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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

Sunday, September 17

little mnemo

got that lurchy liminal viscerality that three-plus drinks and the late night before will do you. it's been a grand day for living, long-time-no sunday pants you know, sun and a full slate of exquisite divertment: movie, confection, repast.

first -- almodovar's women on the verge of a nervous breakdown (the title is actually better in english.) the translation may be loose but the movie is, as i leaned over and told ang, ridiculous in its awesomeness. most acutely so in the cinematic giddiness of the opening 20 minutes, but almost equally the beautifully-pitched farce that makes up the tonally-distinct main body of the film. viva pedro indeed - i'm psyched for the rest of this series though i don't get why they're out of order. and the previews were almost as exciting: volver, renaissance, gondry, zhang yimou. (it's fall alright.)

then -- the franklin fountain, and the parisian flip i've been craving for a good week now (as i flip for paris: coincidence?), happily achieved, if not in precisely the ideal moment. alongside that a tripled-spooned double-scoop of coconut and licorice (again! gray, like k8's pants), and a half-game of scrabble, somewhat the faheyan free-associative "gypsy" variety, with a point of clarification from the vietnamese woman sitting nearby. also some readings from brother i-sven's psychic soviet.

and then the satisfaction of my second recent restaurantal hankering, early dinner at rangoon (whoa, the newly redesigned menu-cum-cultural-primer looks so much better than that website.) that one was even more fulfilling. and we left full-feeling, but, i think, just at that perfect level; the delicate threshold another bite would dash; food nirvana. (jungle tofu and 1000-layer bread deliver as always, but this time i think the clustery and intensively flavored tea leaf salad took the cake. gotta love a salad you can eat with a spoon.) here's the deal w/ pulses, btw. (no wiki on vatana, eek!)

the fellowship on this whole deal was, i sorta mentioned, tara and kate. (also angela and here-and-back-again guen just for the first part.) we cotton well, the loopy literarity is sprightly but felt, that inimitable tarasitan insistent connectivitization goes (even) better with a common counterpoint on this side of the wide-eyed divide. and hey that's three days to make our weekend.

the afooorementioned drinks were at last night's cabaret: redeeming three drink tickets finally exhausting the bounty of my various, more and less useful, volunteery activities, which i'd been reaping readily since the 1st. all told, as i was impressed to calculate, it made for seventeen philly fringe/live arts performances attended, only five of which i paid in money for. (and nine of them this long weekend alone.) lovely stuff, many memorable shows and just generally a fun project; i'll have more to report shortly, and perhaps i'll eventually figure out my favorite(s).

for now's purposes - the culmination of it all was the goofy concert/(very much felt like an "an evening with...") of king britt 'n' dj spooky, at the "rotunda cathedral" (uh since when?) and then the same pair on the decks at the cabaret post- megaparty. my opinion of neither is particularly improved, but in both settings i preferred britt - first his strangely engaging ambient next-to-nothing-out (the psychedelic speckles on the rotunda ceiling certainly helped), then his, at least, uninterruptedly rhythmic, if utilitarian, house and remixcore offerings at the cab, a relief after borderline jerkabout inscrutability from that wacky "subliminal kid" spooky ("satisfaction" remix wha?) better anyway after the second and third of those drink tickets, and especially after tara brought me a tuft of phlox to adorn my specs, but besides the point was company and that was all nice - finally got to fringe with lizo too. the dancing... was not nearly as good as two sundays ago, but whatevs. i was out til past 4, then up til 6 chatting with gabe. [minor bad part: was forcibly made to relinquish a bit of money on spring garden, maybe-ironically on the way back from walking ang home.]

what did i want to say anyway? things are good. the fest was the best and i'm happy too that it's over and i can get back into the rest. like reading tolstoy (got some catching up to do in the next two days if'n i'm to stay on track), feeding myself (getting into the swing on this one - nova/neufchatel/scallion omelets of late, and sandwiches; enhanced menu planning coming soon), bloglogloglin' (snerf), and, most of most, working on being a deejay yay! i guess i'll get to that some other time soon too. guess i'll watch nausicaä with gabe now. he's studying russian and just yawned.

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