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

Thursday, November 11

we minced

i'll give this titling business a shot. i am a fan of titles, after all (whyever else would i have bought cocquelicot asleep in the poppies: a variety of whimsical verse yesterday?) and names and subject headings and the like. putting words into relationships with one another and with things. this occurred to me today, as i was washing dishes for about the hundredth time this week, as one that would work well after the pattern had already been established. but it will have to serve as an inception instead. no promises about how long i keep this up.

this is yesterday we're talking about. we ran, we walked, we shopped, and then we minced, well, actually maybe nothing, but we did dice onions and carrots, cube apples and sweet potatoes, julienne (perchance?) leeks and peppers. the garlic we just roasted, along with the squash and the pumpkin, and later their seeds. and then we blendt, or more precisely pureed, frapped, liquefied, whatever, the summa, each batch a shade more autumnal than the last.

as it simmered further, something (the same malevolent household spirit who, immediately subsequently, caused an ice tray to fall on the floor and disperse, and then a fridge-door-retaining-bar to give way?) incited the pot to launch a pellet of orange-hot potage directly into my right cheek, narrowly missing my (admittedly glass-protected) eye but spattering also onto my right upper lip. now, thirty hours after the fact, my upper cheek is disconcertingly raw and purple, looking like i was attacked by something rather more aggressive than soup. (the good news is it looks a lot worse than it felt or feels.) [update; seventy-two hours atf: still purple, but starting to scab, prognosis positive -ed.]

i'd kind of had it with cooking the soup by that point; even though it could use and eventually did receive additional spicing, i was ready to eat and be sated. and so. we supped. i was pretty psyched about it for an improvised recipe, especially garnished with salty seeds (squash were clearly superior to pumpkin) and that feta, and a pumpernickel toasty. mmhm.

does that account for a whole blog entry? it accounted for an impressive amount of the day. the logic of hunger does not apply anymore - without breakfast, i can happily last a day entirely outside of the kitchen, but the more i cook and eat, the more i just want to keep cooking and eating (garlicky broccoli rabe, fried excess pumpkin for breakfast, eggs in various forms, orts aplenty - both soups, sweetbread, bread pudding, still!rice, peanut sauce, and a pair of moo shu pancakes from germantown monday that only grew more indescribably delectable in the fridge.) m'wave seems inferior for reheating of soup, but this has yet to be methodically tested. other people's dietary requirements come to me in the form of culinary challenges. food is better than politics.

[coming soon!: top ten songs; election eve photo series; slugabed notequals lazibones; damn louisa and her FOXINESS; i don't believe in bad weather.]

today i have achieved absolutely naught