Monday, January 14
Check out two very entertaining Yo La Tengo videos.
I wake up feeling kind of sick every morning, although I usually feel better as the day goes on, after taking my daily zyrtec. My eyes especially have been feeling kind of crummy, but hopefully that will improve when I don't have to wear my contacts all the time. My glasses are ready, so I'll go and pick them up today. This is getting ridiculous. Somebody has to make me stop buying CDs. Just take half offline for a while or something. I'm getting back into the swing of promo copies though; Stephin Merrit and Cornelius promos should be forthcoming.
I watched our new video of "What Women Want" the other night, which is fun but too long. Five minutes from the end my parents came back in with the Tebors and Callery/Nazars, back from a fiasco of a dinner out (incompetent waitress, the kitchen out of everything they ordered, then closed, then they asked them to leave several times before they had gotten the check back, etc.) with desserts and built a fire and we sat around in the living room talking about tv and npr personalities and the dinner. Yesterday I did some productive things, like finish writing my resume and practice driving. I drove on the highway for the first time. Also I read all but the last twenty pages of Midnight's Children. It's good. As I said in my annoying sextuplicated reblogger comment, I am enjoying it, it just hasn't knocked me off my feet like a lot of what I've been reading. It's kind of too clever for its own good, but the writing is captivating enough. A funny take on mannipean satire. Well, I'll finish that today, and then its Banks and/or Pinker. I fell asleep on the couch reading it. I went to the movies again, the Little with my parents, to see "In The Bedroom." I find it hard to say that it was "good" or that it "enjoyed" it, but it was certainly stunning and incredible. Terrific acting (especially from Tom Wilkinson, have I seen him before?) and an intriguing story, but especially well paced and directed - tasteful use of sound (minimal) and camera work (beautiful). It's set in small-harbor-town-Maine, and the opening shots (lovers in a grassy field) made me think of Wyeth. Sissy Spacechick reads a book about Wyeth in the bedroom. Sad and artful that way. For some reason the phrase "artful, volatile" stuck in my head. Was that in a review or something? Anyway, moving, powerful film, I recommend it. Not light.
Counting down the days. I'll be heading back to school on Thursday; because of a bizarre blind discount deal from Travelocity I'm flying through Cleveland, with a three-and-a-half hour layover there. Perhaps I will meet Brigid for lunch. When I get to school, I'm looking forward very much to moving stuff and setting up my room, baking a log for Laurel, picking classes, etc. I'm listening to spinner's "Best of Dance '01" for a break from the indirok stuff. Not compelled. La dee dah. The New Pornographers are in my head lately, I can't decide if they're annoying or sublime.
the body says no
no no no!
I wake up feeling kind of sick every morning, although I usually feel better as the day goes on, after taking my daily zyrtec. My eyes especially have been feeling kind of crummy, but hopefully that will improve when I don't have to wear my contacts all the time. My glasses are ready, so I'll go and pick them up today. This is getting ridiculous. Somebody has to make me stop buying CDs. Just take half offline for a while or something. I'm getting back into the swing of promo copies though; Stephin Merrit and Cornelius promos should be forthcoming.
I watched our new video of "What Women Want" the other night, which is fun but too long. Five minutes from the end my parents came back in with the Tebors and Callery/Nazars, back from a fiasco of a dinner out (incompetent waitress, the kitchen out of everything they ordered, then closed, then they asked them to leave several times before they had gotten the check back, etc.) with desserts and built a fire and we sat around in the living room talking about tv and npr personalities and the dinner. Yesterday I did some productive things, like finish writing my resume and practice driving. I drove on the highway for the first time. Also I read all but the last twenty pages of Midnight's Children. It's good. As I said in my annoying sextuplicated reblogger comment, I am enjoying it, it just hasn't knocked me off my feet like a lot of what I've been reading. It's kind of too clever for its own good, but the writing is captivating enough. A funny take on mannipean satire. Well, I'll finish that today, and then its Banks and/or Pinker. I fell asleep on the couch reading it. I went to the movies again, the Little with my parents, to see "In The Bedroom." I find it hard to say that it was "good" or that it "enjoyed" it, but it was certainly stunning and incredible. Terrific acting (especially from Tom Wilkinson, have I seen him before?) and an intriguing story, but especially well paced and directed - tasteful use of sound (minimal) and camera work (beautiful). It's set in small-harbor-town-Maine, and the opening shots (lovers in a grassy field) made me think of Wyeth. Sissy Spacechick reads a book about Wyeth in the bedroom. Sad and artful that way. For some reason the phrase "artful, volatile" stuck in my head. Was that in a review or something? Anyway, moving, powerful film, I recommend it. Not light.
Counting down the days. I'll be heading back to school on Thursday; because of a bizarre blind discount deal from Travelocity I'm flying through Cleveland, with a three-and-a-half hour layover there. Perhaps I will meet Brigid for lunch. When I get to school, I'm looking forward very much to moving stuff and setting up my room, baking a log for Laurel, picking classes, etc. I'm listening to spinner's "Best of Dance '01" for a break from the indirok stuff. Not compelled. La dee dah. The New Pornographers are in my head lately, I can't decide if they're annoying or sublime.
the body says no
no no no!
