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Aijung
Alyssa
Angela
Bobby
Carla
Dave
Ester
Jesse
Jonah
Josie
Kate
Lillie
Nori
Rabi
Rebecca

Mincetapes

e-mince

Photos!

Nice

Archives:

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
Sicko
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
Juno
Enchanted
What Would Jesus Buy?
Ghost World
Superbad
I'm Not There
She's The Man
Superbad
Lars and the Real Girl
Romance and Cigarettes
No Country for Old Men
Into the Wild
Gattaca
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, May 8

since my last 'real' post (which, i notice, is also a retro back to a friday):

friday: weather was good, i remember. enough breeze to power hannah's/my defective plastic pinwheel at just the right angle (only when it was facing toward us.) nothing at trinity as usual (oh, except 2001 cds) looked like fct was going to get out early after all, but instead we watched derrida (amusing but not as good as wittgenstein). then the weekend/summer started for real. gary and ben sauntered over after radio, through the english dept. picnic, which made me think of last year's (kendall's horseshoes, veggies on the grill.) gary got excited about the burgers, then regaled a decent-sized group of us with some of his patented guitarmagicalness (inc. instrumental "spiderwebs" - did you know he wrote that?) and tales of life in the biz (apparently, he was the one who came up with The Only Band That Matters - i think when you've been around long enough you must have done something someone's heard of. it's been interesting to see who knows him from what.)

and there was liza's (oh, preview) performance. last-minute loincloth/diaper; black sleeveless. there was far more fruit than audience, but that's okay because because there were two of my favorite people there, or certainly my two favorite alumni: rae i mostly anticipated (though you never know), with friend leah, who looks a lot like liz singreen in a few years. but the other i never know when to expect. (right now i do, frinstance, and where is she? tennessee already?) the show was a bit stumbly (tango was the worst i've done in a while) but good-natured. talk-back didn't so much happen, we just ate more of the chili-lime-apples, and they started the set-up for lukie's elaborate surprise party. to entertain my guests, we took a long circuitous route through the woods for campfire chai. drummy conversing; pixies 12" in my room; crunchy mp3s in sodden paces. we went back to the crum, but i left after sleeping for an hour. it was cold and my bed is swimmy. and that way i get to be woken up by the phone.

~

saturday! worthstock has already been nicely summed up by ben. there's lots of details of course, but i don't think too much needs to be added. smashing and huge is right! the stupid frank thing was the only blip, and that was already fait accompli and forgotten by the time the fest started. some moments: okgo blasting as we cruised across the lawn in the carefully labelled "worthstock transport system"; i told people to come forward and they did; alyssa getting a ducktail from becca during gary's first set; the national steel (older than he is!) made the sun come out; watching the grill take care of itself; so much of the festival did in fact - people did what had to be done, only stuff like the harrises' cranberry juice needed specific attention. turnout was bigger earlier and throughout than last year. the folks played long long sets - by the end of gary's second one it was almost not amazing anymore, except that it was. corey duetted with him and with ian thomas (in worthstock tradition, a surprise last-minute addition to the lineup.) and django was just as fantastic as everything else. even gary was skanking.

silly newsorgans made it seem like the effort was mostly his or mines. no: we did it. crunkadelia (should have been on the posters!) for lack of a better name, strikes again. now that's a fucky (in the best sense.)

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