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

Saturday, October 16

i had funeral all wrong. it's a morning album! of course. this bright early, early for me after a three-hour night (get to why later) it clicked perfectest as a greeting-the-world top o' th saturday symphony, harmonious with (stillgreen) leaves waving outside and that just ineluctable throb that is the album/its all-affirming live-giving pulse, and me along with it (throb), my body echoes remembers the consumption of dancing (and still residual-sticky from it) and the opening possibilities i almost whimper too, giddy the world is a good place to be today - whatever it's worth waking up for.

and now i'm listening to gold because it will forever recall for me a moment, shining, through the westchester foliage with msr and j. richman in the middle of my last best birthday, that lasted fourteen days. will my life ever again be so overflowing? (i think so.) three years past - seems short, for now.

last night, oh, first i can say that it was my best canvassing day (where day ≈4:30-8:15) yet, really pretty rockstar, with 70attempts 42contax 8volunteers ≥3swingsswung and really just some very affecting, effective (i think) conversations with nice folks. it was all about cricklewood circle, the epicenter of excellence (in politeness, politics, and prodigious phosphorescent pumpkins), more than making up for the accurately named shady lane where oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god they were all mostly bushies or refusers try'na tell me i'm obnoxious or that "we're eating dinner" at four-thirty man give me a break yr not. anyway, it was good, even tho it started raining at the end, when i was talking to anthony'n'antonette. i think i'm getting into the swing.

'nthenn, back to phila via norristown office, with the unstoppable duct tape mix. tara's all 'let's go to silk city' and i'm all 'dancing yah!' and so a couple minor hissyfits and more than a couple cell calls later, there we were up in nolibs. but s.c. was unappetizingly crammed, so we wandered up third to the house party of a friend of (a friend of?) mia's. we, so you know, is darlin' tara sita, mamma mia my first-day shadowee displaying a weird histrionic side, chummy justin from langhorn, peripherally matt appleseed-cast-fan, and of course me.

make no mistake this was a beautiful party, everybody friendly and welcoming even though i only vaguely figured out who actually lived there, lovely backdeck w/ keg, plentiful thc (as in, toll house cookies), and most best a sweet sweet dj spinning the slick rick stevie wonder native tongues tom tom club n.w.a. unidentifunk jean-jacques perry which i was somehow thinking was alex gopher (and later on, poppin' instrumentals for the fly in-house mcs). i extended a how-many-degrees-now? invite to louisa, and man was i set, barefoot dancefloor livingroom, my pair of statuesque blondes, i think i danced for at least three hours straight, working the umfundalai and couchfalls and just whatever, h.c.g.d.a. for sure. it was but precisely what i needed, tho i was just as surprised as anyone i had the energy reserves to do that. some nice compliments.

'round about four mia's ready to go, so justin tara and i stroll back to his car, she's telling us about her past-life regressionist seance and working the dead shift at silk city the diner, i take the wheel cuz i'm the definitely by now sober one (was this my first time driving in philly? can't remember) and it takes a while to find our way back (to pick up m.m.), duct tape disc 2 now, and drop her over to 18th'n'callowhill before we return to the scene of for some waffle and huevos. how much fun? just insanely nice times, good company, hilarity abundant, no reason for it to end except when the formaldehyde decaf hits (not me) and the wall-o-matic steals my quarter instead of letting us hear lulu. justin ended up coming here to crash for a few hours (he was gone by the time i got up); we didn't arrive until six, just in time to witness the sneaky delivery of my first nytimesmag (ta!); i half-retroactively declare this a part of the birthday festivities.

so, damn. dunno what's on for today but i'm excited to find out.

and tremble like a flower