some birds are funny when they talk








Stuck in my Head
"Kiss Me Harder" by Bertine Zetlitz
"Hot" by Avril
"Brain Problem Situation" by They Might Be Giants

Now Reading
Number 9 Dream by David Mitchell
Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage by Alice Munro

Recently Finished
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by David Eggers
Lonesome Dove by Larry McMurtry
Mad Tony and Me by Carl Hoffman
Sweet Soul Music by Peter Guaralnick
This Must Be The Place: Adventures of Talking Heads in the 20th Century by David Bowman
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Movies Lately
4 Months 3 Weeks 2 Days
Oscar Nominated Animated Shorts
Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus: Best of Both Worlds Concert Tour
2 Days in Paris
United 93
The Savages
The Bourne Ultimatum
Sweeney Todd
The Departed
What Would Jesus Buy?
Ghost World
I'm Not There
She's The Man
Lars and the Real Girl
Romance and Cigarettes
No Country for Old Men
Into the Wild
I Want Someone to Eat Cheese With
Across the Universe

Shows Lately
Damo Suzuki/Stinking Lizaveta @ Mill Creek
Death and the Maiden @ Curio
Devon Sproule/Carsie Blanton/Devin Greenwood/John Francis @ Tin Angel
Assassins @ The Arden
Oakley Hall and the Teeth @ Johnny Brendas
Isabella and Flamingo/Winnebago and Map Me and Gatz and Songs of the Dragons Flying to Heaven and Sonic Dances and Strawberry Farm and The Emperor Jones and No Dice and Hearts of Man and Principles of Uncertainty and Isabella and BATCH and Addicted to Bad Ideas: Peter Lorre's 20th Century and Car and Sports Trilogy and Explanatorium and Wandering Alice and Must Don't Whip Um and Festival of Lies and A Room of Ones Own and Recitatif @ the Philadelphia Live Arts Festival/Philly Fringe
Martha Graham Cracker and Eliot Levin and Kilo etc. @ the Fringe Cabaret
Lullatone and Teletextile @ Boulder Coffee [Rochester]
TV Sound @ the M Room
Aretha Franklin @ East Dell, Fairmount Pk.
Romeo + Juliet in Clark Park
Daft Punk @ Red Rocks
Spoon @ Rockefeller Park
Ponytail at Pony Pants' House
Mirah/Benjy Ferree @ the 1UC
Tortoise @ World Cafe Live
Hall & Oates...ish
"Nuclear Dreams" - Mascher Dance Group, x2
The Four of Us @ 1812
Machines Machines Machines Machines Machines Machines Machines by Rainpan whatever
Mascher Dance Group/Nathaniel Bartlett
Cornelius @ TLA
Sloan @ World Cafe
In Fluxxxx
Slavic Soul Party!/Red Heart the Ticker @ I-House
the Fantasticks @ Mum
Peter Bjork + Jorn/Fujiya + Miyagi @ fkaTLA
John Vanderslice @ Johnny Brendas
The Books & Todd Reynolds @ 1UC
Into the Woods @ LPAC
The Fishbowl @ the Frear
Caroline, or, Change @ the Arden
Low & Loney, Dear. @ 1UC

Wednesday, October 23

i had to end my day by stopping by paces, after a short but acrobatic dance rehearsal with a lot of back-bruising rolls and flips, and there i ran into stefanie and rebecca weinberger, and we had a nice discussion of relationshippy stuff and queer stuff, among other things. i have been wearing a sticker i picked up at the coming-out week sticker table that says only "there's." presumably someone started writing and was interrupted. back here i can't bring myself to come to grips with french, despite a concerned e-mail from carole. so i'll at least do this, which will need to be done a lot soon.

my two days of week back at swat classes happening:

started off mad yesterday morning because my alarm didn't go off i had forgotten how to set it properly and thus i missed french for the fourth time in a row (two drill and two class) and lost out on some time for semin reading. and soon enough i went to lunch and bach class which frustratingly felt simultaneously productive and responsible and neither of those. i got postcards from rae and lillie, of all people.

but the day wasn't all bad, or even mostly. i rendezvoused at lunch with ester for an ahem talk that turned out to be mostly irrelevant but tender anyway. i got in a pinch of reading, i hurriedly wrote a soft boys review for the phoenix while not listening to the record. there was an hour of band practice and then a half hour before hannah and i actually found each other in sharples as planned. we're not very good at that. but we're good at killing time.

i went to see wilco and califone with liza and tika and alex flurie. wilco are a great rock and roll band. califone are darn good too. they had three drummers. i bought the album of theirs that i didn't have already, which has a good title. but wilco, damn. they played for two hours, and the best part of it was the (two) encores, which featured, rather than any of the measly three Yankee Hotel songs they didn't play in the main set, throwbacks: first, "Hesitating Beauty" and "Cali Stars" from the Mermaid album, and then, even better, "Casino Queen" (from the debut am, my guilty pleasure almost-favorite wilco album) > "Outtasite outtamind" > "Monday." They were really hitting their stride even as the show reached its end. Really rocked out. They're so sonically conscious, even if they play simple stuff, it really creates magic. Rock and roll, baby.

We drove back and I irresponsibly stopped by pitt, giving H all the impetus she needed to fall in with her impulses and come over. 7:15, it turned out, was a good time to wake up today. 8:15 was an even better time to wake up, having slept another hour. but again i didn't much work before french. but that was fun, playing an alibi game. yoga i had been waiting for for over a week, and it didn't disappoint.

Seminar turned out to be quite good and enjoyable, partly due to sidetracks. I played "Frontier Psychiatrist" for the class during break, for some reason. I chatted with Janine about EC (she's seeing him Friday). Olivia brought a really satisfying breaksnack - classic brie and Breton (of course) crackers, cookies and lemonade, okay it was food. i was hungry.

and discussion was interesting. we did an automatic writing exercise that i found frustrating. we talked a lot about the surrealist manifesto (#1, 1924), which I enjoyed a lot. and we talked a lot about love and desire, which are things i care about. meanwhile alyssa was talking about nothingness, which she cares about.

i was too late for ester again, but i had a nice encounter with ruby and elena outside pearson instead. and early dinner with the estercrew, that dragged on for over an hour as the table turned over until finally hannah's friends outnumbered even me. she was more silent than usual, for a sort of silly reason maybe. i don't know.

and i kept draggling myself; i can't get started quite. my e-mail is daunting, for one thing. but an hour with marcantonio is restorative no matter what; even if i hadn't played for almost two weeks. i came back then and listened to cure for pain. my life isn't falling apart, but if i close my eyes i can imagine that it might be. no, my life is just fine. dancing and chatting. i'm kind of pissed off about the phoenix article on inflight, but not too much. there's these little quirps and imperfections. there's.

mark just came in and showed me his demon hunter costume