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11.29.2003
11.28.2003
the friday five
1. do you like to shop? why or why not?
i go through phases. at the moment, most definitely in a "yes" phase.
2. what was the last thing you purchased?
a bed for my apartment!!!!!!!!!!
3. do you prefer shopping online or at an actual store? why?
definitely at the store. i always think something will go wrong online - that is, something won't fit, will be broken, won't be what i expect. but i've gotten much better at online shopping. bwahaha.
4. did you get an allowance as a child? how much was it?
not really. every once in awhile we'd try the allowance thing, but mostly it was that if i wanted something that wasn't extreme, as long as i wasn't asking for things left and right, i'd get it eventually.
5. what was the last thing you regret purchasing?
regret? bjork's "homogenic." while i still think "unravel" is a gorgeous song, the album's not for me.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
1. do you like to shop? why or why not?
i go through phases. at the moment, most definitely in a "yes" phase.
2. what was the last thing you purchased?
a bed for my apartment!!!!!!!!!!
3. do you prefer shopping online or at an actual store? why?
definitely at the store. i always think something will go wrong online - that is, something won't fit, will be broken, won't be what i expect. but i've gotten much better at online shopping. bwahaha.
4. did you get an allowance as a child? how much was it?
not really. every once in awhile we'd try the allowance thing, but mostly it was that if i wanted something that wasn't extreme, as long as i wasn't asking for things left and right, i'd get it eventually.
5. what was the last thing you regret purchasing?
regret? bjork's "homogenic." while i still think "unravel" is a gorgeous song, the album's not for me.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
11.26.2003
i love where i work.
after i finished that post, i turned to find an impromptu volleyball game in progress in the newsroom. i immediately joined in, assuming another point in our misshapen hexagon of desk positions to volley around the beachball. after a few hits against the ceiling, my near-take out of a sign with the number five suspended from the ceiling near my desk and the bounce of the ball off the back of a non-participating reporter's head, we heard "this is the strangest newsroom ever." turning, we see one of the editors standing in the doorway with an amused smile on his face.
after i finished that post, i turned to find an impromptu volleyball game in progress in the newsroom. i immediately joined in, assuming another point in our misshapen hexagon of desk positions to volley around the beachball. after a few hits against the ceiling, my near-take out of a sign with the number five suspended from the ceiling near my desk and the bounce of the ball off the back of a non-participating reporter's head, we heard "this is the strangest newsroom ever." turning, we see one of the editors standing in the doorway with an amused smile on his face.
file this under things you just don't need to know ...
... but i'm excited, so i'm going to talk about it anyway. at 3:47 p.m., i officially sent in lease and rent information, therefore securing my burlington residency. next week, baby ...
it's pathetic, but i'm absolutely giddy. it's probably mostly because i know there's a light at the end of my 90-minute commuting tunnel, but i'm also just looking forward to having a place to decorate, warm and otherwise make homey. i loved my apartment in d.c. and having the space to think and reflect or kick back with my roommates. having my own space, as opposed to sleeping in a room under my parent's roof. not that i don't adore my family, but after so much time visiting, actually coexisting on a daily basis can get grating. and i know my folks are looking forward to having to endure (read: revel in) empty nest syndrome again.
SPEAKING of syndromes ... i've been meaning to post this for ages. beth told me about the greatest syndrome to ever suffer from (keep in mind, this is relative, as no one ever wants a syndrome). foreign accent syndrome.
no, i'm not kidding. it often (relatively speaking) pops up after strokes. now i'm not down with strokes as a general rule, but can i skip that part and just wake up speaking with a british accent? i think i'd be content.
hmm ... i wonder if madonna suffered a temporary bout when she started speaking with a clipped accent?
doubtful.
regardless. i'm currently reveling in pre-holiday anxiousness, looking forward to being able to relax, curl up on a couch in massachusetts and read or watch movies tomorrow (after watching mraz's rendition of the national anthem, that is). i had expected to have to work tomorrow, as i hadn't heard anything about getting the day off, but i learned that i do in fact get the day off. so i'm hopping in the car after work and making the trip down to beverly to join the fam (including boston-boy brother) for turkey, carbs and the resulting sleepy feelings. ah ... good times. i have a suspicion that my uncle will have in his possession the new lord of the rings extended dvd (if he doesn't, i'll be so disappointed in him - he'd be slacking), so i can enjoy that before i actually pick it up for myself. cannot wait for "return of the king" ...
two great journalism-related notes to end on before i wish you the happiest of turkey days tomorrow ...
- nothing better than facing a story that appears utterly, wretchedly dull and suddenly discovering an angle that puts it in an entirely different, fascinating spin.
- well, i'm not sure what's better - that or receiving unsolicited email informing you that two tickets have been reserved under your name for opening night of an upcoming theater production. hurrah!
alright, boys and girls - have a very happy, safe, stuffed thanksgiving. drive safely if you're traveling, sit safely if you're not. i always hate those tragic holiday stories about people falling off chairs ... such an unfortunate waste.
;-)
... but i'm excited, so i'm going to talk about it anyway. at 3:47 p.m., i officially sent in lease and rent information, therefore securing my burlington residency. next week, baby ...
it's pathetic, but i'm absolutely giddy. it's probably mostly because i know there's a light at the end of my 90-minute commuting tunnel, but i'm also just looking forward to having a place to decorate, warm and otherwise make homey. i loved my apartment in d.c. and having the space to think and reflect or kick back with my roommates. having my own space, as opposed to sleeping in a room under my parent's roof. not that i don't adore my family, but after so much time visiting, actually coexisting on a daily basis can get grating. and i know my folks are looking forward to having to endure (read: revel in) empty nest syndrome again.
SPEAKING of syndromes ... i've been meaning to post this for ages. beth told me about the greatest syndrome to ever suffer from (keep in mind, this is relative, as no one ever wants a syndrome). foreign accent syndrome.
no, i'm not kidding. it often (relatively speaking) pops up after strokes. now i'm not down with strokes as a general rule, but can i skip that part and just wake up speaking with a british accent? i think i'd be content.
hmm ... i wonder if madonna suffered a temporary bout when she started speaking with a clipped accent?
doubtful.
regardless. i'm currently reveling in pre-holiday anxiousness, looking forward to being able to relax, curl up on a couch in massachusetts and read or watch movies tomorrow (after watching mraz's rendition of the national anthem, that is). i had expected to have to work tomorrow, as i hadn't heard anything about getting the day off, but i learned that i do in fact get the day off. so i'm hopping in the car after work and making the trip down to beverly to join the fam (including boston-boy brother) for turkey, carbs and the resulting sleepy feelings. ah ... good times. i have a suspicion that my uncle will have in his possession the new lord of the rings extended dvd (if he doesn't, i'll be so disappointed in him - he'd be slacking), so i can enjoy that before i actually pick it up for myself. cannot wait for "return of the king" ...
two great journalism-related notes to end on before i wish you the happiest of turkey days tomorrow ...
- nothing better than facing a story that appears utterly, wretchedly dull and suddenly discovering an angle that puts it in an entirely different, fascinating spin.
- well, i'm not sure what's better - that or receiving unsolicited email informing you that two tickets have been reserved under your name for opening night of an upcoming theater production. hurrah!
alright, boys and girls - have a very happy, safe, stuffed thanksgiving. drive safely if you're traveling, sit safely if you're not. i always hate those tragic holiday stories about people falling off chairs ... such an unfortunate waste.
;-)
11.25.2003
*sigh*
so. i've got a place to live, i'm hopefully going to have a full-time (permanent) gig at this little adventure i've been playing at for the past few weeks and i think i'll be planted in burlington before the weather gets too bad.
it's as if weeks of worrying that it wouldn't come together have been lifted off my shoulders. but i didn't fully realize that the worrying was there in the first place.
and, to add the joy of all joys to the mix, tomorrow morning i am reunited with a resurrected red (let's give a hand to alliteration, shall we?). my baby's well again ...
but i'm exhausted. i've been wearing myself out as of late. just need to push through this week, enjoy myself and see what's around the bend ...
and savor this ... please note the sneakers. remind you of anything? a pair of anything, to be precise?
in other quick news, i think today marked the most hits in one day this here space has ever received. most of them were referrals from web searches, "jonathan brandis hanged" typed in for the search ...
yes, i know adding that might trigger more, but what the hell. it's all good. i'll even be nice: go here. there's actual content about it, not just my ramblings.
so. i've got a place to live, i'm hopefully going to have a full-time (permanent) gig at this little adventure i've been playing at for the past few weeks and i think i'll be planted in burlington before the weather gets too bad.
it's as if weeks of worrying that it wouldn't come together have been lifted off my shoulders. but i didn't fully realize that the worrying was there in the first place.
and, to add the joy of all joys to the mix, tomorrow morning i am reunited with a resurrected red (let's give a hand to alliteration, shall we?). my baby's well again ...
but i'm exhausted. i've been wearing myself out as of late. just need to push through this week, enjoy myself and see what's around the bend ...
and savor this ... please note the sneakers. remind you of anything? a pair of anything, to be precise?
in other quick news, i think today marked the most hits in one day this here space has ever received. most of them were referrals from web searches, "jonathan brandis hanged" typed in for the search ...
yes, i know adding that might trigger more, but what the hell. it's all good. i'll even be nice: go here. there's actual content about it, not just my ramblings.
to wait or not to wait?
in one regard, i'm still waiting. i thought i was supposed to hear yesterday, but i haven't ... if i have to hear "you have twelve saved voice messages" on my cell phone one more time, i might scream.
if i don't hear during work today, i'm calling as soon as i get out. i want to know!!!
on an entirely different subject ... an answer to a question i posed a little over a week ago. was the internal debate over offering something as simple as a hello worth it?
no.
oh well - 'twas worth a shot. i just won't wait, that's all.
in one regard, i'm still waiting. i thought i was supposed to hear yesterday, but i haven't ... if i have to hear "you have twelve saved voice messages" on my cell phone one more time, i might scream.
if i don't hear during work today, i'm calling as soon as i get out. i want to know!!!
on an entirely different subject ... an answer to a question i posed a little over a week ago. was the internal debate over offering something as simple as a hello worth it?
no.
oh well - 'twas worth a shot. i just won't wait, that's all.
11.24.2003
... two week progress report ...
one of my favorite times of day lately has been - and it shocks me to say this - the half hour before i walk into work. after parking the car and making the short walk to church street, i swing by brueger's (sp?) bagels to pick up a bagel and a nice, large cup of french vanilla coffee. besides the fact that i love to pull open the door and instantly be hit by an incredible wave of coffee-scented goodness, i enjoy looking about as i stand in the short line.
it's my daily opportunity to be reminded to do my best at work that day. as i stand there and look about, i see most of the patrons flipping through the paper, reading the stories and commenting to their companions on them.
when i'm reporting and writing, it's easy to focus so much on what i need to do and how i want to explain things that i can forget that there are others, people who don't know me in the least, who read the fruits of my labor. and i want them to know what i know.
i think it's good to be able to focus on the task at hand when i'm actually doing the reporting and writing, but it's important to take a look at the bigger picture as well.
which is why i love my morning routine so much.
i don't know - i guess right now i'm just feeling as if i'm doing what i'm supposed to be doing right now. working, writing, observing and living ... waiting to see if i got my apartment, thinking about decoration and the next six months of winter and spring fun ...
i don't know ... i guess this is just my rambling way of saying that things are going well. and, to quote the godfather of soul ...
i feel good.
in other news, in my half-conscious state saturday afternoon and evening (since i couldn't get to the office because my car was ... well ... dead ...), i paid homage to jgb. i found one of my many tapes of "seaQuest" and decided to see if they still worked.
yep - sure did. "fresh prince" and "blossom" ads and all. and the scary thing? i could still quote many of the lines. episodes a decade old and i could still quote them.
and ... it was brought yet again to my attention just how much a sucker i am for musicians (i know, this is the "captain obvious" section of this post). i stood outside a little while ago, enjoying the gorgeous sunshine and warmth and realizing just how fleeting such weather will soon be, when i saw a twenty-something man walking by. not unattractive, yet nothing to scream over, but my heart skipped a beat nonetheless. why? because he was a decent-looking man walking down the street carrying two guitar cases.
it's amazing how this post went from talking about my future to looking back upon my teeny-bopper past, then talking about my music-bopper present ... it amuses me.
one of my favorite times of day lately has been - and it shocks me to say this - the half hour before i walk into work. after parking the car and making the short walk to church street, i swing by brueger's (sp?) bagels to pick up a bagel and a nice, large cup of french vanilla coffee. besides the fact that i love to pull open the door and instantly be hit by an incredible wave of coffee-scented goodness, i enjoy looking about as i stand in the short line.
it's my daily opportunity to be reminded to do my best at work that day. as i stand there and look about, i see most of the patrons flipping through the paper, reading the stories and commenting to their companions on them.
when i'm reporting and writing, it's easy to focus so much on what i need to do and how i want to explain things that i can forget that there are others, people who don't know me in the least, who read the fruits of my labor. and i want them to know what i know.
i think it's good to be able to focus on the task at hand when i'm actually doing the reporting and writing, but it's important to take a look at the bigger picture as well.
which is why i love my morning routine so much.
i don't know - i guess right now i'm just feeling as if i'm doing what i'm supposed to be doing right now. working, writing, observing and living ... waiting to see if i got my apartment, thinking about decoration and the next six months of winter and spring fun ...
i don't know ... i guess this is just my rambling way of saying that things are going well. and, to quote the godfather of soul ...
i feel good.
in other news, in my half-conscious state saturday afternoon and evening (since i couldn't get to the office because my car was ... well ... dead ...), i paid homage to jgb. i found one of my many tapes of "seaQuest" and decided to see if they still worked.
yep - sure did. "fresh prince" and "blossom" ads and all. and the scary thing? i could still quote many of the lines. episodes a decade old and i could still quote them.
and ... it was brought yet again to my attention just how much a sucker i am for musicians (i know, this is the "captain obvious" section of this post). i stood outside a little while ago, enjoying the gorgeous sunshine and warmth and realizing just how fleeting such weather will soon be, when i saw a twenty-something man walking by. not unattractive, yet nothing to scream over, but my heart skipped a beat nonetheless. why? because he was a decent-looking man walking down the street carrying two guitar cases.
it's amazing how this post went from talking about my future to looking back upon my teeny-bopper past, then talking about my music-bopper present ... it amuses me.
11.23.2003
11.22.2003
i swear i'm going to bed now. but first, stolen from eliz ...
first kiss i enjoyed: oy. vinny.
first job: good ol' mickey dees.
first screen name: oh god, i don't remember ... no, wait. i do. fall, 1998. it was real original, too. vickieSMC.
First self purchased album: the first self purchased? that's tough ... i believe it was nkotb, self-titled.
First funeral: my paternal grandfather. i believe i was 10.
First pets: two family cats, blossom (technically my brother's) and ziggy (technically mine), as well as the customary goldfish and, for a period of a week, a baby chick (no, i didn't kill it - i cared for it while it hatched, gave it love for a couple of days and gave it to the farm).
First piercing: ears. 12th bithday present, i believe. traumatizing experience. Redone at 14.
First true love: it all started when i saw him in "lord of the rings" ...
First big trip: technically, road trip to texas when i was 2. our theme song was "on the road again."
First musician you remember hearing in your house: the beatles. white album.
Last big car ride: fucking car broke down twice. oh wait, besides the commute? could it be that northampton was my last "big" trip? i think so ... northampton for mraz.
Last kiss: ...
Last good cry: tonight. both times the car died.
Last movie seen: sylvia.
Last beverage drunk: coffee.
Last food consumed: a bowl of strawberry special k.
Last phone call: aaa.
Last TV show watched: uh ... i think that would be the bachelor.
Last shoes worn: black loafers.
Last CD played: i think they scanned ani second.
Last item bought: coffee and a blowpop.
Last disappointment: many.
Last soda drunk: pepsi.
Last ice cream eaten: vanilla. a little over a week ago.
Last shirt worn: i'm sporting it now. red long sleeved t. i know, i'm so cutting edge and badass.
this is terrifying.
hehehe - sweet dreams, my dears.
first kiss i enjoyed: oy. vinny.
first job: good ol' mickey dees.
first screen name: oh god, i don't remember ... no, wait. i do. fall, 1998. it was real original, too. vickieSMC.
First self purchased album: the first self purchased? that's tough ... i believe it was nkotb, self-titled.
First funeral: my paternal grandfather. i believe i was 10.
First pets: two family cats, blossom (technically my brother's) and ziggy (technically mine), as well as the customary goldfish and, for a period of a week, a baby chick (no, i didn't kill it - i cared for it while it hatched, gave it love for a couple of days and gave it to the farm).
First piercing: ears. 12th bithday present, i believe. traumatizing experience. Redone at 14.
First true love: it all started when i saw him in "lord of the rings" ...
First big trip: technically, road trip to texas when i was 2. our theme song was "on the road again."
First musician you remember hearing in your house: the beatles. white album.
Last big car ride: fucking car broke down twice. oh wait, besides the commute? could it be that northampton was my last "big" trip? i think so ... northampton for mraz.
Last kiss: ...
Last good cry: tonight. both times the car died.
Last movie seen: sylvia.
Last beverage drunk: coffee.
Last food consumed: a bowl of strawberry special k.
Last phone call: aaa.
Last TV show watched: uh ... i think that would be the bachelor.
Last shoes worn: black loafers.
Last CD played: i think they scanned ani second.
Last item bought: coffee and a blowpop.
Last disappointment: many.
Last soda drunk: pepsi.
Last ice cream eaten: vanilla. a little over a week ago.
Last shirt worn: i'm sporting it now. red long sleeved t. i know, i'm so cutting edge and badass.
this is terrifying.
hehehe - sweet dreams, my dears.
the fates strike again ...
oh.
my.
god.
today.
sucked.
i'm tired. i'm frustrated. i need to search for an apartment and i think i need to search for a new(er) car.
why? because the commute is wearing on me, not to mention trusty red, who decided to fight back this evening on my way home. how, you may ask? by dying. twice. let's give rounds of applause to the police and the random guy who jumpstarted my batteries as i fought back tears of exhaustion and frustration ...
during my millions of hours with nothing to do, i spontaneously decided to head to the roxy to watch "sylvia." i was disappointed. she wasn't always strictly crazy, suicidal or jealous. there was no real portrait of her present ... it was always more of what people saw of her or interpreted her as. for christ's sake, it's not as if there's a lack of her take on herself ...
but did see the trailer for "shattered glass," and i cannot WAIT to see it. must go soon. must find out where it's playing, actually ...
did some reading on her, too. she and i both use what she referred to as the "diary i."
oh and read mayer's feature in rolling stone if you get an opportunity - hilarious. i've yet to determine if this is a good or bad thing, in this case.
i'll write more about this ridiculous day after i get my sleep on, but til then, a dubious distinction and the friday five ...
1. list five things you'd like to accomplish by the end of the year.
all replies are listed in no particular order ...
1. apartment.
2. car.
3. permanent full-time job at paper.
4. apartment.
5. apartment.
honorary mention - see averi in concert again.
2. list five people you've lost contact with that you'd like to hear from again.
1. daniel.
2. jesse.
3. spencer.
4. dan s.
5. cortni.
honorable mention - i would say rhiannon, but she's off the list as i heard back from her yesterday! HURRAH!!!!!!!!
3. list five things you'd like to learn how to do.
1. play guitar.
2. write dialogue.
3. write poetry.
4. write plays.
5. rule the world.
4. list five things you'd do if you won the lottery (no limit).
1. new car.
2. london, baby, london!
3. establish stipend for college newspaper editor.
4. big get together for friends at some fun location.
5. see the pacific and my much-dreamed of california.
5. list five things you do that help you relax.
1. alcohol.
2. hard drugs.
3. beat people.
4. break hotel lamps.
5. dangle babies off balconies.
couldn't resist.
1. write.
2. listen to music.
3. talk to friends.
4. drive.
5. read.
oh yeah. new music. ani "so much shouting, so much laughter" (double disc set) and the 2003 bonoroo festival compilation.
in the jukebox of her memory
the list of names flips by and stops
and she closes her eyes
and smiles as the record drops
then she drinks herself up and out of her kitchen chair
and she dances out of time
as slow as she can sway
as long as she can say
this dance is mine ...
oh.
my.
god.
today.
sucked.
i'm tired. i'm frustrated. i need to search for an apartment and i think i need to search for a new(er) car.
why? because the commute is wearing on me, not to mention trusty red, who decided to fight back this evening on my way home. how, you may ask? by dying. twice. let's give rounds of applause to the police and the random guy who jumpstarted my batteries as i fought back tears of exhaustion and frustration ...
during my millions of hours with nothing to do, i spontaneously decided to head to the roxy to watch "sylvia." i was disappointed. she wasn't always strictly crazy, suicidal or jealous. there was no real portrait of her present ... it was always more of what people saw of her or interpreted her as. for christ's sake, it's not as if there's a lack of her take on herself ...
but did see the trailer for "shattered glass," and i cannot WAIT to see it. must go soon. must find out where it's playing, actually ...
did some reading on her, too. she and i both use what she referred to as the "diary i."
oh and read mayer's feature in rolling stone if you get an opportunity - hilarious. i've yet to determine if this is a good or bad thing, in this case.
i'll write more about this ridiculous day after i get my sleep on, but til then, a dubious distinction and the friday five ...
1. list five things you'd like to accomplish by the end of the year.
all replies are listed in no particular order ...
1. apartment.
2. car.
3. permanent full-time job at paper.
4. apartment.
5. apartment.
honorary mention - see averi in concert again.
2. list five people you've lost contact with that you'd like to hear from again.
1. daniel.
2. jesse.
3. spencer.
4. dan s.
5. cortni.
honorable mention - i would say rhiannon, but she's off the list as i heard back from her yesterday! HURRAH!!!!!!!!
3. list five things you'd like to learn how to do.
1. play guitar.
2. write dialogue.
3. write poetry.
4. write plays.
5. rule the world.
4. list five things you'd do if you won the lottery (no limit).
1. new car.
2. london, baby, london!
3. establish stipend for college newspaper editor.
4. big get together for friends at some fun location.
5. see the pacific and my much-dreamed of california.
5. list five things you do that help you relax.
1. alcohol.
2. hard drugs.
3. beat people.
4. break hotel lamps.
5. dangle babies off balconies.
couldn't resist.
1. write.
2. listen to music.
3. talk to friends.
4. drive.
5. read.
oh yeah. new music. ani "so much shouting, so much laughter" (double disc set) and the 2003 bonoroo festival compilation.
in the jukebox of her memory
the list of names flips by and stops
and she closes her eyes
and smiles as the record drops
then she drinks herself up and out of her kitchen chair
and she dances out of time
as slow as she can sway
as long as she can say
this dance is mine ...
11.21.2003
huh?
there are rumors circulating that jonathan brandis is dead? actually, someone found this here little space for my rambling by doing a search on his death ...
***a few minutes later***
holy shit.
according to eonline ...
PASSING: Jonathan Brandis, star of the NBC series seaQuest DSV, found dead in his Los Angeles apartment on November 12 of an apparent suicide. He was 27.
the word is that he hanged himself.
wow. jonathan was my first real actor crush ... i was infatuated. i had (well, ok, still have) the seaQuest books. i had scrapbooks. i had tape upon tape of episodes. i bought "sidekicks," for christ's sake.
and i sent him the first real fan letter i ever wrote. and received my first autograph from him (whether he signed it or not will forever be up to debate, but i know it wasn't autopenned, as i made sure i could see the indent of a ballpoint pen. i told you, i was infatuated.).
i can't believe he died ...
there are rumors circulating that jonathan brandis is dead? actually, someone found this here little space for my rambling by doing a search on his death ...
***a few minutes later***
holy shit.
according to eonline ...
PASSING: Jonathan Brandis, star of the NBC series seaQuest DSV, found dead in his Los Angeles apartment on November 12 of an apparent suicide. He was 27.
the word is that he hanged himself.
wow. jonathan was my first real actor crush ... i was infatuated. i had (well, ok, still have) the seaQuest books. i had scrapbooks. i had tape upon tape of episodes. i bought "sidekicks," for christ's sake.
and i sent him the first real fan letter i ever wrote. and received my first autograph from him (whether he signed it or not will forever be up to debate, but i know it wasn't autopenned, as i made sure i could see the indent of a ballpoint pen. i told you, i was infatuated.).
i can't believe he died ...
11.20.2003
as promised ...
linking love to the new song. i can't find mp3 action for either the hall & oates cover or the mraz/tristan "shy that way" duet, but at least i can provide this ... i think it's gorgeous.
hmm. in other news. need to bust out one of the ol' suits for tomorrow morning, as i'm heading into work to finish up some things plus have my formal interview ... good times to be had, i'm sure ...
riiiiight. yes, this is an extremely nervous victoria.
and in other news, there are always people in your life that are supposed to stay in your past once you're well ... in a new present. you're not supposed to see them at any point, let alone in a completely different place than the two of you knew each other. i found the quasi-run-in (really more like a mutual sighting than anything else) hilarious yet unnerving at the same time. i don't want to be reminded of that foolish period of time - ever. is that so wrong of me?
i guess i'll just laugh about it instead.
and twice in the past two days, i have seen a colin farrell CLONE walking around church street. definitely delightful eye candy ... and i cannot believe how much resemblance he bears to c.f. is there a movie shooting in the area that i just don't know about?
and in a whole different kind of other news ... what can i say? i'm giving myself this one little day to delusionally think i'm somehow connected to it. rational thought will resume tomorrow. tee hee.
and finally (well, i lie. next to finally) - READ THE DA VINCI CODE. i finished it last night and absolutely adored it. if i ever wrote fan letters, dan brown would get one. but i don't, so he won't.
ok, really finally ... oh wait. i forgot what my real finally was. hmm ... rational thought ... nope, i flatout lost my train of thought. whoops.
eh, if it's important enough, it'll wait til tomorrow.
linking love to the new song. i can't find mp3 action for either the hall & oates cover or the mraz/tristan "shy that way" duet, but at least i can provide this ... i think it's gorgeous.
hmm. in other news. need to bust out one of the ol' suits for tomorrow morning, as i'm heading into work to finish up some things plus have my formal interview ... good times to be had, i'm sure ...
riiiiight. yes, this is an extremely nervous victoria.
and in other news, there are always people in your life that are supposed to stay in your past once you're well ... in a new present. you're not supposed to see them at any point, let alone in a completely different place than the two of you knew each other. i found the quasi-run-in (really more like a mutual sighting than anything else) hilarious yet unnerving at the same time. i don't want to be reminded of that foolish period of time - ever. is that so wrong of me?
i guess i'll just laugh about it instead.
and twice in the past two days, i have seen a colin farrell CLONE walking around church street. definitely delightful eye candy ... and i cannot believe how much resemblance he bears to c.f. is there a movie shooting in the area that i just don't know about?
and in a whole different kind of other news ... what can i say? i'm giving myself this one little day to delusionally think i'm somehow connected to it. rational thought will resume tomorrow. tee hee.
and finally (well, i lie. next to finally) - READ THE DA VINCI CODE. i finished it last night and absolutely adored it. if i ever wrote fan letters, dan brown would get one. but i don't, so he won't.
ok, really finally ... oh wait. i forgot what my real finally was. hmm ... rational thought ... nope, i flatout lost my train of thought. whoops.
eh, if it's important enough, it'll wait til tomorrow.
reminiscing.
the theme tonight is looking back on what's past and, for the most part, smiling.
everything old is new again.
the other day, i was on a search for simplesimon. i don't know what made me think of him, but i suddenly recalled the glee i would feel when realizing a new mailing had arrived in my inbox. something about seeing some brilliant writing from someone i know next to nothing about.
anyway. so i decided to play sleuth and find the simplesimon site again. here's what i find ...
hello, i dont do anything with this site anymore. it is a relic of times passed and i dont know what you're doing here.
pity. so instead, i found a bunch of the old mailings, still stored in my outlook inbox and have reminisced that way, discovering gems i had completely forgotten about.
you might not be writing for all of us as simplesimon anymore, but thank you ben.
so then i discover that mraz (i know, as if there could be a non-mraz-related post here as of late, eh?) has taken an old poem and transformed it into a new song. i find mp3 and download. i revel in new music. beautiful.
i'm enjoying the new collection of old tori songs.
and i am impressed by chad's latest posting on the averi site. i don't know why precisely, but it made me remember feeling giddy with excitement and buzzing from my nalgene of schmirnoff-sprite, playing flipcup with no worries the night of the benefit concert. reveling in the freedom that a finished project brings, enjoying the company of new faces and a fake british accent in conversation with my own.
it wasn't a cheerful post on the site, but the memory it conjured made me smile.
random post, i know. but my brain is fried. three stories today. it's justified. i don't have the energy for brilliance.
deal.
the theme tonight is looking back on what's past and, for the most part, smiling.
everything old is new again.
the other day, i was on a search for simplesimon. i don't know what made me think of him, but i suddenly recalled the glee i would feel when realizing a new mailing had arrived in my inbox. something about seeing some brilliant writing from someone i know next to nothing about.
anyway. so i decided to play sleuth and find the simplesimon site again. here's what i find ...
hello, i dont do anything with this site anymore. it is a relic of times passed and i dont know what you're doing here.
pity. so instead, i found a bunch of the old mailings, still stored in my outlook inbox and have reminisced that way, discovering gems i had completely forgotten about.
you might not be writing for all of us as simplesimon anymore, but thank you ben.
so then i discover that mraz (i know, as if there could be a non-mraz-related post here as of late, eh?) has taken an old poem and transformed it into a new song. i find mp3 and download. i revel in new music. beautiful.
i'm enjoying the new collection of old tori songs.
and i am impressed by chad's latest posting on the averi site. i don't know why precisely, but it made me remember feeling giddy with excitement and buzzing from my nalgene of schmirnoff-sprite, playing flipcup with no worries the night of the benefit concert. reveling in the freedom that a finished project brings, enjoying the company of new faces and a fake british accent in conversation with my own.
it wasn't a cheerful post on the site, but the memory it conjured made me smile.
random post, i know. but my brain is fried. three stories today. it's justified. i don't have the energy for brilliance.
deal.
11.19.2003
11.18.2003
oh good lord.
mraz and others to read nominations for 46th annual grammy awards.
which basically means he's at least nominated for something. which means i hope he plays around my area before early february ... aurgh. i'm not crazy about this.
he's done a good job of avoiding the mayer curse thus far, but i don't know ... besides, i didn't think "your body is a wonderland" was grammy-calibar material. and much i like mraz's music, i sure as hell don't think "the remedy" is. "you & i both" is great, but i don't even see that as the BEST. great for me, right at the top of my list, but for the entire music industry?
and i'm having a selfish moment anyway because i want to at least see one show where it's not huge, packed and full of pre-teen girls.
grrr.
mraz and others to read nominations for 46th annual grammy awards.
which basically means he's at least nominated for something. which means i hope he plays around my area before early february ... aurgh. i'm not crazy about this.
he's done a good job of avoiding the mayer curse thus far, but i don't know ... besides, i didn't think "your body is a wonderland" was grammy-calibar material. and much i like mraz's music, i sure as hell don't think "the remedy" is. "you & i both" is great, but i don't even see that as the BEST. great for me, right at the top of my list, but for the entire music industry?
and i'm having a selfish moment anyway because i want to at least see one show where it's not huge, packed and full of pre-teen girls.
grrr.
new old music and judgment day
i now have the hot pink-accented, old hollywood-glammed tori "tales of a librarian" collection sitting in my desk. however, i have no means of playing it at the moment. which naturally causes infinite frustration, as i want to be able to hear if the songs are re-mastered, rerecorded or originals (yes, i know there are two new songs - i'm not that clueless). new tori days are good days - i recall the day when i picked up my limited edition of "scarlet's walk" at union station. i sat on a bench and opened the box, taking in the sight of tori "snapshots," stickers, my charm and the other bits of tori goodness inside. and then popping the disc into my discman for the metro ride home, following the songs on the map tori included. falling in love with "gold dust" and piecing together my connection with it - my location to charm to sticker to song.
i was looking up old archives to see if i'd posted about the experience when i came across these little bits, which i find too amusing for words, considering what i know now thirteen months later:
montag, oktober 28, 2002
i had the jason mraz sampler waiting for me when i got home...big, huge thank you goes out to tikki for sending it my way. it's fantastic--i think listening to it on the metro on my way in this morning helped contribute to my great start...it has "the remedy" (see above), "you & i both" and a live track of "i'm ok" that rocks the casbah. good times...
(editor's note: yes, i really did include the lyrics to "the remedy." and, yes, "i'm ok" is really "common pleasure." i was young. and foolish.)
and later that day:
the more i read about mraz, the more intriguing i find him. i think i will have to buy "waiting for my rocket to come" very soon--it's currently at No. 2 on my list of music i intend to buy (No. 1 being, obviously, tori's "scarlet's walk" TOMORROW!!!!). mraz seems to have the musical talent of a howie or john, but with a kickass attitude and still has a bit of the underground feel we all know i love (what can i say? i admit that i do get a slightly elitist kick out of knowing about a talented musician before the general public).
(editor's note: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)
needless to say, the fact that he's playing the higher ground show with howie on the 18th makes me want to scream with envy...st. michael's people should go to the show and call me from the venue--with mraz on the other line telling me that he wishes i was there...well, perhaps that would be a bit much, but it would make an amazing belated birthday present (hint hint, wink wink--and if you REALLY love me, you'd have mraz AND howie telling me they wish i was there). while he'll be here in d.c. right before then (i think he's actually here the day before), he's opening for jewel, and i don't feel like spending the money for a big show when he'll be playing an opening set. and besides, there's a "been there done that" feel to seeing jewel live (saw her at woodstock and, while she was fine, the set didn't exactly pull me in either).
and the part i was actually looking for in the first place from the following day:
tori's new album is a delight. i picked up the limited edition at sam goody's in union station on my way home from work ($15.99 for the limited edition? revelrevel) and listened to it on the metro ride and walk home. the rain that ws falling around me helped set the mood for the tori-enjoyment, and i loved it. each track has something special that i enjoy--the fact that i'm seeing her in less than two weeks is slowly dawning on me, and i'm getting incredibly excited! from the sound of beth's squeals over the phone last night, i get the impression that she's somewhat excited about the concert too... ;)
anyhoo. now that we have taken one loooong trip down memory lane ... i should also mention that i felt great satisfaction hearing about john allen muhamad's conviction yesterday. i'll never forget the night before (well, i suppose it was actually the actual night, if you want to get technical) the snipers were caught ... i was lying in bed, watching the special news reports about it, listening to the reporters read the suspects' descriptions and freaking (for the only time during my time in dc) about the fact that my window was on ground level. seeing muhammed's image on the television, i couldn't even get out of bed to turn off the tv (i'd dropped my remote or something so i needed to turn it off by crossing the room to the tv) because i was convinced something would happen. i turned over, listening to the sound of the news and ignoring the blue glow of the screen until i fell asleep.
i want this guy put away. not killed. put away for life with no chance for parole. ever.
i now have the hot pink-accented, old hollywood-glammed tori "tales of a librarian" collection sitting in my desk. however, i have no means of playing it at the moment. which naturally causes infinite frustration, as i want to be able to hear if the songs are re-mastered, rerecorded or originals (yes, i know there are two new songs - i'm not that clueless). new tori days are good days - i recall the day when i picked up my limited edition of "scarlet's walk" at union station. i sat on a bench and opened the box, taking in the sight of tori "snapshots," stickers, my charm and the other bits of tori goodness inside. and then popping the disc into my discman for the metro ride home, following the songs on the map tori included. falling in love with "gold dust" and piecing together my connection with it - my location to charm to sticker to song.
i was looking up old archives to see if i'd posted about the experience when i came across these little bits, which i find too amusing for words, considering what i know now thirteen months later:
montag, oktober 28, 2002
i had the jason mraz sampler waiting for me when i got home...big, huge thank you goes out to tikki for sending it my way. it's fantastic--i think listening to it on the metro on my way in this morning helped contribute to my great start...it has "the remedy" (see above), "you & i both" and a live track of "i'm ok" that rocks the casbah. good times...
(editor's note: yes, i really did include the lyrics to "the remedy." and, yes, "i'm ok" is really "common pleasure." i was young. and foolish.)
and later that day:
the more i read about mraz, the more intriguing i find him. i think i will have to buy "waiting for my rocket to come" very soon--it's currently at No. 2 on my list of music i intend to buy (No. 1 being, obviously, tori's "scarlet's walk" TOMORROW!!!!). mraz seems to have the musical talent of a howie or john, but with a kickass attitude and still has a bit of the underground feel we all know i love (what can i say? i admit that i do get a slightly elitist kick out of knowing about a talented musician before the general public).
(editor's note: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)
needless to say, the fact that he's playing the higher ground show with howie on the 18th makes me want to scream with envy...st. michael's people should go to the show and call me from the venue--with mraz on the other line telling me that he wishes i was there...well, perhaps that would be a bit much, but it would make an amazing belated birthday present (hint hint, wink wink--and if you REALLY love me, you'd have mraz AND howie telling me they wish i was there). while he'll be here in d.c. right before then (i think he's actually here the day before), he's opening for jewel, and i don't feel like spending the money for a big show when he'll be playing an opening set. and besides, there's a "been there done that" feel to seeing jewel live (saw her at woodstock and, while she was fine, the set didn't exactly pull me in either).
and the part i was actually looking for in the first place from the following day:
tori's new album is a delight. i picked up the limited edition at sam goody's in union station on my way home from work ($15.99 for the limited edition? revelrevel) and listened to it on the metro ride and walk home. the rain that ws falling around me helped set the mood for the tori-enjoyment, and i loved it. each track has something special that i enjoy--the fact that i'm seeing her in less than two weeks is slowly dawning on me, and i'm getting incredibly excited! from the sound of beth's squeals over the phone last night, i get the impression that she's somewhat excited about the concert too... ;)
anyhoo. now that we have taken one loooong trip down memory lane ... i should also mention that i felt great satisfaction hearing about john allen muhamad's conviction yesterday. i'll never forget the night before (well, i suppose it was actually the actual night, if you want to get technical) the snipers were caught ... i was lying in bed, watching the special news reports about it, listening to the reporters read the suspects' descriptions and freaking (for the only time during my time in dc) about the fact that my window was on ground level. seeing muhammed's image on the television, i couldn't even get out of bed to turn off the tv (i'd dropped my remote or something so i needed to turn it off by crossing the room to the tv) because i was convinced something would happen. i turned over, listening to the sound of the news and ignoring the blue glow of the screen until i fell asleep.
i want this guy put away. not killed. put away for life with no chance for parole. ever.
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