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are the elephant six bands really considered prog rock?? i wasn't going to post this, but then i saw josh's ABC list and thought i'd try to make it a meme or something. heh. so, this is a tape i made sunday night after alphabetizing my cd's and putting them in my massive new ikea tower. unfortunately, i was dumb and hoped against hope that a 60-minute tape would hold songs A-Z. it did not. hence, the alphabet stops at Quilty in this case, and there is no K because, although i have stacks of B's and M's and S's, i have no K cd's. well i do but haven't actually listened to them. nevermind. anyway, i know some of you like this sort of thing, so: Archers of loaf: wrong (can't stop playing it...) maybe i'll get a longer tape and finish it, then again i think the concept might have played itself out in my ADD-addled world. if anyone wants this tape, email me and maybe we can execute a mutually fun trade. slate asks a bunch of political journalists whether they think dubya was drunk in that instantly infamous video. out of CONTROL, she says: dress up jesus. [leanne, you're going to hell for that one]
tuesday, august 29, 2000 you know when you start staring at the world through your water bottle and laughing maniacally that it is time to leave for the day. and yet i must wait on account of dinner with astoria emigres sharon and holly at the elias corner restaurant, which we believe serves fish whole, with the eyeballs still in them. how fun! also fun: human head found inside giant cod. amazing personal site alert: erasing.org. funny, observant guy doing a journal-type thing, but incredibly well written. and floating footnotes! and the best about section i've ever seen. seriously, this puts basically everyone to shame. where i started was the hilarious entry about the answering-machine messages from prison inmates, but there are lots more in the archive. [via yuppie slayer] meanwhile i continue the mindless linking to stupid shit like: all you ever wanted to know about melissa from the real world new orleans. [via the obscure store]
monday, august 28, 2000 what kind of man/woman are you? never in my life have i been accused, i don't think, of being a hippie chick. "You're a free-spirited peace lover, and men can't resist your utopian ideals and natural looks and lifestyle." riiiiiiiiight. [via pearls] it's kind of fun to vote on rolling stone's hotlist. but no write-ins? what losers. everybody will vote for jets to brazil for hot band, yes? okay, this is pretty strange: adult babies, via leanne "my box is closed" milway. for the media-manics out there, a story on the print magazine being cooked up by the inside.com people and the industry standard people. requiem for a dream news: three cheers for artisan, which is going to release the film unrated, after the MPAA rejected their appeal of the NC-17 rating. a statement penned by the ceo read: Despite the MPAA's denial of the studio's appeal to the NC-17 rating for Requiem for a Dream, Artisan Entertainment continues to stand behind Darren, his work and the final cut of the film. Artisan maintains that the ruling is not appropriate, especially when one considers the sexual images that appear in other R, and even PG-13 rated movies as well as the context in which the sexual scenes in question are portrayed within Requiem for a Dream. As previously stated, the scenes are not gratuitous, appear very briefly and are key to the character's physical and more importantly, psychological deterioration. Artisan Entertainment will release Requiem for a Dream unrated in order to protect Darren's creative vision and to allow audiences to view the film as it was originally intended.
friday, august 25, 2000 what happened to the women's web revolution? excuse me, but revolution? anyone who really thought that would happen was hopelessly deluded. basically all this sounds familiar: you've heard the women's-mag lament before. now they're just applying it to the web versions of cosmo, glamour, jane. fellow ex-new women: two vaguely defensive quotes from judy coyne in there.
thursday, august 24, 2000 salon calls richard on his dubious decision to essentially sell out his foster son. you do know the richard i'm talking about, right? poor, poor kelly.
wednesday, august 23, 2000 funny story in the washington post about richard being the archetypal evil queen. [via bradlands] i can't seem to get to the endpoint, which makes the website for the upcoming darron aronofsky ("pi") film, requiem for a dream, kind of frustrating. but it's also cool and intriguing..... for lack of anything better to post at the moment, i present: the Survivor drinking game
tuesday, august 22, 2000 this story is about a nice young man who has a urinary crisis. quite entertaining. the pictures are pretty gross, so i know i have to link to it. [via indieshite]
monday, august 21, 2000 so i made a pilgrimage to the vaunted target saturday night. recent astoria transplant heather and i set out around 7, i guess. it took us a long time to get there, on two subways and a bus. i think we got there a little after 8. you suburban types with cars have got it made. this is what new yorkers have to do to get to the only target in the five boroughs, located in college point, queens. we stepped off the bus and were confronted by one of those superhuge strip malls, with old navy and the like sharing a seemingly miles-wide parking lot. target, strangely subtitled "greatland," fulfilled its promise: i came away with two pairs of track pants ($15), a red fleece vest ($18), an orange zippered hooded sweater-thing ($15), a pair of basic steve madden-esque slides ($10.40), a silver dna-shaped CD rack for my desk, and a dark gray "sport" phone ($10). nowhere can i seem to find the v-tech phone with answering system i saw in the circuit city of freehold, nj. why is that? heather bought pliers, a toolbag (?!), a long-sleeved shirt, and a blue "sport" phone. then we went searching for joe's shanghai, wrinkling our noses at the smells of apparently garbage-saturated flushing as we turned down this and that street. the restaurant also fulfilled its promise of yummy dumplings and sesame chicken. i returned home at 1 a.m., wondering where the time had gone. other things i did this weekend were to buy tickets for what will be my very first wilco show and buy a mess of cd's which was very fun. and you better click every single one of those links, boy-o, because my computer is sloooooow today and it took me a long time to compile them, all right?! i also discovered that le tigre is insanely perfect workout music. if you should have any other suggestions for what to listen to on the elliptical trainer, ever, please do tell me, because i need all the extra motivation i can get to drag my sorry ass to the gym.
friday, august 18, 2000 bill murray in a movie about the game show "press your luck"? yeah! i loved that show! big bucks big bucks! c'mon, big bucks, no whammies! STOP! john waters interview: "In the movie, each cult member has their favorite director tattooed on their arm. I think we should do that on our foreheads. It would be so much easier when you meet people. You wouldn't waste so much time talking to strangers." heh. if i'd had a drink every time al gore said the word "families" last night, i'd be dead right now. or at the very least, still horribly wasted. don't believe me? check the text.
thursday, august 17, 2000 possibly the first correction on the pita: that was linnea i meant to say back there. if you clicked it, now go to the pita i meant to link to. if you didn't, shame on you; go now! finally got around to reading the times magazine's cover story about what TiVo and the black box will do to the mass market once it has revolutionized the way americans watch tv. simultaneously wonderful and frightening stuff. i wish i knew some conde nasties who could get me into their swank cafeteria, designed by mr. frank gehry. my favorite part of the story: Several titanium dwellers witnessed the fun when an unidentified subordinate asked several lunching junior editors to vacate a coveted window table "because Ms. Wintour is coming down and needs a booth." That would be Anna Wintour, the editor in chief of Vogue. The little people, who were having dessert, flat-out refused. They say they are still drawing paychecks. dude, linnea, i like the redesign, but do we really need more folks in this city? jesus. there are enough creatures here already. can you even begin to imagine the sheer number of life forms within the five boroughs if you include every rat, cockroach, mosquito, jogger, etc.? here a couple of reasons not to move here: a) west nile spraying virtually citywide now! last summer i was way weirded out by those pickup trucks spraying the malathion. this year i'm a little more at ease because the chemical doesn't have such a scary name, but man. all this for a virus that would strike a handful of people a year. if only there were such action/concern about other, way more deadly viruses. and not to be paranoid, but how do we know what they're really spraying us with? and b) if you piss the wrong person off, you could end up with your human remains found in a bag floating on the east river. capiche? i don't like it. i don't know why, but i am displeased with this "news" about beck and winona ryder. oh my god, new york 1 has video of this escaped cow galloping through the streets of astoria, cops riding alongside in the patrol car. yeah!! so funny, until the inevitable capture (so sad). rollercoaster emotions in the morning, and all for a heifer.
wednesday, august 16, 2000
tuesday, august 15, 2000 provocative beck article calling for a genius album that melds his blockbuster ambition and folksy side, though that might be as much a concept album as the ones the writer complains about. still, i'm a great lover of "mutations," so it sounds good to me. uh, if anyone knows where to find cool -- yes, cool -- bedding, online or off, lemme know.
friday, august 11, 2000
thursday, august 10, 2000 death to those who support mainstream cinema! power to the people who punish bad cinema! yes! and go see cecil b. demented, possibly john waters' funniest film. it follows a renegade band of guerilla filmmakers who kidnap a hollywood starlet and force her to star in their underground film. what some reviews don't seem to get is that waters is not simply railing against the banality of hollywood; he's poking fun at this ridiculous bunch of gonzos and their simplistic, ultrapurist philosophies, at indie filmmaking itself, in the tradition of living in oblivion. he's always been about celebrating bad taste, and this movie is nothing if not positively gleeful. melanie griffith is perfect as the annoying but sweet honey whitlock; steven dorff is convincingly crazed; the other players all contribute their fair share of laughs. and boy, is it funny -- i have never laughed more in a waters film. oh, and the soundtrack, featuring fun, cheesy raps like "no budget" and bombastic metal, fits perfectly with the overall comedic-romp vibe. in short, i like, and i daresay cecil b. demented could even become a cult classic. as for the premiere itself, i, uh, stepped on the red carpet, which was a first. and saw a lot of popping flashbulbs from the paparazzi trying to shoot john waters, though one would think his white pants were bright enough to provide enough illumination. still and all, it was at the east village loews, which is not exactly the ziegfeld. after the screening me and my crew, unable to snag any cabs, took a bus (how glamorous) across town to the meatpacking district (yes). after an hour in line, not knowing how much longer it would be, angela and sharon and i decided we'd had enough and went home, even though we were only a few people from getting in. it turns out the owners of the club were still seating dinner patrons when the party-throwers were supposed to have the place to themselves, and even the CEO of artisan and bigwigs from paper magazine (the cosponsor) had to wait in line. of course, the rest of the crew got in five minutes after we left (or so they say). holly reported a good time, and i sorta wished i'd stayed (i mean, we were very close). but then again, adrien grenier wasn't there, so it's not like my life would have changed or anything. i was quite happy to head home and watch survivor. bill werde asks, is there life after la vida loca? can whitey dig the edgier latin music if he can't understand the words? is there even such a thing as "latin alternative"?
wednesday, august 9, 2000 i take it back: i love artisan and everything they stand for. especially nate-love, whose fake nickname i just made up, who gave holly a plus-seven for the premiere of the new john waters film, cecil b. demented, and the afterparty at celeb hotspot lotus. of course, i will be fabulously pissed if we can't get into the movie, which is a possibility -- and yet we're guaranteed to get into the party. i think i'd rather see the movie, though i do hope to meet and fall in love with adrien grenier, who was oh so cute in the adventures of sebastian cole. wish me luck!
tuesday, august 8, 2000 amusing interview with les savy fav, punk-rock pirates. for all you real-world lovers, and don't try to deny it, you're out there: matt from new orleans has a website, with a section where he talks about each episode and its "real" quotient. heh: funny altered clip from "survivor" showing rich do that little dance after he won the immunity challenge last week. thanks to brother steve for that one.
monday, august 7, 2000 funny q&a with raekwon. thanks l-dee! in personal news, my tv is risen. upon my return from new jerusalem last night, i hit the power button and was greeted with the familiar stony silence. i then thought to myself, what if i hit my tv, hard, as i do when it goes insane during normal viewing, before i try to turn it on? so i did, and lo, there was tv!
saturday, august 5, 2000 it's fun to look at other people's bookmarks. what have we here, eh? when is it best to take crack cocaine? such demented-looking trees are found only in new jersey. portal of evil, anyone? sacrilege!
friday, august 4, 2000 my television is dead. i can't say i killed it, though. in fact i'm hoping for a resurrection. so instead of watching the news, i'm blogging from home! i have the day off, thanks to a variation on summer hours that lets us have a couple of fridays off before labor day. it's shaping up to be a nice day out so i'm going to make this short. here's an interview with the catherine wheel. let's face it, if you're a fan, you'll click. if not, not. moving on... what happens when four internet strangers meet up for an outdoor magnetic fields show? well, some of them stop being polite. poor fred had to sit outside and listen because mike failed to meet him at the right place, but luckily my "blind date" showed up. christina and i hit it off and got to see a fantastic show, and now we have plans to see modest mouse and les savy fav, too! hooray for new friends! anyway, fred has a full review, with setlist, if you're interested. i will say that i thought the songs just as beautiful, sometimes more so, than on record. (and everyone who doesn't have 69 love songs needs to get it right now.) despite the inevitable thunderstorm, we got almost an hour of lovely, transcendental music. and moments! my favorite was when a flock of birds in v formation flew just overhead. i think it was during "meaningless." yes yes yes...magnificently meaningless.
thursday, august 3, 2000 so much for the gervase x theory: they booted his ass! how exciting that the suspense is back! i love this show. susan breaking down in tears! kelly having spiritual breakthrough! colleen being so cute and cool! this morning, before my tv suddenly went black and refused to be turned on again, a disturbing habit it's picked up, i caught gervase talking to bryant gumbel for a few minutes. his outfit was way too "i'm so cool" and what the fuck, those earrings?! some people might like the new york subway finder, to help you out when you need to go to a named (not numbered) street, but i still like maps. thanks anyway, holly!
wednesday, august 2, 2000 "Prior to the decision, Britney had even recorded a song for the campaign I've Got The Urge To Herbal. The spokeswoman said she did not know whether it would be included in her forthcoming 50-date US concert tour, as originally intended." [via pith] sometimes i do worry about reusing my plastic poland spring bottle. but linnea and i seemed to interpret this story differently. to me it seemed to be saying not to worry, the levels (of whatever chemical) are very low, and more dangerous in sport-type bottles that are designed to be reusable. plus, the water has never tasted like plastic to me. i usually get a new one when it gets kind of cloudy, signifying, to me, that dirt has landed. uh. anyway, linnea is a friend from the late new woman magazine, and she has some good links on her newborn pita. she refused to tell me the address for a while but i'm crafty and i found it. another nascent pita i know in real life belongs to angela, who was so nice as to send me the lester bangs bio, which i am just ripping through. the only thing, though, ladies, is that you both must get rid of those horrid template backgrounds. there are some good tutorials to be found at webmonkey. hey, since i obviously feeling less than inspired, why don't you go check out the first month of catherine's pita? i'll even fix some of those broken links, all righty?
tuesday, august 1, 2000 east coast weezer dates! who's with me? i think i need that t-shirt.... are you getting excited about politics now that the republican convention is going on? no? then check out the daily show, whose coverage is hilarious and is dominating the show all this week. i think they're rerunning some footage, but there are plenty of gems, like the clip where g.w. forgets mid-introduction who it is he's supposed to be introducing. and the one where they ask john mccain a pop-quiz question from a trivial pursuits card. and bob dole as commentator! meanwhile, this somewhat clinical examination of the show's appeal reveals that in addition to deconstructing the day's headlines with "fashionable irony," jon stewart is married! when did this happen? how weird that i can't find the jon stewart estrogen brigade anymore...maybe they disbanded out of depression. if you want to be serious about it, the hotline is waiving its huge subscription fee so those of us that are not deep-pocketed washington insiders can see what we're missing out on. get the dirt till august 18. [via metascene] i have to admit that i think tom's idea for a "reality" blog called Blog Brother (in which team bloggers are voted off by the blog-viewing public) is great, although certainly better in theory than it would be if it became, well, reality. |
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