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

Monday, February 17

weekend? well, it kind of feels like it's still going on. there was class today, but it was inconsequential (about half of french showed up; bio was surprising packed but what we talked about was definitely not "organismal and population" - what gives?), and there was (duh) no tap, and shortened jazz. monday afternoon activities are weekendy anyway - looks kind of regular like: radio, review-writing, cooking for co-op (come to co-op people! turnout today was almost pathetic.)

the weekend, now that i think about it, was pretty eventful. the big news, if you haven't heard by now, i'm sure you will soon. my hair got cut, thanks rebecca - i asked for a trim and it's rather more; most people seem not to have noticed, oddly, since it's pretty striking to me, but those who do say nice things. on saturday alyssa and i went to qüb for some perfectly acceptable bubble-tea and cucumber maki (congratulations are in order to atanasiu and fellow entrepreneurs.) then to the rjd2 show at haverford. that was awesome. sweaty underground (literally) hip-hop, nestled between laundry room and a mightily impressive student-run cafe. it was almost like an actual party in an actual place. and rj is a phenom. he took a really smart approach to playing the stuff live - seems like he must have pressed special "instrumental" versions of his tunes for the tour which lack some of the samples and hooks on the original, so that he could then mix the sampled records in live. sometimes he had 4 turntables going at once. no doubt it was partly because i could watch his hands the whole time, and he was about five feet away from me - but i enjoyed his live set tons of times more than dj shadow's this summer. the crowd seemed to be about half swatties. i came home to some surprises as well.

liza's looney lear just gets more and more exciting - i get to be helicoptered (right?) wwf-style, goose-step a stilt-chase through an imaginary labyrinth, eat someone's apple to death. we did about eight sun-salutations in rehearsal yesterday, which was a little ironic. oh yes - as you know, there's a lot of snow about. i wasn't even thinking in terms of blizzard until i made it to sharples yesterday afternoon, just, as rebecca said in the morning, "it's pouring snow." and beauty-ful. i'll refrain from poetry - others have taken care of it. strange - it's coming down mostly powdery, getting right in my pockets and up my jeans as i slid down from the elephant tree today. there was sleety-hail for a while, then briefly fluffy. then it stopped and started and stopped. apparently, it's supposed to start up again in a little while. i want it all.

one more thing: jolly's bollywood party (shoulda been dubbed jollywood) was a great success, in a ridiculous jocelyn way. yummy pakoras and bombay sapphire; amy, joc and sis in pink saris. i was there for a good 2.5 hours, most of which i spent as default dj (phil didn't show). i only had a small handful of cds to work with, and even fewer that i knew: midnite vultures, the lonely robot, do you party?, phrenology, and greatest hits from james brown and prince (1). luckily, those are like the party essentials, so it was no problem. even if i was the only one dancing most of the time. [one moment of pure beauty: the sudden-folk outro of "milk and honey" in perfect sync with the a cappella intro of "7" - w/o headphones mind you.]

tonight is quiet. i pick at picking up my room. haven't glanced at semantics yet. millions now living will never die. a nice little chat party chez timin, who (it makes me smile inside) turns to my mixes for comfort in these times of valentines disaster.

from the splinter in the hand
to the thorn in the heart
to the shotgun to the head,
you've got no choice but to learn to glean solace from pain
or you'll end up cynical or dead