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.
11.22.2003
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.
11.17.2003
...
as i drove back south tonight, the sky behind me and to my right was that gorgeous burgandy again ... i didn't hear anything about more northern lights, plus the fact that i was on 22a made it difficult to cast glances behind. instead, i navigated the turns and caught occasional glimpses through my rear view and on straightaways ... probably not my now beloved aurora borealis again, but the sky is supposed to be lit up a bit tonight with the leonids - unforunately too late at night and not bright enough to justify staying up.
but as i drove with the rosy glow behind, i fumbled through the cd cases on my passenger seat and pulled out a burned cd from months upon months ago, popped it in, put it on a certain track and sang along ...
well here i am
i'm sitting all by myself again
i stare up at the sky
which at this moment is my only friend
say well, suddenly as i gazed upon the night
well i notice the stars
they began to shake and burst
oh it looks like they want to fight, no
they were dancing
they were romancing
oh, they were falling in love
they falling in love all over
falling in love all over
falling in love, falling in love, falling in love
i say falling in love, falling in love all over
falling in love, is my best friend
falling in love all over,
all over again
as i drove back south tonight, the sky behind me and to my right was that gorgeous burgandy again ... i didn't hear anything about more northern lights, plus the fact that i was on 22a made it difficult to cast glances behind. instead, i navigated the turns and caught occasional glimpses through my rear view and on straightaways ... probably not my now beloved aurora borealis again, but the sky is supposed to be lit up a bit tonight with the leonids - unforunately too late at night and not bright enough to justify staying up.
but as i drove with the rosy glow behind, i fumbled through the cd cases on my passenger seat and pulled out a burned cd from months upon months ago, popped it in, put it on a certain track and sang along ...
well here i am
i'm sitting all by myself again
i stare up at the sky
which at this moment is my only friend
say well, suddenly as i gazed upon the night
well i notice the stars
they began to shake and burst
oh it looks like they want to fight, no
they were dancing
they were romancing
oh, they were falling in love
they falling in love all over
falling in love all over
falling in love, falling in love, falling in love
i say falling in love, falling in love all over
falling in love, is my best friend
falling in love all over,
all over again
wants & needs
i have photographic needs.
i have decided that i want a polaroid one camera. polaroids seem fun and i want to play with them.
but i also want a digital camera. nothing too fancy, just something that'll work for me and all. i'm too lazy to do the whole film development thing. ;-)
which should i get first? offer guidance. leave comments.
i have photographic needs.
i have decided that i want a polaroid one camera. polaroids seem fun and i want to play with them.
but i also want a digital camera. nothing too fancy, just something that'll work for me and all. i'm too lazy to do the whole film development thing. ;-)
which should i get first? offer guidance. leave comments.
give and take
keep it short. stretch it out a bit. keep it simple. give it more context. just sum up what was said. add some other voices.
it's a constant dance i'm engaged in - give a little, take some back, keep on my toes, ready to roll with the next set of notes waiting for me in the copy.
i was a little rusty for a bit, but i'm starting to ease back in and recall some of my dance steps. i don't quite look as if i have two left feet anymore ... but how i long to just feel the rhythm again and move with grace, rather than count out the time in my head.
keeping time, metro-style, but at least i'm moving along with some flair when i'm writing my column ...
ah ... column ...
ok, dance analogy has been beaten to within an inch of it's life, so i'll end that one. it's my way of saying that nothing is easy, especially not my job, but i'm loving the challenges, no matter how frustrating they may be.
new tori album. well, new tori album of mostly old tori music. but i'm still incredibly psyched.
dah dah dah ...
keep it short. stretch it out a bit. keep it simple. give it more context. just sum up what was said. add some other voices.
it's a constant dance i'm engaged in - give a little, take some back, keep on my toes, ready to roll with the next set of notes waiting for me in the copy.
i was a little rusty for a bit, but i'm starting to ease back in and recall some of my dance steps. i don't quite look as if i have two left feet anymore ... but how i long to just feel the rhythm again and move with grace, rather than count out the time in my head.
keeping time, metro-style, but at least i'm moving along with some flair when i'm writing my column ...
ah ... column ...
ok, dance analogy has been beaten to within an inch of it's life, so i'll end that one. it's my way of saying that nothing is easy, especially not my job, but i'm loving the challenges, no matter how frustrating they may be.
new tori album. well, new tori album of mostly old tori music. but i'm still incredibly psyched.
dah dah dah ...
11.16.2003
official comment on the ama's:
courtesy of my mother, who happened to watch the awards with me this evening.
"that's jason? he looks small ... and on the slender side. no wonder he appeals to you ... wow, he looked drunk, that's what he gets for being last ... and may i just say, as a mother, the least he could have done for his own mother is tuck in his shirt and brush his hair!"
bwahahaha.
for me, however, a song lyric popped into my head ...
and what will happen to a face in the crowd when it finally gets too crowded?
courtesy of my mother, who happened to watch the awards with me this evening.
"that's jason? he looks small ... and on the slender side. no wonder he appeals to you ... wow, he looked drunk, that's what he gets for being last ... and may i just say, as a mother, the least he could have done for his own mother is tuck in his shirt and brush his hair!"
bwahahaha.
for me, however, a song lyric popped into my head ...
and what will happen to a face in the crowd when it finally gets too crowded?
11.15.2003
restoration of faith
... in myself, that is. last night found yours truly ready to beat my head against a wall, door - any flat object, really. i wasn't about to discriminate. all i knew was that the writing - my column, to be precise - wasn't happening. and i wasn't feeling it at all.
so what's a girl to do? in my case, write lede after lede, lame graf after lame graf. get angry, delete it all and start fresh. a vicious cycle that continued until 12:30 or so, at which point i determined that my little baby of a column was determined to remain in me for the night. rather than continue fighting a losing battle, i cursed the little fucker and went to bed, waking up around 5:30 to see what i could come up with.
still nothing. but i needed something to send to tim, so i came up with some gibberish and emailed it in, accompanied by a fearful apology for not having the whole thing done. after properly waking up, i hopped in the car and started heading up burlington and my spot in the newsroom, from where i type these words.
just before charlotte, an idea sparked, and i fought to keep the idea fresh in my mind as i got to work as quickly as possible (well, ok. i stopped for coffee. but it was necessary.) and sat down at my desk, assembling my laptop so i could listen to some music on my headphones (saturdays are my column days - i'm not supposed to think about anything else, so i consider the headphone music enjoyment a wise course of action - that is, as long as i don't sing along. that might not be such a grand idea.). a quick stretch of the arms, a musical selection made (averi) and i spent the next fifty minutes or so pounding out a review that, looking at it now, i am actually incredibly pleased with. i don't know what was holding it back, but it's out there now and looks good, believe it or not. almost as if i hadn't spent countless hours cursing it and whatnot.
so now i sit here, enjoying "grace" as i compile my notes for the interview i'm conducting this afternoon. i figure i'll do the interview, hop in the car and head back to southern vermont, where i'll finish the story tonight. or, depending, tomorrow afternoon. good times ...
i'm just relieved that i didn't totally freeze up with the column, as i really want to do my best work right now - prove my worth, if you will. i'm sure that the slight anxiety about showing everyone what i can do contributed to the writer's block ... just need to sit back, take a deep breath and do what i know i can do.
i know. easier said than done sometimes.
in other quick news - i went from chapter 6 to 70 in "the da vinci code" yesterday - a big reason why i didn't start writing my column until last night ... BRILLIANT. i'm totally hooked.
i want to finish it but at the same point don't want the reading experience to end.
i hate that about great books. no i don't. that's what i LOVE about great books.
but still.
... in myself, that is. last night found yours truly ready to beat my head against a wall, door - any flat object, really. i wasn't about to discriminate. all i knew was that the writing - my column, to be precise - wasn't happening. and i wasn't feeling it at all.
so what's a girl to do? in my case, write lede after lede, lame graf after lame graf. get angry, delete it all and start fresh. a vicious cycle that continued until 12:30 or so, at which point i determined that my little baby of a column was determined to remain in me for the night. rather than continue fighting a losing battle, i cursed the little fucker and went to bed, waking up around 5:30 to see what i could come up with.
still nothing. but i needed something to send to tim, so i came up with some gibberish and emailed it in, accompanied by a fearful apology for not having the whole thing done. after properly waking up, i hopped in the car and started heading up burlington and my spot in the newsroom, from where i type these words.
just before charlotte, an idea sparked, and i fought to keep the idea fresh in my mind as i got to work as quickly as possible (well, ok. i stopped for coffee. but it was necessary.) and sat down at my desk, assembling my laptop so i could listen to some music on my headphones (saturdays are my column days - i'm not supposed to think about anything else, so i consider the headphone music enjoyment a wise course of action - that is, as long as i don't sing along. that might not be such a grand idea.). a quick stretch of the arms, a musical selection made (averi) and i spent the next fifty minutes or so pounding out a review that, looking at it now, i am actually incredibly pleased with. i don't know what was holding it back, but it's out there now and looks good, believe it or not. almost as if i hadn't spent countless hours cursing it and whatnot.
so now i sit here, enjoying "grace" as i compile my notes for the interview i'm conducting this afternoon. i figure i'll do the interview, hop in the car and head back to southern vermont, where i'll finish the story tonight. or, depending, tomorrow afternoon. good times ...
i'm just relieved that i didn't totally freeze up with the column, as i really want to do my best work right now - prove my worth, if you will. i'm sure that the slight anxiety about showing everyone what i can do contributed to the writer's block ... just need to sit back, take a deep breath and do what i know i can do.
i know. easier said than done sometimes.
in other quick news - i went from chapter 6 to 70 in "the da vinci code" yesterday - a big reason why i didn't start writing my column until last night ... BRILLIANT. i'm totally hooked.
i want to finish it but at the same point don't want the reading experience to end.
i hate that about great books. no i don't. that's what i LOVE about great books.
but still.
11.14.2003
whoa ... creepy.
i want my live averi cds to arrive.
ok, apparently today is a day of "ask and ye shall receive."
let's try this again.
i want mraz to show up at my doorstep.
i'll keep you posted on whether or not the pattern continues.
you've been there too, i know - you write something, you feel good about it, you position your cursor over the "send" button. one click and it's done. but you hesitate - you don't know if it's a good idea anymore and you wonder what good it'll do at all.
so you sit there for a good minute or two, contemplating whether or not to apply that tiny bit of pressure before you finally decide to. or your finger gets antsy and jumps the gun - whatever. and there's nothing you can do to take back the words written, no matter how casually superficial they may be.
but your mind still hesitates, wondering if you'll regret it. and you have a sinking suspicion that you will.
melodrama over, now superficiality. i'm determined to keep the scissors away from my hair. those well-versed in vickie history know this is more difficult than one might otherwise believe.
but that doesn't mean i can't play ... hehehehehe.
i want my live averi cds to arrive.
ok, apparently today is a day of "ask and ye shall receive."
let's try this again.
i want mraz to show up at my doorstep.
i'll keep you posted on whether or not the pattern continues.
you've been there too, i know - you write something, you feel good about it, you position your cursor over the "send" button. one click and it's done. but you hesitate - you don't know if it's a good idea anymore and you wonder what good it'll do at all.
so you sit there for a good minute or two, contemplating whether or not to apply that tiny bit of pressure before you finally decide to. or your finger gets antsy and jumps the gun - whatever. and there's nothing you can do to take back the words written, no matter how casually superficial they may be.
but your mind still hesitates, wondering if you'll regret it. and you have a sinking suspicion that you will.
melodrama over, now superficiality. i'm determined to keep the scissors away from my hair. those well-versed in vickie history know this is more difficult than one might otherwise believe.
but that doesn't mean i can't play ... hehehehehe.
friday five
1. using one adjective, describe your current living space.
transitional.
2. using two adjectives, describe your current employer.
expectant, driven.
3. using three adjectives, describe your favorite hobby/pasttime.
melodic, energizing, interactive.
4. using four adjectives, describe your typical day.
early, varied, wide-reaching, late.
5. using five adjectives, describe your ideal life.
musical, creative, literary, lovely, comfortable.
i have undertaken the seemingly insurmountable task of cleaning out my car, which has been an absolute disaster as of late because i think i've been living in it, with all the driving i've been doing for the past couple of months. i'm almost there, but good god.
meant to mention the other night that the anticipated apartment gallery gained a new piece - ani concert poster lovin. the apartment will need a lot of walls. ;-) ani, mraz (2), howie (3), miller print, tim reynolds, my paris cafe at night print, vintage-y french poster and the other expected framed photos and collages. oh, and guster (2). i heart my "art" collection.
bah. need to get my winter tires on my car. the distribution of fundage is focused on the apartment right now, but i'm keeping my eyes open for a new(er) car, as i think red will make it through this winter and then be traded in ...
anyway. must go prepare for the day and then lug tires out to my car. i think shopping is also on today's agenda - i'm finally going to track down the "mystery white boy" dvd.
and read.
and write review.
and call apartments.
i want my live averi cds to arrive.
good times.
1. using one adjective, describe your current living space.
transitional.
2. using two adjectives, describe your current employer.
expectant, driven.
3. using three adjectives, describe your favorite hobby/pasttime.
melodic, energizing, interactive.
4. using four adjectives, describe your typical day.
early, varied, wide-reaching, late.
5. using five adjectives, describe your ideal life.
musical, creative, literary, lovely, comfortable.
i have undertaken the seemingly insurmountable task of cleaning out my car, which has been an absolute disaster as of late because i think i've been living in it, with all the driving i've been doing for the past couple of months. i'm almost there, but good god.
meant to mention the other night that the anticipated apartment gallery gained a new piece - ani concert poster lovin. the apartment will need a lot of walls. ;-) ani, mraz (2), howie (3), miller print, tim reynolds, my paris cafe at night print, vintage-y french poster and the other expected framed photos and collages. oh, and guster (2). i heart my "art" collection.
bah. need to get my winter tires on my car. the distribution of fundage is focused on the apartment right now, but i'm keeping my eyes open for a new(er) car, as i think red will make it through this winter and then be traded in ...
anyway. must go prepare for the day and then lug tires out to my car. i think shopping is also on today's agenda - i'm finally going to track down the "mystery white boy" dvd.
and read.
and write review.
and call apartments.
i want my live averi cds to arrive.
good times.
striking similarities
i love coming across a reference or other form of fleeting phrase in the writing of someone i admire and realizing that i thought the same thing. or noticed something just like that. or appreciated it too.
therefore, i was psyched to see a couple of fun tidbits in the recent musings of my favorite blogger-turned-ljer, eliz. i've been following her writing for awhile now - since my junior year in college, perhaps? i remember being at a show back in the day at paradise ... i believe it might have been the 6.18.01 day/mayer show, actually ... and i turned to look at michelle and eliz was there, taking photographs, i believe. surreal moment because i'd been reading her stuff, so i felt like i should say hello, but knew that wait - i didn't know her at all. funny how the internet can provide such random sensations ...
adding my own bit to some of her interactive fun, i present this ...
strike out those that do not apply to you.
Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental.Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.
anyway. i tried posting about this a few days ago, but the post ran away (bastard). this site provides far too much amusement.
why, you ask?
bwahaha - let me show you.
"got a victoria? you're in luck."
"we'll leave the beth on for you."
"things go better with paul."
"the best part of waking up is chloe in your cup."
"double the pleasure, double the becca."
"come one, come all to mraz."
"unzip a howie."
"shake the bottle, wake the averi."
nevertheless. my book beckons, the thoughts in my mind about "metamorphoses" are waiting to piece themselves together in my soon-to-be-unconscious state. i will now curl up in bed, safely away from the winds that pushed my car towards home this evening, after nearly blowing me over as i left the theater tonight and hurried to my car. i should note - twas another good evening, although much lower-key than last night. met up with phil, went to the pool play, headed home and was able to hear the ever-missed voice of one paul-like person (sorry about the last time the phone cut out - lost signal right before my house and mom was chatting about things - looked at the clock before preparing to call back and realized you were probably asleep.).
two final notes - 1) there's nothing better than having a great night with a group of people and hearing another member of the group talk about what a great time he had. the smiles last night were contagious.
2) i received one of the nicest compliments i've received in ages while on the phone this evening. it's true - i didn't necessarily agree with the sentiments, but to even think of including any of my stuff in that category is an honor. thank you!!!
alright, dan brown, let me at your book some more ... this time the words shouldn't twirl off the page ...
old school "the cosby show" on behind me. with the eldest sister. i suddenly flash back to dancing on the edith stage, under the stars and the branches of the tree, speckled with spotlights. "love shack." i'm laughing, singing along with justin and look to my side, and the eldest cosby daughter is singing along too.
i love coming across a reference or other form of fleeting phrase in the writing of someone i admire and realizing that i thought the same thing. or noticed something just like that. or appreciated it too.
therefore, i was psyched to see a couple of fun tidbits in the recent musings of my favorite blogger-turned-ljer, eliz. i've been following her writing for awhile now - since my junior year in college, perhaps? i remember being at a show back in the day at paradise ... i believe it might have been the 6.18.01 day/mayer show, actually ... and i turned to look at michelle and eliz was there, taking photographs, i believe. surreal moment because i'd been reading her stuff, so i felt like i should say hello, but knew that wait - i didn't know her at all. funny how the internet can provide such random sensations ...
adding my own bit to some of her interactive fun, i present this ...
strike out those that do not apply to you.
Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental.
anyway. i tried posting about this a few days ago, but the post ran away (bastard). this site provides far too much amusement.
why, you ask?
bwahaha - let me show you.
"got a victoria? you're in luck."
"we'll leave the beth on for you."
"things go better with paul."
"the best part of waking up is chloe in your cup."
"double the pleasure, double the becca."
"come one, come all to mraz."
"unzip a howie."
"shake the bottle, wake the averi."
nevertheless. my book beckons, the thoughts in my mind about "metamorphoses" are waiting to piece themselves together in my soon-to-be-unconscious state. i will now curl up in bed, safely away from the winds that pushed my car towards home this evening, after nearly blowing me over as i left the theater tonight and hurried to my car. i should note - twas another good evening, although much lower-key than last night. met up with phil, went to the pool play, headed home and was able to hear the ever-missed voice of one paul-like person (sorry about the last time the phone cut out - lost signal right before my house and mom was chatting about things - looked at the clock before preparing to call back and realized you were probably asleep.).
two final notes - 1) there's nothing better than having a great night with a group of people and hearing another member of the group talk about what a great time he had. the smiles last night were contagious.
2) i received one of the nicest compliments i've received in ages while on the phone this evening. it's true - i didn't necessarily agree with the sentiments, but to even think of including any of my stuff in that category is an honor. thank you!!!
alright, dan brown, let me at your book some more ... this time the words shouldn't twirl off the page ...
old school "the cosby show" on behind me. with the eldest sister. i suddenly flash back to dancing on the edith stage, under the stars and the branches of the tree, speckled with spotlights. "love shack." i'm laughing, singing along with justin and look to my side, and the eldest cosby daughter is singing along too.
11.13.2003
sangria-soaked nights infested by monkeys
it was not a pleasant sensation, waking up to the talk radio discuss the local television station's recent "undercover report." head pounding, mind cloudy, i got out of my paid-per-night bed, showered and then climbed back into bed, hair and body wrapped in towels, for another twenty minutes of half-conscious release.
my own damn fault, but as i sit here now, brain still keeping time with faint throbs of pain, i smile because it was worth it.
went to "prometheus" last night as planned. got there early, as i wanted to be sure i could get a seat on opening night and all, wound up running into kirk and - hurrah! - mary! much catching up ensues. house opens, we walk in and find our seats, gaping at the sublime beauty of devlin's set and the lovely lighting. arcadia mini-reuinion #1 takes place when gwideyon comes over to say hello and reminisce with us about what a kickass experience our kirk play was. good times.
mary joked that she was sitting with a celebrity when the college pr woman chats with me from her seat a couple rows behind (i got to know her quite well from actf experiences). i laughed. it was definitely cool to be able to see people, but i definitely preferred chatting with friends about what had been going on in my absence than talking about my writing.
anyway. show begins and the next 90 minutes or so are filled with absolute beauty. what a kickass show for k. to go out on - it's totally him. costumes - gorgeous. sound - great (special props to mic sound - eerie and wonderful). lights & mulimedia - rock on. acting - very solid and impressive. ashleigh rocked. i didn't even recognize matt. joe's grace was mesmerizing. i wanted to be one of the daughters of ocean.
anyway, good time had by all. post-show, all are reveling in feel-good vibes, i get to freak out saying hi to a bunch of friends from theater. joe, jonathan, matt, james, ashleigh, etc. etc. very awesome. mini-arcadia reuinion #2 includes photo of k., mary, collin and myself. yahoo ...
anyway, the night is young, the happiness is infectious and people want to celebrate. so k., collin, phil, mary and i head down to the monkey in winooski. never been there - definitely plan on going back soon. very, very chill vibe. we slide into a round booth that made me feel very swank. a pitcher of sangria is ordered. and another (food for thought: was the delightful 2002 p-day fruity poison a ghetto-ized version of sangria or is sangria just a classy version of 2002 p-day fruity poison? ponder ...). then we switch to beer or, in my case, a couple v&cs.
we all talk, laugh, joke, reminisce, curse, whatever the case may be. a grand time is had by all. one of the best nights o' debauchery i've had in eons. i even got a green plastic monkey that hangs from my pint glass out of the deal. score!
i form tentative plans to meet up with phil for tonight's show and am told that my days - well, nights, rather - of hotel living must cease to be. score. we toast prometheus. we toast art carney. we drink to phil's graduation.
i return to my hotel room shortly after 2 a.m. i contentedly crawl into bed, read a page of my book and promptly fall asleep.
hells yeah.
it was not a pleasant sensation, waking up to the talk radio discuss the local television station's recent "undercover report." head pounding, mind cloudy, i got out of my paid-per-night bed, showered and then climbed back into bed, hair and body wrapped in towels, for another twenty minutes of half-conscious release.
my own damn fault, but as i sit here now, brain still keeping time with faint throbs of pain, i smile because it was worth it.
went to "prometheus" last night as planned. got there early, as i wanted to be sure i could get a seat on opening night and all, wound up running into kirk and - hurrah! - mary! much catching up ensues. house opens, we walk in and find our seats, gaping at the sublime beauty of devlin's set and the lovely lighting. arcadia mini-reuinion #1 takes place when gwideyon comes over to say hello and reminisce with us about what a kickass experience our kirk play was. good times.
mary joked that she was sitting with a celebrity when the college pr woman chats with me from her seat a couple rows behind (i got to know her quite well from actf experiences). i laughed. it was definitely cool to be able to see people, but i definitely preferred chatting with friends about what had been going on in my absence than talking about my writing.
anyway. show begins and the next 90 minutes or so are filled with absolute beauty. what a kickass show for k. to go out on - it's totally him. costumes - gorgeous. sound - great (special props to mic sound - eerie and wonderful). lights & mulimedia - rock on. acting - very solid and impressive. ashleigh rocked. i didn't even recognize matt. joe's grace was mesmerizing. i wanted to be one of the daughters of ocean.
anyway, good time had by all. post-show, all are reveling in feel-good vibes, i get to freak out saying hi to a bunch of friends from theater. joe, jonathan, matt, james, ashleigh, etc. etc. very awesome. mini-arcadia reuinion #2 includes photo of k., mary, collin and myself. yahoo ...
anyway, the night is young, the happiness is infectious and people want to celebrate. so k., collin, phil, mary and i head down to the monkey in winooski. never been there - definitely plan on going back soon. very, very chill vibe. we slide into a round booth that made me feel very swank. a pitcher of sangria is ordered. and another (food for thought: was the delightful 2002 p-day fruity poison a ghetto-ized version of sangria or is sangria just a classy version of 2002 p-day fruity poison? ponder ...). then we switch to beer or, in my case, a couple v&cs.
we all talk, laugh, joke, reminisce, curse, whatever the case may be. a grand time is had by all. one of the best nights o' debauchery i've had in eons. i even got a green plastic monkey that hangs from my pint glass out of the deal. score!
i form tentative plans to meet up with phil for tonight's show and am told that my days - well, nights, rather - of hotel living must cease to be. score. we toast prometheus. we toast art carney. we drink to phil's graduation.
i return to my hotel room shortly after 2 a.m. i contentedly crawl into bed, read a page of my book and promptly fall asleep.
hells yeah.
11.12.2003
a spare couple of minutes
well, not exactly. since this morning marked my first official commute from down south to burlington, i decided to give myself some extra time. breathing room, if you will. however, i gave myself so much breathing room that i stolled into the newsroom, coffee in hand (bless you, java gods), a full hour before i was scheduled to arrive.
whoops. c'est la vie - gives me time to enjoy my coffee, pour through today's issue of the paper and organize my thoughts and assignments before systematically tackling them (i'm being optimistic here. "systematically tackling them" is vickie jargon for "making calls, waiting for people to call back and then sorting through my notes for each story so i pull up the right ones for the right calls." but i thought the jargon sounded better.)
anyhoo. i drove home last night and enjoyed a little down time at the house, seeing my parents and playing around online to write email and whatnot. i also had the opportunity to return to mraz-mania to slowly read his journal entries, as the reading experience at work consisted more of skimming and shaking my head in disbelief at his skill.
having read the entries again, i continue to be impressed, but also thank his management for scheduling a nice break from touring. the guy sounds exhausted and overwhelmed, capable a job of handling it all he is doing. the entry about the dvd shoot ... damn. i guess the nerves and pressure hit everyone. it was odd - i won't say that i felt badly that people want to see him perform, that people want to meet him. because really, whether he responds enthusiastically each day to that or not, that's what he wanted and what he's been working to do. but it does feel as if this has come suddenly - and i think he's still wondering when the hell this all happened. he came close to it before and he backed away for a bit ... now here it is again. inevitable, considering how talented he is.
i suppose i just felt compassion for him as i was reading. my schedule might be nuts, i might be running or driving up and down the state and figuring out what i'm doing, but at least i had those few hours last night to do whatever - to talk and laugh with family, write email, curl up with "the da vinci code" (which i'm enjoying at the moment, for the record). and i didn't have to worry about being seen or answering question after question ... i had some peace.
i think the month or however long he's taking off will be good for him - as i hope he is able to find some peace as well.
on a less dramatic note - the bit about howie in montana rocked. i'm still bitter about being in dc when mraz opened for howie at higher ground back in ... what was it, december of last year? that would be a dream show - only i'd switch the billing. howie open for mraz. sorry, hd.
anyway. time to return to my copy of the paper and laugh as i read sally's story (love it), prepare to call the police and go from there. tonight takes me to st. mike's to see "prometheus bound," tomorrow finds me at groovy uv for "metamorphoses" - otherwise known as "the pool play."
two plays in two nights?
i can deal with this, thank you!
well, not exactly. since this morning marked my first official commute from down south to burlington, i decided to give myself some extra time. breathing room, if you will. however, i gave myself so much breathing room that i stolled into the newsroom, coffee in hand (bless you, java gods), a full hour before i was scheduled to arrive.
whoops. c'est la vie - gives me time to enjoy my coffee, pour through today's issue of the paper and organize my thoughts and assignments before systematically tackling them (i'm being optimistic here. "systematically tackling them" is vickie jargon for "making calls, waiting for people to call back and then sorting through my notes for each story so i pull up the right ones for the right calls." but i thought the jargon sounded better.)
anyhoo. i drove home last night and enjoyed a little down time at the house, seeing my parents and playing around online to write email and whatnot. i also had the opportunity to return to mraz-mania to slowly read his journal entries, as the reading experience at work consisted more of skimming and shaking my head in disbelief at his skill.
having read the entries again, i continue to be impressed, but also thank his management for scheduling a nice break from touring. the guy sounds exhausted and overwhelmed, capable a job of handling it all he is doing. the entry about the dvd shoot ... damn. i guess the nerves and pressure hit everyone. it was odd - i won't say that i felt badly that people want to see him perform, that people want to meet him. because really, whether he responds enthusiastically each day to that or not, that's what he wanted and what he's been working to do. but it does feel as if this has come suddenly - and i think he's still wondering when the hell this all happened. he came close to it before and he backed away for a bit ... now here it is again. inevitable, considering how talented he is.
i suppose i just felt compassion for him as i was reading. my schedule might be nuts, i might be running or driving up and down the state and figuring out what i'm doing, but at least i had those few hours last night to do whatever - to talk and laugh with family, write email, curl up with "the da vinci code" (which i'm enjoying at the moment, for the record). and i didn't have to worry about being seen or answering question after question ... i had some peace.
i think the month or however long he's taking off will be good for him - as i hope he is able to find some peace as well.
on a less dramatic note - the bit about howie in montana rocked. i'm still bitter about being in dc when mraz opened for howie at higher ground back in ... what was it, december of last year? that would be a dream show - only i'd switch the billing. howie open for mraz. sorry, hd.
anyway. time to return to my copy of the paper and laugh as i read sally's story (love it), prepare to call the police and go from there. tonight takes me to st. mike's to see "prometheus bound," tomorrow finds me at groovy uv for "metamorphoses" - otherwise known as "the pool play."
two plays in two nights?
i can deal with this, thank you!
11.11.2003
yet another coinky-dink
i've been taking a few minutes to check my email and see if i had any column-related goodness (or more hatemail, whichever the case may be), and along the way i happened to stop by the world of mraz (big shock, i know). three bits of journal goodness to enjoy - but, as always, it meant three opportunities for me to turn shades of envious green, as even his simple journal writing demonstrates capabilities i aspire to in my normal (non-journaled, non-blogged) writing.
but nevertheless, learn from a gifted one, right? so now i sit here, waiting for some calls, dying to be able to devote some time to try applying the stream-of-consciousness style to an entry here. but i have not the time - or, i should say, i should not afford the time at the moment. other projects on which i should - and want to - focus my time and energy.
but that's not the point of why i decided to make a quick (quick in theory, rambling in execution) post ... i found it amusing to read about his exploits pouring through his latest literary conquest. "the da vinci code," by dan brown. the very book i bought about a week and a half ago and currently sits in my car, anxiously waiting the moment at which i can pick it up, run my hand over the raised surface of the book jacket and open it to lose myself in the world presented.
i've been looking to it from time to time since i bought it, wanting to have at least a few minutes to glance at page one, but the only opportunity i had was last night as i relaxed in the hotel room, watching letterman. at that point, however, i was curled up in my rented bed, unwilling to brave the elements that would be faced with the short dash to my car.
now, reading about how someone with an even crazier schedule than my own devoted god knows how many hours to reading it, i know the time has come. i think there will be at least a half hour devoted to mr. brown's little book before i drift off to sleep in my normal, hopefully-soon-to-be-considered-abnormal bed tonight.
thanks for giving me a kick in the arse to get me reading, mr. mraz. you and your agonizing brilliant way with words.
i wonder how good he is at dialogue ... hmm ... care to teach me?
i've been taking a few minutes to check my email and see if i had any column-related goodness (or more hatemail, whichever the case may be), and along the way i happened to stop by the world of mraz (big shock, i know). three bits of journal goodness to enjoy - but, as always, it meant three opportunities for me to turn shades of envious green, as even his simple journal writing demonstrates capabilities i aspire to in my normal (non-journaled, non-blogged) writing.
but nevertheless, learn from a gifted one, right? so now i sit here, waiting for some calls, dying to be able to devote some time to try applying the stream-of-consciousness style to an entry here. but i have not the time - or, i should say, i should not afford the time at the moment. other projects on which i should - and want to - focus my time and energy.
but that's not the point of why i decided to make a quick (quick in theory, rambling in execution) post ... i found it amusing to read about his exploits pouring through his latest literary conquest. "the da vinci code," by dan brown. the very book i bought about a week and a half ago and currently sits in my car, anxiously waiting the moment at which i can pick it up, run my hand over the raised surface of the book jacket and open it to lose myself in the world presented.
i've been looking to it from time to time since i bought it, wanting to have at least a few minutes to glance at page one, but the only opportunity i had was last night as i relaxed in the hotel room, watching letterman. at that point, however, i was curled up in my rented bed, unwilling to brave the elements that would be faced with the short dash to my car.
now, reading about how someone with an even crazier schedule than my own devoted god knows how many hours to reading it, i know the time has come. i think there will be at least a half hour devoted to mr. brown's little book before i drift off to sleep in my normal, hopefully-soon-to-be-considered-abnormal bed tonight.
thanks for giving me a kick in the arse to get me reading, mr. mraz. you and your agonizing brilliant way with words.
i wonder how good he is at dialogue ... hmm ... care to teach me?
lois lane livin
last year around this time (actually, exactly one year ago tomorrow), i was sitting in my seat at george mason university's arena, listening to tori sing "gold dust" with tears trickling down my face.
my lyric was "i was here."
a year later, it is "i AM here."
i type this in the midst of my first full day on the job. i had a half day yesterday, as i guided young impressionable minds yesterday morning (HA!).
i love it.
storytime ...
and ani last night to boot. last row of the balcony at the flynn, amazing view, KILLER show. she played "second intermission." she played "serpentine."
her two encore songs were "both ands" and "shameless."
it doesn't get much better than that, now does it?
such a fun night, such a good day and such a good day to follow up such a good day. hurrah ...
last year around this time (actually, exactly one year ago tomorrow), i was sitting in my seat at george mason university's arena, listening to tori sing "gold dust" with tears trickling down my face.
my lyric was "i was here."
a year later, it is "i AM here."
i type this in the midst of my first full day on the job. i had a half day yesterday, as i guided young impressionable minds yesterday morning (HA!).
i love it.
storytime ...
and ani last night to boot. last row of the balcony at the flynn, amazing view, KILLER show. she played "second intermission." she played "serpentine."
her two encore songs were "both ands" and "shameless."
it doesn't get much better than that, now does it?
such a fun night, such a good day and such a good day to follow up such a good day. hurrah ...
11.10.2003
was i on crack at the time?
i just stumbled across this as i was doing a search for some stuff in my archives ... i'm embarrassed and amused to provide the link, but nevertheless. this is from ... junior year ... april of junior year.
what can i say? i was finishing up my first semester of defender, plus the play plus other things - i'd gotten like no sleep for eons and i was loopy.
ack - heading up to burlington shortly and "nervous" can hardly to justice to how i'm feeling at the moment ...
i just stumbled across this as i was doing a search for some stuff in my archives ... i'm embarrassed and amused to provide the link, but nevertheless. this is from ... junior year ... april of junior year.
what can i say? i was finishing up my first semester of defender, plus the play plus other things - i'd gotten like no sleep for eons and i was loopy.
ack - heading up to burlington shortly and "nervous" can hardly to justice to how i'm feeling at the moment ...
11.09.2003
friday five and other goodness
1. what food do you like that most people hate?
hmm ... i love salsa to a ridulous degree. now while this may not be considered something most people hate, the pairing of salsa with some of my other foods may prove somewhat surprising. for example - salsa and bread. salsa and celery. salsa and carrots. salsa and salad. and the hotter, the better. give me salsa where my face flushes at the first taste. mmm ...
2. what food do you hate that most people love?
i wish i could get into the whole sushi craze, because it's supposedly so good for you ... but as someone who's just barely getting into eating cooked fish, the idea of raw fish is just too horrible for words. pity.
3. What famous person, whom many people may find attractive, is most unappealing to you?
i'm not into th e whole gangsta look, so that rules out a lot of the bad boy types people find so appealing. on the other end of the spectrum, there are a lot of incredibly pretty boys who get on my nerves (nick lachey is attractive, i suppose, but definitely not my type). give me the quirky, almost a bit of scruffiness or wildness (whether it's howie hair, jason dorkiness, orlando british-ness, etc.). someone who's attractive but doesn't take his look too seriously.
4. what famous person, whom many people may find unappealing, do you find attractive?
this one's tough - i would have said chris martin, but now everyone's all up on him ... i'm not sure. need to ponder this one. my problem now is that society is embracing the slight, sensitive artsy angsty guys i generally find myself attracted to. so they're not considered unattractive by society anymore.
5. what popular trend baffles you?
WHY IS IT SUCH A STRUGGLE TO FIND SIMPLE, CLASSIC (albeit bootcut and low-waisted), NON-DIRTY LOOK, FREE OF PINK THREADING, BEADING OR PRINT JEANS AND NICE, TAILORED FITTED BUTTON-DOWN SHIRTS????
my packrat ways have reached the point of absurdity. while going through boxes of belongings tonight, looking for some critic information i plan on passing out tomorrow in class (HA!), i stumbled across years' worth of acquisitions, including the following:
- academic course catelogue from last semester of college
- orientation information from '98
- advertisements for defender
- old mail for defender
- prom pictures
- sweet sixteen birthday card from then-boyfriend
- picture of matt damon from my freshman year closet collage
- high school journals
- more defenders than i care to admit
- clippings from newspapers about the uvm hockey scandal
- a copy of my birthday email from clint (FROM THREE YEARS AGO - god i'm old), as well as his contact information for when he moved to d.c. two and a half years ago ...
- binder upon binder of classwork from throughout college
- my midsummer binder - containing three copies of the script - all annotated for the smc production, a list of cast member conflicts and at least thirty copies of the contact sheet.
as well as notes, photos, clippings, etc. from random moments in vickie history. someone's going to have fun sorting through everything when i move ... yet i know i can't get rid of any of it ... for some reason, i always feel like i'll need it someday. for scrapbooks or whatnot. or i'll just have to become famous quickly so someone else goes through it all for some huge archive somewhere.
1. what food do you like that most people hate?
hmm ... i love salsa to a ridulous degree. now while this may not be considered something most people hate, the pairing of salsa with some of my other foods may prove somewhat surprising. for example - salsa and bread. salsa and celery. salsa and carrots. salsa and salad. and the hotter, the better. give me salsa where my face flushes at the first taste. mmm ...
2. what food do you hate that most people love?
i wish i could get into the whole sushi craze, because it's supposedly so good for you ... but as someone who's just barely getting into eating cooked fish, the idea of raw fish is just too horrible for words. pity.
3. What famous person, whom many people may find attractive, is most unappealing to you?
i'm not into th e whole gangsta look, so that rules out a lot of the bad boy types people find so appealing. on the other end of the spectrum, there are a lot of incredibly pretty boys who get on my nerves (nick lachey is attractive, i suppose, but definitely not my type). give me the quirky, almost a bit of scruffiness or wildness (whether it's howie hair, jason dorkiness, orlando british-ness, etc.). someone who's attractive but doesn't take his look too seriously.
4. what famous person, whom many people may find unappealing, do you find attractive?
this one's tough - i would have said chris martin, but now everyone's all up on him ... i'm not sure. need to ponder this one. my problem now is that society is embracing the slight, sensitive artsy angsty guys i generally find myself attracted to. so they're not considered unattractive by society anymore.
5. what popular trend baffles you?
WHY IS IT SUCH A STRUGGLE TO FIND SIMPLE, CLASSIC (albeit bootcut and low-waisted), NON-DIRTY LOOK, FREE OF PINK THREADING, BEADING OR PRINT JEANS AND NICE, TAILORED FITTED BUTTON-DOWN SHIRTS????
my packrat ways have reached the point of absurdity. while going through boxes of belongings tonight, looking for some critic information i plan on passing out tomorrow in class (HA!), i stumbled across years' worth of acquisitions, including the following:
- academic course catelogue from last semester of college
- orientation information from '98
- advertisements for defender
- old mail for defender
- prom pictures
- sweet sixteen birthday card from then-boyfriend
- picture of matt damon from my freshman year closet collage
- high school journals
- more defenders than i care to admit
- clippings from newspapers about the uvm hockey scandal
- a copy of my birthday email from clint (FROM THREE YEARS AGO - god i'm old), as well as his contact information for when he moved to d.c. two and a half years ago ...
- binder upon binder of classwork from throughout college
- my midsummer binder - containing three copies of the script - all annotated for the smc production, a list of cast member conflicts and at least thirty copies of the contact sheet.
as well as notes, photos, clippings, etc. from random moments in vickie history. someone's going to have fun sorting through everything when i move ... yet i know i can't get rid of any of it ... for some reason, i always feel like i'll need it someday. for scrapbooks or whatnot. or i'll just have to become famous quickly so someone else goes through it all for some huge archive somewhere.
nervous anticipation
tomorrow marks a big day. it begins with my stint as a guest lecturer at smc ... i have no idea of what i'm going to say. i was never big on being responsible for leading discussion in class as a student (with the exception being kirk classes, as i just found myself talking and talking), let alone lead students in discussion as a non-student ... but it'll be fun. i think. i hope. i've got to dig out some of my old actf information ... i think i'll be utilizing some of the information i received from dan (considering i have at least three copies of the stuff, since he used them at both national festivals and at the o'neill) and then kind of just talking about how i started writing reviews and whatnot. and then let them (hopefully) ask questions.
and then tomorrow afternoon marks my first official day at the paper. i want to make a good first impression, i want the next two months to go well so we can see what happens from there. i just need to do well, work hard and enjoy it. that's really all there is to it - i can definitely do that. i just want to do it well.
but then tomorrow night brings ani to town ... so psyched. i last saw ani during the winter of my freshman year of college ... i saw her at memorial with lexi and her sister and had a great time. at that point, i knew next to nothing about her - it was one of those deals where lexi said, "hey, she's great, i think you'd like her, wanna come?" now that i actually know her music (and, as a result, love her music), i'm really looking forward to it. but i'll definitely be thinking of lex, which will be hard, but good at the same time. and, depending on how exhausted i am, i have the thumbs up to review the concert - if i'd like to. if i'm too tired, i don't have to. but i think i will - i'm playing around with the idea of getting a hotel room tomorrow night, as it'll be a late night at the show and i can just get a good nght's sleep before work tuesday morning.
it's a Big Day. and i'm looking forward to it. but looking forward to it does nothing to tame the butterflies that are racing around my stomach ...
tomorrow marks a big day. it begins with my stint as a guest lecturer at smc ... i have no idea of what i'm going to say. i was never big on being responsible for leading discussion in class as a student (with the exception being kirk classes, as i just found myself talking and talking), let alone lead students in discussion as a non-student ... but it'll be fun. i think. i hope. i've got to dig out some of my old actf information ... i think i'll be utilizing some of the information i received from dan (considering i have at least three copies of the stuff, since he used them at both national festivals and at the o'neill) and then kind of just talking about how i started writing reviews and whatnot. and then let them (hopefully) ask questions.
and then tomorrow afternoon marks my first official day at the paper. i want to make a good first impression, i want the next two months to go well so we can see what happens from there. i just need to do well, work hard and enjoy it. that's really all there is to it - i can definitely do that. i just want to do it well.
but then tomorrow night brings ani to town ... so psyched. i last saw ani during the winter of my freshman year of college ... i saw her at memorial with lexi and her sister and had a great time. at that point, i knew next to nothing about her - it was one of those deals where lexi said, "hey, she's great, i think you'd like her, wanna come?" now that i actually know her music (and, as a result, love her music), i'm really looking forward to it. but i'll definitely be thinking of lex, which will be hard, but good at the same time. and, depending on how exhausted i am, i have the thumbs up to review the concert - if i'd like to. if i'm too tired, i don't have to. but i think i will - i'm playing around with the idea of getting a hotel room tomorrow night, as it'll be a late night at the show and i can just get a good nght's sleep before work tuesday morning.
it's a Big Day. and i'm looking forward to it. but looking forward to it does nothing to tame the butterflies that are racing around my stomach ...
11.08.2003
those dorks always find ways to amuse me
i love toca. i was disappointed to see that he wasn't sporting the percussion (as that's a key element of jason mraz music goodness), but LOVED the fact that he stood there, holding the little hand maracca thing in one hand, the gnome in the other. that ruled. he brings a smile to my face.
speaking of smiling - actually, all out laughter - what the hell was the deal with the wink in the later half of the song? that was absolutely hilarious - so cheesy and ridiculous.
know what? i have all morning to write this review. screw it - i'm curling up and watching part of a movie until i fall asleep.
:-)
i love toca. i was disappointed to see that he wasn't sporting the percussion (as that's a key element of jason mraz music goodness), but LOVED the fact that he stood there, holding the little hand maracca thing in one hand, the gnome in the other. that ruled. he brings a smile to my face.
speaking of smiling - actually, all out laughter - what the hell was the deal with the wink in the later half of the song? that was absolutely hilarious - so cheesy and ridiculous.
know what? i have all morning to write this review. screw it - i'm curling up and watching part of a movie until i fall asleep.
:-)
the definition of a good day
... heading to burlington, conducting an extremely interesting interview. sitting in muddy's shortly thereafter, writing part of story based on interview before deciding to put that on hold and write a much-neglected email to chloe (how neglected? three pages in word worth of catching up ... i suck). shopping for both the body (clothes) and the soul (music). finding as close the closest subsititue for panera's mesa soup yet (courtesy of liquid energy cafe). heading to "jesus christ superstar," receiving my comp ticket for the show (eighth row, no less), enjoying musical revelry. seeing a friend from college perform, see another friend from college following the show. head home, enjoying new musical purchases (ryan adams 2-for deal : i like "rock n roll," i LOVE "love is hell part 1"), letting jcs thoughts sift through my brain, settling into some coherent thoughts i will be putting on paper shortly - that is, after i see jason mraz on leno.
this is a good day.
... heading to burlington, conducting an extremely interesting interview. sitting in muddy's shortly thereafter, writing part of story based on interview before deciding to put that on hold and write a much-neglected email to chloe (how neglected? three pages in word worth of catching up ... i suck). shopping for both the body (clothes) and the soul (music). finding as close the closest subsititue for panera's mesa soup yet (courtesy of liquid energy cafe). heading to "jesus christ superstar," receiving my comp ticket for the show (eighth row, no less), enjoying musical revelry. seeing a friend from college perform, see another friend from college following the show. head home, enjoying new musical purchases (ryan adams 2-for deal : i like "rock n roll," i LOVE "love is hell part 1"), letting jcs thoughts sift through my brain, settling into some coherent thoughts i will be putting on paper shortly - that is, after i see jason mraz on leno.
this is a good day.
11.06.2003
file this under "hatemail" with the "who IS vicky?" open letter
received my first "hi, just wanted to tell you you SUCK" response to my writing this evening - and what a doozy it was.
i think this marks the first time the word "doozy" has ever appeared in any post - let's share this moment.
*pause*
ok. now onward ...
received my first "hi, just wanted to tell you you SUCK" response to my writing this evening - and what a doozy it was.
i think this marks the first time the word "doozy" has ever appeared in any post - let's share this moment.
*pause*
ok. now onward ...
11.05.2003
... the answer to one of life's burning questions ...
the question came up this evening and i was shocked to be without the proper answer.
what were the names of strawberry shortcake's band of sweet friends?
i had to do research to find out ... i hang my 1980s-born head in shame as i shamelessly cut and paste the answer.
but, nevertheless, here they are (the crew and their pets):
blueberry muffin & cheesecake
huckleberry pie & pupcake
raspberry tart & rhubarb
lemon meringue & frappe
orange blossom & marmalade
apple dumpling & tea time
lime chiffon & parfait
apricot & hopsalot
angel cake & souffle
cherry cuddler & gooseberry
butter cookie & jelly
lem-n-ada & sugar woofer
crepe suzette & eclair
mint tulip & marsh
cafe ole' & burrito
almond tea & marza
plum puddin & elderberry
peach blush & melonie bell
banana twirl
baby needs a name
berry princess
and the baddies ...
purple pieman & captain cackle
sour grapes & dreggs
i was always a fan of lemon meringue, myself - i think mostly because i was narcissistic even then (before i knew what being narcissistic was) and i thought she was closest to me. i even had my lemon meringue dress - a pale yellow easter number that made me feel like her whenever i wore it.
ah - bless the '80s ... i think i want to be rainbow brite for halloween next year.
the question came up this evening and i was shocked to be without the proper answer.
what were the names of strawberry shortcake's band of sweet friends?
i had to do research to find out ... i hang my 1980s-born head in shame as i shamelessly cut and paste the answer.
but, nevertheless, here they are (the crew and their pets):
blueberry muffin & cheesecake
huckleberry pie & pupcake
raspberry tart & rhubarb
lemon meringue & frappe
orange blossom & marmalade
apple dumpling & tea time
lime chiffon & parfait
apricot & hopsalot
angel cake & souffle
cherry cuddler & gooseberry
butter cookie & jelly
lem-n-ada & sugar woofer
crepe suzette & eclair
mint tulip & marsh
cafe ole' & burrito
almond tea & marza
plum puddin & elderberry
peach blush & melonie bell
banana twirl
baby needs a name
berry princess
and the baddies ...
purple pieman & captain cackle
sour grapes & dreggs
i was always a fan of lemon meringue, myself - i think mostly because i was narcissistic even then (before i knew what being narcissistic was) and i thought she was closest to me. i even had my lemon meringue dress - a pale yellow easter number that made me feel like her whenever i wore it.
ah - bless the '80s ... i think i want to be rainbow brite for halloween next year.
11.04.2003
11.03.2003
curses!!!
VomitDestroy: My name is vickie. I'm 23. OOO look at me...La-dee da dee dee
Auto response from magdalena281: what a lovely way to celebrate the birthday ... in burlington taking care of job paperwork (!!!!!!!), followed by shenandoah at uvm, followed by filing my review of said performance. leave love - find me at the show!
hehehehe.
six and a half hours from my next shift in hell - i mean, work - and a review to write. but i just want to write responses to email love - i must put it off til tomorrow. but thought i'd jot a note here with the hopes that y'all would see it before then - i miss you guys!
best birthday present - parking permit and paperwork for my new job, which starts monday at 1. would have been earlier, but i'll be guest lecturing in the morning hours. bwahahaha ...
next monday will be great. the intro class, first day of work, night of ani. can all mondays have such an appealing itinerary?
i write review now. sleep soon. work way too soon. and enjoy the chance to catch up with the dc crew in the afternoon!
VomitDestroy: My name is vickie. I'm 23. OOO look at me...La-dee da dee dee
Auto response from magdalena281: what a lovely way to celebrate the birthday ... in burlington taking care of job paperwork (!!!!!!!), followed by shenandoah at uvm, followed by filing my review of said performance. leave love - find me at the show!
hehehehe.
six and a half hours from my next shift in hell - i mean, work - and a review to write. but i just want to write responses to email love - i must put it off til tomorrow. but thought i'd jot a note here with the hopes that y'all would see it before then - i miss you guys!
best birthday present - parking permit and paperwork for my new job, which starts monday at 1. would have been earlier, but i'll be guest lecturing in the morning hours. bwahahaha ...
next monday will be great. the intro class, first day of work, night of ani. can all mondays have such an appealing itinerary?
i write review now. sleep soon. work way too soon. and enjoy the chance to catch up with the dc crew in the afternoon!
hahahaha
becca, that e-card was absolutely traumatizing.
and perfect. i loved it.
thanks!
busy, busy day. after rocking it, work-style, with my work peeps and my fellow partner in birthday crime, the always-delightful dan (celebrating the big 2-1), i've raced home, put my flowers (yay!) in water, and am now dashing back to the car to race (well, drive) up to burlington for job paperwork (!!!!!!) and a performance by shenandoah shakespeare, for which i will write a review i plan on filing immediately after.
whew. i haven't had this busy a birthday in years ...
special thanks to those who sent well-wishes and the millers for a fabulous pre-birthday (or the "hey, since 2 p.m. on friday it's been your birthday in bank time!") dinner.
y'all are too good to me. :-)
becca, that e-card was absolutely traumatizing.
and perfect. i loved it.
thanks!
busy, busy day. after rocking it, work-style, with my work peeps and my fellow partner in birthday crime, the always-delightful dan (celebrating the big 2-1), i've raced home, put my flowers (yay!) in water, and am now dashing back to the car to race (well, drive) up to burlington for job paperwork (!!!!!!) and a performance by shenandoah shakespeare, for which i will write a review i plan on filing immediately after.
whew. i haven't had this busy a birthday in years ...
special thanks to those who sent well-wishes and the millers for a fabulous pre-birthday (or the "hey, since 2 p.m. on friday it's been your birthday in bank time!") dinner.
y'all are too good to me. :-)
11.02.2003
the fact that i now have a clip with "revelry" in the title brings me great joy.
time for stories - three in today's paper (well, two combined under one headline), which is why the brain was fried yesterday.
the revelry-headed column turned out pretty well for a "hey, just go and do whatever" assignment - such a fun night to cover.
had a homecoming of sorts yesterday while covering proctor/wilmington soccer championships, as i naturally watched the games with three quarters of proctor's residents ... it was fun, though. got to catch up with some teachers and people i haven't seen in ages as well as touch base with old friends from the phs days. i ran into a guy i had a crush on in high school and we wound up talking for eons ... i think yesterday's coversation was longer than any conversation we ever had as students (hell, probably longer than all conversations combined - i was a bit shy back in the day) and it was so fun.
the father of a guy i graduated with was there, as he's the self-appointed king of school events, particularly athletic ones - i never particularly liked the man, as he had severly distorted versions of himself as being above 99.99% of the rest of the town's residents.
as i passed by, notebook in hand, to interview the victorious proctor coach, he did a doubletake. i smiled politely and said hello, and he replied with, "oh woah! vickie! i didn't even recognize you - you look so old now!"
yeah, well i'm not the only one, if you know what i'm sayin, buddy.
both the boys and girls were playing in the championships, so i was able to watch my fomer team battle it out for the title, under the coaching of my favorite coach ever. i'd only seen one other girls game since graduating (the championship they won my freshman year of college- they were playing at smc and i had to be there to have the salt rubbed in the wound personally), and it was bizarre to stand on the sidelines, watching the girls i never played with responding to the shouts coach hollered from the sidelines, calls for plays that were the same as when i'd played. i felt like i needed to get out there and do it myself ...
the moment that got me, though, was right before the game started, with the traditional proctor oobie cheer.
same deep, primal shout.
"oobie!"
same chorus of female adolescent shrieks.
"cha!"
"oobie!"
"cha!"
"oobieoobieoobie!"
"chachacha - HA!"
oobie was my favorite moment of a soccer game - besides playing, that is. the cheer makes no sense to anyone else - a bunch of gibberish, really. but it's a way of showing that all of the messed-up logic of everyday life is out of the team's mind. just focusing on the job at hand and the game to be played. and it shows that the team is in sync with the coach - all are fired up and ready to dominate.
for some reason in the back of my mind, i'd almost hoped that coach had retired oobie once i graduated.
it's the one moment during the game that i felt tears start to well up in my eyes.
time for stories - three in today's paper (well, two combined under one headline), which is why the brain was fried yesterday.
the revelry-headed column turned out pretty well for a "hey, just go and do whatever" assignment - such a fun night to cover.
had a homecoming of sorts yesterday while covering proctor/wilmington soccer championships, as i naturally watched the games with three quarters of proctor's residents ... it was fun, though. got to catch up with some teachers and people i haven't seen in ages as well as touch base with old friends from the phs days. i ran into a guy i had a crush on in high school and we wound up talking for eons ... i think yesterday's coversation was longer than any conversation we ever had as students (hell, probably longer than all conversations combined - i was a bit shy back in the day) and it was so fun.
the father of a guy i graduated with was there, as he's the self-appointed king of school events, particularly athletic ones - i never particularly liked the man, as he had severly distorted versions of himself as being above 99.99% of the rest of the town's residents.
as i passed by, notebook in hand, to interview the victorious proctor coach, he did a doubletake. i smiled politely and said hello, and he replied with, "oh woah! vickie! i didn't even recognize you - you look so old now!"
yeah, well i'm not the only one, if you know what i'm sayin, buddy.
both the boys and girls were playing in the championships, so i was able to watch my fomer team battle it out for the title, under the coaching of my favorite coach ever. i'd only seen one other girls game since graduating (the championship they won my freshman year of college- they were playing at smc and i had to be there to have the salt rubbed in the wound personally), and it was bizarre to stand on the sidelines, watching the girls i never played with responding to the shouts coach hollered from the sidelines, calls for plays that were the same as when i'd played. i felt like i needed to get out there and do it myself ...
the moment that got me, though, was right before the game started, with the traditional proctor oobie cheer.
same deep, primal shout.
"oobie!"
same chorus of female adolescent shrieks.
"cha!"
"oobie!"
"cha!"
"oobieoobieoobie!"
"chachacha - HA!"
oobie was my favorite moment of a soccer game - besides playing, that is. the cheer makes no sense to anyone else - a bunch of gibberish, really. but it's a way of showing that all of the messed-up logic of everyday life is out of the team's mind. just focusing on the job at hand and the game to be played. and it shows that the team is in sync with the coach - all are fired up and ready to dominate.
for some reason in the back of my mind, i'd almost hoped that coach had retired oobie once i graduated.
it's the one moment during the game that i felt tears start to well up in my eyes.
11.01.2003
...
brain fried. original commentary is not possible this evening, so instead, i leave you with this gem, courtesy of "west side story."
hahahaha ...
Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke,
Ya gotta understand--
It’s just our bringin’ upke
That gets us outta hand.
Our mothers all are junkies,
Our fathers all are drunks.
Golly Moses -- natcherly we’re punks.
Gee, Officer Krupke, we’re very upset;
We never had the love that every
Child oughta get.
We ain’t no delinquents,
We’re misunderstood.
Deep down inside us there is good!
There is good!
There is good, there is good,
There is untapped good.
Like inside, the worse of us is good.
brain fried. original commentary is not possible this evening, so instead, i leave you with this gem, courtesy of "west side story."
hahahaha ...
Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke,
Ya gotta understand--
It’s just our bringin’ upke
That gets us outta hand.
Our mothers all are junkies,
Our fathers all are drunks.
Golly Moses -- natcherly we’re punks.
Gee, Officer Krupke, we’re very upset;
We never had the love that every
Child oughta get.
We ain’t no delinquents,
We’re misunderstood.
Deep down inside us there is good!
There is good!
There is good, there is good,
There is untapped good.
Like inside, the worse of us is good.
10.31.2003
happy halloween!
happy day to my favorite ghouls and goblins, vampires and zombies.
today is my favorite holiday - to be able to dress up and play the part of anyone you wish is such a fun, freeing sensation. always a fun time ...
ok, you got me. the costumes are fine enough. it's all about the candy. ;-)
heehee. this year i'm playing it pretty safe, as i'll probably wind up interviewing people while i'm out and about - i thought it would be tricky to carry on conversation while worrying that the fangs i bought for my "victoria the vampire" ensemble would dig into my lower lip or something (note: i realize this after buying the fangs ... beth's comment last night, after i told her i'd be going as a flower child instead : "well, you could be a vampire hippie!"), so instead i'm paying homage to the sixties ... flowers in the hair and all. should be a good time in fair burlington ...
speaking of which ... i got the call and it's official. for the next couple of months, i'm going to be working at the newspaper full-time in the news section, one day of each week devoted to my column.
hurrah! who made the right decision in coming back to vermont?
it's me ...
anyhoo. time to go hippie-ify myself. happy halloween ... have fun tricking and treating!
oh, and look for the northern lights tonight ... i heard they're supposed to be visible again ...
happy day to my favorite ghouls and goblins, vampires and zombies.
today is my favorite holiday - to be able to dress up and play the part of anyone you wish is such a fun, freeing sensation. always a fun time ...
ok, you got me. the costumes are fine enough. it's all about the candy. ;-)
heehee. this year i'm playing it pretty safe, as i'll probably wind up interviewing people while i'm out and about - i thought it would be tricky to carry on conversation while worrying that the fangs i bought for my "victoria the vampire" ensemble would dig into my lower lip or something (note: i realize this after buying the fangs ... beth's comment last night, after i told her i'd be going as a flower child instead : "well, you could be a vampire hippie!"), so instead i'm paying homage to the sixties ... flowers in the hair and all. should be a good time in fair burlington ...
speaking of which ... i got the call and it's official. for the next couple of months, i'm going to be working at the newspaper full-time in the news section, one day of each week devoted to my column.
hurrah! who made the right decision in coming back to vermont?
it's me ...
anyhoo. time to go hippie-ify myself. happy halloween ... have fun tricking and treating!
oh, and look for the northern lights tonight ... i heard they're supposed to be visible again ...
herzlich gluckwunch zum geburtstag zur dir ...
in high school, i always used to like singing the german version of "happy birthday" simply because it was so long - i'd try to cram it all into one breath and the same amount of time the traditional version required. sure, i could have gone with the shorter "froh geburtstag," but where's the fun in that, i ask you?
nevertheless. as i tried to find ways of ignoring the fact that i need to head to work this morning, i discovered that it's someone's birthday ... let's give it up for scorpios, eh?
herzlich gluckwunch zum geburstag, chad.
in high school, i always used to like singing the german version of "happy birthday" simply because it was so long - i'd try to cram it all into one breath and the same amount of time the traditional version required. sure, i could have gone with the shorter "froh geburtstag," but where's the fun in that, i ask you?
nevertheless. as i tried to find ways of ignoring the fact that i need to head to work this morning, i discovered that it's someone's birthday ... let's give it up for scorpios, eh?
herzlich gluckwunch zum geburstag, chad.
10.30.2003
northern skies smilin' at me ...
red sun at morning, sailors take warning. red sun at night, sailors delight.
rosy aurora borealis, vickie loves life.
as i drove home from a highly exciting afternoon in burlington, i enjoyed the winding roads, singing along to my selected soundtrack of singer-songwriters. rufus, jason, howie, ben and i traveled down route 7 while i celebrated feelings of joy and anxious anticipation.
i half noticed the magenta glow to my left shortly after driving through middlebury but paid little attention, as my eyes were focus on the road, my mind of the next song lyric to sing. just before pittsford, however, i took a serious look and noticed the jacob's ladder-like beams in the sky, the stars poking holes through the rose-colored haze. i thought to myself for a moment, trying to determine the approximate locations of any possible airports/spotlight-needed places. realizing there was no logical man-made source of the light display, i wondered if i was in fact seeing the northern lights for the first time.
assuming i was, i continued to drive, periodically casting glances to my left (at any point where the road provided an adequate straightaway) and being dazzled by the sight. the lights were brightest just before rutland town, the entire sky on that side of the road cast in some shade of burgandy.
i told myself that it was mother nature's way of encouraging me, telling me that i was on the right path, heading in the right direction. a way of casting the world in the hue of the rose-colored glasses i feel as if i could be wearing at present.
upon arriving home (after making a couple of stops for halloween costumage), i walked in to the living room and greeted my mother and dozing father. mum instantly asked, "did you see the northern lights?"
contentment.
in other news. i don't want to put all of my eggs in one basket. or count chickens before they're hatched. or any other poultry-like figure of speech that may apply (why am i just thinking of jason mraz rock the cock?). but i can say that it appears as if things MIGHT be looking very, very promising. i find out tomorrow.
keep your fingers crossed for me.
the dancing lights on the horizon tonight reflect the dancing light of my spirit ...
red sun at morning, sailors take warning. red sun at night, sailors delight.
rosy aurora borealis, vickie loves life.
as i drove home from a highly exciting afternoon in burlington, i enjoyed the winding roads, singing along to my selected soundtrack of singer-songwriters. rufus, jason, howie, ben and i traveled down route 7 while i celebrated feelings of joy and anxious anticipation.
i half noticed the magenta glow to my left shortly after driving through middlebury but paid little attention, as my eyes were focus on the road, my mind of the next song lyric to sing. just before pittsford, however, i took a serious look and noticed the jacob's ladder-like beams in the sky, the stars poking holes through the rose-colored haze. i thought to myself for a moment, trying to determine the approximate locations of any possible airports/spotlight-needed places. realizing there was no logical man-made source of the light display, i wondered if i was in fact seeing the northern lights for the first time.
assuming i was, i continued to drive, periodically casting glances to my left (at any point where the road provided an adequate straightaway) and being dazzled by the sight. the lights were brightest just before rutland town, the entire sky on that side of the road cast in some shade of burgandy.
i told myself that it was mother nature's way of encouraging me, telling me that i was on the right path, heading in the right direction. a way of casting the world in the hue of the rose-colored glasses i feel as if i could be wearing at present.
upon arriving home (after making a couple of stops for halloween costumage), i walked in to the living room and greeted my mother and dozing father. mum instantly asked, "did you see the northern lights?"
contentment.
in other news. i don't want to put all of my eggs in one basket. or count chickens before they're hatched. or any other poultry-like figure of speech that may apply (why am i just thinking of jason mraz rock the cock?). but i can say that it appears as if things MIGHT be looking very, very promising. i find out tomorrow.
keep your fingers crossed for me.
the dancing lights on the horizon tonight reflect the dancing light of my spirit ...
10.29.2003
absolute, utter hilarity
i received the most surprising of all possible voicemails this afternoon and could not stop laughing for a good five minutes after.
one of my college theater professors left a message asking if i would be interested in guest lecturing one class in a couple of weeks - intro the theater is going to be learning how to be a critic and she figured i was a great person to invite into the class to talk to them about how i became a critic.
?????????
i love it. of course i'm going to do it - it's much too fun an opportunity to pass up. i wouldn't describe myself as a theater critic as of yet, but hey - it'll be very neat to do. but surreal, as i myself only took the class a few years ago - junior year, i believe? yep, first semester junior year. and the first theater review i ever wrote was for that class ... about dear shenandoah shakespeare (who will, might i add, be performing either "two gentlemen," "henry iv," or "the importance of being earnest" at uvm on the night of my birthday - who's there? oh wait. it's me) ...
anyway. i wish there had been a camera in my car as i made the drive up to burlington today - postcard moments were had by the handful. driving up one particular stretch of route 7, the golden light was hitting the trees at just the right angle, making them glow. gorgeous. while there's a substantial part of the foliage in southern vermont that has already fallen, it's still peak season farther north ... can we just forgo the harshness of winter and live in a state of perpetual autumn?
pure pop didn't have matthew jay - i think i might have to do an online purchase for this one.
i made myself feel better with josh rouse's "1972."
i received the most surprising of all possible voicemails this afternoon and could not stop laughing for a good five minutes after.
one of my college theater professors left a message asking if i would be interested in guest lecturing one class in a couple of weeks - intro the theater is going to be learning how to be a critic and she figured i was a great person to invite into the class to talk to them about how i became a critic.
?????????
i love it. of course i'm going to do it - it's much too fun an opportunity to pass up. i wouldn't describe myself as a theater critic as of yet, but hey - it'll be very neat to do. but surreal, as i myself only took the class a few years ago - junior year, i believe? yep, first semester junior year. and the first theater review i ever wrote was for that class ... about dear shenandoah shakespeare (who will, might i add, be performing either "two gentlemen," "henry iv," or "the importance of being earnest" at uvm on the night of my birthday - who's there? oh wait. it's me) ...
anyway. i wish there had been a camera in my car as i made the drive up to burlington today - postcard moments were had by the handful. driving up one particular stretch of route 7, the golden light was hitting the trees at just the right angle, making them glow. gorgeous. while there's a substantial part of the foliage in southern vermont that has already fallen, it's still peak season farther north ... can we just forgo the harshness of winter and live in a state of perpetual autumn?
pure pop didn't have matthew jay - i think i might have to do an online purchase for this one.
i made myself feel better with josh rouse's "1972."
10.27.2003
10.26.2003
yet another example of how in print is better than online ...
i'm pleased with the story online but love it in crisp black and white newsprint.
yes, there are obvious advantages to the online world, but give me a good old fashioned newspaper over any online news source. it still retains some of the ... romance, i guess, of journalism.
in other news. the latest vanity fair - the music issue - caught my eye today, so i figured i'd pick it up. overall, not too shabby. the issue once again reminded me that one of my goals - and one of the ways i will know i have made it in whatever i wind up making it in - is to be photographed by annie leibovitz. or interview annie leibovitz. i haven't decided which yet. C) all of the above?
but it reaffirmed something else, as well ... liz phair. i must state that i haven't heard much of liz's music at all. i haven't heard her past work, i haven't even heard all that much of "liz phair." but i picked it up the other day while perusing the racks at a music store and went over to the little "scan and sneak preview" thing to take a listen. i've got to admit that, while i like to think of myself as open to a lot of new music - and, depsite having a pretty particular genre of favorites, still enjoy a wide range of music - i'm just not getting what all the fuss is about with liz phair. too poppy without some standout edge, the lyrics seem cliched and her voice, while pretty decent, isn't showcased to its full advantage.
granted, many would say the same about the albums released by many of my favorites, but i'm just trying to understand. a lot of people who enjoy my music (which i've playfully dubbed the "male archetype #22 genre" thanks to the advocate) really dig liz's stuff ... and i'm just not seeing it. anyone care to enlighten me?
the previous tirade makes this all the more amusing ...
i am an indie snob!
How indie are you? test by ridethefader
You're just too cool for school, aren't you? You're pretty narrow minded
and opinionated with regards to music (and probably most other things
as well). But you're allowed to be, because you really are better
than everyone else. You take pride in obscurity.
You probably prefer vinyl too, you elitist bitch.
upcoming purchases: ben kweller (i saw it in the same store the other day and was shocked - but incredibly delighted - and wound up passing it by for sake of buying bjork. biiiiiiig mistake. guess what cd's getting sold back this week? and guess what cd's getting picked up?) and matthew jay. i hereby revoke any self-righteous right i have to comment on elliott smith's posthumous album sales, as i heard about matthew jay as people were commenting on suicidal singer-songwriters. i intended to purchase it friday when i bought figure 8, but couldn't find it anywhere in rutland. i'm assuming i'll have to hold off until i get up to burlington sometime this week.
SPEAKING of burlington ... anidifrancoonnovember16atmemorialaudisgoingtokickassespeciallynowthatwehaveticketsforit.
oh, and - rufus needs to get his magical, wonderous self to the greater victoria area on a weekend night. but since that doesn't appear to be happening any time in the near future, it's now time to figure out when to go - where to go. northampton, boston, albany or montreal?
teehee. let the concert revelry continue ...
oh, probably the most amusing site i've found since the dullest blog ever ... emotion eric. hilarious ...
ok. randomness over. this concludes our victoria broadcast day.
i'm pleased with the story online but love it in crisp black and white newsprint.
yes, there are obvious advantages to the online world, but give me a good old fashioned newspaper over any online news source. it still retains some of the ... romance, i guess, of journalism.
in other news. the latest vanity fair - the music issue - caught my eye today, so i figured i'd pick it up. overall, not too shabby. the issue once again reminded me that one of my goals - and one of the ways i will know i have made it in whatever i wind up making it in - is to be photographed by annie leibovitz. or interview annie leibovitz. i haven't decided which yet. C) all of the above?
but it reaffirmed something else, as well ... liz phair. i must state that i haven't heard much of liz's music at all. i haven't heard her past work, i haven't even heard all that much of "liz phair." but i picked it up the other day while perusing the racks at a music store and went over to the little "scan and sneak preview" thing to take a listen. i've got to admit that, while i like to think of myself as open to a lot of new music - and, depsite having a pretty particular genre of favorites, still enjoy a wide range of music - i'm just not getting what all the fuss is about with liz phair. too poppy without some standout edge, the lyrics seem cliched and her voice, while pretty decent, isn't showcased to its full advantage.
granted, many would say the same about the albums released by many of my favorites, but i'm just trying to understand. a lot of people who enjoy my music (which i've playfully dubbed the "male archetype #22 genre" thanks to the advocate) really dig liz's stuff ... and i'm just not seeing it. anyone care to enlighten me?
the previous tirade makes this all the more amusing ...
How indie are you? test by ridethefader
You're just too cool for school, aren't you? You're pretty narrow minded
and opinionated with regards to music (and probably most other things
as well). But you're allowed to be, because you really are better
than everyone else. You take pride in obscurity.
You probably prefer vinyl too, you elitist bitch.
upcoming purchases: ben kweller (i saw it in the same store the other day and was shocked - but incredibly delighted - and wound up passing it by for sake of buying bjork. biiiiiiig mistake. guess what cd's getting sold back this week? and guess what cd's getting picked up?) and matthew jay. i hereby revoke any self-righteous right i have to comment on elliott smith's posthumous album sales, as i heard about matthew jay as people were commenting on suicidal singer-songwriters. i intended to purchase it friday when i bought figure 8, but couldn't find it anywhere in rutland. i'm assuming i'll have to hold off until i get up to burlington sometime this week.
SPEAKING of burlington ... anidifrancoonnovember16atmemorialaudisgoingtokickassespeciallynowthatwehaveticketsforit.
oh, and - rufus needs to get his magical, wonderous self to the greater victoria area on a weekend night. but since that doesn't appear to be happening any time in the near future, it's now time to figure out when to go - where to go. northampton, boston, albany or montreal?
teehee. let the concert revelry continue ...
oh, probably the most amusing site i've found since the dullest blog ever ... emotion eric. hilarious ...
ok. randomness over. this concludes our victoria broadcast day.
10.25.2003
feeling reckless
i.
want.
to.
go.
to.
new.
york.
12/11/03 Madison Square Garden
New York, NY
Jason Mraz with Maroon 5, Guster & Howie Day
well, ok. part of me does. the lineup is so incredibly sweet. mraz, howie AND guster? and i've wanted to see maroon 5 for awhile now. i'd be in heaven.
but would i really want to see everyone freaking out over my favorite musicians at bloody madison square garden? depends. if i was in the first few rows, i'd be totally down with it. but otherwise - if i had enough of a problem seeing mayer at lupos, howie at avalon and gmu because it felt so large, i'd loathe sitting in some balcony miles away from the stage.
i think i just want to see any of them again - i should just throw common sense away, be silly and impulsive and head down to dc to see mraz at 9:30.
but what a sweeeeeet lineup that other show would be ...
i.
want.
to.
go.
to.
new.
york.
12/11/03 Madison Square Garden
New York, NY
Jason Mraz with Maroon 5, Guster & Howie Day
well, ok. part of me does. the lineup is so incredibly sweet. mraz, howie AND guster? and i've wanted to see maroon 5 for awhile now. i'd be in heaven.
but would i really want to see everyone freaking out over my favorite musicians at bloody madison square garden? depends. if i was in the first few rows, i'd be totally down with it. but otherwise - if i had enough of a problem seeing mayer at lupos, howie at avalon and gmu because it felt so large, i'd loathe sitting in some balcony miles away from the stage.
i think i just want to see any of them again - i should just throw common sense away, be silly and impulsive and head down to dc to see mraz at 9:30.
but what a sweeeeeet lineup that other show would be ...
it's baaaaack ...
i've been suffering writer's block for the past couple of weeks. well, in my newspaper writing, that is (it's obviously not the case here, eh?). i don't know if it was the combination of having attended impressive events i wanted to capture and show my readers, the weekly grind starting to take a toll (while i've been doing a ton of fun things as of late and absolutely love it, i think tonight will be the first night in awhile when i'm relaxing at home without being sick) or what, but i've attended events, gotten home, nestled into my desk chair and - nothing. only drivel would come out of me.
fortunately, i am incredibly pleased with my eclipse column. really, surprisingly pleased. so perhaps my writer's block has taken a bit of a reprieve.
or, ideally, it's gone for good - or at least awhile. we shall see.
i've been suffering writer's block for the past couple of weeks. well, in my newspaper writing, that is (it's obviously not the case here, eh?). i don't know if it was the combination of having attended impressive events i wanted to capture and show my readers, the weekly grind starting to take a toll (while i've been doing a ton of fun things as of late and absolutely love it, i think tonight will be the first night in awhile when i'm relaxing at home without being sick) or what, but i've attended events, gotten home, nestled into my desk chair and - nothing. only drivel would come out of me.
fortunately, i am incredibly pleased with my eclipse column. really, surprisingly pleased. so perhaps my writer's block has taken a bit of a reprieve.
or, ideally, it's gone for good - or at least awhile. we shall see.
... and i get paid for this?
the eclipse theater was astounding. i don't think i've been in such a unique theater in ages.
as i interviewed one of the owners in the lobby during the concert tonight, a friend of his stopped in and commented on how he wishes wishes wishes peter would hold an event where people could come in, spread out on the floor and look up at the lobby ceiling while "dark side of the moon" plays over the soundsystem.
i wish wish wish he would too - it would be killer.
confused yet? read my review on sunday ... teehee.
i had the first experience where someone recognized me by name because of my column - that was pretty cool. we were chatting about the show and, when we went through introductions, he said, "hey! yes you are! i've read your column," and proceeded to ask me some questions about the gezellig space because he was intrigued after reading my column about it.
revelrevel.
ok, i'm abandoning rodney here in favor of internet- and distraction-free seymour (i've got a habit of naming things - rodney here was dubbed such about a month and a half ago after i realized that i need to get rid of some files on the near-capacity drive. it freezes on me, i curse at it, it gets no respect. hence, rodney. seymour was just dubbed that because i fancied the name and was feeling silly at the time) so i can write my column while listening to some mraz and then head to bed. i was good this time and wrote a great deal of what i believe will ultimately be my final draft while i was there and feeling inspired by the place.
i know - me, not procrastinating?
i'm just as scared as you are.
the eclipse theater was astounding. i don't think i've been in such a unique theater in ages.
as i interviewed one of the owners in the lobby during the concert tonight, a friend of his stopped in and commented on how he wishes wishes wishes peter would hold an event where people could come in, spread out on the floor and look up at the lobby ceiling while "dark side of the moon" plays over the soundsystem.
i wish wish wish he would too - it would be killer.
confused yet? read my review on sunday ... teehee.
i had the first experience where someone recognized me by name because of my column - that was pretty cool. we were chatting about the show and, when we went through introductions, he said, "hey! yes you are! i've read your column," and proceeded to ask me some questions about the gezellig space because he was intrigued after reading my column about it.
revelrevel.
ok, i'm abandoning rodney here in favor of internet- and distraction-free seymour (i've got a habit of naming things - rodney here was dubbed such about a month and a half ago after i realized that i need to get rid of some files on the near-capacity drive. it freezes on me, i curse at it, it gets no respect. hence, rodney. seymour was just dubbed that because i fancied the name and was feeling silly at the time) so i can write my column while listening to some mraz and then head to bed. i was good this time and wrote a great deal of what i believe will ultimately be my final draft while i was there and feeling inspired by the place.
i know - me, not procrastinating?
i'm just as scared as you are.
10.24.2003
WHAT?!?!?!?!
ok, two more emails related to the review were waiting for me, one from devlin, which pleased me, but was quite a surprise. i never gave him the credit he deserved when i was at st. mike's - i only begrudgingly began talking to him because we were both working on "arcadia." even then, i felt as if i was betraying louns - i was not supposed to appreciate the work or personality of someone who replaced him, as far as i was concerned. a juvenile reaction to the way louns' time at the college came to an end, i admit, but then again, the manner in which he was treated was juvenile as well, so why not, right? trying to take the high road hadn't worked - they still gave his job away, he left and devlin arrived on the scene.
the fact that devlin never held my initial refusal to acknowledge him against me shows just what a good guy he is. and for him to send me email was incredibly kind, particularly making references to actf and being incredibly complimentary. i hope perhaps i can stop by mccarthy sometime and visit with him - maybe have a conversation with him about whatever that i should have had while i was still a student.
but i digress. devlin said he's been psyched to work on kirk's play this semester for a number of reasons, including that it was the first opportunity he's had to work with louns.
!?!?!??!?!?!?!
on a different note, i found the site for a singer/songwriter named brady brock and downloaded a few mp3s - not shabby. take a listen if you wish ...
ok, two more emails related to the review were waiting for me, one from devlin, which pleased me, but was quite a surprise. i never gave him the credit he deserved when i was at st. mike's - i only begrudgingly began talking to him because we were both working on "arcadia." even then, i felt as if i was betraying louns - i was not supposed to appreciate the work or personality of someone who replaced him, as far as i was concerned. a juvenile reaction to the way louns' time at the college came to an end, i admit, but then again, the manner in which he was treated was juvenile as well, so why not, right? trying to take the high road hadn't worked - they still gave his job away, he left and devlin arrived on the scene.
the fact that devlin never held my initial refusal to acknowledge him against me shows just what a good guy he is. and for him to send me email was incredibly kind, particularly making references to actf and being incredibly complimentary. i hope perhaps i can stop by mccarthy sometime and visit with him - maybe have a conversation with him about whatever that i should have had while i was still a student.
but i digress. devlin said he's been psyched to work on kirk's play this semester for a number of reasons, including that it was the first opportunity he's had to work with louns.
!?!?!??!?!?!?!
on a different note, i found the site for a singer/songwriter named brady brock and downloaded a few mp3s - not shabby. take a listen if you wish ...
... thank you elliott.
why should you want any other, when you're a world within a world?
it's sad to think that elliott's record sales will probably increase this week after people learn of his death ... but i can't really say anything, as i finally bought "figure 8" early this afternoon.
i wish i'd bought it sooner - it would have been especially good for me while i was in dc. his voice just puts me in this suspended state of reality - it's about time i bought the album.
margaret cho, kickass woman and fellow blogger, wrote an amazing post about elliott on her site - i highly recommend everyone check it out. if you were a fan of elliott's, you'll understand what she's talking about. if you weren't a fan or you didn't know who he was, you'll be blown away by the writing. it demonstrates just how true the line from "almost famous" is - "to truly love some silly little piece of music, or some band, so much that it hurts."
Cut me up like a jigsaw, whole reflection cracked apart
Like the lines on my hand or the map of a broken heart
bah. i'm feeling lazy and need to get fired up for this evening's performance in waitsfield. but, after sleeping in this morning, i'd just love to curl up with a book, a movie and a blanket. and just relax. or read. or write a novel. i feel like i could do it - it feels as if my mind is in the state for it today.
the review does look pretty decent on the page, having bought a copy of the paper on my way home. it makes me feel better about it, as i was not particularly pleased with the final result when i filed it. i wanted to do the production justic e and felt as if i had failed it in some manner. but at that point i was completely crashing and the words just refused to come to me in the manner i hoped they would.
c'est la vie.
why should you want any other, when you're a world within a world?
it's sad to think that elliott's record sales will probably increase this week after people learn of his death ... but i can't really say anything, as i finally bought "figure 8" early this afternoon.
i wish i'd bought it sooner - it would have been especially good for me while i was in dc. his voice just puts me in this suspended state of reality - it's about time i bought the album.
margaret cho, kickass woman and fellow blogger, wrote an amazing post about elliott on her site - i highly recommend everyone check it out. if you were a fan of elliott's, you'll understand what she's talking about. if you weren't a fan or you didn't know who he was, you'll be blown away by the writing. it demonstrates just how true the line from "almost famous" is - "to truly love some silly little piece of music, or some band, so much that it hurts."
Cut me up like a jigsaw, whole reflection cracked apart
Like the lines on my hand or the map of a broken heart
bah. i'm feeling lazy and need to get fired up for this evening's performance in waitsfield. but, after sleeping in this morning, i'd just love to curl up with a book, a movie and a blanket. and just relax. or read. or write a novel. i feel like i could do it - it feels as if my mind is in the state for it today.
the review does look pretty decent on the page, having bought a copy of the paper on my way home. it makes me feel better about it, as i was not particularly pleased with the final result when i filed it. i wanted to do the production justic e and felt as if i had failed it in some manner. but at that point i was completely crashing and the words just refused to come to me in the manner i hoped they would.
c'est la vie.
for the record.
10.23.03 The Night Spot Killington VT Intimate show with Averi 8:00pm no cover 21+
there.
so it has been officially decided, after far too many incidents that have offered evidence to support it, that the adventures (or should i say misadventures?) that inevitably find elizabeth and me are not the result of our seeking them out. it's exactly what i said - they find us. and don't get me wrong - i'm not complaining. they create hilarious moments and fun stories that are reminisced countless times following.
last night provided yet another example of such amusement. it seemed quite simple. averi was playing at the night spot - a venue neither of us had visited before, but only twenty minutes from home. averi playing right by us? of course we were going. i was a bit puzzled by the "intimate evening" aspect of the concert listing, but figured it was because the guys were playing in a small venue away from the majority of averi's fan base at killington, where there aren't a ton of people at this time of year, as the mountains haven't officially opening up to skiiers yet.
so we pile into red and head up the mountain, where there's already some natural accumulation of the dreaded white stuff - ACK. we find the venue and pull into the parking lot a bit early, but not too bad.
beth notices the marquee first.
"vickie, look at the sign. i think this is a birthday party."
oh no. "i don't want to look at it."
"no, look! it's a birthday party!"
"I DON'T WANT TO LOOK! NO!"
sure enough, the marquee says something about joining miranda for her 21st birthday - and, in smaller letters, "live w/ averi."
oh shit. we can already tell that the evening is taking an interesting turn, more so than we already expected, as we were seeing averi for the first time in awhile outside of boston. supressing our laughter, we walk into the venue and see balloons, streamers - birthday party stuff. and no one around.
(side note: the night spot looks like a cool place - it reminded me a lot of buffalo billiards, without, well, front page above it and all.)
as we stand there, feeling out of place and trying not to burst into laughter on the spot, a man walks up to us with a smile.
"hi! are you here for the party?"
oh good lord. it's a birthday party.
i, of course, being naturally witty and quick on my feet, reply with my usual sparkling conversation skills.
"um ... not really ... we're here for the concert?"
he gives us a quizzical look and shrugs his shoulders, telling us that the band is out that way (pointing off into the distance) and smiling. we can see chad and mike setting up some equipment at the stage.
did we mention there was NO ONE ELSE THERE?
now, were some of the variables here, well, varied, our resulting course of action would be entirely different from the one we ultimately select. had the band not been averi, we would have reveled in the fact that we had inadvertantly crashed a birthday party and would have rocked out to the musical entertainment, ringing in miranda's 21st with the best of them.
but the particulars in this equation were 1) we knew the band 2) the band knew us 3) there was no one else there at the moment 4) it was a birthday party and 5) the venue probably just couldn't make it a private party, but the only people who would really be there were people who, well, knew miranda.
we weren't feeling down with looking stupid, so we contemplated what to do for a bit before casually turning around, quickly walking out of the venue and dashing to the car, where we jumped inside, closed the doors and prompty burst into hysterical laughter.
with that, we left. now, it very well could have been a coincidence or something - it could have been an open concert and all. but frankly, we weren't going to find out and face the possibility of discovering that it really was a party. with the agreement that we would see averi again soon somewhere else - non-birthday party type of gig - i started up the car and we headed back down the mountain and to fair haven, laughing the whole way and honoring our new friend miranda with renditions of many a birthday song.
so happy 21st miranda - hope you're not feeling too hungover today! the birthday girl has great taste in music, that's at least a certainty. hey, my birthday is in a little over a week - if anyone wants to book averi to help celebrate my 23rd, go nuts! ;-)
i tell you - the situations find us. not the other way around. we just welcome them upon realization. bwahaha.
10.23.03 The Night Spot Killington VT Intimate show with Averi 8:00pm no cover 21+
there.
so it has been officially decided, after far too many incidents that have offered evidence to support it, that the adventures (or should i say misadventures?) that inevitably find elizabeth and me are not the result of our seeking them out. it's exactly what i said - they find us. and don't get me wrong - i'm not complaining. they create hilarious moments and fun stories that are reminisced countless times following.
last night provided yet another example of such amusement. it seemed quite simple. averi was playing at the night spot - a venue neither of us had visited before, but only twenty minutes from home. averi playing right by us? of course we were going. i was a bit puzzled by the "intimate evening" aspect of the concert listing, but figured it was because the guys were playing in a small venue away from the majority of averi's fan base at killington, where there aren't a ton of people at this time of year, as the mountains haven't officially opening up to skiiers yet.
so we pile into red and head up the mountain, where there's already some natural accumulation of the dreaded white stuff - ACK. we find the venue and pull into the parking lot a bit early, but not too bad.
beth notices the marquee first.
"vickie, look at the sign. i think this is a birthday party."
oh no. "i don't want to look at it."
"no, look! it's a birthday party!"
"I DON'T WANT TO LOOK! NO!"
sure enough, the marquee says something about joining miranda for her 21st birthday - and, in smaller letters, "live w/ averi."
oh shit. we can already tell that the evening is taking an interesting turn, more so than we already expected, as we were seeing averi for the first time in awhile outside of boston. supressing our laughter, we walk into the venue and see balloons, streamers - birthday party stuff. and no one around.
(side note: the night spot looks like a cool place - it reminded me a lot of buffalo billiards, without, well, front page above it and all.)
as we stand there, feeling out of place and trying not to burst into laughter on the spot, a man walks up to us with a smile.
"hi! are you here for the party?"
oh good lord. it's a birthday party.
i, of course, being naturally witty and quick on my feet, reply with my usual sparkling conversation skills.
"um ... not really ... we're here for the concert?"
he gives us a quizzical look and shrugs his shoulders, telling us that the band is out that way (pointing off into the distance) and smiling. we can see chad and mike setting up some equipment at the stage.
did we mention there was NO ONE ELSE THERE?
now, were some of the variables here, well, varied, our resulting course of action would be entirely different from the one we ultimately select. had the band not been averi, we would have reveled in the fact that we had inadvertantly crashed a birthday party and would have rocked out to the musical entertainment, ringing in miranda's 21st with the best of them.
but the particulars in this equation were 1) we knew the band 2) the band knew us 3) there was no one else there at the moment 4) it was a birthday party and 5) the venue probably just couldn't make it a private party, but the only people who would really be there were people who, well, knew miranda.
we weren't feeling down with looking stupid, so we contemplated what to do for a bit before casually turning around, quickly walking out of the venue and dashing to the car, where we jumped inside, closed the doors and prompty burst into hysterical laughter.
with that, we left. now, it very well could have been a coincidence or something - it could have been an open concert and all. but frankly, we weren't going to find out and face the possibility of discovering that it really was a party. with the agreement that we would see averi again soon somewhere else - non-birthday party type of gig - i started up the car and we headed back down the mountain and to fair haven, laughing the whole way and honoring our new friend miranda with renditions of many a birthday song.
so happy 21st miranda - hope you're not feeling too hungover today! the birthday girl has great taste in music, that's at least a certainty. hey, my birthday is in a little over a week - if anyone wants to book averi to help celebrate my 23rd, go nuts! ;-)
i tell you - the situations find us. not the other way around. we just welcome them upon realization. bwahaha.
friday five and feedback
1. what is your favorite scary movie?
i've never been overly down with scary movies - not necessarily that they freak me out, but that i just find them boring a great deal of the time. gore, scream. gore, gasp. gore, gore, gore. whoopdedo.
that said, i suppose my favorite would probably have to be "blair witch project." i was infatuated with the movie when it first came out - i loved that i was able to come up with my own ideas of the scariest kind of monster ever and affix those ideas to the actual film. it's one of those films that's considered by many to be cliched now, but at the time, it was killer.
that and "evil dead 2" - the cheesiest, most hilarious horror film in history, as far as i'm concerned ... the hand flipping over the main character and smashing plates against his head ... priceless.
2. what is your favorite halloween treat?
hmm ... probably sugar babies or milk duds? and of course peanut butter cups were always a major score.
3. do you dress up for halloween? if so, describe your best halloween costume.
i used to when i was little (let's give it up to going as rainbow brite back in my massachusetts days!) but stopped when i reached junior high because as a member of the marching band, we'd have to dress up for the halloween parade each year in some horrible costume relating to our song selection. so i wasn't able to dress up with my own free will. and some of the costumes were just wretched ... let's see - we did "phantom of the opera" (we looked more like washed-out vampires than phantoms), "the flinstones," "eye of the tiger," a christmas melody, "the simpsons," and ... oh yes, "the pink panther."
so i didn't have fun coming up with my own costumes until college. i think my favorite would probably have to have been ... little red riding hussy junior year (resurrected last year for the c.u. party). it's an adorable little red riding hood costume that, when i don't wear the hood, makes me look like i could very easily be a barwench for some pirate watering hole.
arrrrr, matey ...
4. do you enjoy going to haunted houses or other spooky events?
yes yes yes. pittsford holds a haunted house every year that's a lot of fun - the first time i went was in sixth grade, when i had a birthday party/sleepover where we all went to the haunted house and then came back home for movies and whatnot. my father chaperoned us and they made me be at the front of the line because it was my birthday (you go in a group, forming a line and holding each other's hand as you weave in and out of the rooms, led by a guide). now i get startled easily and at this time, i was scared very easily. by the second room, i was in tears and they moved me back to the back of the line with my father, the guide radioing ahead to be nice to the girl in the back because she's scared to death.
now, i love being scared. bring it on. i've been contemplating going to the haunted house again this year, as well as the ghost walk up in burlington.
5. will you dress up for halloween this year?
i think so ... there's not a lot to do around this area as far as celebration goes (i certainly would not have the opportunity to rock it at hard rock cafe like i did last year), but with halloween being a friday, i have a feeling i'll probably be assigned to something fun, hopefully requiring a costume, for my column. so i've got to figure out if i want to be l.r.r.h. again or if it's time to bust out the flapper dress. i love this stuff ...
i received my first correspondence relating to my writing from someone i've known in the past - the professor of one of my favorite college classes (shakespeare) sent an email this morning commenting on (praising) my "proof" review. hurrah!
1. what is your favorite scary movie?
i've never been overly down with scary movies - not necessarily that they freak me out, but that i just find them boring a great deal of the time. gore, scream. gore, gasp. gore, gore, gore. whoopdedo.
that said, i suppose my favorite would probably have to be "blair witch project." i was infatuated with the movie when it first came out - i loved that i was able to come up with my own ideas of the scariest kind of monster ever and affix those ideas to the actual film. it's one of those films that's considered by many to be cliched now, but at the time, it was killer.
that and "evil dead 2" - the cheesiest, most hilarious horror film in history, as far as i'm concerned ... the hand flipping over the main character and smashing plates against his head ... priceless.
2. what is your favorite halloween treat?
hmm ... probably sugar babies or milk duds? and of course peanut butter cups were always a major score.
3. do you dress up for halloween? if so, describe your best halloween costume.
i used to when i was little (let's give it up to going as rainbow brite back in my massachusetts days!) but stopped when i reached junior high because as a member of the marching band, we'd have to dress up for the halloween parade each year in some horrible costume relating to our song selection. so i wasn't able to dress up with my own free will. and some of the costumes were just wretched ... let's see - we did "phantom of the opera" (we looked more like washed-out vampires than phantoms), "the flinstones," "eye of the tiger," a christmas melody, "the simpsons," and ... oh yes, "the pink panther."
so i didn't have fun coming up with my own costumes until college. i think my favorite would probably have to have been ... little red riding hussy junior year (resurrected last year for the c.u. party). it's an adorable little red riding hood costume that, when i don't wear the hood, makes me look like i could very easily be a barwench for some pirate watering hole.
arrrrr, matey ...
4. do you enjoy going to haunted houses or other spooky events?
yes yes yes. pittsford holds a haunted house every year that's a lot of fun - the first time i went was in sixth grade, when i had a birthday party/sleepover where we all went to the haunted house and then came back home for movies and whatnot. my father chaperoned us and they made me be at the front of the line because it was my birthday (you go in a group, forming a line and holding each other's hand as you weave in and out of the rooms, led by a guide). now i get startled easily and at this time, i was scared very easily. by the second room, i was in tears and they moved me back to the back of the line with my father, the guide radioing ahead to be nice to the girl in the back because she's scared to death.
now, i love being scared. bring it on. i've been contemplating going to the haunted house again this year, as well as the ghost walk up in burlington.
5. will you dress up for halloween this year?
i think so ... there's not a lot to do around this area as far as celebration goes (i certainly would not have the opportunity to rock it at hard rock cafe like i did last year), but with halloween being a friday, i have a feeling i'll probably be assigned to something fun, hopefully requiring a costume, for my column. so i've got to figure out if i want to be l.r.r.h. again or if it's time to bust out the flapper dress. i love this stuff ...
i received my first correspondence relating to my writing from someone i've known in the past - the professor of one of my favorite college classes (shakespeare) sent an email this morning commenting on (praising) my "proof" review. hurrah!
10.23.2003
waltzing ...
just as i was about to turn away from the computer, i stumble across this and my jaw drops.
elliott smith ... i'm shocked. elliott has never been right at the top of my favorite artists list, but he's always lurked in the shadows, waiting to take out some unsuspecting favorite. from the time i first heard "waltz no. 2," i was hooked.
he always made me feel mellow, introspective (i know, as if it's that difficult, but still), and romantic, in a melancholy sort of way. i was set to see him back during college when he played higher ground but, for whatever reason, was prevented (perhaps defender?) and assumed i'd see him next time around.
i think i'm going to have to pick up either either/or (whoa, bad sentence construction there ...) or figure 8 tomorrow during my morning and afternoon of freedom. i always meant to buy them - just never did.
wow.
just as i was about to turn away from the computer, i stumble across this and my jaw drops.
elliott smith ... i'm shocked. elliott has never been right at the top of my favorite artists list, but he's always lurked in the shadows, waiting to take out some unsuspecting favorite. from the time i first heard "waltz no. 2," i was hooked.
he always made me feel mellow, introspective (i know, as if it's that difficult, but still), and romantic, in a melancholy sort of way. i was set to see him back during college when he played higher ground but, for whatever reason, was prevented (perhaps defender?) and assumed i'd see him next time around.
i think i'm going to have to pick up either either/or (whoa, bad sentence construction there ...) or figure 8 tomorrow during my morning and afternoon of freedom. i always meant to buy them - just never did.
wow.
*yawn*
i have work in, well, three hours. i'm supposed to wake up in two. but wait, here's one girl, still awake, still trying to write her review ...
i've had a horrible case of writer's block as of late - it's driving me mad.
have to finish it tomorrow, i suppose - it's so late at this point that i'm just coming up with gibberish anyway.
oh yes, averi this evening. fun times to be had, i'm sure ...
i have work in, well, three hours. i'm supposed to wake up in two. but wait, here's one girl, still awake, still trying to write her review ...
i've had a horrible case of writer's block as of late - it's driving me mad.
have to finish it tomorrow, i suppose - it's so late at this point that i'm just coming up with gibberish anyway.
oh yes, averi this evening. fun times to be had, i'm sure ...
10.20.2003
flashback ... a moment frozen in time ...
this evening, i found myself curious and decided to do some backtracking. a sort of "back in the day - this day" type of thing.
2002:
so someone, who shall remain sheepishly nameless, inadvertently partied like a rock star friday night...
i didn't intend to, it just sort of happened.
we used to joke in college about how the term "happy hour" is incredibly misleading--as it's actually "happy hours." well, friday night happy hours with everyone from work always turns into "happy night." we got out of work around 4. i stumbled into my apartment between 2 and 2:30.
fun times were had at buffalo billiards, dan's cafe, millie & al's and a random, mystery bar (long story and rather embarrassing). i had the opportunity to talk to some people i haven't chatted with in a bit and enjoyed drunken debauchery. apparently i made a phone call around 8:15 that i have absolutely no recollection of making...
i know i say this every week, but this time really hammered the point home for me: must eat something of substance on fridays--whether a more substantial lunch or something more than half an order of appetizer chicken fingers while drinking.
2001:
fun times at 203! :)
there's nothign like having a bunch of fun people around that make me happy. yay yay yay...
and, in other amusement, i found this ... i still cannot believe there were no hangover symptoms the next day:
i earned tonight.
so fucking fun. heaven, hell, and purgatory in the 3s. i'm not one to sit there and party just because eveyrone else is partying. i've been partying because i've earned the right to do so. and i'ev had a blast. i'd prefer to ignore what i've had to drink this evening, because it surprises/amazes me...we've done so well...
this evening, i found myself curious and decided to do some backtracking. a sort of "back in the day - this day" type of thing.
2002:
so someone, who shall remain sheepishly nameless, inadvertently partied like a rock star friday night...
i didn't intend to, it just sort of happened.
we used to joke in college about how the term "happy hour" is incredibly misleading--as it's actually "happy hours." well, friday night happy hours with everyone from work always turns into "happy night." we got out of work around 4. i stumbled into my apartment between 2 and 2:30.
fun times were had at buffalo billiards, dan's cafe, millie & al's and a random, mystery bar (long story and rather embarrassing). i had the opportunity to talk to some people i haven't chatted with in a bit and enjoyed drunken debauchery. apparently i made a phone call around 8:15 that i have absolutely no recollection of making...
i know i say this every week, but this time really hammered the point home for me: must eat something of substance on fridays--whether a more substantial lunch or something more than half an order of appetizer chicken fingers while drinking.
2001:
fun times at 203! :)
there's nothign like having a bunch of fun people around that make me happy. yay yay yay...
and, in other amusement, i found this ... i still cannot believe there were no hangover symptoms the next day:
i earned tonight.
so fucking fun. heaven, hell, and purgatory in the 3s. i'm not one to sit there and party just because eveyrone else is partying. i've been partying because i've earned the right to do so. and i'ev had a blast. i'd prefer to ignore what i've had to drink this evening, because it surprises/amazes me...we've done so well...
... rumdiddlyumdiddlyumdiddly ...
childish - damien rice
I'm so childish, a little bit wildish
With my rumdiddlyumdiddlyumdiddly, I'm so deep
Well I'm so garish, a little unfairish
The way I pick you up, and drop you in a heap
I'm so unfaithful, in fact I'm a plateful
I won't kiss her, but I'll stare her up all night
I'm a stormy little singer, an unstable little swinger
If you're coming, come prepared for a fight
Well I'm so childish, a little bit wildish
With my rumdiddlyumdiddlyumdiddly, I'm so deep
Well I'm so uncaring, do far too much swearing
And if you read through my behaviour, you'll find I'm a creep
I'll play a stormer, yet in the corner
I'll be grumpy on my own, like I don't care
I'm a stormy little singer, an unstable little swinger
With a big rip, in the arsehole of my flares
Well I'm so childish, a little bit wildish
With my rumdiddlyumdiddlyumdiddly, I'm so mad
I'm so truthful, a little bit bruteful
But in sooth I know not, why I am so sad
I try my bestest, well as far the restest
Well it's just stuff that comes out wrong, and gets misunderstood
I'm a dandy little dreamer, a doctored misdemeanour
A didactic destiny schemer, bare with me if you would
while i'm just a fan of the plays on words found in this song anyway, damien makes my head spin by being able to fit in "in sooth" and "didactic."
rumdiddlyumdiddlyumdiddly ... rumdiddlyumdiddlyumdiddly ...
childish - damien rice
I'm so childish, a little bit wildish
With my rumdiddlyumdiddlyumdiddly, I'm so deep
Well I'm so garish, a little unfairish
The way I pick you up, and drop you in a heap
I'm so unfaithful, in fact I'm a plateful
I won't kiss her, but I'll stare her up all night
I'm a stormy little singer, an unstable little swinger
If you're coming, come prepared for a fight
Well I'm so childish, a little bit wildish
With my rumdiddlyumdiddlyumdiddly, I'm so deep
Well I'm so uncaring, do far too much swearing
And if you read through my behaviour, you'll find I'm a creep
I'll play a stormer, yet in the corner
I'll be grumpy on my own, like I don't care
I'm a stormy little singer, an unstable little swinger
With a big rip, in the arsehole of my flares
Well I'm so childish, a little bit wildish
With my rumdiddlyumdiddlyumdiddly, I'm so mad
I'm so truthful, a little bit bruteful
But in sooth I know not, why I am so sad
I try my bestest, well as far the restest
Well it's just stuff that comes out wrong, and gets misunderstood
I'm a dandy little dreamer, a doctored misdemeanour
A didactic destiny schemer, bare with me if you would
while i'm just a fan of the plays on words found in this song anyway, damien makes my head spin by being able to fit in "in sooth" and "didactic."
rumdiddlyumdiddlyumdiddly ... rumdiddlyumdiddlyumdiddly ...
*cough*
very busy week and here i am, sick. murphy's law, i suppose. but nevertheless. work, apartment/job hunting, a play to review (hurrah!!!!!!!) and i believe another column to write ... not to mention averi on thursday night.
it has the potential to be a great week, but it sucks to be kickin things off with a cold ...
off to prepare for work and down some orange juice.
*sniffle*
very busy week and here i am, sick. murphy's law, i suppose. but nevertheless. work, apartment/job hunting, a play to review (hurrah!!!!!!!) and i believe another column to write ... not to mention averi on thursday night.
it has the potential to be a great week, but it sucks to be kickin things off with a cold ...
off to prepare for work and down some orange juice.
*sniffle*
10.17.2003
i protest this week's recycled friday five. therefore, i found my own old school one to do today.
1. what's your favorite time of day?
ten minutes after the sun slips beneath the horizon for the night. the sky grows dark, the bright orange and pinks of the sunset dulling, deepening into shades of plum, indigo, green and turqouise against the black of the mountains.
2. what's your least favorite time of day?
those inevitable fifteen minutes after you first wake up, when all you want to do is remain curled up in the warm nest of blankets and sheets. the feeling of warmth and coziness is delightful, but it's spoiled by the realization that the warm fuzziness is ultimately going to be snatched away by responsibilities, replaced by cool floorboards and the shiver of early morning.
3. are you a morning person or a night owl? does it cause any problems?
although i've been trying to play the part of the morning person lately, with work and all, i am and always have been a lover of the night. i work best when the sky is dark and the energy and creativity flows ... as well as the realization that deadline is generally the next day, so there is no time left to procrastinate.
but i've just always loved everything that comes with night - the quiet, the peace, the opportunity to explore. as well as night's activities - concerts, clubs, bars, coffeehouses, movies, plays - night seems to hold so much more than day sometimes.
4. if you had an entire worry- and obligation-free day, what would you do with it?
mmm ... i'd have gone to sleep early the night before so i could be nice and energized upon waking. the day would include some combination of the following (in no particular order): reading, writing, iced coffee, guitar, quality time with friends both local and in far away lands, some form of performance, an engaging interview/conversation with someone who inspires me, good food, good laughs, perhaps a bottle of red wine.
5. how do you plan to spend your weekend?
hmm ... not sure as of yet. tonight will be spent relaxing and finishing my column. tomorrow remains to be seen, but i'm looking forward to the nothingness with a great deal of happy anticipation. sunday i work and see how the column turned out.
oh - i suppose i should comment on the whole red sox debacle. i will say that watching the game was great until the eighth ... paul called while on his way home from class, so i provided play-by-play, experiencing a surround-sound celebration on successful plays, as paul and my father both cheered, as well as surround-sound disbelief as little kept pedro in time and time again. but, then again, i was right in there with the disbelief as well.
i cannot understand what little was thinking. i knew what pedro was thinking - no pitcher wants to give up the chance to finish the game if you think you can do it ... i've been there and it took a great deal to say to my coaches, "yeah, i'm done." you don't want to look like you're giving up - and hell, you want to be the one to win it!
but little should have known better. put in timlin - he'd been kicking ass all postseason. i know it's still mostly because i'm still stinging from the loss, but i'd say right now that little owes the red sox players an apology. not to mention the rest of "red sox nation."
good blasted lord - for once i didn't want to focus on the fact that there's "always next year ..."
1. what's your favorite time of day?
ten minutes after the sun slips beneath the horizon for the night. the sky grows dark, the bright orange and pinks of the sunset dulling, deepening into shades of plum, indigo, green and turqouise against the black of the mountains.
2. what's your least favorite time of day?
those inevitable fifteen minutes after you first wake up, when all you want to do is remain curled up in the warm nest of blankets and sheets. the feeling of warmth and coziness is delightful, but it's spoiled by the realization that the warm fuzziness is ultimately going to be snatched away by responsibilities, replaced by cool floorboards and the shiver of early morning.
3. are you a morning person or a night owl? does it cause any problems?
although i've been trying to play the part of the morning person lately, with work and all, i am and always have been a lover of the night. i work best when the sky is dark and the energy and creativity flows ... as well as the realization that deadline is generally the next day, so there is no time left to procrastinate.
but i've just always loved everything that comes with night - the quiet, the peace, the opportunity to explore. as well as night's activities - concerts, clubs, bars, coffeehouses, movies, plays - night seems to hold so much more than day sometimes.
4. if you had an entire worry- and obligation-free day, what would you do with it?
mmm ... i'd have gone to sleep early the night before so i could be nice and energized upon waking. the day would include some combination of the following (in no particular order): reading, writing, iced coffee, guitar, quality time with friends both local and in far away lands, some form of performance, an engaging interview/conversation with someone who inspires me, good food, good laughs, perhaps a bottle of red wine.
5. how do you plan to spend your weekend?
hmm ... not sure as of yet. tonight will be spent relaxing and finishing my column. tomorrow remains to be seen, but i'm looking forward to the nothingness with a great deal of happy anticipation. sunday i work and see how the column turned out.
oh - i suppose i should comment on the whole red sox debacle. i will say that watching the game was great until the eighth ... paul called while on his way home from class, so i provided play-by-play, experiencing a surround-sound celebration on successful plays, as paul and my father both cheered, as well as surround-sound disbelief as little kept pedro in time and time again. but, then again, i was right in there with the disbelief as well.
i cannot understand what little was thinking. i knew what pedro was thinking - no pitcher wants to give up the chance to finish the game if you think you can do it ... i've been there and it took a great deal to say to my coaches, "yeah, i'm done." you don't want to look like you're giving up - and hell, you want to be the one to win it!
but little should have known better. put in timlin - he'd been kicking ass all postseason. i know it's still mostly because i'm still stinging from the loss, but i'd say right now that little owes the red sox players an apology. not to mention the rest of "red sox nation."
good blasted lord - for once i didn't want to focus on the fact that there's "always next year ..."
"... sneaking up on the skylines at daybreak ..."
the survey says ... i'm a dramatic idealist.
this is what i find out when i'm suffering from writer's block.
i also find myself ridiculously frustrated by the ease with which some others can provide such vivid, glowing, jump-off-the-page-i'm-that-good writing in such a seemingly breezy, hey-this-is-my-journal-of-sorts style. mraz added two gorgeous entries to his road journal that make me almost green with linguistic envy.
Okay, now I’m bummed at George all of a sudden and I’ve switched over to the Kronos Quartet. They provide the proper soundtrack to my fury in fours. Sometimes evil they are… other times passionate and melodramatic, it’s perfect for either falling in love, or scooting out of it. You’ll feel all cartoon-like or like a silent film character when you feel your true love would rather run away and be with the villain, little do you know that love was just kidnapped or borrowed, set up somehow for you to save them.
and, my favorite part ...
The moon is following me. Not a bad stalker I suppose. At least she keeps her distance. At least her presence is pleasant. She glows. She comes and goes through the clouds, the sprinting trees, the morning mist. I’ll miss her in a few minutes when the Saturday sun rises.
grrrrrrrrrr. to be able to phrase things so beautifully on an everyday basis.
ok, back to my own word-smithing ... i'll just take the frustration and appreciative envy and tranform it into fuel and motivation ...
the survey says ... i'm a dramatic idealist.
this is what i find out when i'm suffering from writer's block.
i also find myself ridiculously frustrated by the ease with which some others can provide such vivid, glowing, jump-off-the-page-i'm-that-good writing in such a seemingly breezy, hey-this-is-my-journal-of-sorts style. mraz added two gorgeous entries to his road journal that make me almost green with linguistic envy.
Okay, now I’m bummed at George all of a sudden and I’ve switched over to the Kronos Quartet. They provide the proper soundtrack to my fury in fours. Sometimes evil they are… other times passionate and melodramatic, it’s perfect for either falling in love, or scooting out of it. You’ll feel all cartoon-like or like a silent film character when you feel your true love would rather run away and be with the villain, little do you know that love was just kidnapped or borrowed, set up somehow for you to save them.
and, my favorite part ...
The moon is following me. Not a bad stalker I suppose. At least she keeps her distance. At least her presence is pleasant. She glows. She comes and goes through the clouds, the sprinting trees, the morning mist. I’ll miss her in a few minutes when the Saturday sun rises.
grrrrrrrrrr. to be able to phrase things so beautifully on an everyday basis.
ok, back to my own word-smithing ... i'll just take the frustration and appreciative envy and tranform it into fuel and motivation ...
10.16.2003
pot kettle black
crazy rides rockets
waves a magic wand
empty out your pockets
words without a song
i myself have found a rival in myself
i am hoping for the rearrival of my health
sleeping eye sockets
baby suck your thumb
i'll keep you in my locket
a string i never strum
it's become so obvious
you are so oblivious to yourself
i'm tied in a knot
but i'm not
gonna get caught
calling a pot kettle black
every song's a comeback
every moment's a little bit later
lazy locomotives
wherever you may roll
i think you have no motive
i know you have no home
it's become so obvious
you are so oblivious to yourself
i'm tied in a knot
but i'm not
gonna get caught
calling a pot kettle black
every song's a comeback
every moment's a little bit later
- wilco
crazy rides rockets
waves a magic wand
empty out your pockets
words without a song
i myself have found a rival in myself
i am hoping for the rearrival of my health
sleeping eye sockets
baby suck your thumb
i'll keep you in my locket
a string i never strum
it's become so obvious
you are so oblivious to yourself
i'm tied in a knot
but i'm not
gonna get caught
calling a pot kettle black
every song's a comeback
every moment's a little bit later
lazy locomotives
wherever you may roll
i think you have no motive
i know you have no home
it's become so obvious
you are so oblivious to yourself
i'm tied in a knot
but i'm not
gonna get caught
calling a pot kettle black
every song's a comeback
every moment's a little bit later
- wilco
i love trot nixon.
boston 4 - 0 in the fourth.
byebye roger, don't let the door kick your arse on the way out.
regardless of how the rest of the game goes, the fact that roger clemens walked off the field at yankee stadium in game seven of the american league championship having been trounced by boston - possibly his final game ever - makes this boston fan sigh with delight.
he might be a great guy - who knows. but i've been bred to believe that if you leave boston and wind up as a yankee, you're lower than low.
karma just came back to bite him in the ass. finally.
hurrah!!!!
boston 4 - 0 in the fourth.
byebye roger, don't let the door kick your arse on the way out.
regardless of how the rest of the game goes, the fact that roger clemens walked off the field at yankee stadium in game seven of the american league championship having been trounced by boston - possibly his final game ever - makes this boston fan sigh with delight.
he might be a great guy - who knows. but i've been bred to believe that if you leave boston and wind up as a yankee, you're lower than low.
karma just came back to bite him in the ass. finally.
hurrah!!!!
sushi-fest every night at 6 and from eight to midnight we dance ...
october - i love this time of year. the trees are burning orange, yellow, red and green, having burst into color seemingly overnight. the drive to and from work (well, either to or from, as one part of the trip is always in darkness) has become all the more gorgeous, as i cruise past fields and forests ...
the drive up to burlington tuesday was blissful. the sun shone into my car, seeming as if it must still provide some of the summer heat. but when i lowered my window, the crisp breeze of autumn cooled my face and made me feel glad to have worn a nice warm, cozy sweater. ah ... there's just something about this month - the last desperate games of baseball season, the crisp, almost raw days bleeding into the bracing nights. breaking out the flannel sheets and curling up in a warm cocoon of comforter and blankets. the anticipation of my favorite holiday - halloween (must be the theater side), which kicks off the annual "let's cram everything into two months" celebration series - halloween, my birthday, my father's birthday, thanksgiving, christmas, new year's ... it all seems to race together. i like to think of it as a big ol' celebration, since it'll be too cold to do much outdoors ...
more concert revelry on the horizon. averi next week, followed by a little break before the possibility of badly drawn boy and the definite attendance at ani (rockonrockonrockon ...). furthermore, i will heed paul's advice (as he's yet to lead me wrong) and definitely partake in rufus wainwright goodness in mid-november(revelrevelrevelrevel ...). avalon or iron horse? or perchance montreal? who is up for some traveling and where do you want to go?
october - i love this time of year. the trees are burning orange, yellow, red and green, having burst into color seemingly overnight. the drive to and from work (well, either to or from, as one part of the trip is always in darkness) has become all the more gorgeous, as i cruise past fields and forests ...
the drive up to burlington tuesday was blissful. the sun shone into my car, seeming as if it must still provide some of the summer heat. but when i lowered my window, the crisp breeze of autumn cooled my face and made me feel glad to have worn a nice warm, cozy sweater. ah ... there's just something about this month - the last desperate games of baseball season, the crisp, almost raw days bleeding into the bracing nights. breaking out the flannel sheets and curling up in a warm cocoon of comforter and blankets. the anticipation of my favorite holiday - halloween (must be the theater side), which kicks off the annual "let's cram everything into two months" celebration series - halloween, my birthday, my father's birthday, thanksgiving, christmas, new year's ... it all seems to race together. i like to think of it as a big ol' celebration, since it'll be too cold to do much outdoors ...
more concert revelry on the horizon. averi next week, followed by a little break before the possibility of badly drawn boy and the definite attendance at ani (rockonrockonrockon ...). furthermore, i will heed paul's advice (as he's yet to lead me wrong) and definitely partake in rufus wainwright goodness in mid-november(revelrevelrevelrevel ...). avalon or iron horse? or perchance montreal? who is up for some traveling and where do you want to go?
i think that this is the ultimate in amusing online mraz goodness ... and no, i did not find this on my own - i don't have that much spare time.
but it amuses me, particularly the video (click on the building with the guitar on it).
but it amuses me, particularly the video (click on the building with the guitar on it).
dear trot nixon - thank you. xoxox, vickie.
last night i threw fear of jinxing aside and thoroughly enjoyed the bit of the red sox game i was home to see. i told my father that if they came back and beat the yankees in that game, they'd wind up taking the series.
should they wind up in the world series, i intend to spend one of the games in boston on yawkey way. who's with me?
i'm sick. well, kind of. my throat is absolutely raw. i'm learning to make my words count today ... not good for a rambler.
last night i threw fear of jinxing aside and thoroughly enjoyed the bit of the red sox game i was home to see. i told my father that if they came back and beat the yankees in that game, they'd wind up taking the series.
should they wind up in the world series, i intend to spend one of the games in boston on yawkey way. who's with me?
i'm sick. well, kind of. my throat is absolutely raw. i'm learning to make my words count today ... not good for a rambler.
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