Monday, July 13, 2009

You're The F*cking Problem

For years and years I've had this million-dollar idea that I was going to start a self-help movement where the premise is that people are their own problem.  I'd name the book "You're The F*cking Problem."  I would tell people that they create their own poopy worlds and then brow beat them (or get them to brow beat themselves ... this *is* self-help) into shaping up.
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Monday, March 24, 2008

Testing Testing 1 2 3

When this post pops up in your feed reader, come leave a comment.

I wrote this post yesterday and set it to automatically publish today.  It's one of the fancy features I added for myself.  

I know the auto publish will work, but I'm testing the scheduled task I had to created on my host's web server to periodically publish my site feed.

*fingers crossed*

- ARGH!  The host's scheduled task didn't work, so I had to write it myself.  DIY!

- The awful truth is the mistake was mine.  Oops.  But all is well now.  :)
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Sunday, March 23, 2008

Changes To Comments

Pretty please comment on this post when it pops into your feed reader.  Just for giggles, tell me what your favorite Easter candy, Passover dish, or Spring food is.  Mine is Cadbury mini eggs, closely followed by the malted egg-balls that you can lick and then use the liquefied candy coating for lipstick.

OK, I changed the comments so they'd be first to last from top to bottom (aka ascending).  Several of you got confused by the descending comments.  I'd seen it a a couple blogs and really liked the idea of putting the newest comment first.

But, as much as I wanted to have them be descending, it's not the best web design practice to go against what everyone else is doing because it just confuses your visitors.  And confusing your visitors is the last thing you want to do.

Especially when your visitors are the best-est, most wonderful, sweetest people EVER!

If everything keeps going smoothly, there will only be one more post that I'll need you to comment on for testing purposes.  Yay!
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Saturday, March 22, 2008

Now With More Future

This is my first post using my NEW blog platform ... that I wrote myself!  I'd love it if you'd help me out this week testing it out.  Here are some of the things you can do:

- Subscribe to my blog blog's atom or rss feed in your feed reader of choice.  Leave a comment on this post to let me know which feed reader you use so I can make sure that all the major feed readers are being tested.  I'll be publishing posts this week asking you to comment when the post pops into your feed reader.

- Leave a comment on a post or two.  Let me know if the process doesn't work the way you expect it to.

- Click around. Visit my archives.  Look at the label links.  Use the "next" and  previous" links.  Let me know if anything is messed up.

Thank you *so* much for helping me out.  Once I'm sure everything is working right, I'll be switching the craft blog over, too. :)
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Wednesday, November 14, 2007

I [heart] Cock

Andrew and I stumbled across this awesome fiberglass cock in front of a grocery store on one of our weekend drives.  We HAD to stop.  There was a huge fiberglass cow on the roof of the store, too.

I love how the cock looks so angry, and I look so happy.

[photo taken at an undisclosed location]
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Thursday, October 11, 2007

Groan

I've been sick for almost a week and I'm getting really tired of it.  One day, laying on the couch, I watched Blades of Glory, the Strangers with Candy movie, and The Royal Tenenbaums.  I've read David Goodis' Shoot the Piano Player.  And then there was the day I watched all these science shows on the History channel.  I know all about pot, cocaine, water, the Hittite Empire, UFOs, the Burmuda Triangle, and that the world is going to end in 2012.  We don't have cable, but somehow we get the History Channel.  I half-wish we didn't.
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Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Sniffle

Andrew downloaded the brand new Sunset Rubdown album for me yesterday.  I've only listened to a couple songs ... but I'm loving it.  I declared in my sick delirium that I wanted to see them when they're here next ... which we then found out is TONIGHT. Ack!  The show is just blocks from our apartment.  Sadly, I'm still too sick to go. :(  Now I'm sniffling for two reasons.

[photo taken 10/2/2007 in Philadelphia]
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Tuesday, September 11, 2007

You're Such A Strange Girl

My favorite band, and still the one whose body of music I would take to a deserted island if I had to choose*, is The Cure.

There it is.

Now you know.

The first thing I did in 1992 when I had my first internet access is search for The Cure.  I found a site full of their lyrics.  I printed them all out.

The first thing I did when I downloaded Napster was grab all the b-sides and rarities I'd never heard.

The Cure was the soundtrack of my life for over a decade.  Listening to them is like looking through a well-worn scrap book, like putting on a favorite sweater.

* At a job interview, I was asked if I could only take one band's music, one ethnicity's food, and one famous person to a deserted island, what would they be.  When I answered The Cure, she argued with me.  Argued.  We argued at my interview.  I was hired.  Lucky me.  Oh, and the food was Italian and the person was Gore Vidal.  I'd probably change those two choices now.

[photo taken 8/30/2007 in Philadelphia]

[title from the lyrics of "The Perfect Girl" by The Cure from "Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me"]
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Sunday, August 26, 2007

Too Many Good Movies

This last week I saw way too many good movies.  It's stuck me in a holding pattern for posting ... because I want to say interesting things about them.  To me, if feels like every post says, "I like it!" which I fear could get really boring for the handful of people reading this.

But really, that's about all I can say (or "I don't like it." as the case may be).  I usually don't want to give away too much about a movie.  Also, I don't have the time (or inclination) to deconstruct - analyze - assess things.  And, my posts about movies are not reviews, per se.  I just let you know whether or not I liked them and would recommend them to others.  In a way, my movie reviews are supposed to tell you more about me than about the film itself.

Anyway, I guess all this is just a way to apologize in advance for the onslaught of "OMG I love this movie." posts that are to come.  I can't tell you how happy I am that people keep making good movies.

I'm always worried that there will never be another good movie (or album) and that I'm stuck with stuff I've already seen. I think this goes back to reading Ian Fleming's Bond books.  I knew the whole time that there were a finite number of them, so I meted them out judiciously.

Another quirk that seems to spring from my reading of Bond books is that of not wanting to know anything about a movie (or book) before I read it.  I was reading "The Spy Who Loved Me" on my lunch break and someone walked over and said ...

SPOILER ALERT - stop reading if you don't want to know the secret of this book

... "Oh, that the one's that James Bond gets married in, isn't it?"  I hadn't gotten to that part yet.  He totally ruined it for me.  Unbelievable.
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Tuesday, August 21, 2007

We Were Dead Before The Ship Even Sank

... and we were the lucky ones.

Modest Mouse's recent album is wonderful.  I loved it before I even listened to it.  The title of the album is the same as this post's.  And, when you open the liner notes, it says the first line up there.  I know exactly what he means.

I LOVE LOVE LOVE Modest Mouse.  What's weird is that I saw them in 1999, and I didn't think much of them.  I walked a block from my apartment in San Francisco to see them at the American Music Hall on the hottest night of the year.  I was also sick.  Some guy I was dating* bought tickets and invited me.  I thought they were blah.  Maybe it was the 90 degree weather sans air conditioning.  They seemed slow and boring.  Weird, huh?

Now they are in my top ten ... probably.  Usually, I like a band's early album and start hating them the closer to *now* we get, but not with Modest Mouse.  I love the grungy immediacy of their early stuff *and* I love the slick catchy new stuff.

This album is super-wonderful, but I think I still like Good News For People Who Love Bad News better.  Seriously, the song "Dig Your Grave" has just the lyrics "I really do.  I hope you're dead." repeated in a whisper three times.  Oh!  Sometimes I know exactly how he feels.  He's the most exuberant misanthrope I've encountered.

* I went out on a million-and-one dates during my 2+ years of online dating in San Francisco.  I wish I'd kept track, but I'm sure I went out with over 100 guys.  This particular guy lasted for 3 dates.  He didn't tell me his last name nor did he give me his phone number (or where he worked or where he lived).  He wasn't the first (or the last) secretive guy.  Really, I was in no hurry to spill all my personal info, either.  We had fun on our dates, so I cut him some slack.  At the end of our last date I kissed him on the cheek when he dropped me off at home - that was the extent of our physical involvement.  The next day I emailed him to tell him about something I thought would interest him.  He responded with an email saying he wasn't comfortable with how fast everything was moving.  Um, OK, weirdo.  I never emailed him back.

[title is the name of an album by Modest Mouse]
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Thursday, August 02, 2007

City For The Blind

I've already gushed about Buckminster Fuller, but I've got him on the brain lately.  His exuberant belief in the ability of humanity to do good is something I (want to) share.  Which is probably why I dislike people so much, because they always seem to prove me wrong.

We drove by a blind person walking down the street once and I got to thinking.  Eventually (and, for Andrew, out of the blue) I said, "Andrew, they really should build a city for the blind where blind people wouldn't have to worry about getting run over by cars, and everything would be designed for them."  I went on and on about all the great things we could do for blind people.  He listened quietly ... and then I asked him what he thought.  After laughing (because, where the hell did that come from?) Andrew remarked that it would just be a place to take advantage of blind people. And he's right.  So now, when I have one of my (occasional) world-hugging moments, those moments when I think that we can all do good and live together peacefully, all Andrew has to do to snap me back into reality is sigh, roll his eyes, and say, "City for the Blind."

But I digress ...

I *love* that Buckminster made up words.  I *love* that he had ideas that he believed in and he pursued them even in the face of professional skepticism.  I *love* that he trusted himself and valued himself as much as he trusted and valued everyone else on Earth.  Buckminster Fuller is a warm spot in this yuck-tastic world.  He's the embodiment of my hope for myself that I can do something, anything, to make the world a better place.

I'm not in a position to build a City for the Blind (and to protect it's inhabitants), but I can do small things.  I hold the elevator when I see people walking into my apartment building.  I let people merge in traffic.  I pick up things that I see people drop and give them back to them.

This heat must have melted my brain, because my warm-hearted-ness is usually reserved for just a few people that I feel actually deserve it.

[photo taken 6/16/2007 in Philadelphia]
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Friday, July 06, 2007

Fireworks Fireworks Fireworks

I'm not much for holidays, but I love fireworks.  So, when we decided to go see some movies at the New York Asian Film Festival on the 4th, we decided to stay over and see the Largest Fireworks Display In America.  And, boy, they weren't kidding.  We saw forty-five minutes of wall-to-wall fireworks.

I recognized some of the fancy-dancy ones that Philadelphia has used the last couple years, but there were some new ones, like 3-D cubes, smiley faces, and hearts that were a little mind-boggling.  Still, my favorites are the ones that sparkle and shimmer.  Especially the golden fountains and the bursting golden circles that look like cherry blossoms.

I realize it almost sounds like I'm joking ... but I do like fireworks. It's the little girl in me.  I'm a sucker for a sparkler, too.

We were totally rained on, as well as getting dripped on by everyone's umbrellas.  There were also some eye-poking-out close calls.  And, in spite of taking a cab *to* the festivities, we ended up walking almost 60 blocks just that night.

[photo taken 6/11/2007 in New York City]

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Monday, June 18, 2007

Japanese Masters of the Brush

Detail from "Enjoying the Moon in a Riverside Cottage" Japanese, Edo Period (1615-1868), 1765, by Ike Taiga, Japanese, 1723 - 1776

Click the image above to visit the Philadelphia Museum of Art website where you can see the full image and zoom in on it.


Yesterday we took a walk in the 90 ° heat to see Ike Taiga and Tokuyama Gyokuran: Japanese Masters of the Brush which is currently showing at the Philadelphia Museum of Art.  It's humbling to see such a beautiful body of work created over decades.  It makes me want to shrug off the world and dedicate myself to something creative.  Actually, it makes me feel bad that I don't have the single-mindedness to shrug off the world and dedicate myself to something creative.  If only I knew I'd still be able to eat ... and sleep under a roof ... and stuff like that. See, I don't have what it takes.  Maybe someday.
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Saturday, June 16, 2007

Sock Simplicity

About ten years ago, I decided that I was tired of having pairs of socks.  I decided to throw out all my socks and just buy one kind.  I opted for black, cotton, Gold Toe Brand men's socks (I wear a size 10 ... so men's socks fit better).  Then, when I started going to the gym, I started buying one kind of white gym sock.  This way, when I need a pair of socks, I can pull out two black (or two white) socks and they will always match.  This whole system makes me so happy.  I find it sublime.

Last summer I bought some tiny tennis shoes (I liked them so much I bought three pairs of them) and they demanded their own sock, so I added about 16 pairs of little white socks to the mix.  Now I have three kinds of socks.

And, to kick-up-the-crazy a notch, I also have a fantasy that I find a simple dress pattern that looks really good on me and I make a bazillion of them out of different fabrics.  Then I would never have to go clothes shopping again.  And I would never have to think about what I want to wear.  My inspiration was a story I heard about Einstein when I was younger.  The rumor (which is apparently untrue) is that he had a closet full of the same outfit so he wouldn't have to spend any time (or mega brain power) on picking out an outfit.  I thought that was super-smart.
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Saturday, May 05, 2007

Marxist Plays For The Masses

Last night we saw our first play in Philadelphia.  It was The Life of Galileo by Bertolt Brecht at the Wilma.  The play was first published in 1940.

The play was good.  I think my favorite part of going to the theater is watching people perform.  It's what I like about seeing bands, too.  I like seeing people *do* things.

That reminds me of a quote from Wayne Coyne's commencement address, "We are not what we dream, we are what we do."

Which reminds me of this quote attributed to Buddha, "However many words you read, however many you speak, what good will they do if you do not act upon them?"

Performances.  Actions.  Concrete acts are what touch me, what seem real to me.  Thoughts, intentions, and words don't do much for me.  They are too ethereal, too easy, and too easily feigned.

Here's another quote, "Don't let your mouth write checks your ass can't cash."  In my world, actions speak louder than words.
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Sunday, February 04, 2007

Frozen

Yesterday we went for a walk.  Andrew recently got a new lens for his camera and he hasn't had a chance to test it outside.  It was very sunny and beautiful AND COLD.  Did I mention the cold?  It was 25 and felt like 12 (according to Yahoo weather).  I agree.  It felt like 12.

But we needed a walk and the lens needed testing.  The lens is totally awesome.  It has some fancy blur reduction thing or something (I was just informed it's called vibration reduction or VR).  So when you take pictures of things that are moving or you are moving the camera a little, it still takes a clear and focused picture.

The bird above was sitting on branches that were swaying in the very cold wind. This picture is a crop of the larger photo.  I'm just amazed at the crisp, clear bird and branches.  This lens also captures colors almost perfectly.  The caramels and creams in the wood in this photo are so rich and dead on.

Our wonderful walk and lens testing ended with a yummy meal at Five Guys.  I'm not big on burgers and I usually don't like fries, but both the burgers and the fries are delicious there.  The meat has never been frozen and they cut the potatoes for their fries in the restaurant and fry them in peanut oil.  Pretty simple.

[photo taken 2-3-2007 in Philadelphia]
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Tuesday, January 02, 2007

They Took A Vote And Said No

Eastern State Penitentiary is right in the middle of Philadelphia.  It's not in Center City (the downtown area), but it's a quick walk from downtown to the prison.  When it was built, it was on the periphery of the city, but over time, it was swallowed up by Philadelphian sprawl.

You can tour the prison, which is kept in a state of stabilized decay, either by yourself or with an audio guide.  For our first time, we opted to just walk around on our own. When we first entered one of the spokes of this radial prison, I was in awe.  It's amazing.  If you're into industrial decay, check out the Andrew's gallery of all the prison photos.  My favorites are the the one above, the wooden door with peeling green paint, and the wall of crackle paint.

The cells are small, but not much smaller than my San Francisco apartment where I lived for 6 years.  They all have a little sky light, as do the main corridors.  It's deadly quiet inside the prison because the very tall wall surrounding it, blocks out all the city noise.  It seemed like such a haven.  I imagine that if you swept the place up, you could use it as a Buddhist meditation retreat.  It was nice to be in there with all the quiet.

When we entered a spoke that had two tiers of cells, the feeling was even more reverent. The ceilings are vaulted, and the light shines in at such beautiful angles.  I wasn't surprised when I learned that the radial architecture was loosely based on a European Monastery.

I bought the book they had in the gift shop about the prison's history, architecture, and philosophy.  The book is great and I finally finished reading it this weekend.  I didn't realize that before this prison, everyone was chucked into one big room together.  Sometimes they'd chain you to the floor, but usually it was one big free-for-all.  Sounds great, doesn't it?

When it was built, Eastern State Penitentiary was one of the only buildings in America with indoor plumbing. A lot of care and attention to detail was used to make this a prison a place where you could focus all you energy on being penitent - all alone.  They even built individual, walled exercise yards that were connected to each cell.  If you left your cell, you had to wear a hood.  Those Quakers meant business.

When I want to create something, I need to know what the point is, what I am trying to achieve.  This applies whether it's a web application or a felt stuffie.  "Why?"  That's the question I ask the most.  The Quakers knew the Why of their prison ... to reform a prisoner by isolating them completely to contemplate their sins.  I really have to applaud them for at least asking (and answering) the question, even if their chosen methods were pretty much the most inhumane and cruel kind of torture I could imagine.  Especially for such crimes as "Fraudulent Conversion."  For crying out loud.

I don't claim to be an expert on penology, but our current system is totally fucked up.  And, the biggest problem is that we haven't answered the Why.  Why do we have prisons?  To separate people who have broken the laws from those that haven't?  To punish?  To deter?  To reform?  I think if we could answer the Why, we could design a prison system that actually fulfills it's mission.

As far as I can tell, we've decided that it's in our country's best interest to create a training ground for criminals, a place where sexual and physical victimization is overlooked, a place that generates a lot of income for a few people, and a place that half-heartedly tries to attend to the emotional needs of those incarcerated.

I believe that if you do certain things in our society, that you should be separated from it.  Forever.  I personally don't have a problem with the death penalty, but, because of the fallibility of the justice system, the prohibitive costs involved in capital punishment, and the fact that we are one of a handful of nations that still do it (we are *not* in good company), I think we should stop.  Instead of the death penalty, I think we should build a little Japanese capsule hotel style prison, sans TV, for those people.

Other people, the ones that have messed up bad, but don't necessary need to be separated from society forever, they should be in a prison where they are being punished.  They should have a little cell, all by themselves, a couple hours of outside time, and books.  They should be under constant surveillance.  There shouldn't be any prisoners getting shanked in the yard or bent over in the showers.

I know there are a lot of things that don't fit into this model, like prisoners who need counseling or maybe who even need to be institutionalized.  Obviously there is a much bigger problem with our society that we wait to "help" people until after they fuck up so bad that they are in prison.  I think we should take much better care of our citizenry, imprisoned or not.

An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.

[photo taken 6-11-2005 in Philadelphia]

[title from the lyrics of "They Took A Vote And Said No" by Sunset Rubdown from the album "Shut Up I Am Dreaming"]
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Thursday, December 28, 2006

PimpZilla

If you haven't upgraded to Firefox 2 ... Do it.

OMFG!  There is a built in spell checker.  BUILT IN!  When you are typing comments on your fave blogs, it'll underline things like 'fave' and you can right click it and add it to your personal dictionary or change it to one of their suggestions.  I can't be the only nerd that copies and pastes their comments into Word to spell check them ... hopefully ... OK, I don't do it all the time ... stop looking at me like that.

And, just in case you are worried, the dude who made the PimpZilla theme is totally on the ball and has upgraded it for FF2.  Yes, I know, I was relieved, too.

If you don't use Firefox already, we should have a talk ... drop me a line.
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Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Delicious Cheese

I love cheese.  All kinds of cheese.  Andrew doesn't eat cheese, so we generally don't buy it.  It's best not to have tempting, fat-filled yummies in the house that only I eat.  So, the discovery of the basket of tiny cheese blocks at Whole Foods has opened up a whole new world for me.

You have no idea how much fun I had looking through all the tiny packages in the big cheese basket.  Lots and lots of fun.  I picked out smoked Gouda, Havarti, German something or other made from cow's milk, and Pepperjack.   I also picked up some cracked pepper and plain water crackers.  And a lovely pinot noir.  Mmmmm.

They must be the left-over ends from when they chop up the normal sized blocks.  Each package was perfectly small and snack-sized.  Since they are tiny, they are super cheap.  All four were less than $3.  Next time I'll try not to buy four at a time because when it comes to cheese, I have no will power at all.

[photo taken 12-24-2005 in Philadelphia]

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Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Why burn your bridges when you can blow your bridges up

About a month ago we did a night shoot of the Ben Franklin Bridge.  It's a bridge that connects Pennsylvania and New Jersey - specifically, Philadelphia and Camden. My job was to hold the really heavy metal flashlight for two-plus hours.  Andrew's job was to take some awesome photographs of the bridge. We both did a great job.

While he was taking pictures, two other photographers came and went.  One came up to Andrew while I was warming my toes in the car.  When I returned, Andrew told me that he was just worried that Andrew was taking pictures for a Digital Photography contest.

I think of the Ben Franklin Bridge as a mini Golden Gate Bridge that's blue.  I drive over it every day to go to work.  Bridges are kinda cool and majestic.   I like driving over them and seeing the big city on the other side.  It's a nice feeling driving home over the Ben Franklin every day.

[photo taken 9-18-11-2005 in Philadelphia]

[title from the lyrics of "Hi Fi" by M. Ward from the album "Transistor Radio"]
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Monday, December 04, 2006

Photographers Snip Snap

Andrew takes a lot of pictures.  If you've ever been to his site, you know what I mean.  There are a lot of pictures over there, and he takes more and more each year.

I incorporated Andrew's photos into my life in many different ways: saving them as my desk top image at work, taping a small printout on my purse to do list, and now I'm using them to illustrate this blog.

The first year we were married, I kept journal with photos.  Every day I wrote about what we did, how our lives were going.  I loved doing that, and I'm glad I have a record of that year, but we seem beyond words now.  Since then, Andrew's pictures have become a visual history of our life together.  I can go to bluepanic and step through the years, each image a reminder of our adventures.

We often go on photographic adventures.  Andrew will grab his camera and we'll drive somewhere specific, or sometimes we just leave our apartment and walk.  Recently, when I wanted to go to the opening of a craft store, Andrew brought his camera along and, after 5 minutes looking around the store, we spent an hour walking around the Northern Liberties.

There are some things that I just know will grab Andrew's attention.  Like the doll above.  This tiny crime scene hints at violence, real and imagined.

Andrew takes a lot of photos.  Sometimes I look at what he's doing.  Sometimes I wander a little.  But even if I paid the closest attention to his subjects, I would never see what he saw.  He has the ability to extract things from their context - to see the balance and composition in the shadow of a fence, a crumpled pile of leaves.  In my world, I want to convey the experience of standing on that deserted street strewn with trash by explaining every detail, but Andrew can do it with a picture of a doll.

[photo taken 11-11-2006 in Philadelphia]

[title from the lyrics of "Baby's on Fire" by Brian Eno from the album "Here Come The Warm Jets"]
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Thursday, October 26, 2006

Today's Top Sounds Moving ... Full Tilt

This was my first album.  I found this picture by googling it - there are a couple of them for sale on eBay.

I clearly remember wanting this album.  I begged and begged and begged Mom for it.  It was about 1981, and I was only 9 or 10.

The deal was that I keep my clothes off the floor for a week and she'd buy me the album.  The first week I was good for the first couple days, and then I blew it by leaving my clothes on the floor of my bedroom.  This went on for about 3 weeks.  At one point, I even made a calendar, and I was checking off the days to help me remember.  I'm pretty sure I never successfully kept my clothes off the floor for a whole week, but Mom bought me the record anyway.

That's me, with the braids, and my two little sisters. I had my own record player next to my bed.  I would play the album over and over and over jumping on the bed and singing along.  I loved this album.  My favorites were Blondie's "The Tide is High" and Devo's "Whip It."  Now that I see the song list, I also remember singing along with Pete Townshend's "Let My Love Open the Door" and Pat Benatar's "Hit Me With Your Best Shot."  And I just listened to the Amazon clip for The SOS Band's "Take Your Time (Do It Right Part 1)" and I LOVED that song, too, even though the name didn't ring a bell.

I'd probably remember them all, if I heard them.  I swear I listened to this record a billion-and-one times.

Blondie: The Tide is High
Pete Townshend: Let My Love Open the Door
Devo: Whip It
Robbie Dupree: Hot Rod Hearts
The SOS Band: Take Your Time (Do It Right Part 1)
Jimmy Hall: I'm Happy That Love Has Found You
Larsen-Feiten Band: Who'll Be the Fool Tonight
Pointer Sisters: He's So Shy
Ambrosia: You're the Only Woman
Manhattans: Shining Star
Al Stewart: Midnight Rocks
Genesis: Misunderstanding
Cheap Trick: Ain't That a Shame
Pat Benatar: Hit Me With Your Best Shot

[first photo taken from eBay listing, second photo from my personal collection of family photos circa 1980]
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Sunday, October 22, 2006

I just don't need none of that Mad Max bullshit

Yesterday we saw a movie that had a character who lived on a piece of desert and grew her own food (Solitude, I recommend it).  Tonight we were talking about how everything in the world is becoming digital and dependent on electricity, which leaves us with one point of failure for everything.  I mentioned that, although I despise hippies, I see the value in living in a place with solar panels, a water supply, and where you can grow your own food.  Andrew said, "Then you're just a target for the leather clad bikers."  Well then, I guess we'll need some guns, too.

[photo taken 6-11-2005 in New York City]

[title from the lyrics of "Bury me with it" by Modest Mouse from the album "Good News For People Who Love Bad News"]

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Saturday, October 21, 2006

Because nobody knows you, and nobody gives a damn either way

This is my place for stuff and things.  No warranty, express or implied.

[photo taken 10-16-2006 in New York City near the Angelika]

[title from the lyrics of "I'll Believe in Anything You'll Believe in Anything" by Sunset Rubdown from "Snake's Got a Leg"]

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