Archive | February, 2010

souls of gold

27 Feb

and so we go-!

Tonight was lovely, thanks to all patrons involved. You guys are cool and smell good.

Looking forward to tomorrow, hopefully we do well this year. I think we’ve got a pretty okay chance at it.

Will try to write more at the event, but I can’t remember if there’s wireless internet or not. It’s been a while.

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cryptomesia

27 Feb

“i sold you for parts”

Feels like I’ve been turned inside out like a sock.
Got a haircut today, it is fairly decent. Currently waiting to see if my headphones are comin’, probably not. Bummerrrrr.

Well, it seems that this blog is gonna be quite a bit more boring now that the main issues have somehow been resolved. I don’t have much else terrible to angst about: wait until around June and July, when I’m in France, to see some hopefully truly excellent angsting. Maybe; it depends if the situation arises.

People are coming over tonight! Excitement! We are going to watch Donnie Darko and eat mass amounts of chicken curry. Hopefully people actually make it rather than lie to me about it and leave me hanging. That would suck! That would really suck!
I hope that never happens to anyone I know. That is terrible.

What else…
Right: Gene Simmons’ son has been doing this comic for some company, which is all well and good. But if you’re like me, and read Bleach, Hellsing, or even One Piece, you’ll notice something a little familiar with the characters.
Too familiar.
The main event is over on LiveJournal (which I will link to later), and they’ve put together instances of his plagiarizing. It is pretty bad, I’ll tell you that much. One character (a bounty hunter? I don’t know the story that well) is basically a white-haired carbon copy of Kenpatchi. Some of the panels are even traced.
How is he getting away with this?
I am pretty proud of him for pissing off the internet this well. Good job, Nick. Now wait for the lawyers to try and lever you out of this mess.

Will write more later.

drippy eye

26 Feb

so basically, it’s all working out for the better.

I came to terms with a lot of stuff this week, even though seven days isn’t usually nearly enough time to actually wrap your brain around difficult concepts. Well, for one thing, the decision has been made for me: neither Hove nor Taschen will be interested (well, one of them not for a while, and one of them not at all) in me, which actually is more deal-able than I previously thought. I suppose it’s given me a starting point to jump ahead from. Headlong? Feetfirst? Who knows?

But it’ll happen when it happens.

In any case, (well, aside from the romanticness front) everything is proceeding according to keikaku (keikaku means plan), I am trying to find gigs going on in Paris in June but no one has booked that far in advance. Curses! I will have to wait ’till later.

Not much else to write about, besides jumping around on the inside waiting to skedaddle to St. Thomas on Sunday. EXCITEMENT! SO EXCITED!

‘Kay sleeping now. See y’all later.

AND HAIRCUT TOMMORROW, THANK GOD.

my body is a cage

25 Feb

that keeps me from dancing wih the one I love, but my mind holds the key.

Looking forward to Sunday (and the subsequent day), I am going over to St. Thomas with Wil and Lil and Genna and J’nee and Dylan and Jorge and Ben and Matthew and Udi and I think that’s it. It is going to be wondrous fun! All us female types are rooming together, which will make for some interesting sleep arrangements (I usually thrash around in my sleep).
Actually, that reminds me of Science Bowl two years ago, when Genna and I were sharing a room with blissfully seperate beds. I kind of half-woke up in the middle of the night, staggered over to Genna thinking “She looks cold,” and fell asleep on top of her. She had a fever. She continually reminds me of that sleepwalking episode, which is probably the only one that I’ve had.
Sleep is very, very strange. Usually I sleep like a worn-out five-year-old; soundly and limp as a towel. I am not easy to move when asleep: 157 pounds of deadweight is not fun to lift.
But I dream.
I dream often and vividly, and lately I’ve started writing down bits of my dreams so I’ll remember them. I haven’t had a nightmare in at least eight years now, partly because I realize halfway through said nightmare that it’s a dream so I start over again, and also probably because I have three dreamcatchers hangin’ by my head.

Gahhh headache feels like someone’s driving long nails through my cranium
Uuurrrrrrrrrgghhhhh

goodnight.

Oh, and previous post is merely a list of inside jokes that I need to remember. Nothin’ special.

ridin’ the waves

25 Feb

Okay, correct me if I’ve missed anything,but:
Tanning=kiss on the cheek.
Walk on the beach= kiss on the lips.
Boogieboarding=grinding
Surfin’ the waves= sex with protection
(the above) without a surfboard=Whoa, goin’ for a baby.
Skimboarding=feelin’ up
Bodyboardin’= fellatio
Sharks= STDs
Buildin’ sand castles= marriage
AND I JUST THOUGHT UP ANOTHER ONE
Chicken fight=threesome.

Wanna add any more? Or have I gotten them all?

we’re floating in space

24 Feb

Do you realize?

Today I suddenly got to a conclusion; I am leaving Hove and Taschen behind me and moving on. I will still be their friends, but the romantic tendrils are going to be cut.
I am tired of my terrible luck.

Also: when I am near a person who I admire/do not want to appear idiotic in front of, I speak very little.
I need to change that.

Night!

climbing up the walls

24 Feb

So I decided, when I walked in the door today, to listen to Radiohead.
I have neglected them recently, what with my sudden influx of strange electronica and fuzzy blues. It is nice, you know, to go back and listen to an album you loved way back when. I guess OK Computer isn’t a very good example (as I still love it), but it holds to more ancient things.

Basically, this is how my music taste came about:
From birth till about first or second grade, I was weaned on 80s madness and Dave Matthews and The Smiths and Counting Crows. Once I realized tha I could choose my own music (around the end of first grade), I fell in love with the Spice Girls. I thought they were awesome; I can still sing some of their songs. I have fond memories of jumping on a friend of mine’s trampoline while singing at the top of my lungs.
Well, that went on until we moved down to St. Croix (middle of second grade), and I guess I went back to my regular diet of 80s and 90s mush. I have a CD from about that era, it is full of Dave Matthews, Rush, the Pixies, Wilco, that other similar band and actually some Weezer. Good Weezer.
That went on until about seventh grade, when my dad discovered Death Cab For Cutie, which suddenly opened my eyes to the world of awesome soon to follow. Next came Radiohead (but only bits and pieces of albums), then Modest Mouse, then…
By ninth grade, I had been alerted to Sigur Rós and Interpol and Spoon, via myriad sources. I do not remember how I found Spoon, but I am pretty happy I did. Cold War Kids followed, then Vampire Weekend, then MGMT, then Dungen, then Beirut…
And by the end of the summer, I was extremely well-versed in bands.

It’s difficult, though, to find so many bands (and good ones, too!) without people around you who know of them. I talked to Wil about music so often in 9th and 10th grade, as well as listening to Will and Josh blab about what they were listening to. And there was always Youtube, or Sirius XM U, or my friends in the states to give me the heads’-up on bands I would’ve missed. Thanks!

Also, if you want to find new bands, go on Pandora.com or create a profile on Last.fm. They’re both free sites, and both give all sorts of band reccomendations. Check ’em out!

Also, on yesterday’s angsting topic:
WHO CARES. I don’t, at least not anymore.

Gonna write some poems!