Thursday, February 20
last night, as i was standing outside olde club waiting for the rest of my rock band to show up, i saw a bunny hop along through the snow. i take it as a portent. bunny season is, indeed, coming early this year.
this morning early i saw someone at the top of sharples, covertly inserting target advertising supplements into copies of the phoenix.
here are some fun things to do:
think of the people you know with the last name "brown," and imagine that their last name is actually "brow."
stand in front of the water fountain in western parrish first until it is triggered by your presence, then step away and watch as the last bit of water makes its last arc through the air.
one nice thing about hotmail is that the daily msn exclusives business (at least the headlines, i wouldn't know about the content) is so entertaining. among todays offerings:
•Is your name secure?
•Slides: Picasso vs. Matisse
also, there's sometimes an ad which asks: could the antichrist be alive today?
sometimes seeing food inspires songs in my head:
when i see baby lettuce, i think: "baby lechuga," to the tune of the raffi song "baby beluga."
when i see sharples' famous pineapple soufflé, i think: "pinneaple soufflé," to the tune of the prince song "raspberry beret."
today i noticed: sharples serves apple fritters as part of "breakfast bar", but i don't think they ever offer them as an actual breakfast item.
another thing i was thinking about, related to music: the first time i heard of pavement was when i heard that they were trey anastasio's favorite band. maybe that has colored my impressions of pavement, but i think that they and phish are actually very similar in a lot of ways. their instrumental and compositional style. and maybe their lead singers voices too. actually, perhaps pavement sound more like the grateful dead than phish do.
the best parts of today: contact improv inspiration from unexpected sources. listening to dylan, oasis, the microhpones, and pavement in a rapid succession while i got ready for the day. practice professions/confessions. the funny bits of marienbad. i'm really working for the weekend now, but it will be here soon.
say i'm a fool
say i'm nothing
but if i'm a fool for you,
oh, that's something
this morning early i saw someone at the top of sharples, covertly inserting target advertising supplements into copies of the phoenix.
here are some fun things to do:
think of the people you know with the last name "brown," and imagine that their last name is actually "brow."
stand in front of the water fountain in western parrish first until it is triggered by your presence, then step away and watch as the last bit of water makes its last arc through the air.
one nice thing about hotmail is that the daily msn exclusives business (at least the headlines, i wouldn't know about the content) is so entertaining. among todays offerings:
•Is your name secure?
•Slides: Picasso vs. Matisse
also, there's sometimes an ad which asks: could the antichrist be alive today?
sometimes seeing food inspires songs in my head:
when i see baby lettuce, i think: "baby lechuga," to the tune of the raffi song "baby beluga."
when i see sharples' famous pineapple soufflé, i think: "pinneaple soufflé," to the tune of the prince song "raspberry beret."
today i noticed: sharples serves apple fritters as part of "breakfast bar", but i don't think they ever offer them as an actual breakfast item.
another thing i was thinking about, related to music: the first time i heard of pavement was when i heard that they were trey anastasio's favorite band. maybe that has colored my impressions of pavement, but i think that they and phish are actually very similar in a lot of ways. their instrumental and compositional style. and maybe their lead singers voices too. actually, perhaps pavement sound more like the grateful dead than phish do.
the best parts of today: contact improv inspiration from unexpected sources. listening to dylan, oasis, the microhpones, and pavement in a rapid succession while i got ready for the day. practice professions/confessions. the funny bits of marienbad. i'm really working for the weekend now, but it will be here soon.
say i'm a fool
say i'm nothing
but if i'm a fool for you,
oh, that's something
