I would write more often--to an annoying level--if I weren't so fucking busy. Most of the time I just waste a lot of time, but this week, I really was very busy! I feel sad, the lack of sleep is catching up to me. So let us recap this hectic week, or what I remember of it.
Monday was the calm before the storm. I wrote some notes so I wouldn't forget, because what follows is very important, sort of:
3/27, my note begins. Blue Subaru. One of the twins + Kazu + a dog. V. v. cute. Can't believe they can drive. It drove into St. Marks.
To clarify, I'm surprised that the people from Blonde Redhead can drive because I think of them as a very New York band, so I just expect people from NYC to be unable to drive. But then, there's plenty of folks who aren't native to the city, like Blonde Redhead. A lot of bands either move here thinking they can get a deal or become stars; sometimes people just move here and start making music because, like, all their friends start jamming together and, y'know, shit "just happens". Do I sound like a bitch? That's not my point. My point is, I always figured Blonde Redhead would be the sort of band to walk everywhere in New York City and to ride bikes and motorcycles and horses. That is all.
Later, Claudia and I met and had a late lunch. We went to this small Thai place, aptly named Mini Thai Cafe, which was, of course, on Avenue A. (Look it up on Menupages!) We actually saw Etherea Paul walk by the place. He was probably walking home. Anyway, I'm still an idiot about Thai food, still sticking to my beloved pad thai, but seriously, it was ridiculously good. The best I've had so far.
I had plans to go see José Gonzalez, but by 6 o'clock I was feeling real fucking tired, and I went home sort of mad at myself that I'd given up instead of just waiting a little longer.
Tuesday I had a really busy day, or at least it felt like it. I had to go to a Community Board meeting. I should be writing about it for my reporting class right now. Instead I've been downloading a shitload of music videos and checking my email incessantly and... well, sort of writing this on the side. Anyway, I'll move on.
The Community Board meeting was absolutely fantastic. But even more fantastic was passing by Etherea and seeing this mess of curly hair inside the store and realizing it was Rachel, my hetero life partner! So I sort of just stood in front of the door, looking in, and just as I did, Rachel turned her head to the door, and saw me. I must be pretty ugly in real life, cos she looked pretty spooked to see me standing there.
We gabbed a bit and Louis pointed to me and said, "Aha! Repeat offender!" I didn't know what he meant. He asked me if I hadn't been in the store earlier. I was like, NO! I'M NOT THAT LAME! (Actually, I sort of am, but let's say I'm not.) Anyway, Rachel was there buying a Kraftwerk album for her brother's birthday. It is also the Kraftwerk album I've been eyeing for ages and never had the balls to buy because there's only like, 5 tracks in that album.
And this is the point where I explain that I have a short attention span, and although I can appreciate long songs, it can be brutal for me to get through them.
Whatever, so Rachel walked me to this public school where the Community Board was meeting. The meeting was so great. Three of my other classmates showed up. Anyway, this dude from NYU came, and the board members tore him apart. Ooh, they were so nasty. What's that called, schadenfreude? Yeah, I felt it as I watched him go down. This one woman was particularly compelling in arguing that NYU is fucking taking over the world, so I watched her as she slowly made her way out, and I followed her out. Except other people were affected by her, too, because it took her so long to get the hell out of the auditorium in which the meeting was held. She was taking her time talking to this man worried about Trader Joe's wine store opening, and it was very lovely watching her speak to him, except she was taking a longass time, and I really wanted her name. There was another girl, another journalism student I guess, who wanted to bother her, too. She gave us her card and we left her alone. Her name is Suzannah B Troy, and I think she's sort of awesome.
I got home very late.
Wednesday--that would be yesterday--we had a guest in my class. His name is Manuel Muñoz and he writes. He came a little late to our class because he had to get off work. He says he works at a cubicle in some publishing house. I thought he was going to be a stereotypically gay dude, just from the constant mention of homosexuality in his short story collection. Thank god he wasn't. He sat in front of us, and he was no caricature of the suffering gay artist who grapples with identity on a daily basis. Oh, it was beautiful. He was a whole person, and by the end of class I just wanted to cry, not because it was bad but because I finally understood. He shared so much with us, and his answers to our questions were so sharp, and he really wanted to hear what we had to say.
I felt like maybe he understood art. He said, "The only reason I say I wanna make it big is so that maybe someone will be able to translate it into Spanish... so my mom can read it..." It was the sort of thing that was so intimate that all I wanted to do was shout, "Pass the Kleenex, please!", just to relieve the tension. But I understood why it pained him so much, and I couldn't even do that.
After class, I went to Barnard to hear this woman, Asma Barlas, speak about her feminist interpretation of the Qur'an. Jesus--no pun intended--, that apotrophe on Qur'an is hard to place. All last night, I wrote "Qu'ran" on my notebook. Man, I feel like a moron, like when this girl told me that Muslims don't say "mosque" but "masjid". I went to this lecture for class, to substitute for not being able to go to the Jeff Chang. It was pretty interesting, if a bit heavy. I mean, talking about the word of God/Allah is heavy stuff, ain't it?
I thought the greatest thing about the whole experience was not having to show my fucking ID. At NYU, we have to show our IDs fucking everywhere. It's a hassle. Here, I felt free. If only Morningside Heights didn't suck ass as a neighborhood, I wouldn't mind going to Barnard.
Wait a minute, yeah I would. Hell yeah I would hate going to Barnard. The commute is a bitch. You'd think, "It's closer to the Bronx, easier to reach, right?" WRONG MUTHAFUCKAS! I switched so many trains because I wanted to get home as soon as possible, but ended up home at like, 11 at night. It was ridic to the nth power! GAWD! I was so fucking tired from having been up since 6 in the morning...
I should tell you, on Monday, I heard the voice of God, sort of. I listened to Odetta for the first time ever, and seriously, I felt very honored to hear it.
In other news, my Deerhoof show review is finally up. I'm very happy about that. I hope the band notices and realizes I meant well. It's not very good, but I meant well.
30 March 2006
28 March 2006
Weekend Update.
Things I have received in the past couple of weeks:
Doris gave me a copy of her comics.
Molly D. sent me a letter.
Deborah And sent me a whole package.
I feel so blessed that people think of me.
On Saturday afternoon, I was walking to the Quirowitz palace, and on 13th Street and University Place, I saw Danny Fuckin' K and I almost cried with joy because it had been way too long since I'd seen any member of Interpol on the street. Especially seeing my favorite! He's so hot! He's so short! He had a cup of coffee in his hand. Coffee! So now we see what stunted his growth. Oh lord. I'm gonna get a kick in the ass one day.
It totally made up for not being able to see Jeff Chang speak.
Steve and I found out a few hours before the book reading/talk that the event was 21+. It's such a hassle here in the city, where venues actually care about complying with the law. I mean, for a talk? I actually felt very hurt and discriminated against.
Well, whatever, I still had a lot of fun. I mean, mostly I watched Steve and Boogie-Down Nicole drink, and then J. Ro showed up, and the three of them and Claudia walked me to the train station. It felt sort of dumb being dropped off at the train to go home while they shimmied on down to a seedy Mexican bar. Yes, my dad was at the train station to pick me up. It was lame.
Sunday night, it was the same people and we all went to eat dinner at Angelika Kitchen. It was pretty decent, and vegan, and organic. The hostess girl told us a table had opened up for 4 people, so we could try to squeeze in to that one, or wait 20-30 minutes for a larger table to open up. We were like, "We're not that big..." so we took it. It wasn't too cramped. Honestly, if you live in New York City you get used to that shit, having people all up yo' ass from the lack of space. You just deal with it.
Doris gave me a copy of her comics.
Molly D. sent me a letter.
Deborah And sent me a whole package.
I feel so blessed that people think of me.
On Saturday afternoon, I was walking to the Quirowitz palace, and on 13th Street and University Place, I saw Danny Fuckin' K and I almost cried with joy because it had been way too long since I'd seen any member of Interpol on the street. Especially seeing my favorite! He's so hot! He's so short! He had a cup of coffee in his hand. Coffee! So now we see what stunted his growth. Oh lord. I'm gonna get a kick in the ass one day.
It totally made up for not being able to see Jeff Chang speak.
Steve and I found out a few hours before the book reading/talk that the event was 21+. It's such a hassle here in the city, where venues actually care about complying with the law. I mean, for a talk? I actually felt very hurt and discriminated against.
Well, whatever, I still had a lot of fun. I mean, mostly I watched Steve and Boogie-Down Nicole drink, and then J. Ro showed up, and the three of them and Claudia walked me to the train station. It felt sort of dumb being dropped off at the train to go home while they shimmied on down to a seedy Mexican bar. Yes, my dad was at the train station to pick me up. It was lame.
Sunday night, it was the same people and we all went to eat dinner at Angelika Kitchen. It was pretty decent, and vegan, and organic. The hostess girl told us a table had opened up for 4 people, so we could try to squeeze in to that one, or wait 20-30 minutes for a larger table to open up. We were like, "We're not that big..." so we took it. It wasn't too cramped. Honestly, if you live in New York City you get used to that shit, having people all up yo' ass from the lack of space. You just deal with it.
25 March 2006
Aziz is Awesome, etc.
Shit, in other news:
Aziz Ansari is awesome as proven not only in his Other Music parody, but in his recap of SXSW. Brilliant? I think so.
Also, for March 25 at 7 pm:
Jeff Chang - Can't Stop Won't Stop
TALK & BOOK SIGNING (WITH GREG TATE & SPECIAL GUESTS!)::
Haymarket Forum at Galapagos Art Forum (Williamsburg, NY)
With Special Guests!
Greg Tate, The Godfather of Hip-Hop Journalism
DJ Rekha, New York's Best DJ
Deepa Fernandes, WBAI
Andy Hsiao, The New Press
Galapagos Art Space
70 North Sixth Street, between Kent and Wythe
Williamsburg, Brooklyn
I'm hoping it'll be awesome. See you there!
Aziz Ansari is awesome as proven not only in his Other Music parody, but in his recap of SXSW. Brilliant? I think so.
Also, for March 25 at 7 pm:
Jeff Chang - Can't Stop Won't Stop
TALK & BOOK SIGNING (WITH GREG TATE & SPECIAL GUESTS!)::
Haymarket Forum at Galapagos Art Forum (Williamsburg, NY)
With Special Guests!
Greg Tate, The Godfather of Hip-Hop Journalism
DJ Rekha, New York's Best DJ
Deepa Fernandes, WBAI
Andy Hsiao, The New Press
Galapagos Art Space
70 North Sixth Street, between Kent and Wythe
Williamsburg, Brooklyn
I'm hoping it'll be awesome. See you there!
24 March 2006
"I don't like him because he's pale, I like him because he's chubby!"
First of all, I want to express how frustrating I find this one publicist to be. Whereas other publicists are absolutely attached to their computers and write responses within days, this woman sure takes her time and tells me last minute that the band she works with is available tomorrow. Well I wish she'd written sooner, because my life didn't stop for her, and I was out all day. So now I end up looking like an ass, as if I purposely ignored her. I haven't written back because I don't know what to say.
I mean, the band she works with is totally wired, one of the members has a fucking blog, so the fact that I decided to work with her instead of cutting her as a middle-man was a formality that I didn't necessarily have to follow. So why, exactly, should I have bothered with her.
Sigh. I'm not that mad, actually, it's not like I wish a pox upon her. But I'm just sad, because I wanna do a good job, and I want to give exposure to this band, and up to this point I feel like she's just gotten in the way instead of facilitating the process. I don't know.
Also, it seems like just when I felt like I had control over things, work has started piling on. I tremble in fear!
Another rant: is it just me, or is it incredibly unfair that the Hebrew Hammer totally gets killed in that new stupid-ass horror movie, Stay Alive? Why is it the beautiful, Christina Ricci-dating people that go first??
Yesterday I had quite a lovely day. I met up with Claudia for like an hour or so. It was brief but really fun. I missed her a lot. We were standing and gabbing outside the Journalism building when I saw this boy shuffle past me. I just saw him from the back but I knew exactly who he was, and I had to stop everything.
"Whoa, was that The Twat?"
Claudia nodded and cracked up.
The Twat is this boy I see from time to time, who dresses in this ridiculous hipster-like manner, and wears sunglasses all the time, even inside. When he walks, he sort of swaggers in this utterly pretentious manner that just makes you wanna choke him. Claudia is friends with a friend of The Twat's, so I looked him up on Facebook. Yes, yes. Of course he likes the Strokes and Interpol and shit like that. Of course he had to be a music student. And of course his photo albums are proof of his so-called decadent lifestyle. Yeah, I do find this kid amusing and pathetic at the same time.
Another thing that happened while with Claudia: we went to the Recorded Music Department so that I could drop off my teacher's book, and she asked me what his name is. I told her, and she's like, "I KNOW THAT GUY!" I asked, "What??" And Claudia explained that he's always on VH1 as a talking head, y'know, in those awful shows with ridiculous themes like I Love Fashion Accessories from the 90s and Worst Hair from the 80s and that sort of shit. I didn't know people actually knew my teacher. When Maria told me she knew who he was, I was very very surprised.
Well, later I met Boogie-Down Nicole, and she confirmed everything Claudia said: that my teacher is on these shows frequently and that he's snarky and that these shows are lame as fuck because supposedly the producers feed the talking heads specific lines.
I had a lot of fun with Boogie-Down Nicole, we went to Blue 9 Burger which was a relief; I have so many friends who are either vegetarian or don't like meat or SOMEthing and won't have a fucking burger with me. But y'know, Nicole ain't high-maintenance or nothing so we ate some of these imitation In-n-Out burgers and fries and soda.
We had so much fun. We agreed that for someone so ugly, Sarah Jessica Parker is awesome in Sex and the City. I know the show has been over for ages, but I don't have cable, so I only recently discovered they were showing reruns on network TV. (Hence, I also didn't know that my teacher was a talking head on VH1.)
The other important thing I have to say about my conversation with Boogie-Down Nicole is that I'm back into thinking that Marc Spitz is awesome. For a while I was like, "Ugh he's such a sorry excuse of a druggie music journalist" but now I see that his being a sorry excuse of a druggie music journalist has its charm. I think what threw me off was that part in the beginning of How Soon is Never? where the main character talks about sleeping with a lot of women who are much younger than him, and the novel is such a thinly disguised version of his life, so I always figured that was a more realistic part... what do they call it? A roman a clef, right? But seriously, he's too funny, so he can get away with this shit.
Today I had an awesome time. I woke up at 8 am because a family friend came from Chile(!) and stopped by on his way to China for a business trip. It's surreal. I forget that I didn't learn Spanish out of nowhere, and that I used to live in a place that wasn't the Boogie-Down Bronx.
I got a message from Cam to shimmy on down to his work place so I could help out with mailings. I worked on sending out José Gonzalez albums to people like Jon Pareles and my former boss!
I should mention here that I think Jon Pareles is an absolute dweeb (more like a fact!) who doesn't know how to write (I'm probably wrong on this). I declare my hatred for this man and yet I find myself reading everything he writes, simply so I can give him shit for it when necessary. Actually, I used to hate the dude a lot more, but then I found out what he looked like, and I felt bad. He's this old man... I'd feel bad trying to beat him up.
Anyway, work today was my best experience so far. I just felt like I'm getting along better with everyone. This dude walked in, and something in the air changed, and I heard him speak with a British accent, and I was like, "Oh, this dude must have authority". Except I thought maybe he was some important label dude from the UK office, but it ended up being a musician.
In the conference room, there was a whole plate of cookies. I wanted to steal one, but I connected that this musician dude was gonna be doing interviews in that room. We had to be very quiet for one of them because it was for a radio interview. The dude seemed very nice, very friendly. Before the interviews he went shoe shopping with this publicist lady. I thought they meant nice dress shoes, but they brought back hi-top Converses. Hahaha.
Later, at dinner, Rachel would tell me that made sense. When she went to England in the summer, she found out that shoes generally go for £35!
I finished work a bit later than in previous weeks, so Rachel came over to the office. We were rewarded with leftover cookies from the interviews! It was thrilling, y'all! Rachel was awesome, she sort of helped me and this other kid fill out customs forms for all these Canadian mailings. Then Rachel helped me go to the post office to drop off said mailings.
Y'know, I asked Cam if he went to see Plan B. It was this awful MTV event featuring only British artists, and it was this really lame group of NME-approved bands plus dear little Plan B. Cam and I gushed over this rappin' and croonin' and guitar-playin' talent. I wish he was more popular! But not too popular, not too overhyped. I don't want him to end up like... ahem, the Ess Oh Vee.
Cam is so awesome, I told him I was going to the José Gonzalez in-store at Other Music and he was actually like offering to guestlist me for his Tuesday show. I had to decline because I think I'm gonna have a shiiiiitload of homework and other such stressors. I asked him how early I should go to the store. I don't wanna bum around too early because, I told Cam, "They sort of hate me". Cam grinned and was like, "They hate everyone". Haha.
Anyway, after I got paid and Rachel suffered through me working, we walked down to Other Music, went to Etherea, ate at Benny's Burritos, mocked our favorite band, and then walked to the train. It was good times all around...
I mean, the band she works with is totally wired, one of the members has a fucking blog, so the fact that I decided to work with her instead of cutting her as a middle-man was a formality that I didn't necessarily have to follow. So why, exactly, should I have bothered with her.
Sigh. I'm not that mad, actually, it's not like I wish a pox upon her. But I'm just sad, because I wanna do a good job, and I want to give exposure to this band, and up to this point I feel like she's just gotten in the way instead of facilitating the process. I don't know.
Also, it seems like just when I felt like I had control over things, work has started piling on. I tremble in fear!
Another rant: is it just me, or is it incredibly unfair that the Hebrew Hammer totally gets killed in that new stupid-ass horror movie, Stay Alive? Why is it the beautiful, Christina Ricci-dating people that go first??
Yesterday I had quite a lovely day. I met up with Claudia for like an hour or so. It was brief but really fun. I missed her a lot. We were standing and gabbing outside the Journalism building when I saw this boy shuffle past me. I just saw him from the back but I knew exactly who he was, and I had to stop everything.
"Whoa, was that The Twat?"
Claudia nodded and cracked up.
The Twat is this boy I see from time to time, who dresses in this ridiculous hipster-like manner, and wears sunglasses all the time, even inside. When he walks, he sort of swaggers in this utterly pretentious manner that just makes you wanna choke him. Claudia is friends with a friend of The Twat's, so I looked him up on Facebook. Yes, yes. Of course he likes the Strokes and Interpol and shit like that. Of course he had to be a music student. And of course his photo albums are proof of his so-called decadent lifestyle. Yeah, I do find this kid amusing and pathetic at the same time.
Another thing that happened while with Claudia: we went to the Recorded Music Department so that I could drop off my teacher's book, and she asked me what his name is. I told her, and she's like, "I KNOW THAT GUY!" I asked, "What??" And Claudia explained that he's always on VH1 as a talking head, y'know, in those awful shows with ridiculous themes like I Love Fashion Accessories from the 90s and Worst Hair from the 80s and that sort of shit. I didn't know people actually knew my teacher. When Maria told me she knew who he was, I was very very surprised.
Well, later I met Boogie-Down Nicole, and she confirmed everything Claudia said: that my teacher is on these shows frequently and that he's snarky and that these shows are lame as fuck because supposedly the producers feed the talking heads specific lines.
I had a lot of fun with Boogie-Down Nicole, we went to Blue 9 Burger which was a relief; I have so many friends who are either vegetarian or don't like meat or SOMEthing and won't have a fucking burger with me. But y'know, Nicole ain't high-maintenance or nothing so we ate some of these imitation In-n-Out burgers and fries and soda.
We had so much fun. We agreed that for someone so ugly, Sarah Jessica Parker is awesome in Sex and the City. I know the show has been over for ages, but I don't have cable, so I only recently discovered they were showing reruns on network TV. (Hence, I also didn't know that my teacher was a talking head on VH1.)
The other important thing I have to say about my conversation with Boogie-Down Nicole is that I'm back into thinking that Marc Spitz is awesome. For a while I was like, "Ugh he's such a sorry excuse of a druggie music journalist" but now I see that his being a sorry excuse of a druggie music journalist has its charm. I think what threw me off was that part in the beginning of How Soon is Never? where the main character talks about sleeping with a lot of women who are much younger than him, and the novel is such a thinly disguised version of his life, so I always figured that was a more realistic part... what do they call it? A roman a clef, right? But seriously, he's too funny, so he can get away with this shit.
Today I had an awesome time. I woke up at 8 am because a family friend came from Chile(!) and stopped by on his way to China for a business trip. It's surreal. I forget that I didn't learn Spanish out of nowhere, and that I used to live in a place that wasn't the Boogie-Down Bronx.
I got a message from Cam to shimmy on down to his work place so I could help out with mailings. I worked on sending out José Gonzalez albums to people like Jon Pareles and my former boss!
I should mention here that I think Jon Pareles is an absolute dweeb (more like a fact!) who doesn't know how to write (I'm probably wrong on this). I declare my hatred for this man and yet I find myself reading everything he writes, simply so I can give him shit for it when necessary. Actually, I used to hate the dude a lot more, but then I found out what he looked like, and I felt bad. He's this old man... I'd feel bad trying to beat him up.
Anyway, work today was my best experience so far. I just felt like I'm getting along better with everyone. This dude walked in, and something in the air changed, and I heard him speak with a British accent, and I was like, "Oh, this dude must have authority". Except I thought maybe he was some important label dude from the UK office, but it ended up being a musician.
In the conference room, there was a whole plate of cookies. I wanted to steal one, but I connected that this musician dude was gonna be doing interviews in that room. We had to be very quiet for one of them because it was for a radio interview. The dude seemed very nice, very friendly. Before the interviews he went shoe shopping with this publicist lady. I thought they meant nice dress shoes, but they brought back hi-top Converses. Hahaha.
Later, at dinner, Rachel would tell me that made sense. When she went to England in the summer, she found out that shoes generally go for £35!
I finished work a bit later than in previous weeks, so Rachel came over to the office. We were rewarded with leftover cookies from the interviews! It was thrilling, y'all! Rachel was awesome, she sort of helped me and this other kid fill out customs forms for all these Canadian mailings. Then Rachel helped me go to the post office to drop off said mailings.
Y'know, I asked Cam if he went to see Plan B. It was this awful MTV event featuring only British artists, and it was this really lame group of NME-approved bands plus dear little Plan B. Cam and I gushed over this rappin' and croonin' and guitar-playin' talent. I wish he was more popular! But not too popular, not too overhyped. I don't want him to end up like... ahem, the Ess Oh Vee.
Cam is so awesome, I told him I was going to the José Gonzalez in-store at Other Music and he was actually like offering to guestlist me for his Tuesday show. I had to decline because I think I'm gonna have a shiiiiitload of homework and other such stressors. I asked him how early I should go to the store. I don't wanna bum around too early because, I told Cam, "They sort of hate me". Cam grinned and was like, "They hate everyone". Haha.
Anyway, after I got paid and Rachel suffered through me working, we walked down to Other Music, went to Etherea, ate at Benny's Burritos, mocked our favorite band, and then walked to the train. It was good times all around...
22 March 2006
Oh Lord.
Well, I give up. Earlier in the week I was trying to avoid as much human contact as possible, but it's sort of impossible. I mean, when I see someone I know, my first thought is to go, "Hi!" So that's what I did.
Yesterday I spoke to J. Ro and even though there was one specific point that upset me, the conversation was very lovely. And why not? I talked to him about the glories of The Langley Schools Music Project. And he defended the Arctic Monkeys.
Then today I met Diana My Former LJ Stalker, which was okay, though she seemed more than happy to part ways with me when we bumped into Etherea Paul. I tried to explain to Paul what a bitch it is to try and deal with publicists. I don't know why, especially since he's had plenty of experience dealing with crap from annoying publicists.
Later on I went to bother dear little Boogie-Down Nicole at her work place. We giggled over stuff. As always.
I miss Rachel. I wish she was feeling a little nicer.
My crush came to me in a dream last night. He was like, "Why did you wish me happy birthday?" I was like, "I don't know..." I couldn't give him a straightforward answer. Sheesh. Even in my dream, I was romantically inept. Anyway, this crush is pretty much over as far as I can tell. It was from afar and more than a little bit ridiculous. I mean, having a crush on Michel Gondry (his off. site is down maintenant), Steve Buscemi, Mike White, and Buck 65? Completely understandable. Having a crush on a real boy who was in my class? Please.
Yesterday I spoke to J. Ro and even though there was one specific point that upset me, the conversation was very lovely. And why not? I talked to him about the glories of The Langley Schools Music Project. And he defended the Arctic Monkeys.
Then today I met Diana My Former LJ Stalker, which was okay, though she seemed more than happy to part ways with me when we bumped into Etherea Paul. I tried to explain to Paul what a bitch it is to try and deal with publicists. I don't know why, especially since he's had plenty of experience dealing with crap from annoying publicists.
Later on I went to bother dear little Boogie-Down Nicole at her work place. We giggled over stuff. As always.
I miss Rachel. I wish she was feeling a little nicer.
My crush came to me in a dream last night. He was like, "Why did you wish me happy birthday?" I was like, "I don't know..." I couldn't give him a straightforward answer. Sheesh. Even in my dream, I was romantically inept. Anyway, this crush is pretty much over as far as I can tell. It was from afar and more than a little bit ridiculous. I mean, having a crush on Michel Gondry (his off. site is down maintenant), Steve Buscemi, Mike White, and Buck 65? Completely understandable. Having a crush on a real boy who was in my class? Please.
21 March 2006
Hello.
I am Elizabeth.
I love music. It consumes most of my thoughts, except for when it's time to eat! I like Interpol. I hope their next album doesn't suck. I like accessible music. I used to like going to concerts before, but not so much anymore. I get too tired too quickly, and I get annoyed at all the other kids. I'm not surprised that the rest of the NYC concert-goers are so damn jaded. Do I sound too cynical at 19? Well, I do love live music, but I don't go that often. The main reason, actually, is not the crowds, I don't mind the crowds so much as I just hate the commute back home. Cripes. It takes me a while to get home.
I like to write about music, and I like to read about music. Right now I'm reading Positively 4th Street by David Hajdu. It's actually for class, but I'd been meaning to read it for a while. Recently, I read most of the essays in one of those DaCapo best music writing books (the latest one, edited by JT Leroy!).
I love the NYPL. I go at least once a week, and I go semi-regularly to three different branches. I can't enter a library without borrowing out something. I try to meet the due dates as best as possible.
I'm a sophomore in college and I'm studying journalism, even though I have no intention to get into that career. Maybe I'm lying. I do write for my school paper, and for an online site, but I don't see how I could live off this. I don't know what I want to do with my life. Unsurprising for a 19-year-old who's not in pre-med or pre-law or pre-business or pre-tension.
I am anti-tension. But I am tense a lot of the time.
I guess I should explain why this blog is called "Roses + Bluejays". That's one of my favorite Buck 65 songs (it's actually titled "Roses and Bluejays"). I'm sort of smitten with him. I just saw Feist's video for "One Evening" yesterday, and he was dancing in it. I smiled whenever he was on the screen. I mean, I don't think he's a genius or naught. But I do think he keeps things interesting, and that he has some ambition, and I appreciate that.
I have to say, however, watching Buck 65 dance was nothing like watching Nick Cave dance. I almost fainted when I started watching Nick Cave's video for "Fifteen Feet of Pure White Snow". I love music videos!
I love music. It consumes most of my thoughts, except for when it's time to eat! I like Interpol. I hope their next album doesn't suck. I like accessible music. I used to like going to concerts before, but not so much anymore. I get too tired too quickly, and I get annoyed at all the other kids. I'm not surprised that the rest of the NYC concert-goers are so damn jaded. Do I sound too cynical at 19? Well, I do love live music, but I don't go that often. The main reason, actually, is not the crowds, I don't mind the crowds so much as I just hate the commute back home. Cripes. It takes me a while to get home.
I like to write about music, and I like to read about music. Right now I'm reading Positively 4th Street by David Hajdu. It's actually for class, but I'd been meaning to read it for a while. Recently, I read most of the essays in one of those DaCapo best music writing books (the latest one, edited by JT Leroy!).
I love the NYPL. I go at least once a week, and I go semi-regularly to three different branches. I can't enter a library without borrowing out something. I try to meet the due dates as best as possible.
I'm a sophomore in college and I'm studying journalism, even though I have no intention to get into that career. Maybe I'm lying. I do write for my school paper, and for an online site, but I don't see how I could live off this. I don't know what I want to do with my life. Unsurprising for a 19-year-old who's not in pre-med or pre-law or pre-business or pre-tension.
I am anti-tension. But I am tense a lot of the time.
I guess I should explain why this blog is called "Roses + Bluejays". That's one of my favorite Buck 65 songs (it's actually titled "Roses and Bluejays"). I'm sort of smitten with him. I just saw Feist's video for "One Evening" yesterday, and he was dancing in it. I smiled whenever he was on the screen. I mean, I don't think he's a genius or naught. But I do think he keeps things interesting, and that he has some ambition, and I appreciate that.
I have to say, however, watching Buck 65 dance was nothing like watching Nick Cave dance. I almost fainted when I started watching Nick Cave's video for "Fifteen Feet of Pure White Snow". I love music videos!
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