Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Modest mouse, music, Pavement, Rilo Kiley, self-indulgence, Teeth like god's shoeshine
What is it that makes me the most boring of all boring white people? It’s probably my music taste. Unlike my discopunk/old school hip-hop/whatever the fuck sounds good to him on pitchfork savvy boyfriend, I mingle with the same four bands over and over.
1. Pavement. I saw Stephen Malkmus at Siren Fest. It was a shitty show just because of the delay on the speakers and the impossible crowd in the street, but it still felt good to be in the presence of the dude who sang Summer Babe.
2. Weezer. I never got to see Weezer, but I played Pinkerton and The Blue Album everyday before school. I also dressed like Rivers Cuomo for awhile.
I guess we both actually dressed like lesbians.
3. Modest Mouse is probably the reason I got heavy into poetry when I was in high school. The Lonesome Crowded West will forever be my favorite album. Twangy guitar, heavy guitar, screaming, sad singing, beautiful and really weird lyrics that wrench my heart every time. I can’t say I feel the same affinity for the Modest Mouse of today, but any time I hear Issac Brock’s voice, I remember sitting in my attic-bedroom and listening to Teeth Like God’s Shoeshine for the first time.
4. Rilo Kiley. I spent a lot of time reading about Jenny Lewis and deciding I liked her before I got a copy of Take Off’s and Landings. Previously, the only female musicians I was into were Jewel and Faith Hill (I know.) or something. When I worked at a greenhouse in Batavia, I would sing every song off The Execution of All Things and pretend that I had a group of boys playing instruments to back me up. I still do that, but it’s only when I’m home alone.
So, those would all be details I’d include in the “Music” section of any social networking site if I didn’t want to be the self-indulgent obnoxious girl. And here I am with a blog.
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I’m starting to regret titling a post “Robot Date Rape.” WordPress has a feature in blog stats that shows you what people googled to find you. So, here’s the beginning of a list to some weird ones.
1. “Sleepy Rape”
2. “Robot Date Rape” — probably the third most googled phrase to find my blog after “the real world” and “friday.”
3. “Woke up raped”
4. “stoned, urinated”
5. “red hair extentions massachusetts”
The fifth one isn’t as good, but so far those are the most ridiculous terms that have led information superhighway users to my door.
Not a day goes by that I don’t end up feeling really uncomfortable in whatever I decided to wear to work. Yesterday, I had no other clean jeans that I wanted to wear, so I opted for a pair that had been worn for about a week without washing. By the end of the day I had to keep pulling them up, they were loose around my knees, and I could not stop sweating.
Today I’m wearing leggings, a t-shirt, and rain boots. I just saw the sun come out, and I’m worried that by the time I need to leave to walk the dogs, it’s going to be a blistering 86 degrees out.
Anyway, dear Internet, send more rain.
Apparently when you google “rain” the South Korean pop star comes up.
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I’d like to have a single sentence that could explain why I’m so fascinated with the next season of Real World, but it’s impossible. I guess since it’s going to be in Brooklyn — The Brooklyn Paper reports that it will be in Red Hook — I think that I can better predict the way the season will play out.
The Real Worlders will be virtually isolated in this neighborhood. Since the subway is absent from the area, and the bus is probably the least attractive form of public transportation, MTV will probably buy each of the cast members their own bikes. That’s if they don’t get their own short bus for the excursions.
Since Ikea is so close, I imagine that at the last minute of renovation in the loft, the designers for the show will have to purchase some of the high-end but still flimsy and cheap furniture from the gigantic blue warehouse neighbor. Wrap-around suede couches and shiny countertops? Got ‘em. Maybe they’ll each get a pair of those slippers in bins they have all over Ikea.
Finally, they’re going to hook up with writers. Lots of writers, artists, and some quirky baristas with lots of tattoos. I wonder if Real World Brooklyn will cast to match the current demographic of Park Slope area Brooklyn.
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Once again, I find myself as an old lady shaking her fist and changes in technology. I was about to say “improvements,” but I realized that the new facebook isn’t that improved. It just looked like someone decided to fuck with me.
Anyway. All of the messages people have written on your wall, and the stalkers-feed for your page are combined into one column of info that cascades down from your status. The birthday, relationship status, etc are now under your user picture. Anyway, it looks like there’s more clicking on of tabs to get information.
It’s not as bad as I initially thought it would be, but I feel like someone’s scamming me.
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A couple weeks ago, I sent my mom a link to the nytimes article about the increase in muggings around Pratt. She just replied yesterday:
Sharon!
I read the Times story about the muggings. Be careful and don’t look like you have money when you are walking around. Also – watch your back. Tell Scott to do the same. I don’t want you two beaten up, okay?
Love,
Your mother.
How about some martial arts classes?
It’s going to be a long shitty day.
Reasons why:
1. The rain is about as appreciated as a beer replacing dinner. Or with dinner. Don’t judge me.
2. There are precollege students flooding the library and asking me how to get to the basement. It’s true, orientation week will be worse.
3. I tried to buy a train ticket back to New York from Buffalo and found out that the price had been jacked up from $55 to $105. I’m having a hard time considering an 8 hour bus ride from hell, and I’m a little too chicken shit to try a rideshare.
4. Walking dogs in a muddy park.
5. There’s this. I can see some male soldiers going crazy for Heidi Montag, but what does it mean when both she and Spencer Pratt are performing? Will they dance on stage like Osmonds?
**Update**
I just bought a ticket to ride the MegaBus from Buffalo to New York. It’s going to be 8 hours long, but it only cost me $45. This is going to be like riding the Fung Wah bus between New York and Boston TWICE. I’m hoping to buy some sedatives to accompany whatever thick ear plugs I can get from CVS. This will also be a good time to coax my dying ipod mini back to life.
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I’m really into these burger king ads.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Cobble Hill Cinema, Fort Greene, Red Bamboo, The Dark Knight
If it’s the weekend and you ask me what I want to do, going to the movies probably isn’t the first thing I’ll suggest. But y’know, the Dark Knight came out this weekend so OF COURSE I wanted to go. Just like the rest of New York.
Scott attempted to purchase tickets for a showing at Court Street Cinema, but all of the times before midnight were sold out. Cobble Hill Cinema had tickets available, so we booked it for there at 10 p.m. After dinner at Red Bamboo (Willy Bobo’s and fries), we waited fifteen minutes for the G. The line in front of Cobble Hill Cinema went down the entire block. Scott went into the theater to find seats while I waited in line for the bathroom. I got a text message that said “Sorry in advance.” At first, I wondered what could be so bad. Sure, there were a lot of people, but had someone done the unthinkable and brought their two year old? Were there no two seats available together (kind of like the G train whenever it’s mostly full)?
I have never been to Cobble Hill Cinema before, but I knew that their ticket prices were cheap some days. Like, $6.50 on Tuesdays and Thursdays. It’s because the theater sucks. When I made it into the theater after the hellacious bathroom line, I struggled to find Scott. Somehow, he was in the second row of seats. There’s no stadium seating, and the first row is something like two yards away from the screen. Everyone else who was exiled to the front three rows sat down and started to joke about having to crane their necks up and roll their eyes down to see the movie. After five minutes of stewing in our seats, we got up. The people in the very front row ahead of us asked if we were leaving when we got up. “Yeah, I can’t believe they would sell tickets for these seats.” I was pretty pissed. When we went out to get our money back, the boxoffice dude didn’t ask any questions and just handed Scott a $20 bill.
So… bummer. But I didn’t want to belong to the only handful of people in New York who would say that the Dark Knight sucked.
With the money saved on tickets, we got mojitos at Habana Outpost.
There’s nothing wrong with my arms, I’m just double jointed.
From nymag.com, the following are designs from Project Runway.
This is totally disgusting, but the Blayne’s design on the right makes it appear as if the model’s tampon has migrated a bit. The conceptual designs are my favorite just for the reactions of suburban folks. “Who would EVER wear that??” And I like to entertain the vision of a Pratt Student (who totally would wear any of the outfits above) walking around campus or a party dressed like that.
I haven’t been keeping up with Project Runway since I tend to avoid television most of the time, but I still feel at liberty to comment on the effects of the show. When my mom and I started watching season two of PR together, we suddenly knew how to talk about design. Soon it became a contest of fashion proficiency to be sure we were up to speed with Nina Garcia, Michael Kors and Heidi Klum. We knew what “loud” meant in the context of a dress. Being “safe” wasn’t good.
I still find myself deeply in love with Daniel Vosovic (I’ve had dreams that he wanted to make out with me even though I know I could never make that happen), so he’s untouchable when it comes to developing the stereotypes for the show. Vosovic wouldn’t be part of the mold for a stereotype anyway since he seemed to be doing the show to really jump-start his career after graduating from FIT. As you watch any show that has a formula (Ahem, Real World), the token faux-hawk — as mentioned in the nymag breakdown –, the eccentric hippie, the gay man that could pass for a butch lesbian, the late bloomer to the fashion world, etc. etc. all make their way into sum of Project Runway.
Anyway, that’s all I’ve got to comment on for now. I’ve had coffee (which my stomach is strong enough to handle again, yay!) and I’m still groggy.
