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what i listen to on the way there and in between

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Song of the Day - Day Two
Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye - Leonard Cohen

01 Hey, That's No ...

I love Leonard Cohen and am frightened by him all at the same time. But you can guarantee that I will see him on this next tour, as reported by Pitchfork TODAY...

Monday, January 21, 2008

Let's Try This:

Song of the Day - Day One

I know there are plenty of David Bowie songs that I love more than this one, but every couple of months this is my favorite.

David Bowie - Ashe...

I love that sexy Bowie falsetto in the first stanza -

They got a message from the action man
Im happy, hope youre happy too
Ive loved all Ive needed love
Sordid details following

I think I love the way he harmonizes with himself at 'I'm happy, hope you're happy too...'

I never done good things
I never done bad things
I never did anything out of the blue, woh-o-oh
Want an axe to break the ice
Wanna come down right now

I always belt out that line like nobody's business, embellish the whoa-oh...

But then again, I'm listening to Diamond Dogs now. And it's already my favorite again.


(still smoke free, drinking Guinness at home out of a glass, passively watching anthony bourdain in vancouver,back to the cube tomorrow)

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Long weekend.

So, I slept super late yesterday and wasted an entire saturday, found out my favorite uncle has inoperative lung cancer, finished a pack of cigarettes and decided that now was the time to quit smoking. So, needless to say it's whole day one, even though I am counting it as day two. I just feel like it is rude of me to be smoking when Richard is sick because of smoking. Maybe that's a weird rationale for that, because it doesn't have me actually reflecting on my own mortality that much. Maybe that actually is part of it and I'm denying it. But mostly, I am craving a good smoke right now, but thanks to the weather and my strangely strong willpower (or laziness), I think I might actually last the day...

Will someone bring me a cigarette? Slap my hand, ok?

Today has already been a great day, woke up, started finally reading 'Love is a Mixtape' while listening to the RetroActive (New Wave) channel on my cable while Jesse worked on his character for the RPG he's playing tonight - how romantic - total nerditude, but what's new. We are super nerds, that'll never change. We were introduced because of our collected love/obsession with Star Wars, so this is how these things happen. We had a super tasty breakfast of croissants with some scrambled eggs with chives and a 4 year cheddar and some strawberries... so, yay. For a change I actually cooked breakfast for Jesse while he was on the computer instead of the other way around. I'm very proud.

And I want a cigarette. Crap. Time to go read some more to take my mind off of it.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

I have to say, and I mean this unironically, that this is one of THE MOST entertaining music videos of all time.

Saturday, January 05, 2008

Chalk it Up

Andrea wrote about her current sentiments about Quarterlife here. She had mentioned it to me a while back and I took viewing it into consideration... but just in the back of my mind. So when I was reading her most recent blogpost I accidentally clicked on the link for the show, and it immediately froze up my computer... annoying. But I went back to it... and watched the most recent episode. And then went back and watched the first - and through the, what am I on now, tenth episode... and so it goes - I am addicted.

This show is definitely a grown up My So-Called Life - and why wouldn't it be? It was put together by almost the same people... not the creator - but the producers, the same people who have brought you equally overdramatic, yet touching shows like, Once and Again, Thirtysomething, and correct me if I am wrong - that ridiculously great show that used to be on ABC after The Golden Girls back when I was a kid - Sisters. You know, the one with the sisters that all had masculine girl's names because their father had wished they had been boys or something stupidly clever like that... anyways.

As much as I am addicted to the drama of this show, here is my question... why can't I stop watching it? Why did I crack a beer at two am to smoke at my counter and watch this more... and then write a horrifically long, random blogpost about it? Because while some people watch movies and television and online shows to simply be entertained and/or learn something or acquire information or whathaveyou - I have come to the realisation, and not for the first time - that I watch these things to disappear. I watch, to wrap myself up in something, an experience, moments that are not my own. And yes, this is most definitely not a new concept to anyone. This is not some earth-shattering realisation of just how unique I am in this feeling. It's mostly me being long-windedly introspective, as charmingly and emaciatedly done by the pretty girl that plays Dylan on Quarterlife. But whatever, it's late and I am enjoying a moment of buzzed solitude and it's my blog so I can say what I want...

And it just dawned on me. I'll be 29 in nine months. My quarterlife? Well, I'm past that. But the upcoming eleven years? Let's just hope they aren't too much like Thirtysomething. Because really? I can't deal with that much Peter Horton. But I do recognize that I am entering the stage in between... maybe it'll be a combination of the two - because as much as the coming-of-age shit should be in my dust, I've always been a late bloomer. And I'm still in my, listen to me, listen to me, read my stuff, read this thing I wrote, take me seriously phase. And I still wrestle with the concept of calling myself a "Writer" and I am still mildly crippled by fear every time I sit down to write. But maybe, in my Patricia Wettig Thirtysomething phase, I will embrace it like I have been meant to since I started scribbling furiously on a notebook page, or on the harsh light of a laptop screen in the three-am dark - but until then I will just keep trying and I will refuse to reach for the Xanax when it's time for me to write.