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, March 3

i hid the kit in the lang stairwell, ran another load of laundry, went to the co-op and purchased a pound of garlic and a roll of aluminum foil. with a paperclip from alyssa, a knitting needle from laurel, a huge (nearly life-size) wooden cross from mark, and the ball of twine that i had bought at the bookstore the day before for last minute snare repair, i was able to fashion the latter into rebecca's props.

her skit went off better than i'd anticipated, augmented by a purple cloakish thing and great black curly wig that somehow worked perfectly as a kind of beethovenian vampire hunter costume. of course, the crowning touch was the garlic necklace, some of which may or not make it into your co-op dinner tonight. gabe's colorful make-up job (courtesy of joanna) was also excellent. and left quite a mark on her neck (the garlic wasn't a very effective deterrent.)

as for my screw, i'm told it was adorable, but i think it made a lot more sense from her perspective (Hey! look at this!). as i experienced it: i was blindfolded, herded somewhere, hoisted into the air, told to cry for help, and then suddenly i was vertical again and there she was. my hero! congratulations are due to becca for getting it right, the third time around.

not much time to take in the rest of the screwiness; i ran home to tux and laundry, then back up to parrish for the overpriced but suitably substitute-classy tennis team preform. free for me - i was in the band. oh, the joys of unrehearsed realbook-mining background performances. it's been forever since i've had a completely comfortable combo date, musicianship-wise. certainly not since i've been in college. even the tunes that everyone purportedly knew (and it was hard to find those) were a bit tenuous. i don't think i was able to take an unambiguous solo at any point for failings of form and communication. but still it was fun (and not that anyone in attendance had anything but glowing comments afterwards about "good live jazz," which i had no choice but to accept.) bhardwaj joined us on piano most of the time, and lela on a few numbers. the third set (we switched off with the mostly-inaudible oscar and emily) was most fun to play - we kicked out "now's the time" and "blue bossa" without too much trouble, took "st. thomas" way too slow, and went sufficiently far out "chameleon" to satisfy me and stymy(ie?) most of the others.

that accomplished, i went upstairs to rescue my beautiful date from her studying, to go to the actual dance. she made up for it. forcibly, by tipsily fawning friends, but also because this was the worst formal party i've been to at swarthmore, and yet i had a fantastic time. we duly noted the awfulness of the party - dearth of lighting, bizarre pointless projection, typically uninspiring swatparty music (it was actually pleasant, rather than frustrating, when the dj played "work it" for the second time) with exasperation potential compounded by the fact that this was one of those venerated off-campus djs that cost the big bucks (despite these played-out gripes, it should be noted that i do commend my ex-committee-members for the adequate supply of cups and decent junk food) - and then essentially dismissed it and proceeded to enjoy ourselves. i didn't dance with anyone else the whole time, which is certainly a first. (it seemed like a lot of people were sticking in their twosomes - of course, it helped that one could barely see anybody beyond a few feet.) by the end (at least he played "like a prayer"), we were swooping and swirling with pieces of the plastic carpet. in the parlance of ester the cowardly mutant pizza turtle: whoosh!

if it's a dirty shirt you've got to take it off