Does anyone ever even really read these except to delete the old answers to put in their new ones?

What is your idea of perfect happiness?
Being at the Ocean

What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
Selfishness

What is the trait you most deplore in others?
Rudeness

What is your greatest extravagance?
Coffee

What is your current state of mind?
Frustrated

What do you consider the most overrated virtue?


On what occasion do you lie?
very rarely

What do you dislike most about your appearance?
My chin, and my hair

What is the quality you most like in a man?
Tie! Smart and Kindness

What is the quality you most like in a woman?
Same

Which living person do you most admire?
Maybe none

Which words or phrases do you most overuse?
Swear words

What or who is the greatest love of your life?
Aleistar CoCo Tunahead

When and where were you happiest?
You know when that was

Which talent would you most like to have?
Be good at playing instruments

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
To have more patients, be more stable

What do you consider your greatest achievement?


If you were to die and come back as a person or thing, what do you think it would be?
Maybe a little bird

Where would you like to live?
New York City

What is your most treasured possession?
My copy of on the road

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?


What is your most marked characteristic?
My sass

Who are your favorite writers?
David Foster Wallace, Jack Kerouac

Who is your favorite hero of fiction?
Dora Spenlow

Which historical figure do you most identify with?


Who are your heroes in real life?
People who are true to themselves

What is your greatest regret?
I've had a few, but then again too few to mention

How would you like to die?
A long time from now

What is your motto?
Don't Dream It, Be It

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

Speaking of -- LOOK AT THAT CHICKEN HEAD!



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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!

THe Wreslter!

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



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

Superbed

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.

"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.

"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

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

Just 11 hours 42 mins to go!

Yippee! It is almost Halloween! YOu know what that means! THe best TV shows! Free for all Candy! Buckets of fake blood!

I was reading this on Gawker about what your Halloween Costume says about you and it was medium funny but I loved this part:

"We are, after all, grownups, who—as banal and depressing as this may sound—appreciate things like decorum and the fact that tomorrow Bob with the guts spilling out and Sarah with the corn syrup smeared all over her face will be reporting to their cubicles or their classrooms or wherever it is they go about working. "



UMMMMM how did Gawker know?! Did they look at my profile picture! Holy Smokes! Get ready for Scarrrrrrryyy

It's starting to get dark early

Yikes! Things have gotten gray and cold fast in the Northwest, and I have made you a little mix tape to celebrate the gloom. I feel like this selection of songs sum up how I have been feeling lately and I hope you like it!

It Must Be Fall in Seattle

PS I know the first track doesn't work. . . :(

The strangest of nights.

The Rite Aid down town is going out of business- the slowly vacating store was spooky, aisles filled with nothing but off brand cough suppressants and crock pots stacked half-hazardly, followed by aisles empty shelves slightly sagging slightly left. It looked like a supermarket that had been raided post-Zombie apocolypes. Stacks of loose batteries locked under glass where cameras once were and the Tic Tac rack by the checkout re-stocked with adult lubricant. I wasn't sure if I would be jumped or find a secret passage way. Fake Eyelashes, Windcatchers made out of Seashells, organic tooth paste all slashed 20 to 60% from the last marked price. This is just a word to the wise, the head manager of Rite Aid's last gasp was overstocking on every type of Halloween Candy, so if you plan to be home this October 31st you may want to stop there first.

By the time I got out of there, it was raining like a film noir: cold, dark, sideways, the stoplight reflection stretching for blocks. I pulled my hood up splashing six or so blocks only to realize I had no change. I ducked into a coffee shop and bought a light blueberry Yoplait, and was served by the nicest barista I have ever met. If he wasn't fantastically gay, I would have thought he was in love with me. Re-hooded I could see my bus cross the light two blocks away and I ran full tilt, yogurt in one hand, discounted drugstore products swinging from the other, and just made it before it roared away. Someone seated behind me was smoking pot. Off the bus I walked home chased by strange shadows and thoughtful questions from my Ipod "Where Is Pink?"







PS (back to my more comfortable literary voice): HOLY SMOKES Gossip Girl is OUT of CONTROL! The string quartet's cover of Hysteria by Muse at the Yale Party was quite the touch

liquid hot viral vel-vet-(ta)!

WHOA more viral video Act-shun The National covering Velvet Underground- awesome. . .

PS Hey The National, I like you but that is not very good dancing by you. Sorry!

Oh also! I have to stop watching the Sopranos before bed because
A) I am going to get fat because whenever I watch that show I always want to eat Lasagna and despite being a very active girl, no one can have too many late night pasta parties without packing on the pounds like a pachyderm
B) it makes me super violent! No, not really. BUT post Sopranos I always want to punch people as a matter of honor or some nonsense like that especially in my dreams, and I frequently think how much easier business negotitations would be if I was Tony Soprano
C) I have already watch in roughly the last two or three weeks 57-60 hours of the Sopranos. That's too much. It's too much. My eyes are starting to google out. And there is STILL a season and a half to go. I am starting to feel like the Sopranos are people I actually know and relating things on the show to things that are happening/have happend in my life. YIKES!

"It was such a funny feeling. . . it’s so cold in Alaska"

You should watch this now!

from Berlin: Live at St. Ann's Warehouse, holy smokes wait until the last 30 seconds when Antony Hegarty's vocals kick in

Angels, Knights, and Michael Cera

Did anyone else catch the Saturday Knights on the latest episode of Entourage? That is awesome, and I really couldn't be more happy for them

Speaking of, when did Weezer get good again? I think it must have been about a year ago? Maybe not so much on the records, but they were out of control at the key arena last night, highlights including Suzanne, Say It Ain't So, Jonas, Pink Triangle, a Pink Floyd cover and lots to knee slides and trampoline jumping. Considering their some what disasterous last Key Arena Appearance it was quite the pleasant delight. Another plesant suprise- how great was Angels and Airwaves!? Their stage set up was great, sounded good, good light show including one of the best rock moves I've seen in awhile- turning all the stagelights off (I believe this is called fade to black) and then Tom DeLong danced around with two halogen mini flashlights. Ok it sounds stupid when I type it out- but it was awesome when it happend and hey! Not expensive (compared to the rest of their light show which was very expensive)

And on to less awesome things- who gives a fuck what is on Michael Cera's Ipod? Tiger Beat? And confidentially to Michael Cera-yeah right, Kat Dunnings or whatever your name is- you make me want to puke

I want to watch the world burn burn burn

I'm just saying, and not bitterly, that most of the smarter/interesting people I know are not terribly successful, or for that matter even that happy. Or for that matter are even happy at all period. It's is this weird goal, unattainable even, that ultimately amounts to. . . ? Extensive knowledge of art, rock, limited edition chuck taylors (all dear topics) is essentially useless past the age of say- 25? And its like- what kind of world have we been preparing for?





I've heard folks talk about the power of smell, and how it is the sense most closely tied to memory. I was in the Body Shop (not to be confused with the place where you take your car, I mean the shop where you buy the lotions). ANYWAY I have been a fan of Body Shop Products, wearing different fragrances by them on and off since I was 18 years old or so- so not quite 10 years but walking through the store, smelling the various smells I have worn -it was disconcerting. It took me right back to that place and that time when that was my personal fragrance- Places, people, good and bad decisions. It is hard to put this feeling into words.

Anyway,

Would you maybe love for this to be your personal library?

I would. Are you kidding me I don't even want this for my personal library- I just want it to be a library that I can go to!

Have you seen this program Mad Men? I (like everyone else apparently) enjoy it very much. I am not even sure why I like it so much, but not least of which is there is a charcter, Joan,who is a total babe but umm thick?! Not fat but stacked! This has been my clothing inspiration all the week OK to be Curvy.

AND THIS
ha ha ha!

OH NOES!

RUPERT THE LIL'EST DEER DIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!1!! He died from being too little

Here is a moving tribute video to help you cope

Tribute To Rupert: It's So Hard To Say Goodbye from Sara Schaefer on Vimeo.

Smells like woman, leads like a man

WHAT THE FRENCH TOAST!!?! Why is Evening Magazine on instead of The Office? This makes me GROUCH-CHEE

It is not easy being a woman, let me tell you Bob. Watching the VP Debates tonight, I was more than a little torn. I do not personally support the McCain Palin ticket, but I do want Sarah Palin to do well as a woman. It is so frustrating for me to watch coverage of her- about her hair, her beauty pagents when she was in highschool, photoshopping her head on a bikini body, etc etc etc. I will never watch Entertainment Tonight again (a stern vow considering I only have seven channels and one is Telemundo) because they featured an expose on Sarah Palin's dress size. Excuse me?!

Now, this is not to say that Sarah Palin is beyond reproach, certianly she is not! But please be critical on her lack of experience or her views on creationism, not how much her jacket cost. I can not think of a person off hand who's political view is more opposite of my own (short of Elizabeth Hasselback) but part of me wants to see her be sucessful (not too sucessful) but at least compentant, smart and strong to pave the way for the woman who will eventually be right to be president.

On a totally different note are you ready for the cutest fucking thing you will see all day:



Its the worlds smallest deer!! Look how tiny it is! It was just born! Here it is with a beanie baby! It is so little that it can't even keep its eyes open!



YOu can read all about it here

Devil Dog

I honestly can not tell you why this makes me laugh so hard everytime I watch it. Maybe because I have a demon child cat of my own but everytime I watch this it cracks me up and I want to adopt this dog so bad.

I can't even really imagine how fun it would be to walk this dog