Wednesday, November 26, 2008

I want to bite it's head off

If this was my cat it would be tragic because it would be like Lennie in Of Mice and Men except instead of petting it too hard it would be from kissing it too many times on its adorable face.

Alesitar is obvs the best, handsomest cat in the whole world hands (paws) down with the best looking face and best everything. But this is a pretty close second


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Monday, November 24, 2008

For reals yo, you are lucky to be reading this blog right now as I put my life and the life of my little cat in serious jepoardy (NOT the teen edition). Long story short I started hardboiling some eggs for lunch today and forgot, slept through the night with the stove top on and woke up to a ruined pot filled with charred egg and no water as it all evaporated. It is funny to me because I am so careful I always triple check everything (iron unplugged, space heater off, etc) but last night I faild in my basic ability as an adult.

I understand I have a flare for the dramatic- but sometimes I wonder if a lot of interesting things happen to me or I only impose interest upon otherwise pedestrian.

My downstairs neighbor only listens to classic rock radio and pracitices on electric guitar all day, meaning A) my life is currently soundtracked by pink floyd and B) my floor vibrates along with the guitar solos.

the New Yorker Fiction Podcast (the most recent one) was Shirly Jackson's The Lottery. Do you remember this story? I am sure you read it in high school or at least pretended to read it. As they discussed in the New Yorker Podcast, how everyone has to read it! And the reason for this was so lovely as "it's taught at at time in our lives where we are just waking up to the oddity of things and the terror that is everyday life" (slight paraphrase) as the reader A M Homes pointed out. But what I also forgot was how good the story was, how perfectly Jackson captures the feeling of a slightly nervous group of aquantiences, the slow build of horror to the last line which is perfect. And 1948!

PS if you need to kill 20 minutes and you are nerdy like me about stop motion animation check out this site!

Friday, November 21, 2008

THe Wreslter!

2008 was the year of my favs director PTAnderson . . .

BUT 2009 will be the year of my other favs director Darren Aronofsky


NOT to be confused with a Superfight (SUPERFIGHT!)

But I have a lifetime dream of laziness finally established: A room of bed or a bedroom containing one Superbed:

You can see my cat and my computer for a little scale. The picture honestly doesn't do the Superbed justice. It is one full sized bed (my old bed) now with a new queen sized bed next to it, the two beds morphed into one Superbed that takes over my entire bedroom. Best bed ever. To give you some perspective, the bed is about seven feet long and ten feet across. IN other words, we could shoot a Prince music video in my room now. The only bummer is that it is almost impossible to walk around my bedroom anymore and that my sheets don't match (as sheet sizes only go up to King and not Super. So I may A) buy a good used parachute for a comforter or B sew my sheets together into a crazy giant patchwork.
Hey new subject: Who is sick of Twilight? I know this is old news but watching that boy vampire (whatever his name is) shout to underage girls "WHy do you love me? Tell me why?" on the Today Show was a little much.

Monday, November 10, 2008

"People seem to be getting dumber and dumber. I mean we have all this amazing technology and yet computers have turned into basically four figure wank machines. The Internet was supposed to set us free, democratize us, but all it’s really given us is Howard Dean’s aborted candidacy and 24-hour a day access to kiddie porn, you know. And people don’t write anymore, they blog; instead of talking, they text; no punctuation, no grammar. LOL this and LMFAO that. You know it just seems to me that it’s just a bunch of stupid people psuedo-communicating with a bunch of other stupid people in a proto-language that resembles more what cavemen used to speak than the king’s English" - Californication

IN the last two weeks I have watched all of Season One and all the existing episodes of Season Two of Californication. THis may be the best show on TV or at least (big distinction) my favorite show on TV. I love it, in all it's filthy glory. (And it is very dirty- so full disclaimer it is not for everyone) David Duchovny is SO good, he is unbelieveably good as the key character. Complicaticed, despicable, likeable and entirely effortless. It really feels like this is David Duchovny in real life, like he is saying the things he would really say in such a situation.

Plus, lets not kid ourselves, I love anything about alchololic writers and the struggle for meaning. And this may be my favorite part of the show, David Duchovny's struggle for meaning in a world completely superficial. And he rejects it, and then he indulges in it, then hates himself for it, then rejects it then indulges again. This is such a human movement and an arc of character I relate to more and more as I get older.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

"there is this existential loneliness in the real world. I don't know what you're thinking or what it's like inside you and you don't know what it's like inside me. In fiction I think we can leap over that wall itself in a certain way. . .There's a kind of Ah-ha! Somebody at least for a moment feels about something or sees something the way that I do. It doesn't happen all the time. It's these brief flashes or flames, but I get that sometimes. I feel unalone -- intellectually, emotionally, spiritually. I feel human and unalone and that I'm in a deep, significant conversation with another consciousness in fiction and poetry in a way that I don't with other art." --D.F.W

With increacing frequence I google interviews with David Foster Wallace when I can't sleep (please see footnote one). I find safety in the way his words move (outside of their purpose for furthering the plot) elegantly falling in line. I found this article on Salon where he talks about Infinite Jest and answers a lot of the questions I have had about the book. It is nice because so much that is published about DFW is lurid details aboout his death, his affairs with horrible Elizabeth Wurtzel etc etc and even exploring how unhappy he was in his life, how lonely and miserable and painful he had become.

I love reading him talk passionately. Honestly I love reading anyone articulate passionately. As a society we have become ashamed I think of open adulation, of taking pure and sincere delight in things.

If you are interested in an effortless work of genious read this: Little Expressionless Animals

Footnote one: This is a new development since his death, for some reason I find it tremendously comforting

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Shadow 86

As much as I appreciate and enjoy quiet singer song writers/math rock/shoegazing beats it is nice every once in awhile to have one's face melted by rock. Mike McCready's Jimmy Hendrix tribute band Shadow '86 (at the Showbox on Tuesday night at the "Get Out and Vote Party)" fulfilled all my teen-age boy desires- their set dirty vibrating and incredibly loud.

Let me say, I have seen Pearl Jam several times and I am a little ashamed to admit how much I underestimated McCready's - my attitude being like "whatever, Pearl Jam is good, Eddie Vedder is handsome and that is the end of the story" BUT he is an UNBELIEVEABLE guitar player! It is very rare, but every once in awhile a band sort of assaults me with a wave of rock creating a tickly desire like when you fight or have sex and after Shadow '86 brief set (only five songs including Voodoo Child, Little Wing, All Along the Watch Tower and a spot on rendition of the Star Spangled Banner) I had a strong urge to do both. At times Mike McCready slung his guitar and played it behind his back blind and I fully expected the band to smash their instruments (he didn't, it just felt like he did). I was reminded what how rock is suppose to function..

Pearl Jam is a band unabashed about sharing their influences (I can't see an artist from the late Seventies without running into Eddie Vedder performing a few songs) and it was exciting to watch someone finally enjoy what they were doing so much and take their audience with them.

On the flip side I guess Tom Morello played last night, but Im sorry to say I didn't stick around. One: It was already to late at night for this old lady and two his Bob Dylan-eqsue sincerity, while admirable, makes me bored. He is a really great song writer, his songs are good blah blah blah. . . but when he talks, I always feel like he is talking down to me and I really couldn't stand the idea any more celebrities urging me to vote.

PS Dropping some cocktail fodder Shadow 86 is made up of members of McCready's 1986 band Shadow. Mike also performs with a UFO tribute band called "Flight to Mars"

The Boom Heard Around the I-5 Corridor

It is tough for me to get pulled away from Halloween festivities for any reason, even for my one true love of Rock which I hope helps you understand how pumped I was to see The Sonics reunion show on Friday night. Also, because it was Halloween you will forgive me for being late to the rock show- meaning I missed all of opening band and Tacoma treasure Girl Trouble (except for the last few notes of My Hometown which was being pumped into the ladies rest room over the house PA and sounded great) BUT despite this minor set back the show was everything it should have been, silly, fun and packed with aging alternative fans dancing like. . . well drunk aging alternative fans.

If you don't know about The Sonics, think of them like this- If The Pixies are the "Founders of Alternative" and The Velvet Underground are "The Grandfathers of Alternative," then The Sonics would be like your slightly crazed Great Great Uncle who you only got to meet once when you were really young and then he died and you always kind of regretted being a punky kid and not hanging with him when you had the chance. Only in this scenario the cool Great Uncle/The Sonics weren't dead, He/They were actually just in hiding out in the basement of Bob's Java Jive in Tacoma with his younger German girlfriend- you know the one with the bangs- and popped up out of no where declaring they were playing a one time reunion show at the Paramount on Halloween.

The Sonics sounded great, despite the fact that they have to be in their late sixties- just loud and fuzzy and everything a rock show should be. They were introduced by garage rock superfan Steven Van Zandt who brought such a sense of novelty to the proceedings that even The Sonics wondered aloud about, pointing out twice that hey -"That's the guy from The Sopranos" when he joined them on guitar during Have Love Will Travel.

The worst part of this show was having to explain a million times that I was not going to see the defunct basketball team on Friday night but the True Sonics, who have remained loyal to the North West and hopefully are what the term Sonic will be remember for in regard to Seattle