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[16 Jan 2007|05:24pm] |
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more stealings from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1) _ladylazarus_:
top 25 bands of the current given moment that i'm into (in no order):
1. beirut
2. nellie mckay
3. lucksmiths
4. math and physics club
5. sambassadeur
6. wolf parade
7. teenage fanclub
8. the 6ths
9. the shins
10. kings of convenience
11. the national
12. french kicks
13. the walkmen
14. jenny lewis
15. regina spektor
16. okkervil river
17. the decemberists
18. rocketship
19. olivia tremor control
20. i'm from barcelona
21. destroyer
22. camera obscura
23. cerveris
24. spoon
25. stereolab
( useless information regarding me and the above bands yay )
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[16 Jan 2007|04:45pm] |
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um ok so a meme a meme...though i think anything i might reveal about myself is most likely already known by anyone who would be reading this post. tagged by _ladylazarus_.
each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself. people who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird habits/things/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. at the end you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.
1. in 1996, at the corner of west 52nd street and eighth avenue in new york city, i jumped through the window of oasis's stopped limousine in an attempt to get either or both of the gallagher brothers' autographs. i got liam's. the band's publicist pushed me back out the window. i was not harmed.
2. at age 13, i bowled a 214 and was awarded girls' high game in the our lady of mount carmel lyceum children's bowling league. the trophy, i believe, continues to collect dust in my parents' attic.
3. i can do a round-off AND a cartwheel, woot.
4. i've never seen any of the godfather movies, and i'm half-italian. (the half-polish side of me is in protest, obviously.)
5. i have a classically trained singing voice (which is all mucked up now due to years of consuming dairy products, smoking cigarettes, drinking alcoholic beverages, and, um, not practicing).
6. i've kissed more than a few minor indie rock celebrities.
7. i think watermelon is disgusting, but snails are delicious!
8. (everybody already knows that) i have never been behind the wheel of a motorized vehicle. not even just playin'.
9. (everybody also already knows that) i am kind of a big broadway musical dorkus.
10. i'm allergic to bubble bath and bee stings.
11. and one (more) for good luck: at age 15, some teen angst-y poem i wrote about my very first unrequited looooove was published in sassy magazine (of course).
this was hard, mostly because i'm just so normal.
tagging (god, TEN people?): pastels_badge, brasstax, dinerjunkie, touchmenots, the_air_hostess, a_cup_of_tea, kaleidoscope73, obstacle_girl...crikey, none of my friends post anymore.
ps. i don't really word-blog anymore, but i have been keeping busy over here on flickr, more or less daily. come visit.
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| paging ellen ripley |
[18 Oct 2006|07:34pm] |
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notes: - hair and i are over! finally. i feel so...free. actually, i thought my head would feel so much lighter and it doesn't, exactly. the only real physical difference is, when i move my head around maniacally, nothing moves. as for looks, i like it (holding out for amy was a wise choice). i would post a picture but i'm shy (twee moment of the day, right there). plus i am very, very mysterious. no really, it looks a little like this:  with a little of this:  to keep it real. (you SO weren't expecting sigourney, were you?!) - when i returned from lunch today, there was a package on my desk from red envelope, which was truly bizarre because it's not mother's day and i don't have any kids (that i know of). hoping it wasn't a bomb, i opened it and found... CHOCOLATE COVERED OREOS. stephanie got a box too so i suppose it's somehow work-related (or maybe someone at red envelope just really, really likes me and stephanie). - there's another commercial which features an of montreal song (this time it's 'every day feels like sunday'). i'm not sure what's being advertised (stock options? cable tv? paper products?) but the whole thing is a step up from 'let's go outback toniiiiiiiiiight.' i looked on youtube for a link but alas, it's not there. (shockingly so...isn't everything ever on youtube?) - candy corn = bliss - why can't it be friday already? on friday i am planning on eating sick amounts of gorgonzola and getting that red wine lips thing going with some truly fantastic people. alas and alack...for now i must settle for wednesday and the project runway finale. (i think i might get some red wine lips out of this deal though as well, woot.) |
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[10 Oct 2006|11:50am] |
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major snafu in the hair-and-me-breakup: about an hour ago, one of the well-coiffed receptionists at my fantastic hair place called me to let me know my usual gal, amy, called out sick from work today, and would i like to reschedule with amy on a later date or come in tonight to see another stylist? what to do, what to do. i kind of spent the last few days psyching myself up for the the breakup. i mean, this is no minor trim we're talking about here...i'm going drastically short. i feel ready and i kind of just want to do it and face the consequences of possibly looking like i am carrying around a bespectacled potato between my shoulders. on the other hand...there's the matter of hairstylist etiquette. it would be very bad hairstylist etiquette of me (and very bad hairstyle karma too...who knows what damage the new, strange stylist's scissors could do) to switch to another stylist after seeing amy for so long. and could this roadblock possibly be a sign, suggesting that maybe hair and i can work through our problems and maybe even sustain a loving relationship someday? for now...hair and i are stuck with each other. i am scheduled to see amy next week (in the end it's better to maintain good karma with someone who wields sharp objects near your head) though i still don't know what's going to happen...maybe, in the next seven days, hair and i could make it work? le week-end was pretty awesome...especially friday night, when i reconnected with my dear friend suzanne. the few hours i spent with her was evidence that i am most assuredly blessed with truly good, wonderful people in my life and i need to remind myself of this as often as i can (and be good and wonderful to everyone too). i can't even remember the last time she and i sat down, just the two of us, for a catch-up beyond the 'what have you been up to?' variety, and despite the months without, it's like we put the last conversation on 'pause' and just pressed 'play' again friday night. speaking with her was... fortifying. which i guess sounds kind of dramatic, but i need zan-like reminders more often. (i wish i was a better writer so i could more beautifully express how much i love my friends.) amidst the fortification, zan and i ate pear and gorgonzola salad at lil' frankie's, rocked out at the library (we got carded! we got carded!), and then for something completely different, found ourselves in the middle of a scary multi-level west village hip-hop club-type place looking for my insane-in-a-fun-way cousin karen. i crossed a velvet rope, i paid a cover charge, i danced to shakira, and my milkshake brought all the boys to the yard, because they're like, it's better than yours. yay for new experiences, but i am so not ever going back. zan and i want to take karen on the old-folks tour of the lower east side (ie, bars that were cool six years ago). the rest of the weekend was relatively low-key...kristy and i nixxed the cemetery tour (it's been there for a hundred years, it will be there next weekend) and i spent most of saturday on the couch, watching dvrs and finally, gigi, because i am a sucker for most things a) french, b) 50s, c) technicolor, and d) musical. sunday i did my laundry. some ancient lady yelled at me in spanish and when i offered her my limited mastery of the language ('no habla espanol'), she yelled at me some more (i think she wanted my chair, and though i am still not sure, i gave it to her anyway, because i hate yelling in any language). so if i want to truly succeed in my new 'hood, 'learn spanish' should probably move up a few notches on my 'to do' list (though of course remain below 'quit smoking' and 'break up with hair'). |
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[02 Oct 2006|01:55pm] |
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notes: - it's day 8 of the horrible, horrible cold. at least i am no longer hakking up small aliens...but come on already cold, get out of here. nobody likes you. - file under 'news you already probably heard or read about but i'm going to mention anyway': on saturday morning some crazy dude held a lady hostage under serrated knifepoint at the met food right down the block from my old apartment. apparently the cops showed up, there was a scuffle, and the crazy dude was shot and killed by one of the cops. (i am not sure if this happened IN the store or outside of it...for some reason i am thinking it was outside.) lesley the cool editor told me that it is a case of 'suicide by police'...apparently this is a trend among the crazies nowadays? you purposely do something bad, something so bad a cop will want to shoot and kill you, so you don't have to go through the trouble of offing yourself. (genius!) anyway...i'm totally shocked this all went down in my old happy baby and puppy land 'hood, and very grateful i wasn't there, cos met food was sort of my saturday morning hangout. - me? marc bolan? me? marc bolan?  hair is coming off next tuesday. perhaps i will post a photo. but most likely not. - saturday night was really pleasant. i ate copious amounts of pate and mussels with justin and seth at bar tabac, and showed them the outside of my old apartment (curtains in my old windows! lights on upstairs!) before we headed down smith to the zombie hut for tanya birthday cocktails (i drank something large and highly toxic that came out of a slurpee machine, called a 'frozen zombie'...the kind of drink that at first sip makes you need to take a seat). there was a bit of a mini-vc reunion going on: besides the three of us and tanya (obviously), phoebe w. came up for a visit from virginia! i was so pleased to see her...it had been something like, 7 years? since the last time we hung out. she's her same hilarious self. old record industry friend sam was there too (she's the one who told me all about the met food fiasco) and the biggest surprise of the evening...an appearance by eamon, who i didn't even know lived in new york. apparently he lives two neighborhoods away and he actually works a BLOCK away from me. it's bizarre and yet so new york that when you don't know something about someone, or that something is going on...a play, a film, an exhibit, someone else's whole life...in my limited existence, it's like the thing or the person doesn't even really exist. now that i have knowledge of eamon's nyc-ness i bet i will run into him a million times. (or maybe not, cos he's like, a big-time lawyer and i'm...me.) |
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[29 Sep 2006|03:56pm] |
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dude. duuuuuuuuuuude. can i say? i am so happy it's friday. at this late hour at the end of the week, i am thinking of nothing much else but my bed. not eating for six days makes you tired (the appetite, incidentally, is more or less back...i will miss you, rapid weight loss). last saturday morning, i did my 6.15 auto-wake-up thing, panicked for a sec, and then blissfully realized, 'it's saturday.' i am looking forward to that similar feeling tomorrow morning.
but for now, *yawn* i stayed out too late last night (11.30, so late). me and the other webgirls staged an emergency drink-supplemented pow-wow at under the volcano (had not thought i'd be going back there anytime soon, but thankfully didn't run into any old co-workers) and then somehow kristy and i ended up at the boat, bemoaning the slim pickins and sharing tales of our sordid indie rawk pasts. i/we really lucked out with kristy joining our team. besides being a fantastic fit for our team, she is just a fabulous lady, generally of the ass-kicking variation, plus we have a lot in common (like cat obsession and obscure 90s bands fandom). it's not often i meet people i even vaguely like, never mind one who has the same references as i do, woot.
so this morning my hair and i had a heart-to-heart:
me: hair, listen...you been actin' a little crazy lately.
hair: ...
me: hair, you know i been tryin' to give you your freedom an' all...but it's making me look bad.
hair: ...
me: i hate to do this to you but...i think it's time we parted ways.
hair: ...
so yeah, me and hair are breaking up again. but for now we gotta live with each other until i get enough money to pay hair to leave. whenever hair takes off, i do know this: there's not gonna be much of her left.
in even nerdier news: i joined my company's holiday choir. i don't know when we rehearse, what we'll be singing, who is in it, how many singers it's comprised of, if anyone is any good, or if everyone is amazing and i am going to look ridiculous, but i do know i am looking forward to choral singing again. it's been like...12 years since i've sang in a choir (dang) so this should be very interesting.
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[29 Sep 2006|11:27am] |
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stolen from plainmabel, as usual...it's friday am and that can only mean one thing... answer the following questions using only two words.1. when was the last time you shaved?this morning 2. explain what ended your last relationship.miscommunication breakdance 3. what were you doing this morning at 8 a.m.?singing showtunes 4. what were you doing 15 minutes ago?drinking coffee 5. are you any good at math?ish sometimes 6. your prom night?lame lame 7. do you have any famous ancestors?super mario 8. have you had to take a loan out for school?ugh yes 9. do you know the words to the song on your myspace profile?no song 10. last thing received in the mail?real simple 11. how many different beverages have you had today?coffee coffee 12. do you ever leave messages on people's answering machine?2006 voicemail 13. who did you lose your CONCERT virginity to?belinda carlisle 14. do you draw your name in the sand when you go to the beach?don't go 15. what's the most painful dental procedure you've had?braces yow 16. what is out your back door?talkative mexicans 17. any plans for friday night?knit dangerously 18. do you like what the ocean does to your hair?toxic explosion 19. have you ever received one of those big tins of 3 different popcorns?preservatives yum! 20. have you ever been to a planetarium?of course 21. do you re-use towels after you shower?why not 22. some things you are excited about?pumpkin pie 23. what is your favorite flavor of JELLO?not blue 24. describe your keychain(s)?ugly doll 25. where do you keep your change?brooklyn cup 26. when was the last time you spoke in front of a large group of people?new orleans 27. what kind of winter coat do you own?black black 28. what was the weather like on your graduation day?crazy bright 29. do you sleep with the door to your room open or closed?open always this meme was fun...good practice in case i'm ever rendered a cavewoman. |
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[28 Sep 2006|03:01pm] |
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being friends with the health editor has its privileges. she is always getting tons of free healthy shit in the mail and passing it all off to me and the rest of the webgirls. today i acquired gum, mints, toothpaste, a tongue scraper (woot), and floss (floss! i am kind of addicted to flossing) from a nice company called breath rx. because you know, good dental health is just as, if not more so, important as good mental health, whee.
last night i ventured to the jerz to see my moms and dads, eat real food (managed most of my shrimp marinara, those of you monitoring my food intake), pick up the hangers i left there (you can never have too many hangers, unless you have too little closet space, of course), and watch project runway with alberta, my latest pr convert (working on my brother...no, not really). the show cheaped out and didn't stick with only three finalists...all four final designers have a shot at fashion week, because they're all so freaking talented. gah, cop out. (team michael all the way.)
i also saw a commercial for the science of sleep and it made me want to cry. i can't wait.
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[27 Sep 2006|05:29pm] |
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probably everyone online plus my moms has seen this but holy shit yo: little superstarthanks to kristy m. for the introduction, i have filled my laughing quotient for the day. |
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| bits 'n' reese's pieces |
[27 Sep 2006|11:56am] |
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it's a posting freak-out psycho beach party! you know what's going to happen, though...i'm going to be all postpostpostpost for a few days, then quietly return to my little hole in the rl where no internet service provider dares to tread. though, for now, a few things: - minutes ago i learned my team is hiring a new member! which will make our little band of internet adventurers five strong. the problem is, the person that is being hired isn't being hired to help me, she's coming to help my boss. figures. my assistant (ha, well not my assistant, it's going to be a production assistant who works in my department with me but not exactly for me) won't be arriving maaaaaaaaaybe not even until february. drat. - you'll all be thrilled to know that i am kinda sorta eating again. on the long subway ride home last night, my phone rang while crossing the manhattan bridge...it was tig, inviting me to turkey burgers and tater tots at her place. of course i managed to eat the burger and the tots, and a glass of wine, and even the rice krispie treats she'd made with her meant-for-camping marshmallows. living downstairs from dear friends who can really cook definitely has its benefits. now i'll have to have her over for some lean cuisines and campbell's soup-at-hand. today i managed my usual cup o' cereal, though lunchtime is approaching and i am not even slightly interested. - in confusing news: the other morning, while i was prancing around my apartment getting ready to go to work, my usual abc morning television bleating on in the background, i heard a vaguely familiar tune in a commercial, and started singing along, even though my words were not matching the ones in the jingle. where i wanted to sing, 'let's pretend we don't exiiiiist...' the jingle went something like, 'let's go outback toniiiiight...' it happened again this morning, and now i've realized: outback steakhouse has used an of montreal song in a commercial, merely changing the words to accomodate meat-eating. and oh my god, you can see it here. wow, the world is crumbling before me. woot woot...i hope you're spending your money wisely, kevin. - i really, really, really want to see the prestige. - yesterday my co-worker (the one who lives in my old 'hood, the one i want to be when i grow up) told me her 12-year-old stepson, who lives half the week with her and her husband, and half the week with his mom in manhattan, lists on his myspace profile (12-year-olds have myspace profiles?) that his home is in brooklyn. she asked him why he didn't list manhattan, and he told her that brooklyn 'sounds better,' even though he 'doesn't live in the cool part.' i am dying to know what the cool part of brooklyn is to 12-year-olds...i'm thinking williamsburg, which is filled with 12-year-olds anyway. - my hair is at that weird 'i'm trying to grow it long' point where it's not really growing down, it's growing out, and by 'out' i mean 'sideways.' curse you, jenny lewis, for inspiring me. as the wise wilson philips once said, i gotta hold on, for one more day (though i think in my case it's going to be a few months at least). - and finally: today marks the 15th (15th! FIFTEENTH!) anniversary of dre day. i think at some point along keeping this lj i explained dre day, and i'm too lazy to find that link, so if you are so inclined, go search old september 27 entries to find out the day's origins. in brief, it marks my first nighttime excursion ever into the city unparentally supervised, and a huge bonding experience between my old high school girlfriends and i ( thoughtforms and i still wish each other a 'happy dre day' each year). it also marks my purchase of the morrissey 'my love life' single (on cassette, which i think i still have somewhere in my apartment). |
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[26 Sep 2006|02:23pm] |
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fun with sloganizer, courtesy (again) of plainmabelanastasia, in touch with tomorrow.
praise anastasia.
anastasia - play it!
anastasia - to feel free!
anastasia - living innovation
follow your anastasia.
anastasia for your kids!okay, i am over sloganizer. that was fun for about 3.6 seconds. in other news...i am unable to eat. everything edible, real or imagined, looks and smells suspicious and therefore uninteresting. really, it's like, i look at food and i am just kind of, 'okay...what?' this is HIGHLY UNUSUAL for me, considering i can normally eat even when i'm sleeping (it's true...there are photos). since friday night i've eaten: - two eggs - two english muffins - one bag of goldfish crackers (not all at once, thanks) - a piece of broccoli - a lean cuisine mac and cheese - two bites of pizza - 87685859077578856345586869 gallons of coffee (not really, but you get the idea) the good news is i've lost ten pounds since last tuesday. the bad news is...well, in that case is there really any bad news? |
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[22 Sep 2006|11:38am] |
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baby steps...due to a semi-promise made to brasstax the other day, i give you...my lame attempt at posting on this thing. ( big huge meme ) |
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| myspace: good for your sense of self-worth |
[19 Jun 2006|09:58am] |
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i was just obsessively updating my lj profile and then i remembered, oh...i promised myself i would write on this thing more often. writing on livejournal could be my downfall (along with the internet in general and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, which i've taken to consuming once a day)...friday morning i spent at least two hours filling out that meme, which was probably not the best idea, cos it lead me to fucking around on the internets for most of the rest of the day, then scrambling at 3 o'clock or so to make it look like i'd done some work. one of my procrastinatory exploits that day: i kind of went on a tear friending people on myspace, which is just bizarre for me considering i was so anti-myspace since its incarnation. you know how it is...once you get clicking, you can't stop. i found jens lekman's personal profile and lo, he friended me back!!! surely the most exciting thing that's happened to me in...forever. though i am quite positive jens friends everyone and i am not really all that special. (ha...'jens friends') after tooling around for a while, i also found the personal profile of my latest crush, mano...he friended me back too. *glee* myspace, if anything, is a wonderful tool for making you think famous people care about you, even slightly. mano just created a myspace music page featuring his original songs. not usually what i listen to, obviously, but his voice is so pretty. *more swooning* the weekend was...sweaty. more on that later, i need coffee. |
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[16 Jun 2006|02:16pm] |
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you all know i don't EVER post twice in one day, but this is important. right now i am eating what might possibly be the weirdest thing i've ever consumed, and also the white trashiest: nacho noodles. it's sort of like baked ziti or mac 'n' cheese, but nacho cheese-flavored, with pulverized doritos in there for good measure. the time inc. cafeteria really scrapes the bottom of the barrel on summer friday afternoons.
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[15 Jun 2006|03:54pm] |
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considering i just got a 'nudge' from silenceinspades, and i am doing an excellent job procrastinating from doing the increasingly huge pile of work laid before me (virtually, that is), i thought i'd post. after all, it's been seven weeks, according to the 'nudge' email (though i can bet i've gone without posting for longer). in the last seven weeks, i: - trimmed my bangs too short - ate thai sesame spicy chow fun noodles at least four times - became completely addicted to armistead maupin's tales of the city miniseries, which is shown every weeknight on logo, my second favorite gay channel (after bravo, of course) - turned 30 - managed to partake in over three hours of karaoke without consuming even one drop of alcohol (to celebrate aforementioned birthday) - accidentally stepped on a living snail in my garden - scored a free bathing suit and two pairs of shoes from work - learned way later than everyone else that if you toss mentos in bottle of diet coke, you can make your very own geyser! - quite possibly found a cheap alternative to my ultra-favorite, extraordinarily expensive anti-frizz hair products - developed a dorky fangirl crush on this guy- fried my ipod for the third time (and yes, it was delicious) - finally reconnected with some of my best friends, who live mere miles from me yet somehow i couldn't manage to hang out with any of them in something like six months - spent entirely too much money, on things i don't need (piles of clothing from target, take-out, unsatisfactory hair products), and things i do ( sweeney todd tickets) i am especially excited about the sweeney todd tickets, which i just purchased today. antigoni and i will be attending the show two weeks from tonight. as you all know, i am a closet showtunes queen and broadway hag (see: ridiculously gushy post about the boy from oz) so i am really fricking excited, considering something i feel worthy of my hard-earned bread only comes around every two years or so. though of course pete is already making me paranoid by saying it's likely the night i see the show, all of the principals will be played by understudies. so...maybe i will update this journal again. or maybe not. the suspense is killing you, i know. |
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