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!
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. :)
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]
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.
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]
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"]
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.
... 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]
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]
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.
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]
Movies --- Music --- Me
Every month I post a list of the movies I've seen. I'll also post when we go see live music.
I used to post all the movies I saw, books I read, and all sorts of other stuff. But life got too busy around October 2007. Maybe life will slow down again someday.