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12.02.2004
12.01.2004
Normally I don't post more than once a day, but I have fun with this: http://quizilla.com/popular.html. Here's what quizilla had to say about MJ:
Question: Where will you find love?
Quizilla answer: “Fairy tales, your love will be like an imaginary story, you love to love, you believe you have only one soul mate is waiting for you some where in this world and you are sure you will find them one day, and when you do you will make them the happiest in the whole world.”
MJ's response: Oh god. I am destined for spinsterhood. I hate the whole idea of soul mates. Where did I go wrong?
Question: Who's Perfect For You??? (Cute Anime Pics)
Quizilla answer: “You want a sweet guy. Who'ld take you anywhere. Like Japan!!! Wow I would like a guy like that too:) Also he looks so cute in japanese clothing:)”
MJ's response: so that's why I've been to Toronto twice
Question: What literature classic are you?
Quizilla answer: Oscar Wilde: The Portrait of Dorian Gray. You are a horror novel from the world of dandies, rich pretty boys, art and aesthetics, and intellectual debates between ethical people and decadent pleasure-seekers. You value beauty and pleasure but realize their dangers, as well.
MJ's response: oh yeah, right on! I am a horror novel! I like decadence and intellectual debate!
Except I despise rich people. Hmm.
Question: Where will you find love?
Quizilla answer: “Fairy tales, your love will be like an imaginary story, you love to love, you believe you have only one soul mate is waiting for you some where in this world and you are sure you will find them one day, and when you do you will make them the happiest in the whole world.”
MJ's response: Oh god. I am destined for spinsterhood. I hate the whole idea of soul mates. Where did I go wrong?
Question: Who's Perfect For You??? (Cute Anime Pics)
Quizilla answer: “You want a sweet guy. Who'ld take you anywhere. Like Japan!!! Wow I would like a guy like that too:) Also he looks so cute in japanese clothing:)”
MJ's response: so that's why I've been to Toronto twice
Question: What literature classic are you?
Quizilla answer: Oscar Wilde: The Portrait of Dorian Gray. You are a horror novel from the world of dandies, rich pretty boys, art and aesthetics, and intellectual debates between ethical people and decadent pleasure-seekers. You value beauty and pleasure but realize their dangers, as well.
MJ's response: oh yeah, right on! I am a horror novel! I like decadence and intellectual debate!
Except I despise rich people. Hmm.
Good morning, everyone! You are reading the words of someone who just consumed copious amounts of coffee and who now needs to run ten miles to exhaust herself. She is staring around ar her goofy office -- a set of two lavender chairs she picked from the discard pile, a satin flamingo statue, piles and piles of lesson plans, newsletter, catalogs, slips for book purchases, travel documents, letters of appreciation for participation in various events or seminars/classes........she has a million ideas running around her head for Web pages and a PowerBook G4 sitting on her right with the Macromedia Studio installed... what? is she crazy? Hey, the Mooney Suziki CD won't play! It's one of those 'enhanced' CDs -- grrrrrrrrrrrr........
I woke up this morning, like all mornings of my life in my thirties, to a silky white cat named Mare Mare trying to snuggle with me. It's a purrfect experience, and I try to enjoy it because I know that the love of my life -- this really sweet cat -- will not be around forever and I want to enjoy her presence. (No, I am not into bestiality; cats are just more reliable than romance, it seems.) (Well, cats and music.)
I drove to work amidst lexi, mercedes, SUVs, and other horrific baby boomer vehicles underneath a gray sky. Yay! Gray... reminds me of home, where rain and a good book are all it takes to satisfy me... in addition to living in an early twentieth-century house with wood floors and tall windows, hearing the occasional sound of a streetcar humming along, but all in all, quiet. No loud kids screaming unintelligible Spanish around the pool, no blaring salsa music, no angry Haitians barking at one another (or is that talking?) ...
Last night I purchased the SMiLE CD (Brian Wilson), and I am filled with hope, and lately that feeling has been a rarity living amongst such cold people. (Why are people so cold here?) Brian Wilson is nothing but warm; he understands the human condition and re-creates it in songs. It's been a long time since I've listened to songs that remind me of emotions I've felt. It makes me want to ask, "How does he know?" Well, of course he knows; he didn't leave his bed for two years, his band mates (his family members) turned on him, he was a major addict, he couldn't manage an adult relationship with anyone... or his kids... but finally, he has released the magic of his past. We thought it would never happen! He seemed so damaged by drugs and his own self-destruction that it is a shock to me that he is the Wilson brother to survive. Anyway, if life can get better for one formerly very-fucked-up person as Brian Wilson, life can get better for anyone. Not just better... one can achieve one's dreams... eventually. Maybe the key is patience, after all, and looking for things to distract and order the mind......................gotta go home play the bass the bass the bass.................gotta focus on the present
I woke up this morning, like all mornings of my life in my thirties, to a silky white cat named Mare Mare trying to snuggle with me. It's a purrfect experience, and I try to enjoy it because I know that the love of my life -- this really sweet cat -- will not be around forever and I want to enjoy her presence. (No, I am not into bestiality; cats are just more reliable than romance, it seems.) (Well, cats and music.)
I drove to work amidst lexi, mercedes, SUVs, and other horrific baby boomer vehicles underneath a gray sky. Yay! Gray... reminds me of home, where rain and a good book are all it takes to satisfy me... in addition to living in an early twentieth-century house with wood floors and tall windows, hearing the occasional sound of a streetcar humming along, but all in all, quiet. No loud kids screaming unintelligible Spanish around the pool, no blaring salsa music, no angry Haitians barking at one another (or is that talking?) ...
Last night I purchased the SMiLE CD (Brian Wilson), and I am filled with hope, and lately that feeling has been a rarity living amongst such cold people. (Why are people so cold here?) Brian Wilson is nothing but warm; he understands the human condition and re-creates it in songs. It's been a long time since I've listened to songs that remind me of emotions I've felt. It makes me want to ask, "How does he know?" Well, of course he knows; he didn't leave his bed for two years, his band mates (his family members) turned on him, he was a major addict, he couldn't manage an adult relationship with anyone... or his kids... but finally, he has released the magic of his past. We thought it would never happen! He seemed so damaged by drugs and his own self-destruction that it is a shock to me that he is the Wilson brother to survive. Anyway, if life can get better for one formerly very-fucked-up person as Brian Wilson, life can get better for anyone. Not just better... one can achieve one's dreams... eventually. Maybe the key is patience, after all, and looking for things to distract and order the mind......................gotta go home play the bass the bass the bass.................gotta focus on the present
11.30.2004
Vanity of vanities...
We knew it would happen, folks... yet why do people still want to inject botulism into their faces? What's wrong with wrinkles? Here's a non-shocker: a story in which four people have been poisoned by an allegedly tainted dose of Botox..................it happened right here in sofla.
La musique
I missed Brian Wilson's Smile, but it can be heard here....
a mermaid returns to the ocean
SmRt Stuff
a blog about Google scholar: http://schoogle.blogspot.com/
We knew it would happen, folks... yet why do people still want to inject botulism into their faces? What's wrong with wrinkles? Here's a non-shocker: a story in which four people have been poisoned by an allegedly tainted dose of Botox..................it happened right here in sofla.
La musique
I missed Brian Wilson's Smile, but it can be heard here....
a mermaid returns to the ocean
SmRt Stuff
a blog about Google scholar: http://schoogle.blogspot.com/
11.29.2004
In the style of Indie Rock Librarian, I am going to give you, my nonexistent reader, a review of a couple of shows I saw this past week.
The Hives (November 24, 2004): Since when does a Swedish guy cop a Southern accent? Doesn't matter since The Hives put on the best show I've seen in a long time. Highlights: not one mess-up, wrong note, or mistake. This band has the show down. They came out wearing the white suits.....and took parts of the suits off at the same time (jackets, folks). The sound was full and loud and mixed well with the many malibu and pineapples. The lead singer insulted the audience and they booed -- ha ha! Apparently Floridians can't accept that they live in a retirement community...nor can they appreciate a healthy dose of cockiness. More cocky: lead guitarist habitually blew his strummin' fingers... the guitarists and the drummer threw picks and sticks at audience periodically. (They must carry bags of these on tour.) The best part, besides the fact that they played a healthy, balanced does of all their music: in mid-song, the whole band, including a roadie fixin' somethin', paused for about ten seconds. Or maybe a minute. Not one blinked an eye nor looked like they were breathing... the lead singer broke the pause by rolling his eyes back and forth maniacally... sang a lyric, and the band chimed in, on time and in tune, with his next line. Perfectly rehearsed. There's more to Sweden than Peter Forsberg, after all.
The Rogers Sisters (opened for the hives): did I like them? I'm not sure. I suppose one can describe them as art rock... a tiny bit b-52's... a tiny bit devo... when in doubt, I always concentrate on The Cute One, and in this case, the cute one happened to be the bassist. His bass was as wide as he was tall. He was rockin' and rollin' and stompin' all over the stage... and he was stummin' that thing loudly... very important. He was quite hot, and satisfied many of MJ's criteria: bass player, Asian ethnicity... and he just looked like he was having fun.
Die Stinkin' and Billy Boloby (Nov. 26): This one was at the Red Lion Pub. I really enjoy that venue since it is intimate and has an outdoor space where you can actually drink -- albeit in a fucking goddamn south florida parking lot... oh, the bands... die stinkin' was having fun, as they always do. Between DS and BB, there was a 3-person band (I'm into 3-person bands these days) comprised of DS and BB members. So I guess you could call it Die Billy. Or Stinkin' Billy. Or Die Boloby... anyway, I really did enjoy this trio and hope for more. Billy Boloby: what a great name and what a wacky bunch of fellows. I am really warming up to these guys. The lead singer, if you are too drunk to listen to the music, is fun to watch since he is always flappin' legs like a dying butterfly. The music is fun and lighthearted and not derivative: http://billyboloby.com/
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Today's Pet Peeves:
>>>Guys who try to date chicks more than ten years younger than themselves... and preferably have long hair, substantial teets, and a perpetual smile with no backtalk. There are lots of guys like this in South Florida... who want a kewpie doll to make them look and feel younger. Pathetic. >>>MySpace.
>>>application essays
>>>seein' exes out. Ugh. Recipe for drugs and alcohol deluxe.
Well, that's all for now. Please come back for more when you get a chance... and remember, new orleans readers who question why on earth I would move to such a vacuous place as SoFla...
MJ is comin' back when the God of Employment decides to take pity!!
The Hives (November 24, 2004): Since when does a Swedish guy cop a Southern accent? Doesn't matter since The Hives put on the best show I've seen in a long time. Highlights: not one mess-up, wrong note, or mistake. This band has the show down. They came out wearing the white suits.....and took parts of the suits off at the same time (jackets, folks). The sound was full and loud and mixed well with the many malibu and pineapples. The lead singer insulted the audience and they booed -- ha ha! Apparently Floridians can't accept that they live in a retirement community...nor can they appreciate a healthy dose of cockiness. More cocky: lead guitarist habitually blew his strummin' fingers... the guitarists and the drummer threw picks and sticks at audience periodically. (They must carry bags of these on tour.) The best part, besides the fact that they played a healthy, balanced does of all their music: in mid-song, the whole band, including a roadie fixin' somethin', paused for about ten seconds. Or maybe a minute. Not one blinked an eye nor looked like they were breathing... the lead singer broke the pause by rolling his eyes back and forth maniacally... sang a lyric, and the band chimed in, on time and in tune, with his next line. Perfectly rehearsed. There's more to Sweden than Peter Forsberg, after all.
The Rogers Sisters (opened for the hives): did I like them? I'm not sure. I suppose one can describe them as art rock... a tiny bit b-52's... a tiny bit devo... when in doubt, I always concentrate on The Cute One, and in this case, the cute one happened to be the bassist. His bass was as wide as he was tall. He was rockin' and rollin' and stompin' all over the stage... and he was stummin' that thing loudly... very important. He was quite hot, and satisfied many of MJ's criteria: bass player, Asian ethnicity... and he just looked like he was having fun.
Die Stinkin' and Billy Boloby (Nov. 26): This one was at the Red Lion Pub. I really enjoy that venue since it is intimate and has an outdoor space where you can actually drink -- albeit in a fucking goddamn south florida parking lot... oh, the bands... die stinkin' was having fun, as they always do. Between DS and BB, there was a 3-person band (I'm into 3-person bands these days) comprised of DS and BB members. So I guess you could call it Die Billy. Or Stinkin' Billy. Or Die Boloby... anyway, I really did enjoy this trio and hope for more. Billy Boloby: what a great name and what a wacky bunch of fellows. I am really warming up to these guys. The lead singer, if you are too drunk to listen to the music, is fun to watch since he is always flappin' legs like a dying butterfly. The music is fun and lighthearted and not derivative: http://billyboloby.com/
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Today's Pet Peeves:
>>>Guys who try to date chicks more than ten years younger than themselves... and preferably have long hair, substantial teets, and a perpetual smile with no backtalk. There are lots of guys like this in South Florida... who want a kewpie doll to make them look and feel younger. Pathetic. >>>MySpace.
>>>application essays
>>>seein' exes out. Ugh. Recipe for drugs and alcohol deluxe.
Well, that's all for now. Please come back for more when you get a chance... and remember, new orleans readers who question why on earth I would move to such a vacuous place as SoFla...
MJ is comin' back when the God of Employment decides to take pity!!
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