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December 2001

It’s a Berliner!

December 30, 2001

in movies, ruminations

I enjoy Peter Stemmler. Sometimes he does portraits of famous people… other times it’s just naked ppl… curiously- usually chicks… but we also like Krispy Kreme.

Check out the freakin’ Soap Machine. So funny (and NOT office- friendly- be warned)!

Actually.. come to think of it, there are a LOT of naked cartoon women on that Quick Honey site. Jeez…

Speaking of doughnuts, I got pictures back from Berlin (um.. yeah.. almost a year later) and there was a picture of me eating a doughnut, and I’m trying to explain to Jen and Debbie that there must be some reason why I’m eating a doughnut, but I can’t remember why it’s suppose to be funny. Jen quietly peeps, “It doesn’t have anything to do with Eddie Izzard, does it?” I stop and think and scream out, “YES IT DOES! THAT IS A BERLINER!! AHAHHAHAHAHA!” So there is a picture of me eating a Berliner… you know… in Berlin. And that’s funny, you know?

Hawhawhaw… What? You don’t know the KennedyI am a doughnut” speech? Dear lord, get yourself some Eddie Izzard “Dressed to Kill.”<

Indie update... for those who care, Le Tigre @ Warsaw (That’s in Brooklyn, kids!), just announced 2 nights – a benefit – Jan 24/25

Word up to the D-town hommies! Did I mention how I want that t-shirt Phil Hoffman wears as Lester Bangs in Almost Famous? I think I might have mentioned it… it says “DETROIT SUCKS.” I find it amusing. You know, ’cause its… Phil.. and AF and.. it’s funny.

Neil Marcus is at it again (that music freak!) this time it’s Blues and 60′s Rock (whatever that means) and The Stripes are on top! Take THAT, you elfin Icelandic crazy woman who charges 75 dollars for her shows!

Oh, finished About A Boy. I liked it. It’s not High Fidelity, but still enjoyable. I so don’t see Hugh Grant as Will (but YEAH Toni!). I love how you can finish a Hornby book in one day.

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All My Favorites In One Place

December 29, 2001

in music

Oh Plastic, you so crazy. Talkin’ about the tunes. The Strokes, Peaches, Von Bondies, etc…

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OH SHIT. I JUST REALIZED. I’M SEEING THE STROKES TOMORROW.

“Yeah, we knew that… duh,” you say?

Yeah, I knew that too.. but somehow it didn’t connect that I might actually want to take photos at the concert. Where is camera? Oh yeah, that would be home, I guess.

How many times has it happened? Me + Strokes + camera = disaster. This is the first time I *FORGOT* the camera though.

*sigh* How many times do I have to say it? God never wants me to take pictures of The Strokes.. EVER.

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Briefly Back in the City

December 29, 2001

in ruminations

Have gone off deep end of 30-something British relationship hysteria media pool (although not there yet). Bridget Jones’s Diary and currently reading About A Boy by Nick Hornby. Will watch A Clockwork Orange later (thanks Michelle!) to get out of Anglophilia funk. Will watch Sliding Doors after to get back into it.

Oh shit. The Strokes tomorrow. How did that happen?

Back in the city for a day or two. Hence the updates. It’s way too cold.

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Wisdom from Bob Pollard

December 28, 2001

in music

Words of drunk wisdom from Bob Pollard, courtesy of Newsday.

Sorry for lack of updates. For some reason I don’t have as much time when I’m home.

I did watch Rebel Without A Cause last night… and I think I’m in love w/ Jimmy Dean. He was so brilliant.

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I was going through some really old magazines from 1999 and found this picture of Michael Pitt in some play at NYTW called The Trestle at Pope Lick Creek

Michael Pitt and Alicia Goranson in The Trestle at Pope Lick Creek

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I PASSED FRENCH. THIS IS THE HAPPIEST CHRISTMAS EVER!

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Merry Drunken Xmas

December 24, 2001

in funny, ryan adams

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house.

Not a creature was stirring, not even an Alt-country drunk…

Ryan Adams, passed out, drunk and smoking.  Merry Christmas

MERRY CHRISTMAS

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In the thinking corner this morning… as the New Year approaches, many of us start to think about our New Year’s Resolutions. With this in mind, I think it’s appropriate to bring up something that has recently come to my attention. As part of an on-going series on pretension, let’s examine this phenomenon that seems to constantly plague the world of music.

If you like something you are pretentious. If you don’t like everything you are pretentious. You’re pretentious if you like some things but not others based on some pretentious criteria. If you have no criteria you are pretentioius. You are pretentious if you say you’re pretentious. You’re pretentious if you don’t say you’re pretentious. If you say everyone is pretentious, you’re pretentious. If you say those people are pretentious, you’re probably pretentious yourself.

And the beat goes on…

STOP THE PRETENSION! JUST LET IT GO, MAN!

It’s like a dog chasing after its own tail.

What did Phil Hoffman as Lester Bangs say in Almost Famous? “Don’t let them glorify worthless garbage like rock ‘n’ roll”… or something like that.

Watch Untitled it’ll make you feel better. Rock on.

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Sleepy for the Holidays

December 24, 2001

in music

I was doing random searches, and found an archived Yeah Yeah Yeahs show… and hey- it was one that I was at! No one tells me that my whoops and howls are being recorded. $10 to anyone who can identify my yelling. Forget what The Hives want you to believe… The Yeah Yeah Yeahs are your new favorite band. And they’re not weird Swedes.

Also, I tried to make the holiday mix CD last night (with that adorable “It’s True We Love One Another” on it… you really have to hear that song… I guess that’s if you like lyrics that say, “Well I love Jack White like a little brother”) and it APPEARED to burn on the cd, but when cd was placed in qu’est-ce que c’est?… ah yes, the CD player, it had nothing on it. I kicked some things then went to sleep at 6am … setting my alarm for 8:45, so I could tape the BBMak thing on MTV.

I woke up at 11:30, totally missing BBMak and being tragically late for lunch at grandma’s.

I wonder why I don’t have normal sleeping patterns… ah yes… vacation… No… I’m just weird like that all the time. Oh.
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