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 1

mmmm time to post. not like i can or will even try to do justice to this last my it's been a goodly while hasn't it, since i've told you real things about my real life. i could probably, if i tried (i think my approach would be working backwards), remember most of what's happened, but really why. it keeps going, it's full of stuff, the way things go in the not-quite-spring. i'm a little afraid that one day it will stop, not really stop, but not be like that anymore, you know, full of doing things and thinking others and being generally happy.

but i figured the least i could do was start this new month off write, er right, and put something up here in case you wanted it. actually, r and i did our wimpy best to uphold the grandolde monthstarting tradition. only got knee-deep, cuz despite the lovely air it's still about 31º in the crick (said becca; only liquid because it's impure.) still, a beautiful night for a woods walk, especially what with the slightly-hazed moon (which looks to me nigh on half, so i dunno what our astronomer friend was talking about.)

so the least is i'll tell you about this funny, sunny weekend. i didn't spend enough of it outside (there'll be more, remember; eventually we'll even forget to appreciate it) but otherwise no major complaints. friday was best - after our best film theory class yet (which isn't saying much, but it was pretty good), there was a bit of running around and minor crisis mode (logistical, not emotional), but we got it squared, took the s.m. drums and made the gig on time.

it was all these things i hadn't done in way too long, like play small-group jazz (a quintet of old friends and new, but all happily competent, so we could fool around with time and feels, some loose solos in the second set, after a few glasses of wine, and polka-monk and funk-mingus [not to be confused with mink fungus]) and be inside a house (and the hollister's is quite possibly the largest i've ever been in - "when the revolution comes, fifteen families will live [there]" instead of two people. but at least they're nice people who gave us good food and drink and money.)

straight from there to the hollertronix throwdown. nice nice, just a big party; they reminded me of 2 many djs with just a tad longer attention span, and less obscure tastes. i think my favorite bit was "you shook me all nite long" > "i believe in a thing called love" > "i'm really hot", but there were some even better more mashed up parts too. anyway.

yesterday there was brunchfest and b.p., and we learned to play a kinks song (maybe my favorite one too) damnwell. then threw a water balloon at somebody. that evening laura and i had dinner at fork with her mom and pop and sister sarah. also nice. i (almost) always (often) like families, especially other peoples families, which sometimes seem so arbitrary. it almost felt like i could be out eating with any family in particular. but it was nice that it was this one, with these people. the food was real good too, salad and crispy striped bass with accoutrements, but maybe best (?) ginger crème bruleé, with a sprig of baby mint to make it taste like kissing me after i've brushed my teeth.

discrepancy back on campus - i didn't see dirty pretty things
(which is okay, i've seen a lot of films lately - the most recent best being northfork, which is totally sweet and fresh for all its somewhat overbearing absurdity; also very pretty.) instead found myself at vgg (toby made it worthwhile) and then at two parties neither of which felt right at the time even though they were both fine i'm sure. that was the night.

and today i wore the pants and wrote a seminar paper. good one too, even though at the start i had no idea what i'd be able to say to fill the length i eventually exceeded. and done in time it would have been to catch the ozzies, but our tv doesn't work like that, so instead it was in time to putz a bit and then play a rather lengthy (ten hands?) rubber over to tarble atrium, with erik opposite candy and lo. and then the dipping. so we're up to speed, yes?

except, it's been a spot of end-of-weekend start-of-month let-down since i got home. um. jeez. i'm just no good at this thing where caring about people makes me feel like i'm doing something wrong. even when it is, supposedly, okay. okay. whatever. so i'm going to bed. i'm sure i'll feel better in the morning. and then i'll have six or so hours of seminar to get through/with. and then on thursday i'm going to london. sorry for the long sentences.

you are worth the worry
and you're worth the pain
you are worth the trouble
i would do the same