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

Friday, October 18

i´m in iceland!

and now i present this, from a sticky on my retrieved powerbook :

>>>>>>>>alyssa and i work on interpreting the lyrics of elliott smith's "angeles," and she quotes from her buddhism reading. hannah in a towel turban reads an iraqi ethnography and drinks from a salsa jar the oj-spritzer-triple sec-vodka concoction i made her. claire's got her powerbook out too, tapping away at her record of swat memories, hoping to bring it up to date, but currently mired in sophomore spring, which is prompting all sorts of recollections from the three of us that were around for it. and by now i've cycled through all the photos and stickies and other non-internet-reliant diversions to be had from this one, shy of music apps. so i guess it's time to proxy blog. i brought the computer thinking to maybe do some record reviews, but at least i can get this out of it.

we had two days of gorgeous, and this one has been all rain. the first one was driving up: a nice trip, starting on schedule almost even, after bagels and gas. tracking coloration in the foliage as we headed north - 10-15% at first, and shooting up to glorious 75% or so by northern penna. real fally. coldplay, rufus, red-blooded americans, everything. we met with my folks at a restaurant in watertown. they had hot drinks, we had food; i had a lot of food, like a spinach-bacon salad and an open-face reuben.

we got here by 7, and it already felt late. we all did nothing. reading, tea-drinking. hannah and i played scrabble, or rather we played most of a game. someday perhaps i'll finish a game with her. [i did have two 98-point turns in this game: ZIPS and ZONE with the Z on a double and S on a triple, and RESHORN.]

life here isn't worth writing about, it's so so immensely worth living. this is my home and hearth, my resting place and i love i love i love being here. and i want to spend it with you.

tuesday was as gorgeous as monday, and therefore we slept in and got around to going outside, for a long meandering walk. when we tired of the rangerschool trails and roads, we crossed a memorial bridge to nowhere and 'shwhacked up into a hill, dawdled inspecting leaves on antlers and bugs on logs. everything was picturesque. i sang aloud "flowers never bend" and then some shins songs, which are all about sunlight and nature. i think my companions may have had their faith shaken, but i led us back via some fortuitous paths, and we arrived home safe.

drive to the store for a couple extra ingredients for the evenings victuals. the meal we prepared, mostly adapted from the moosewood - big pot of chili, "mexican" cheesy corn bread, mashed acorn squash - was generous and autumnal. when it's all there is to do, there's nothing better than cooking. plus reading and dancing and guitar playing. all my favorite music: i'm with stupid, kiko, quality control, get lost, and more throughout the weekend.

if today is wednesday, it rained all day long. it was a cold rain, it's a hard rain, like the kind you find in songs [POLL: how many of you think this lyric is a bob dylan reference. raise your hands] it's nice to watch it through our big windows, and depending on which way the wind blows it's often hard to tell that it's still raining at all. i couldn't convince anyone to go out except hannah and i walked around the island and then through the woods to the store, where she bought film and klondike bars to sit in the gazebo eating in the rain. this rain was different from the swat rain. and nobody would go boating with me in the rain.

at some point i finished the boyle, started borrowed borrowed kundera. we had orts for dinner, plus a corn/pear/lettuce/something salad. the squash wasn't a big hit, but i liked it. carrot-squash soup was creamy good. hannah made splendidly chewy oatmeal cookies while i made a (one match, to light a candle) fire in the sweat lodge. but i left the door open, so it didn't get hot. we tried again a while later and it still didn't get too hot, but it was still nice.

it seems like elliott smith has a thing about "balancing" profanity in his songs: if he says "fuck," he's very likely to say "shit" a few lines later. some examples:

he's fucking up even the simplest lines/…i'll be the only shit that's left behind
trying to occupy space: what a fucking joke/…i always feel like shit
and feel like shit the morning after/…situations get fucked up