Monthly Archives: January 2010

Vacay, recapped.

Seagulls over the lake

Hi folks, I’m back!
For the last few days, I’ve been catching up with old friends, road trippin’ with my 2 3 favorite allies, and doing some hard-core relaxing by the lake pictured above.

Life is good, indeed.

sotd 01.20.10

“Casimir Pulaski Day” / Sufjan Stevens (2005)

If you’re not yet acquainted with the work of Sufjan Stevens, I invite you to do so. Few people are musical artists. He is one.┬áThis song is one of my favorites, for sentimental reasons about which I don’t particularly feel like blogging.

sotd 01.19.10

“Horchata” / Vampire Weekend (2009)

I was real stoked to hear that Vampire Weekend had released another album; I was instantly enamored with their self-titled debut album a couple years ago. Now, after listening to this bouncy little number, I am thinking about buying Contra, their follow-up.

Please enjoy!

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sotd 01.18.10

“Abraham, Martin and John” / Dion (1968)

foot-in-mouth disease, part uno

While watching the Golden Globes last night, I guffawed to myself when the camera landed on Michael C. Hall. What the hell is on his head? I thought. Is he channeling Erykah Badu?

And then I read that he had cancer.


sotd 01.16.10

“In the Car” / Barenaked Ladies (1998)

When I was in high school, the Barenaked Ladies album Stunt was featured prominently in our cafeteria’s jukebox. The track “Alcohol” was blacked out as a Non-Option, but this song remained. It always made me wonder about the Student Council’s priorities.

Guilty conscience.

Sometimes I look at my folks’ computer and am overwhelmed with the urge to apologize to it: I’m sorry, computer. I know that you probably have 70,000 viruses on you and that’s why you run so slow, but I don’t really have the patience to defrag your hard drive and do a much-needed virus scan and I have even less patience to teach my Dad how to do these things.

I’m a bad daughter.

potentially publishable works, pt 1.

I always adored alliteration (and assonance!).

Anyway, here’s a working title for ya:

“Learning How to Shoot a .38 Special in the Backyard of our Suburban Home and Other Tales from Childhood”

sotd 01.11.10

“There is So Much More” / Brett Dennen (2006)

And because you should really hear it, here are the lyrics:
When I heard the news,
my heart fell on the floor.
I was on a plane on my way to Baltimore.
In these troubled times it’s hard enough as it is.
My soul has a known a better life than this.

I wonder how so many can be in so much pain,
while others don’t seem to feel a thing.
Then I curse my whiteness
and I get so damn depressed.
In a world of suffering,
why should I be so blessed?

I heard about a women who lives in Colorado.
She built a monoment of sorts behind the garage door,
where everyday she prays for all whom are born
and all whose souls have passed on.
Sometimes my trouble gets so thick,
I can’t see how I’m gonna get through it.
But, then I’d rather be stuck up in a tree
then be tied to it.

There is so much more.

I don’t feel comfortable with the way my clothes fit.
I cant get used to my bodys limits.
I got some fancy shoes to try and kick away these blues.
They cost a lot of money but they arent worth a thing.
I wanna free my feet from the broken glass and concrete.
I need to get out of this city.
Lay apon the ground stare a hole in the sky,
wondering where I go when I die.
…When I die