal, as most have assured me it was. I'm pretty sure I saw that girl in the mall once. She was holding hands with a boy and walking towards Macy's. That's the last place you'd expect to spot someone who sings like that.
Listening to M. Ward on a rainy cold office day makes me sad to leave work--even before a holiday. That's some pretty potent stuff. Also, there are roofie traces in the song Post War.
I'm dreading Thanksgiving, as usual. I wish I didn't burn things, or else I could just focus on the task at hand. I kinda failed at the domesticity thing when I made banana bread and left out baking powder through reason: "Well, it's such a small amount. It can't be that important." Guess I will make awkward small talk and flip through a Target magazine at the kitchen counter, like most holidays.
|Sunday, November 19th, 2006|
|i'm the happiest woman among all women
Saw Joanna Newsom last night. She's officially the best performer I've ever seen. More on why later, but if you ever eever get the chance to see her live, don't pass it up.
|Thursday, November 16th, 2006|
|joe and jo's no more
Last night got a message from a few friends that Joe and Jo's in Durham will be closing after the owner had to unexpectedly sell the place quickly since her Dad is ill. I'm not a regular at the bar, but it's obviously a social anchor of Durham, so Nat and I hopped in the car with Thad and off we went. It was one of the most comfortable, welcoming and fun evenings I've ever had going out since I moved back here. So so sad that it's closing. They may be open for a few more days, but the gameplan is to stay open till the booze runs dry OR until the new owners decide to close it down. They have no idea when that will be. The employees got the impression it will close on Friday or Saturday.
So if you're a fan of the place as it is, then go before it closes up. All the current employees are disbanding, so even if they re-open it as the same place, the core culture will be gone. So sad.
|Wednesday, November 15th, 2006|
|Monday, November 13th, 2006|
There really should be a word or phrase for how certain exes take music with them--not in the physical sense (luckily I've yet to ever make the mistake of jointly owning a music collection), but rather, in the emotional sense. Everyone knows this feeling--when an ex is just sitting in the corner of certain songs or musicians. It's like they get emotional custody.
It's even stranger to think that I've done just the same for some of my exes. What records did you get emotional custody over, and perhaps, never even realized it?
|groggy weekend recap
As my friend Brian says about nearly any great music acquicisition, "I got my hot little hands on" some classic vinyl additions--all cheap and pristine from a vendor who was oblivious to the gold mine he was sitting on. I got a bunch of great best-ofs: an early Patsy Cline sampler, a two record best of Aretha Franklin, a three volume best of Diana Ross & the Supremes collection, best of Johnny Cash, two volume Ray Charles country covers, aaaaaand the curveball I couldn't resist, Elvis Costello My Aim is True
Also, there's a well kept secret that I've gotta bust: Joanna Newsom
is playing in Greensboro next Saturday and it's not sold out yet
|Tuesday, November 7th, 2006|
|i got the sticket to prove it
While in line waiting to vote today, I was thinking how great it would be if the government handed out more self-congratulatory stickers, like "I got audited!" and "I don't fly with >3oz. fluid containers!" Then I thought, if they made them scratch n sniff, what would be the most patriotic smell? My company started providing company "hot pockets," so that means about 20 hot pockets are being microwaved in our kitchen every day . . . and let me tell you, there's something distinctly American about the smell of that many hot pockets being nuked. So I cast my second vote of the day. The smell of America: hot pockets.
Another item of American culture I've been fascinated/repulsed by is the American couch. I'm in the market for one and since I'm not really up for paying a thousand bucks for a place to park my butt, I've been living on Craigslist. Dear God. This is turning out to be the most depressing purchase I've ever made, mainly because you realize what depressing behemoths most people are living with. First of all, the triangle is officially vomiting futons and papasan chairs. I've got a few leading candidates, but there's one post
in particular that I'm hemming and hawing about. I've got first dibs on it, and it's phenomenally beautiful, but not the most practical. Argh. Decisions.
|Wednesday, November 1st, 2006|
At the last minute, I decided to dress up for Halloween. Spending money or time wasn't an option, so I tore down my curtains, grabbed some twigs from outside my door and ta-dah. I was Athena. I mean, she had deep set eyes, a high bridged nose, and was accompanied by an owl at all times . . . how perfect is that? I felt kind of sad de-twigging at the end of the night. I felt weirdly comfortable in that attire.
|Tuesday, October 31st, 2006|
|Neighbors Neighbors Everywhere
How come it is that no matter how cool of a town you live in, if you move into an apartment complex, your neighbors will be complete freaks?
Our next door neighbor is an elderly mail man. The other morning he stopped by to meet us and let us know we are too loud when "Coming home at 3 am and wearing those heeled shoes." I sensed an implicit "When you're wearing your prostitute boots and come in after a night of whoring." I informed him that we both work during the day and were trying to unpack at night when we had free time. He joked that he put on his "big heavy shoes and ran up and down the stairs early in the morning to get us back" then started laughing . . . waaaay too much. There was a little foam at the mouth action going on.
Today as I was backing out of my parking space, I noticed a sign suctioned to the inside of his Red Minivan that I'd have prefered to miss: "Warning: Attack Mailman On Board."
|Saturday, October 28th, 2006|
|A Gimped Halloween
The surgery went well--though much much more incapacitating than i'd expected. i was under the impression that i'd only have local anasthetic, but instead i got the real stuff. i couldn't walk or stay awake for more than 30 minutes all day yesterday. i told them about another experience i'd had with anasthesia where i woke up midway through the surgery and could feel everything but couldn't signal to the surgeon that i was awake. terrifying, right? yes yes it was. i tend to be a magnet for freak experiences you only hear about on The Discovery Channel. Struck by lightning? Check! Lived through tornado? Check! Saw Bono in the flesh? Check!
My right hand is pretty much useless and I'm not handling this helpessness thing with grace. i'll be honest, i've felt like a complete bitch since yesterday. when people offer help, it annoys me. when no one offers to help, i swear i have no friends. by far, the worst is being unable to drive. i was stuck in raleigh all day watching home makeover shows on TLC. By the end, I was talking to myself, saying things like "Oooooh come the fuck on. Get the stainless steel appliances!" Obviously, it was time to get out. So my sister and Nat came to pick me up and we went out to dinner. I have to elevate my arm still, so I looked an awful lot like the weird porcelain cat with the single bobbing arm at the Chinese restaurant we ate at. You know the cats I'm talking about.
My spirits are pretty low this evening because I'm house ridden, which means no fun Halloween party after all. I may just take another pain pill and say I was Rush Limbaugh for Halloween.
|Thursday, October 26th, 2006|
Just spent the morning bringing over the last hurried handfuls of belongings from my old house to the new apartment. Despite how many headaches the other place gave me, I felt unsettled moving my bed to the new place. Once you move the bed, that's it.
Having said that, it's hilarious how enamored I am with the adequacy of this new place. I can't help but think of it in terms of a relationship. The thought "Good God! The ceilings aren't caving in" inevitably correlates to "I can't believe he's not a drug dealer." Oh, the joys of lowered expectations.
I was rushed to move things over before today because I'm having surgery tomorrow morning. I injured my wrist when I was 15 and it's worsened since I took a job typing 8 hours a day. My weekend=redecorating on painkillers.
Also, does anyone know if the Flea Market is open this Saturday? Or are they still cleaning up puke from the State Fair? All are welcome to join me if it's open. I may be experiencing post-surgical delirium, so please stop me from buying a fork lift operator belt buckle. Actually don't stop me. That could be a good Halloween costume since finding an April O'Neill get-up is proving impossible. Yellow jumpsuits aren't too common, as it turns out.
|Tuesday, October 24th, 2006|
|Land of want
While standing in the State Employees' Credit Union in Morrisville today I realized I'm back in the land of want.
Most of my life, I've lived in places where I have to struggle to find others who are like me, who are interested in the things I'm interested in, who value things similarly. To give some context--I was raised by a woman who just told me last month that she was worried that there was something wrong because I was "going to too many concerts." Obviously, I'm a high functioning heroin addict.
Kenyon was a strange departure from this. I wasn't unique anymore. I hated it at first. Everything I held dear was banal and all of my friends had gone to fancy Montessori or Waldorf schools. In my school, we watched Apocolypse Now instead of read Heart of Darkness. Sure, I had moments of feeling unique--if tacky and undereducated count.
Then, there was Dublin. My greatest culture shock there had nothing to do with Ireland vs. America. It had to do with urban vs. rural. I had more options than I knew what to do with. I'm an indecisive person--and now I realize that much of this had to do with the fact that I always had to settle for whatever scraps I could get growing up. I didn't choose, I settled. By the end of my year in Ireland, I just started to learn how to choose.
The numbef or choices paralyzed me in New York. Being there made me second guess my instincts. I pointed out a favorite piece of artwork made by Natalie's friend. He said "Yeah. That's the safest one of the bunch." I withdrew my pointed finger . . . "Oh. I just thought the red and green were nice."
Natalie criticized me for letting this bother me, but I noticed her trying
too. She became unbelievably short tempered and harsh. She walked into a coffee shop and went straight up to the waitress and said "Do you really
know how to make a latte?" When she looked confused and said yes, Nat looked back skeptically and asked "Where's a real coffee shop then?" It was unbelievably bitchy. Like, Heathers bitchy. That was her way of making people notice her in a city where a pink fur coat wasn't gonna cut it.
I feel like New York poses a unique challenge to me. Most people go there to prove they can "make it" in even the stiffest competion. What I have to learn from that city is how to be okay with fitting in. It was kind of terrifying for me to look straight and preppy in comparison to the 70s-esque butch lesbian skateboarding couple at breakfast in Williamsburg, I won't lie. But that's a really great lesson for me. By immersing myself in a situation where every aesthetic choice/interest I make is cliche, I couldn't rely on those things to build identity. I'd have to figure out what actually set me apart.