February 23, 2006
I Don't Get Money, Man, Money Get Me
Just under 2 weeks to go! I'm looking forward to this birthday so much. I'm definitely sick of being played out like a kid because I'm currently under 25. I mean it's ridiculous, as if once I cross that line, I'll be magically more mature. It annoys the hell out of me. A hardcore post-birthday perk is if I ever learn how to drive, I can finally get those good rates!
This year's present wishes include: the Trapped In The Closet DVD, a ticket for the Kelley Polar show, strawberry cheesecake with strawberry ice cream from Junior's, someone to tell me what those jeans with the gold-colored A on the back pockets are, and drinks at Milk & Honey. I'm pretty easy this year.
And to stop being all cryptic for just a minute, I've been working hard on resolution duty and I'd like to report that: I fucking rule. What I was alluding to last month was me feeling really bummed about my work situation for a long time and giving myself the deadline of March 17th to either get something new or walk away. And I found a place where I think I'll be a perfect fit and I start at the end of March. I haven't been this excited about a new venture in years and it's my opportunity to be as creative and successful as I've always wanted to, when I wasn't second guessing myself. So, I'm happy happy happy and pretty much just working on extracting myself from the present situation and looking forward to Miami/M3. Honestly, it just makes me feel really fucking good that I really am a desirable and I didn't go into school debt for my health. Go me! Job hunting and feeling stuck is mega demoralizing and all the props in the world go out to the friends and the fam for being so encouraging when I really was beginning to think I'd forever be a drone getting my brain sucked away. If this doesn't call for a celebration, I dunno what does!
February 19, 2006
Mirror, Mirror
Arena(known to self and others) complex, independent, observant, spontaneous | Blind Spot(known only to others) able, bold, calm, cheerful, clever, confident, dependable, dignified, energetic, friendly, idealistic, intelligent, knowledgeable, proud, relaxed, searching, self-assertive, self-conscious, silly, sympathetic, wise, witty |
Façade(known only to self) adaptable | Unknown(known to nobody) accepting, brave, caring, extroverted, giving, happy, helpful, ingenious, introverted, kind, logical, loving, mature, modest, nervous, organised, patient, powerful, quiet, reflective, religious, responsive, sensible, sentimental, shy, tense, trustworthy, warm |
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February 18, 2006
No Parking On The Dancefloor
Okay, I might be overindulging this week. I woke up crazy fuzzy Thursday morning and convinced myself that my cell phone was lost the night before. I went back to Subtonic and searched all over, feeling super discombulated in the meantime. I, of course, didn't find it and began considering the fucked luck of losing a phone 3 months before gettting one practically for free and thinking I'd do an eBay search for a new one. And also that someone might be calling Madagascar from my phone. (Phone aside: my contract is up in May and I was thinking of getting a 917 number again. Anyone think it's worth it? The two people I know with landlines's long distance bill would thank me.) I moaned and whined about it all day and night, only to get home at 2:30am and discover that I'd left it my pants from the night before. (Yeah. I'm an ass.) And then I went on Friday night (and got a case of the fuzzies when bartenders at 419 I haven't seen in a good year and a half recognized me) and vomit is never a good look. Now I just feel like refried shit. I'll rest up tomorrow and Monday.
But the past couple of days have been fun. Alafairnadia and I went to a Playgirl party where they gave us the most swagtastic goodie bag (toys for days, dude) I've seen in a while. I saw yet another ANTM judge in the flesh -- which brings my grand total to 3 plus my wacky encounter with Janice. Since Twiggy doesn't count, Tyra and I crossing paths is now inevitable!.The mag itself sucks donkey balls. Way to make naked men really unexciting, ladies! The female nudity is about neck and neck in it for one thing and the whole thing is just thin and toothless. The only advertisers are like Boys Gone Wild and bigdickchatroom dot com or whatever. The best part of the night was free drinks, the not so much when the bartender kept coming up to where we were and then ignoring us. Lamer.
The most exciting part of my week has been a sudden influx of great new (to me) music. I DLed this really fun mix by Ulysses featuring "No Parking On The Dancefloor" (among other things I must get the names of) and I'm getting my Miami dancing conditioning on. I've finally accepted that I'm going to actually use My Space and I've been making friends with musician pages. Even discovered a new Prefuse production! Woo! (Speaking of him, "Illiterate Interlude" on the new album is hilarious. I actually have heard people say that about the last one. And people say dude doesn't have a sense of humor!) And I've somehow ended up obsessed with Gonzales and Cosmo Vitelli through some musical links I followed. Be my pal. Here's some songs:
TTC - Dans Le Club (Gonzales Piano Remix)
Daft Punk - Face To Face (Cosmo Vitelli Remix)
Push Button Objects - 360 Degrees(Prefuse 73 Remix)
And let me talk about this week's pet peeve: My job title is trafficker (traffic coordinator, if we want to be specific) and unless you work in marketing/advertising/production, you probably don't know what that means. (I, of course, don't talk about my job because I'd like to leave voluntarily and not be fired for blogging or whatever). But hey, I don't want to assume no one knows cause sometimes they'll surprise you. So when people do the annoying "what do you do?"/how does my job stack up to someone else's thing, I say "I'm a trafficker" and every FUCKING time, the reply is "human or drugs?" People, just no. It might have been chuckle worthy the first time, but now: no. Not original, just stop. Sorry. Had to let that one out.
February 14, 2006
And This Ship Will Sail, And This Heart Won't Die
Lately, I've been emerging from my cave in a big way and despite a few ill-advised late nights, it's been a lot of fun.
The most awesome thing to happen to me last week was getting a midday IM from Kate on Wednesday asking what I was up to that night. I had vague plans to meet up with the prodigal Alex, but was focused on trying to get through a shit afternoon at work. She let me know about a private Man Man show going on about 3 blocks from where I work and I was on that like white on rice. I hadn't seen them perform since last summer/fall and to say it's like a new band now would be the understatement of the year. So, I was stoked! I was wandering about the party, a-chattering with Kelly and Kate and Alex and randoms. The saddest news was hearing that I had missed out on an intro to my favorite writer ever. I've been joking since that it would've been a headline worthy event: "Blogger Shanks Critic MacGyver Style With Hairpin."
I wasn't sure what I thought in the moment of the show and all the new elements. I was trying hard to hear everything fresh instead thinking "X wouldn't have been done that way before." The new drummer is the shit as advertised and the present band member interplay is really tight and awesome. My overarching thoughts were that apparently guys in Philly look like lost cast members from Napolean Dynomite and that the group was even louder and noisier now, something I didn't think was possible. I got the new record (yay!) and I was really kinda bewildered on the first listen, but now I really love it. I can compare it in my mind to how I felt about Mama's Gun after Baduizm or One Word Extinguisher after Vocal Studies and Uprock Narratives: they did something I wasn't expecting soundwise and once I stopped looking for the carbon copy of what I loved before, the shining moments came out. But, enough of that. In a nutshell: beer hall + Psycho Beach party = the shizz. One of my fave new songs: "Tunneling Through The Guy."
Post-show, I ran into Aaron and friends on the street and made a detour to wandering the town with them before heading to the special version of Pure Fire, a party I've been meaning to check out for a while now. I was semi-bumbling and I propped myself up near the bar and drank water, while watching Poltergeist play out on a screen and chatting with some dude about the randomness of watching Poltergeist at a party. In writing my email address down to get on the mailing list, I realized I was probably drunk and stupid, and also since I haven't written print in so long that my former calligraphy class honed handwriting was looking kinda chickenscratchy. Bah. And I'm lame because the first thing that popped in my head to request at a grime party was "Pow." Le sigh. Would "Stop Dat" have been better? I dunno. After I left, I was thinking of that song though. I met and chatted with Chris about the podcasts that I hadn't been listening to until this past weekend...because my throwaway comment about being an iTunes hater got me shouted out in the weekend newsletter. Fuck iTunes(!), but those podcasts are great. One of them has "777-9311," one of those classic songs I always forget I adore until I hear it and the stars align...or you know, something.
But you know what I haven't done in the past week? For one, get a good night's sleep. But most importantly, not go to the Battles show. I just broke and tired all last week and couldn't do it. I heart Battles though and I would heart them more if I could magically find a Battles bag for sale like on their site or something. Ahem.
Wow, it's Valentine Day...just another day really. I plan to run straight home after work and curl up with the one I really love today: Helga. Happy VD!
ETA a special exchange with Alafairnadia:
Jamirakid: eww i'm chatting with the boy now
Jamirakid: i refuse to mention VD
Jamirakid: bah humbug to that shit
Alafairnadia: hehehe
Alafairnadia: VD?
Jamirakid: you know
Alafairnadia: er
Jamirakid: it's officially the 14th....
Alafairnadia: oh oh
Alafairnadia: I was like vin diesel?
Alafairnadia: sorry. I already anti-celebrated. I'm done.
February 12, 2006
I'm Gonna Spread Some Information
Shuggie Otis, Inspiration Information
The Clash, Clampdown
Armand Van Helden, Flowerz
The Sea And Cake, I Will Hold The Tea Bag
I Wayne, Black Woman
Would You Like Fries With That?
[via Jay-V]
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February 05, 2006
Come Here, Baby, I Love Your Company
I've been thinking lately why I'll inherently never get ahead in certain spheres and just decided to opt out: I'm not a brown noser and I don't really stop myself from broadcasting if I think something is not worth the time. I can muddle through my own bullshit well enough, but I'd rather not have to deal with someone else's too.
On that front, want to hear a joke? The Plug Awards. That thing was an utter disaster. Unrehearsed, meandering, more people in the VIP section than the main floor at one point, shoddy production values, boring, and terrible in every sense. I don't even want to get into the "funny" little taped skits. The MTV VMAs has nothing to worry about. I was pretty sure that I spotted Shady in the crowd (surprise, surprise). I'm not really sure if he saw me or not (if he had, I'd probably get a random IM about it. Bleh.). The boy and I were wandering along and was just like "*shudder* We need to not walk that way." We stuck it out about an hour before making our escape.
Hanging with him was great. We met up near the venue and I pushed going to get a drink -- to ease the pain of staying late at work again and to kill some of the initial awkwardness. Despite a rough patch where he went off about marketing people and companies like the one I work for (don't give me that self-righteous hippie bull, son!), we were talking more over those two drinks than we may have...ever. Then off to the awards and to a Beans show at NYU which was the point of meeting up in the first place. We chattered and people watched, both confused by this thing one of the guy in the band had that was like a cross between a tape reel and a spinning wheel. Dude looked ridiculous throwing tape over his shoulder and we couldn't actually distinguish what kind of sound it made. I dunno. From there, more wandering and it was just insanely comfortable. Of course, it's up in the air like everything. I'm getting used to it.