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The worst of it now, I can't remember your face. [22 Nov 2009|01:45pm]
"And it came to me then that every plan
Is a tiny prayer to Father Time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU
That reeked of piss and 409
And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself
That I'd already taken too much today
As each descending peak on the LCD
Took you a little farther away from me
Away from me...
Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines
In a place where we only say 'good-bye'
It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend
On a faulty camera in our minds
And I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose
That to have never lain beside at all
And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground
As the TV entertained itself
'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous pacing, bracing for bad news
And then the nurse comes 'round, and everyone lifts their head
But I'm thinking of what Sarah said :
That love is watching someone die.

So who's gonna' watch you die?"
-- Death Cab for Cutie, "What Sarah Said," Plans

"Now it's years since your body went flat
And even memories of that
Are all thick and dull,
All gravel and glass
But who needs them now?
Displaced they're easily more safe
The worst of it now,
I can't remember your face
For a while, with the vertigo cured
We were alive, we were pure
The void took the shape
Of all that you were
But years take their toll
And things get bent into shape
Antiseptic and tired,
I can't remember your face
You were supposed to grow old
You were supposed to grow old
Reckless, unfrightened and old
You were supposed to grow old
You were supposed to return."
-- OK Go, "Return," OK Go

Hello, sad songs to which I have not listened in ages. Thanks for being there, as ever.

Oh, geez. [11 Nov 2009|01:04am]
Are You a Feminist or a Feminine-ist?


Wait! Here's a quote :

"With the word "feminism," it might have been embarrassing for a man to say he was a supporter because it might sound like he was admitting to supporting of a group of controlling, bitchy women. But with new pro-sexiness, pro-sweetness, pro-balance words like "feminine-ist" and "feminine-ism," what's not for a man to love?"


Yay for the reinforcement of gender stereotypes! And transphobia as an opening anecdote!

The redeeming fact? Every single comment (so far) reads "I'm a feminist" and refutes the article. I particularly liked, "After reading this insulting nonsense, I need a shower. FOR MY BRAIN."
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Yo. [26 Oct 2009|07:50pm]
Haven't posted in a while. Have been in France for just over a month. Still getting settled and all. Landladies are CRAZY and RACIST.

That's about it.

What's up with you lot?
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Hey, you lot. [09 Aug 2009|01:43am]
I booked my ticket to France.

I leave on 20th September.

I'm happy and excited but nervous as fuck because I am TERRIFIED that I am going to wind up living in a cardboard box under a river OH MY GOD.

If I had a house party (or some sort of celebration of the sort, possibly involving the city if a bunch of people would rather go there but not my house) on, say, 12th September (that's a Saturday), would anybody come....?
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This is all I've been posting lately. Sorry. [05 Aug 2009|02:03am]
July 29 through August 4
ARIES [March 21–April 19]
Are you a gelatinous pool of longing yet? Are you throbbing and gooey and half-nauseous with that sickness some people called love? If not, I don't know what to tell you. By all astrological reckoning, your gut should be swarming with drunk butterflies, and the clouds should be taking on the shapes of mating horses. If you're not half-drowning in these symptoms, I implore you to find a way to pry open the floodgates.

I'm not an Aries, of course. Which is why that's interesting.
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EUR275 looking for female flatmate (Paris-Vincennes)
I have a 1 bedroom appt in Vincennes close to St Mandé metro stop on line 1. Ground floor appt and in a very quiet neighborhood except for my upstairs neighbours who sometimes play very bad Europop and N.African music very loud, but only at the weekends. Oh, they also have loud sex every so often... funnily enough they're at it right now as I write this.
I am a single male in my early 40s though I'm told I look like I'm in my late 20s and a bit like Johnny Depp- full head of naturally brown hair, with a little bt of MPB on my crown. I can't see it so I don't care.
I'm a naturist so I hope you will be too. Do not confuse that with "naturalist". I like to be naked. Hope that clears up any confusion.
The appt has internet access, washing machine and all other "mod-cons". I'm unemployed at the moment and therefore seeking additional revenue.
I can offer full body massagess and prolonged cunnilingus with your morning coffee or evening hot chocolate at no extra charge (as long as you are clean shaven or will allow me to shave you). No penetration is expected unless we are both in agreement. No fat/diseased chicks need apply. Asian girls very welcome.
We can either snuggle in my double bed (with mirror against the wall for added licentiousness [I also like a bit of lite SMBD]) or you can sleep on the sofa-bed in the living room. Clean bed linen is provided.
Oh, a few more things: I smoke, drink and am a devout atheist. I also like puppies but hate cats.

rent: €275p/m all charges included (including coffee, sugar, cunnilingus, massages and biscuits)

Jokes and ribald stories at no extra charge.
Hey, what an offer!!!
Apply now.
This is a serious ad....
You send me a pic and I'll send you mine

* Location: Paris-Vincennes
* it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests

OH MY GOD YOU MAY AS WELL HAVE WRITTEN "IMMINENT SEXUAL ASSAULT." On the other hand, that's actually kind of funny in an, "....oh my God really??" sort of way.
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Well, yeah. [24 Jul 2009|12:51pm]
Here we go with the Village Voice Horoscopes again... :

June 10 through 16
SCORPIO [October 23–November 21] A lesbian reader who calls herself "Speedy Slow-Hand" wrote to me, explaining that she keeps getting obsessed with the half-feral amazons whom her intense Scorpio self lusts after, which causes her to miss out on the nurturing women her softer side craves. Is it better to have someone to run the race with, she asked, or someone to massage her feet afterward? Whether or not you're in the hunt for love, Scorpio, I think her testimony is an apt metaphor for your current dilemma. Should you go with the choice that makes your spirit burn with pungent excitement, or should you opt for what feeds your soul with rich relaxation? There's at least a 30 percent possibility you could have both.

June 24 through 29
SCORPIO [October 23–November 21] Congratulations, Scorpio. You've reached the end of the Big Squeeze. You've served your time in the bottleneck. And so I invite you to relax your pinched expression and let the Season of Experiments begin. According to my projections, you will soon be receiving a host of invitations to wander into the frontier with your raw sense of wonder turned up all the way. Please research each invitation thoroughly before choosing. When you've decided which adventures are most likely to enhance your understanding of the art of liberation, dive in.

July 8 through 14
SCORPIO [October 23–November 21] How well are you capitalizing on this year's unique opportunities, Scorpio? Since we're midway through 2009, let's take an inventory. I hope that by now you have at least begun building the power spot or energy source that will serve as your foundation for the coming years. So much the better if it's more than halfway finished and will be ready for full use by the end of summer or early fall. Remember my promises: Life has been and will continue to be conspiring to get you settled in your ideal home base, supercharge your relationships with your closest allies, and connect you with the resources that will fuel your long-term quest.

July 15 through 21
SCORPIO [October 23–November 21] There goes your exaggerated respect for warped chunks of complications. Here comes an opportunity to make a break for bubbly freedom. To take advantage, Scorpio, you'll need to travel much lighter. So please peel off your armor. Wipe that 40-pound sneer of doubt off your face. Bury your broken-down theories by the side of the path, and donate all your unnecessary props to the birds and the bees. Strip down, in other words, to the bare minimum. Where you're going, all you'll need are your good looks and a big, fresh attitude.

Especially those last two. My life is a mess of complications right now and I can't even begin to describe the entanglements - although maybe I'm just exaggerating for the sake of sounding more poetic.

Village Voice horoscopes at it again. [03 Jul 2009|01:05am]

It's primarily Scorps born in mid-November who are likely to receive significant benefits from the Cancer sun's rewarding trine to eclectic Uranus in late Pisces. They should be willing to try something new, especially when making music, playing in water or chasing after an atypical (for them) romantic prospect. But if you're not one of the chosen few, you could still have an interesting time this weekend by heading out to an unfamiliar location, cooking with exotic ingredients or betting on a long shot. Break out of your rut.
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Dear YouTube, "gay" is not an insult. [29 Jun 2009|11:36pm]

You need an apostropheeeeeeeeeeee.
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FLAPJACK! [27 Jun 2009|12:04am]



That is all.
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This is HORRIFYING. [23 Jun 2009|12:43am]
Controversial book to stay on reading list
Some parents seek to ban 'The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian'

From the article :

Jennifer Andersen said she was one of seven parents who attended a District 117 school board meeting Thursday to ask that the book be banned from the curriculum, or at the very least be accompanied with a warning about the content.

"I can't imagine anyone finding this book appropriate for a 13- or 14-year-old," said Andersen, whose 14-year-old son will be a freshman this fall. "I have not met a single parent who is not shocked by this. This is not appropriate for our community."

Also from the article :

She said that she is not promoting censorship.

ALSO from the article :

"I began reading, and I started to cross out sections that I didn't want him to read," she said. "Soon I thought, 'Wait, this is not appropriate; he is not reading this.' "


The rest of the article is pretty much Andersen complaining about profanity and demanding a warning label on books and the school being like, "Uhhhhhhhhhhh right...we're still keeping it."
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Google Earth + Google maps = best thing ever. [31 May 2009|12:58am]
Right, so, instead of sleeping, I instead used Google Earth to figure out the name / addy of my favourite boulangerie - patisserie in Paris. And also some of my other favourite places. Hooray for street view!

P. Beaurallet
27, rue Delambre

Best almond croissants ever. <3
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je te veux. [22 May 2009|05:28pm]
je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux je le veux


that's pretty much it.

AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA. [21 May 2009|06:10pm]



Unnecessary pop reunions what.
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I am a Scorpio to a T. [13 May 2009|10:18pm]
SCORPIO [October 23–November 21] BBC reported on the growing number of "spiritual tourists" who shop around in their search for inner peace. "We are entering a world," said one expert, "where people aren't interested in whether something is true or not, or whether they believe it or not, but whether it works." That would be a good prescription for you in the coming months, Scorpio. I recommend that you reject any idea or practice unless it has the practical value of making you feel more at home in the world and more accepting of yourself.

SCORPIO [October 23–November 21] After actor Woody Harrelson allegedly assaulted a paparazzo at New York's LaGuardia Airport, he issued a press release claiming it was an honest mistake. He had just completed filming Zombieland, in which his character had to fight off zombies. It was understandable that he mistook the pushy photographer for a zombie and naturally felt compelled to defend himself forcefully. As you shift back and forth between reality bubbles in the coming week, Scorpio, make sure you don't make a similar error. Keep clearly in mind that the laws of nature in one bubble may be quite different from the laws in the others.

I don't read horoscopes, but I've noticed that, lately, those of the Village Voice have been pretty accurate. Hm.
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I WANT THIS: [13 May 2009|12:56pm]

It is a Yudu screenprinting machine. And I want it. I saw it in Michael's yesterday and it was all I could do not to pick it up right then and there and cart it home with me. But it is $300, and that makes me sad. :(

But imagine the possibilities.
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Scamper reunites, Harris breaks up, the end. [26 Apr 2009|01:58am]
Last weekend : Scamper reunion. Harris’ last show. All that jazz. Because I know you're all REALLY interested and stuff.

You'd think, considering that they’re one of my favourite bands and considering how crazily emotional I got over their split, I would have been more...I don't know. Hyper excited? Or something? Over the prospect of them reuniting for an evening. Which, I mean, I was excited. But not...overly so. I don't know. It's hard to describe. I guess the build up to their first last show was so intense that anything less than that just doesn’t register. There was also the fact that, before 2 Feb '08, I hadn’t seen any of the guys for about a year and a half. Talked to them, sure, plenty of times, but not seen them. This time around, so not the case, especially since I'd seen two of them a mere month before.

Anyway. Bus ride to Boston. Nothing exciting to report on, except that we got stuck in traffic outside of Yankees stadium – the sole time I’ve ever disliked the Yankees, and then they went and lost by, what, 20 points that night, so maybe I should keep my negative thoughts to myself. Joined the guys while they were at dinner two blocks from the venue, sat there being quiet and awkward, mostly. This is what happens when you’re friends with the band – you crash dinners, you find out about shows in advance, you sit around for an hour after shows waiting for them and then wind up lugging shit into practice spaces.

Hung out with Jen, Mike's girlfriend (whom I'd met for the first time at the Nightmare of You show in Framingham last year (MAN what a fucking crazy night that was...)), for most of the show. Was introduced to various people and also stood near / had conversations with various people who I recognised from online life but to whom I wasn't actually introduced. Stood with Jen, Alena, Christobal, and the Cheesecake Factory crew during Scamper's set.

It didn't even hit me until about "Coughing Up Roses," well into the set that, "Oh, right. Scamper. Yeah!" An utterly bizarre feeling, comparing the last time I'd seen them a year before, ready to cry during "Barcelona" to like...bouncing around and cursing the lighting for being so goddamn sucktastic. (Which it was.) Perhaps if they’d been headlining, had allowed themselves more time and more songs, the feeling would have been different, but probably only slightly so. Aptly quoting 10 Things I Hate About You: "I know you can be overwhelmed, and you can be underwhelmed, but can you ever just be...whelmed?"

I was, however, fucking blown away by Keith's performance. Seriously. Keith is the one member of the band who I do not know particularly well, owing to the fact that he has very little web presence and we can chalk up me knowing the rest of the band so well (or well enough) to MySpace, Facebook, and AIM, in that order. A very nice guy, indeed, from the few times we've spoken, but someone I don’t know particularly well. And then...there was just this power, grit, and emotion to his singing (and playing, by extension) last Saturday that I had never seen before. I mean, okay, I’ve seen them what, four times? So I’m not the best judge. But he went from "guy I don't really know fronting one of my favourite bands and doing a rather good job of it" to "veritable rockstar" in a blink of an eye. He was the one to watch and further cemented the fact that this is not, and never was, a fluff pop band. The fact that he is no longer fronting a band is fucking criminal. Truly so.

While wandering back through the crowd to rejoin the Cheesecake crew (Jen had wiggled her way up front with her college buddies, so far be it from me to hog up space when there are deserving fans around), some guy who – I'm not kidding – I had high school French with waylaid me and asked, “...Did you go to North??” WEIRD. I forgot his name, too, haha.

I honestly can't comment too much on Harris' set because I wasn't terribly familiar with them, though that was the third time I'd seen them and now I'm thinking maybe I should have familiarised myself with their catalogue because that is a band that deserved to be far more popular than they were. Sure, they played an eleventy million hour set, which is slightly mind-numbing if you don't actually know the band's material, but they were an incredibly good band and the indie world is a far less rich place now that they're gone. Oh, also, they kept playing new songs they'd recorded just before splitting up which was hilarious 'cause it's like, "We’re breaking up! Here’s a new song!"

La dee da, more under here, just so I don't eat up your flist with my rambling.Collapse )
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Things I sort of love right now: [25 Mar 2009|08:14pm]

Dhani Harrison. <3 I read about his band, thenewno2 in Blender, of all things, and they are pretty fantastic. Recommended listening. He's adorable.

This wallpaper. It's $140 for three rolls. I have no idea if that's expensive for wallpaper or not. It doesn't really matter, since I'm not wallpapering anytime soon. I might just buy a sample of it for $7, just to have it.

This series of photographs by Jan Von Holleben. Tell me they aren't cute.

PS: I am SUPER bored right now, with nothing to do. I was thinking of going to the movies, but the last shows are all in an hour out in Manville which, bleh. What do I do now? Maybe I should clean up my room, since I've still got my bag from the road trip half-unpacked and strewn about my floor.
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So, my hat. [23 Mar 2009|12:01am]
I made a hat. It is supposed to look like this (but with obviously very different yarn):

And it sort of looks like a purple mushroom on top of my head:

(I'm gross because I haven't showered in a few days.)

Mommy said it was cute, though, so. shrug.

ETA: You should all listen to this song, I'm a muuuuuuuuuuuuse! (Sort of. Mainly I just think of silly things like ideas for songs at 1:30 in the morning.)

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Reposting from t1p!g. [20 Mar 2009|06:56pm]
This is a review I wrote for Bishop Allen's new record, and I really like the way it came out, so I decided to repost it.

If you want to read what I'm writing on t1p!g while being totally lazy, add my LJ feed to flist:

Oh, Bishop Allen. Why must you make things so complicated?

I came across Bishop Allen back in mid-2007 when a friend told me to "go download every free mp3 on their website." Said friend has impeccable taste in music, so I did as I was told, and the rest is a long, complicated, emotional history of the past two years and the people and places in-between. Chances are if there's a poignant moment in that period, I've commemorated it with a Bishop Allen track. They have become – nay, have always been – a band that makes me cry, as the above friend once noted a few months ago, taking the proverbial words right out of my mouth.

Many complained that their second LP, The Broken String, released in the summer of 2007, was merely a "best of" their EP collection and ergo, nothing new, nothing gained. I disagree; while, on the whole, I prefer the EP versions of their songs to the album versions (something known as Demoitis), each version carries its own particular significance. It's hard to truly forgo one in favour of the other.

Enter anticipation of their third effort, the strangely but perhaps aptly-titled Grr.

I can’t really say anything bad about Grr.

That being said, I can't really say anything spectacular about it, either. An odd sentiment when one considers that it is an album of flawless pop songs.

The problem largely lies in the fact that the Bishop Allen formula has become predictable. The melodies are predictable, the harmonies predictable, the lyrics predictable. What was interesting, quirky or innovative on their freshman and sophomore efforts seems more contrived the third time around.

Not that this is damning at all. Remember, these are flawless songs, after all. Opening track, "Dimmer," is quintessential Bishop Allen, something that could sit comfortably among the tracks from The Broken String. The sparse orchestration of closer "Tiger, Tiger," with the haunting strings and percussion and not much else, ends the record on sobering, more mature note. In-between we’re treated to gems like "Dirt On Your New Shoes," swelling to its lyrical climax fifteen seconds from the end, or the lovely, pleading "Don't Hide Away" and "True or False." When I get past my dislike for the whisper-singing in "South China Moon," I’m greeted with a sweeping refrain and a richly orchestrated bridge.

But, while I like "The Lion & The Teacup," I’m forced to think why I should prefer it over "Like Castanets," "Oklahoma" over "The Chinatown Bus," "Cue The Elephants" over "The Same Fire."

These are perfect, joyous, sing-along friendly pop gems. But it all lacks the same, unpolished, raw feel from Charm School (and earlier punk project, Pissed Officers). It lacks the same emotional punch that made Broken String and the twelve EPs the preceded it so memorable. It's a little too polished, a little too refined and, well. A little too Bishop Allen. (Is it possible to be a little too yourself?) And while I'll take Bishop Allen's brand of predictability over a majority of bands' any day, it truly does equate to "nothing new, nothing gained" this time around.

Bishop Allen - "The Ancient Commonsense of Things" [link]
Bishop Allen - "Dimmer" [link]

Bishop Allen are currently on tour in support of Grr from now through at least May. Tour dates - including 2nd April at Iron Horse, 3rd April at the Middle East down, 4th April at Music Hall of Williamsburg, and 5th April at Bowery Ballroom - are listed on their website, as I'm entirely too lazy to repost them here.
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