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friday, june 29, 2001 very, very cool photos of new york in the '30s. you really should look at them. for instance. also of interest: my street circa 1906. installed my AC last night, the same unit steve had in his room back at 29 winthrop road, somerset, nj. when we were like 10. it still works, though i must say it didn't get icy cold in there, just enough so that you knew you were in air conditioning. a definite difference between being in my room and stepping outside my room. still, i'm not sure whether i'm going to keep it in, because while it is definitely a most appreciated luxury in times of extreme heat, and almost necessary to enjoy a night's sleep without being sweaty and uncomfortable, the truth is that by 4 a.m. or so i'd be fine without it. i know this from having my highly efficient twin window fan, which blew directly into my face and was very nice and pleasant until the temperature started getting up into the 90s. and who knows how many of those nights we're going to have. (we had such a good spring, we are sure to be delivered a brutal new york summer, eventually.) so i guess i'll keep it. // installation wasn't too hairy, although it did topple out the window onto the landing. that made me chuckle, actually, seeing it out there all askew. i hadn't expected that at all. and then, going out to retrieve it, i didn't expect to sort of suddenly topple out the window myself. that did not make me chuckle until this morning when i discovered the large linear bruise on my ass from where i landed on the window frame. i finally enlisted justin's help, which involved mainly going to get books from my shelf to support the damn thing (we used the historical dictionary of american slang and a couple back issues of the economist; most people use slabs of wood but i didn't have any). it seems to be in pretty securely, though obviously this is just a temporary measure because the periodicals are not as hardy as the book, and even the book i don't really want ruined. i'm not sure how much it'll cost, and it took a while to cool off, but this morning i was loving it.... dispatch from holly (if you can help, email her and tell her i sent ya): I'm looking for a couple who has been together for 8 months or less who'd like to participate in a lie detector test for Marie Claire magazine. [Ed. note: doesn't that sound like a boatload of fun??] Both parties choose roughly 10 questions they'd like to ask their significant other. I need them, like, yesterday. Can you smell that? It's called desperation.
thursday, june 28, 2001 michaelangelo has compiled his top 100 singles of the 90s. apparently he just *had* to have a color me badd song in there (?!). you know those "rock critics," they just gotta throw a changeup in there to keep you on your toes. interesting mix, though. if there is a god i'm pretty sure he doesn't want me to have the new (old) modest mouse album. the nice chick at k records has resent it twice now, the last time on friday, and it's still not here. i'm tempted to write her back and say "yes, thanks, i got it" even though i didn't. (how very british of me, eh?) it will just be ridiculous to tell her i still haven't gotten it after three tries, right? while i'm on the indie-rock tip, here's a nice-looking collaborative weblog that also has reviews and interviews and stuff. found it on nylpm.
wednesday, june 27, 2001
so fun: whack britney. by the way, freaky trigger has been reborn at a new location. lots of great music stuff there, like the 24-hour mtv marathon, reviews of the new radiohead and basement jaxx albums, plus a review of moulin rouge ... and more of course. check it out. boo hoo! said goodbye last night to the lovely eileen, who is getting used to the new york-boston-new york-boston pattern of things. she'll be back before we know it, i'm sure! we started out at the 79th st. boat basin cafe and ended up at the lamentable (yet somehow charming) brother jimmy's....
tuesday, june 26 so i saw sexy beast. why does everyone like this? there was no meat there, just a typical one-last-heist flick: pointless. and no, ben kingsley as a menacing british thug is NOT enough. these cats hate you.
monday, june 25 hey kids. just got back from my extended sunday-evening entertainment. vanessa and staci invited me to the circus amok in tompkins square park. it's kind of uncomfortable to sit for two hours on concrete, no matter how accomplished the acrobatics, especially if your pants happen to be low-slung and you're worried about crack show-through. it was cute though. and then we sat in niagara for a bit, vanessa conversing with a homeless man with a feather in his hair who might as well have been sitting with us (hazards of open-air windows). then I convinced them to come with me to the lakeside, where this band called sloan automatic was playing. i'd wanted to see them solely because of their "are you from texas?" posters; they were going to be "doing the alt-country thing" and that's enough for me. they were good, and they also had amusing little zine-like programs. we danced in our chairs while staci kept scolding vanessa to "put the beer down." the singer, sloan, introduced himself before the set and afterward proclaimed his desire to have a date with "the three women at the ms. pacman table." whether or not this was due to overt displays of lesbianism among my companions or the simple overriding cuteness of us i cannot say; we left and got nachos at benny's. it was a surprisingly fun sunday night. i got locked out twice this weekend; can you believe it? the first time was after the d-plan show friday with amy and betsy. it was fabulous of course; we got nice and close and danced our asses off. no panties were removed; however, all three of us did purchase t-shirts. i could easily have not paid for mine considering the chaos, but i'm a good girl. anyway, we had a good time until we got back to my place and i realized that upon paring down to ID/money/keys for maximum dancing efficiency i had neglected to bring along the deadbolt key. we pounded upon the door, but holly and nate would not awake. eventually, after checking several local bars and leaving several messages upon nate's and my machines, not to mention knocking upon upstairs neighbors' door and declaring "it's your neighbor" only to hear the music volume lowered and remain ignored, i ascended to the roof and descended via the fire escape, gaining entrance to the apt. via the kitchen window. asshole neighbor made holly close the open hatch the next day. grrrrrr. the next night i apparently just plumb forgot to bring my keys with me. it's not that exciting of a story. i'll have pictures of the family reunion I attended later; stay tuned cause it'll be very exciting i'm sure!!
friday, june 22, 2001 god, how did i miss that there was a new ass ponys album? jim derogatis's interview is the first i'd heard of this. i wanna see sexy beast. also the princess and the warrior, from the guy who did "run lola run." also our song. cute, via randi: the smartass guide to new york. cute little flash cartoons...ellis island cracked me up, and chinatown is so true. upper east side is pretty funny too.
12:15 a.m.: am now sitting in room with holly and nate. have taken pics of holly bouncing on my bed (see above). holly is giving a reading of selected portions from her college journal. listen in, why don't you::: "he purposely will not start anything like kissing or whatever. he always has this dumbass grin on his face. i probably would have slept with him anyway. but pulp fiction was really fucking good." ahh, 1994. went to see les savy fav despite physical malaise (oh yes i am punk rock) but didn't catch up with herbie. instead watched cute short boy in front of me head-bob and weave. successfully delivered phone # to and began relationship with boy in head. scoffed at silly older man doing dorky dance. oh come on. don't make like you wouldn't. i'm talking about that roll-the-forearms-over-one-another, fist-over-fist dance. he also pumped the air several times; it was amusing. there was also a boy in a white flowered skirt (?!!). tim harrington, the lead singer who STILL has a beard, in june, during technical difficulties, to laughter: "shh. this is a ... professional concert." then: balanced an apple on his head like william tell, ate some of the apple, speared the apple on the end of his disassembled mike stand, ate paper (okay, pretended to), descended into the crowd and stomped around, strung the mike wire across his lips, made all sorts of grotesque cartoonish faces, constructed a beautiful sculpture entirely of microphone stands, and danced maniacally. no acrobatics tonight. i didn't stay for the ex.
thursday, june 21, 2001 kempa is right, it's fun to curse at googlyminotaur, radiohead's AIM bot. you can also play games and get song info and tour dates and that kind of thing. and ask it inappropriate things. the kind of link that makes a weblogger's heart leap: man arrested for assaulting cookie monster. clearly someone's retarded little project, but fun nonetheless: whack a bush. can i tell you about the white stripes for a minute? i'd heard they rock, from random regular people, and if there is anything i'm constantly on the lookout for it's bands that really rock. really. so this weekend i went into my local record store and asked my local record store clerk, a nice-looking boy who is very quiet and moves very slowly and reminds me of the dick character in high fidelity, which of the 2 cd's by them i should get. he was quite helpful. yes, he knew the white stripes; they have a brand-new album coming out in a couple weeks; this album had better songs while this one was a little more raw. i should get the one in my right hand, he eventually firmly recommended, nodding and smiling and predicting i would be back for more. i think he is right. i looooove the cd. kind of blues explosion- and cramps-y, but then some songs it's like they are the beatles incarnate. or, more frequently, led zeppelin incarnate. i want to make another mix tape just to put some white stripes songs on. and, get this, my officemate today brought in the album i didn't get, burned for her by her friend. oh yes, the buzz is on! get hip to the white stripes! as long as i am on the subject of the rock, i still am dying for someone to go with me to les savy fav opening for the ex tonight at the knitting factory. everyone has things to do, it seems. anyone? x-ecutioners at the world trade last night: so fun, to hear the hip-hop with the wind whipping around and the twin towers stretching so high above us and the hilarious white-boy dancing and black men in business suits getting sucked off their beaten path and declaring into their cell phones, "yo, they kickin' it old school over here!" i was so mad that my camera and its battery were in different places: of course i saw tons of great would-be pics. they only played for 45 minutes, but it was quite a show. i love me a nice deep drone behind a good beat. and i learned from the program a little bit about the whole DJ thing. go ahead, ask me what transforming is! knight rider is coming back!
wednesday, june 20, 2001 today bill werde reveals that the now-defunct twilo is being stripped and sold off in parts. you can bid for the giant disco ball, the ticket that shut it down, a power bar sign (?!), and more. somebody was asking me about what the 97s played on friday. i was unable to answer. (i don't mind telling you, double fisting is quite effective. and i loved the bartender for bucking the usual rules and not requiring a wristband for every beer purchased. he must've understood that this is a band where it is right and proper to take as many beers as you can carry back to your group.) anyway, i found a setlist for those of us whose memories might be a bit hazy.
monday, june 18, 2001
friday, june 15, 2001
anyone think this thing is a bit out of control? i saw a book of andre the giant postcards (or something) for sale at alife a couple weeks ago. although i guess it's kind of cool that someone made such a huge one. it definitely stopped me in my tracks.
wednesday, june 13, 2001 one of the reasons i haven't been updating as much lately is my poor little mac is having issues. it is soooooo sloooooow, you cannot imagine. it takes 10 years to load any web page (but especially one with pictures) and in the meantime, any other programs i might busy myself with (IM, email) are basically paralyzed. it's been like this for at least three days now. i've read several back issues of entertainment weekly and spin. i am (almost) finally ready to call the computer guy. i just hate feeling so dumb and weirdly guilty. (is it all the pictures on my hard drive suddenly mucking it up? i just don't know.) plus i never believe that they actually have much clue what they're doing. and so. i suffer. lots of people are bagging out of the old 97s show on friday. some people have valid excuses, but others are just too vh1 for the rock, it seems. i personally can think of nothing i'd rather do on a friday night than attend a loud bouncy rock show. big up to randi and co. (yeah, another friend joins pita nation!) for passing on mets-yankees tickets in favor of rhett and the boys. thank god some people know what's up! filipino rebel group, desperate to be taken seriously, claims not only that they beheaded an american hostage, but also that they would postpone killing a couple more because the government has agreed to allow a malaysian to negotiate with them. malaysian government responds: "what are you talking about?" heh. funny international shit. selected scenes from the weekend, which featured as the main attraction vanessa's birthday. we checked out the brooklyn pride parade before heading to lips for fun with drag queens:::
thursday, june 7, 2001
wednesday, june 6, 2001 now, high schools' gossip is scrawled on web site walls. i don't get why you get charged with aggravated harassment if you put someone's name on a web site. how is it really different from a passed-around notebook? not that i'm for the sexual objectification of teenage girls, but come on, "in this age of columbine," my ass. gossip should not get you arrested.
monday, june 4, 2001
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