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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

Saturday, January 11

so, i've probably accumulated enough stuff to write about to fill another marathon post (even with the sloth and drullery of breaklife, time still adds up i guess) but i'll try to keep this more shortish. i wrote what i want to write now last night, mostly, and then it got erased. then my timeframe was to get to sleep and wake up ~8 to (finally) take my five-hour (nys residents know what i mean; actually it wasn't so bad - the instructor for the first two hours was likable and intelligent, and knew how to wear a moustache, the lady for the next two [the alcohol/drug segment, complete with 1970's vintage educational film] was totally incoherent but at least she had a sense of humor.), now it's to go thriftshopping in a half-hour with aijung and martha, then iceskating and maybe a friend gathering.

on the cinematic front: the other night i went with aijung (driving a roundabout route to regal regal henrietta, with pause) and katie z. (just back from bolivia, where she studied water politics in a town with a funny name) to see chicago, which was tremendous. so entertaining, just really really so good. it makes you wonder why the don't make movie musicals so much anymore. maybe lack of material? - they have to plunder the (sort of) classics (although i didn't know this show at all.) of course, none of it makes much sense, but who cares? what a cast! (queen latifah and john c. reilly, who get one stellar number each, were especially enjoyable.) ironic that the only real music theatre star in the movie (my fellow alumnus, scot-taye!) didn't get to sing and barely got any screen time.

last night, meanwhile, after we went to see my sister's bowling meet (some impressive players, also quiana jospeh was there, of all people), but before we met my dad for some completely passable italian at some new place they've discovered, the moms [that's an ij reference - the book, well, it's entertaining to be sure, but very hard to read. it's really work.] and i went to see the pianist. another (and entirely other) marvelous movie - totally engrossing (2.5 hr length notatallwithstanding), powerful, effective. my response wasn't as violently physical as ester's, but i was equally impressed. i really appreciated lots of delicate and thoughtful details that helped create great emotional effect without melodrama or sentimentality. the always so-subtly implicit, but rarely directly addressed, role that his in fact being a pianist plays in his story, both literally and symbolically. the perfectly placed moment of [black my mom says, but i think not] humor right at the final moment of danger. some historical questions - what was all of that shooting and explosions that seemingly devastated the entire city, before liberation, long after evacuating the ghetto - surely not just the polish underground? [also, i wonder, idly, whether anyone has ever made a holocaust film in the style of a horror movie rather than a historical drama. it might be hard to do in taste.]

to contrast that totally, martha i watched the first 3/4 of empire records, which i'd never seen. i'm pleasantly surprised - it's certainly better than reality bites, dazed and confused, or that other one. better acting, better script. i'll have to reserve judgment until i see the end though.

encounters with corporate media distribution outlets: i went to borders to exchange a big french dictionary (one of 3 i got for xmas) and a dvd (the who, live in like 1998 or something, which was cool but i would have watched it exactly once). not only did they give me nearly seventy bucks, they gave it to me in cash, which was a shock (i didn't have a receipt or anything.) meanwhile, over at barnes and noble, they have this nifty system where you can scan any cd's bar code at a listening station and hear the first 30 seconds or so of each track. that means you could listen to half of the commercial album.

other than that, i've been restringing my pop's guitar and trying to fake my way through the excellent elliott smith tabs at, writing some long e-mails back and forth with hannah, and almost nobody else. i've been only mediocrely proactive about getting together with friends. but maybe that'll change tonight.

i remember everything
the words we spoke on freezing south street