As of tonight…
I can perl stitch! In your face, yarn!
And yes, I was up until 12:30 knitting.
I went to see Sean Lennon last night at the newly (finally, expensively) renovated State Theatre. He was opened for by some guy named Charles Ramsey who was mediocre and an AMAZING English singer by the name of Kamila Thompson. She doesn’t have an album finished just yet, but you can listen to the tracks in her setlist on her MySpace. She may even add you as a friend. Listen to “Cars” first becuase it’s my favourite…and all the rest are good to, so choose a second track to sample on your own. Imagine her chugging wine from a plastic cup, slurring in her high London accent and being snarky. I’ll wait.
Right…on to the main show. Sean Lennon is kinda like watching Suri Cruise front a band in 20 years…except his parents were actually cool. Or like watching Shiloh Pitt perform…except Sean’s parents weren’t actors. Really, there is no comparison because he’s a pop culture demigod. On top of that, he sounds great live. I’ve been listening to his album, Friendly Fire for the last few days and I’m happy to report that he’s not a studio-only kind of artist. “Dead Meat” and “Parachute” both sounded just as polished live as on the recordings. And the sound: his dad. Basically, he is John Lennon if he would have been alive for the last twenty five years and making music in the same vein as Double Fantasy. What’s even more amazing was that – with the help of clothing, posturing and stage dressing – the late 70s/early 80s reel-to-reel vibe translated into the performance. To completely smother this cake in delicious, delicious icing, Yuka (Freakin’) Honda of Cibo Matto fame was ON KEYBOARDS. *dies as confetti*
I do have to deduct half a point for his occasional meanderings into guitar solos that require amounts of pot adequate for arrest as a dealer. In fairness, I’m sure he’s still contact-stoned from when his dad was alive…
I never paint self portraits, so this is entirely new for me. In fact, the figure started out life in my head as a 1950s French model with a long cigarette. However, I saw myself staring out of the emotion I was trying to convey so I guessed it would be easiest to just put me in the piece. My inspiration: those great 50s-60s advertisements done in watercolor. Usually they were for something mundane, but always beautiful and fluid.
It’s only been a few months, but I think I’m over this haircut. Expect something new when I come home. We shall see what the stylist is able to come up with if I bring her a few photos. :/
Last night I went to Hannah’s after work to help make some cookies for our office “holiday” party, drink some wine and prep for a knitting class. The outcome? The cookies are amazing, the wine had me slurring my speech and we never found the place where we were to go for our lessons. I think the hooch probably had nothing to do with that.
When I returned home, I was greeted by not another Xmas card from friends and family (thanks, all…they are lovely.) No, this card was from Volkswagen. And I will share it with you now, because it was perhaps the funniest thing I’ve gotten in the mail recently.
VW Card (292 K PDF)
I know it’s really gimmicky and total fluff, but I absolutely eat this stuff up. I’m pretty sure they know their demographic like crazy.
To the salon!
So, I curbed my front passenger wheel cover last week. Replaced it and what else was I going to do with the old one? Presenting, the silliest wreath you’ve seen today.
I’m tired and it’s only Tuesday night. Apparently I did not sleep enough over the weekend. Well, I know this for a fact since I was up by 8 both days. I’m also hopelessly confused about what I’m going to do with my job/moving situation. I wish I could make up my mind. Someone do it for me, ‘kay?
Thanks.
div•er•ti•men•to-noun Music. an instrumental composition in several movements, light and diverting in character, similar to a serenade
This time, Dusty and I decided that it would be a lot more fun to take MS_MM in a cheerier direction. Thusly, Part 2 of our “celebrity” playlist is dancier and poppier. Generally, I really like it and I think you will, too.
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You can download the tracks for a limited time by clicking right about here. (~67 MB, m4a)
The disc cover can be downloaded in PDF format, too!
An item I forgot to mention!: The name of this design shall henceforth be known as Florence: End of Days, Sunrise. That is all.
Have you ever found yourself sitting on the couch, holding the remote for your televiewer, absent-mindedly flipping through the channels when the thought “see what’s on MySpace” pops into your head? Do your fingers frantically stab at numbers on the keypad before your brain makes the connection that you can’t, in fact, google “Chinese nuclear power” on this device? I’m not sure if this makes me strange, marks me as an interwebs addict or is a sign of what technology should become. Hopefully all three.
In music: Yeah, I’m listening to Ghostface Killah with my over-40 coworker, Brett, in the room. What are you going to do about it? I mean, really.
I wake up
And the day feels
Broken
I tilt my head
I’m trying to get an angle
‘Cause the evening
I’ve always longed for
It could still happenHow do I master
The perfect day
Six glasses of water
Seven phonecallsIf you leave it alone
It might just happen
Anyway“It’s Not Up to You” by Björk
I think these lyrics are telling me something pretty important. What it is, I’m not sure, but I do honestly believe there is a lesson there and dammit all – I’m fixin’ to learn it! Actually, that’s an interesting statement. I’m also trying to figure out some fundamental things about Nick right now. Chief among these is why I don’t feel like I deserve for anyone to be nice to me. Why don’t I want gifts or help and why can’t I take a compliment? Socially, too, why is refusing a compliment rude if you honestly don’t feel as though you’ve earned it?
Danger: much pondering ahead.
Talked to Lindsie last night and I’m happy to report that she’s doing really well in her new city. I knew there was a cosmopolitan girl in there (probably a Cosmopolitan and a rum & coke, too.) Now, if I could come up with a justification for being her butler in a one bedroom apartment…
What will grow quickly, that you can’t make straight
It’s the price you gotta pay
Do yourself a favour and pack you bags
Buy a ticket and get on the train
Buy a ticket and get on the trainCause this is fucked up, fucked up
Cause this is fucked up, fucked upPeople get crushed like biscuit crumbs
And laid down in the bed you made
You have tried your best to please everyone
But it just isn’t happening
No, it just isn’t happeningAnd it’s fucked up, fucked up
And this is fucked up, fucked up
This your blind spot, blind spot
It should be obvious, but it’s not.
But it isn’t, but it isn’tYou cannot kickstart a dead horse
You just crush yourself and walk away
I don’t care what the future holds
Cause I’m right here and I’m today
With your fingers you can touch meI’m your black swan, black swan
But I made it to the top, made it to the top
This is fucked up, fucked upYou are fucked up, fucked up
This is fucked up, fucked upBe your black swan, black swan
I’m for spare parts, broken up“Black Swan” by Thom Yorke
Not necessarily my mood, but I still really like this song.
The design is all up in this piece! Hooray! Hooray! Thanks be to Dusty. The only issues I’m seeing that will need rectification thus far are:
Update: Dusty fixes everything. He’s like a kiss on your boo boo by mom…but better, and less creepy-sounding!
Anything else, folks?
In other news, the weekend is over. Screw that noise. I had a pretty good one: went to Harrisburg to shop and have lunch with the always lovely Marie Sloan on Saturday, did much of nothing yesterday. Lots of Starbucks and coffee products in general which is always the mark of a successful time of relaxation. I’m kicking ass at WindWaker (thanks, in part, to 1-800-4-HOOVER…my private advice line.) Uh, and that’s really the whole story.
Anybody want to see The Fountain with me this week?
Hoover gave me a copy of Windwaker, just for the hell of it! (Actually, he received an extra copy from an eBay seller, but I like to pretend.) I’ll be playing in a bit. Finally, a reason to own a GameCube!
Overall, my Thanksgiving break was hella fun. Had a fantastic night out with Lindsie, Dusty and Hoover on Wednesday…do order the French martini at Sweet Basil if you are ever in Shippenville. Do not, so much, order the bread vines. My pear pie was a hit at Thanksgiving lunch and I cleaned up with some beginner’s poker luck at Barbara Ann’s that evening. Drove Jayme and the boys back to Erie with Flora on Saturday, which was a nice escape from home and a good chance to drive Klaus on twisty bits of Route 8. Intersperse these things with vodka, wine and Wizard People, Dear Readers and you have my entire time at home fleshed out.
Now, I’m working on a mental list of Xmas gifts. I think I have decided on just about everything to get for my varied loved ones…just a matter of actually ordering/shopping.
Speaking of which, I’m all out of foodstuffs. I need to make a paper list for Wegman’s. I bid you ‘adieu.’