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

Thursday, January 16

i now have more pants than god. (as they say.) a definite advantage of mallshopping over thriftshopping: i tried nearly as many pairs saturday at VoA as monday at eastview, an astronomically higher percentage of the latter fit (well, since none of the former did). although for some reason the pants at kaufmann's fit a lot better than the ones at lord and taylor's. i went shopping with my parents and ended up with seven pairs (some of which i was tricked into by the buy one get one deals) plus two belts. then yesterday i went to archimage and got some loose earthy recycled pants for dance classes. also some joolery.

not much break left. time has been going surprisingly quickly; the days seems so short. also impressive: i haven't gotten bored at all. i think i've been generally productive: room-cleaning, make-mixing, lots of practicing (shostakovich, smith). i found used life and death of the great american cities within a minute of entering the brownbag bookshop. yesterday i went to the rochester hearing and speech center to have molds made of my ears: twice (because she didn't realize the first time how deep they had to be), janey mixed together some white stuff and some green stuff and squirted it in, sealing me into a little muffled soundworld until it hardened to the consistensy of spongy rubber. so they'll send me some purple earplugs in a few weeks.

regrets: i haven't done really any songwriting or electronic musicfoolery. didn't get a chance to see ruth (my old piano teacher, who was in london until the other day), although i did talk to her for a while this morning, and played her some sinfonias over the phone. i haven't seen much of my friends either, though not really for lack of trying.

i finished fast food nation today: it's not as well-written or alarming as suburban nation (i'm more convinced that cars are the cause of all of our problems than that fast food is. but that's partly because cars are the cause of fast food.) and he has a tendency to ramble off topic within his clever headings. but still, a very enjoyable read, with lots of startling revelations. it ends on an optimistic note, but the problems he outlines are pretty discouraging and its hard to imagine they'll improve much soon. it makes me even less inclined to eat fast food than i am anyway - except that sometimes it makes me want to eat fast food because it talks about it so much.

oh yeah, and i saw adaptation. sorry, but i'm not convinced. to be sure, it's enjoyable, with remarkable acting from all corners, and lots of cute moments. but it's nowhere near as bizarre or original as malkatraz - more on par with the somewhat unfairly ignored human nature, which isn't to say it's bad. my main complaint is that it's so painfully self-indulgent on the part of kaufman. ultimately, the problem with this trend of "post-modern" movies is that all of this stuff (playing with time, perspective, layers of reality, etc.) has been going on in literature for over fifty years - not that it doesn't often work extremely well in movie format (momento, fight club, malkovich, pi, etc. what else again?), it's just not enough for a movie to have multiple layers for it to be interesting. i really enjoyed the laroche/orleans stuff, but kaufman's "story" trying fairly fast. of course, it does make me curious about what he's really like. as they say in the movie, it's the last act that makes or breaks it (although i don't think that's necessarily always true), and i actually rather enjoyed the ending, but it's not quite as clever as it could have been.

okay, then. see you tomorrow (if you're ester), or someothertime soon.

throughout the night
when there's no direct light
and a thin veil of clouds keep the stars out of sight
i can smell the colors outside on my lawn
the moist green organic that your feet tread upon