Oh, man... This is for Z and those in peril on the snowboard.
If you want to watch another one, check out blogos. You're gonna laugh. Promise.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
I do nothing.
In between re-writing conclusions and reformatting stupid citations for an essay about ideology and historical reenactment, I have been playing a fun new Internet game.
1. First, you need a band name. Visit http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random - the first article title on the page is the name of your band.
2. Second, your debut album needs a title! Visit http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3 - the last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album. PERSONAL NOTE: You may have to make the page generate another list - I got the exact same page a few times when I clicked this. Avoid "From Ever Doing So."
3. And finally, we need some cover art. Check out http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/ - the third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.
4. Use your graphics program of choice to throw them together, and you're set!
My band is named "Valeriy Petrakov" and the title of the album (artwork to the right) is "Group of Human Beings."
HELLO, DETROIT! WE ARE VALERIY PETRAKOV, AND WE WILL ROCK YOU.
1. First, you need a band name. Visit http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random - the first article title on the page is the name of your band.
2. Second, your debut album needs a title! Visit http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3 - the last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album. PERSONAL NOTE: You may have to make the page generate another list - I got the exact same page a few times when I clicked this. Avoid "From Ever Doing So."
3. And finally, we need some cover art. Check out http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/ - the third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.
4. Use your graphics program of choice to throw them together, and you're set!
My band is named "Valeriy Petrakov" and the title of the album (artwork to the right) is "Group of Human Beings."
HELLO, DETROIT! WE ARE VALERIY PETRAKOV, AND WE WILL ROCK YOU.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
Borscht
Really does taste a little bit like dirt. In a good way. But I don't think I'd eat it all the time, if I had my druthers.
Also, it's been, like, ten years since Matrix came out, and I have seen it many times. But that part at the beginning, when Trinity is running from that agent, still takes my breath away.
The key to enjoying Matrix? Simple--in my family, we do not acknowledge the existence of the third Aliens movie or the third Matrix movie. Hence, no dead Ripley, and no bum revolution.
We prefer to dwell on possibility.
Also, it's been, like, ten years since Matrix came out, and I have seen it many times. But that part at the beginning, when Trinity is running from that agent, still takes my breath away.
The key to enjoying Matrix? Simple--in my family, we do not acknowledge the existence of the third Aliens movie or the third Matrix movie. Hence, no dead Ripley, and no bum revolution.
We prefer to dwell on possibility.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Today is Saturday
And I stayed out too late last night. So much dancing, so much East Village, so much eighties music. And then the Stupid LIRR.
But never fear... I am making borscht (with the beets that came in my veg-in-a-box produce delivery yesterday), and I am listening to "Our Hearts Don't Slide" from The Hood Internet. (Thanks to BV for the rec.)
Careful... it's addictive.
But never fear... I am making borscht (with the beets that came in my veg-in-a-box produce delivery yesterday), and I am listening to "Our Hearts Don't Slide" from The Hood Internet. (Thanks to BV for the rec.)
Careful... it's addictive.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Snakes in a doorway
One of my very earliest memories
Is of the king snake.
It had gotten into our house, somehow—through
The air conditioning vents, the boys told us—
And it was relaxing in the dark coolness.
I was young, three or four,
I was walking from the hallway into a bedroom,
And I saw a colorful scarf lying in the doorway,
Catching the sunlight from outside.
I reached down to touch it
And it slithered through my toddler hands
To escape behind the door.
The king snake is a good snake,
The boys said later…
The boys that my mother called to catch the snake.
It is a hunter of bad snakes and rodents—
Eating poisonous things,
Rooting out scavengers.
I have vague memories of the king snake…
It was beautiful,
Lounging in the doorway
And then, two days later,
Stretched in a front window,
A living letter S between the glass and the blinds…
Arcing up into the sunlight,
Ancient and determined.
I touched the snake,
Accidentally.
And I am afraid of it, still,
That strange, cold muscle,
That single-minded undulation.
But, every once in a while,
I recall the primitive beauty of the snake,
Its delicious, seductive foreignness,
And the way the boys spoke so breathlessly,
Of its quest
Into the abyss.
Is of the king snake.
It had gotten into our house, somehow—through
The air conditioning vents, the boys told us—
And it was relaxing in the dark coolness.
I was young, three or four,
I was walking from the hallway into a bedroom,
And I saw a colorful scarf lying in the doorway,
Catching the sunlight from outside.
I reached down to touch it
And it slithered through my toddler hands
To escape behind the door.
The king snake is a good snake,
The boys said later…
The boys that my mother called to catch the snake.
It is a hunter of bad snakes and rodents—
Eating poisonous things,
Rooting out scavengers.
I have vague memories of the king snake…
It was beautiful,
Lounging in the doorway
And then, two days later,
Stretched in a front window,
A living letter S between the glass and the blinds…
Arcing up into the sunlight,
Ancient and determined.
I touched the snake,
Accidentally.
And I am afraid of it, still,
That strange, cold muscle,
That single-minded undulation.
But, every once in a while,
I recall the primitive beauty of the snake,
Its delicious, seductive foreignness,
And the way the boys spoke so breathlessly,
Of its quest
Into the abyss.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Things that are happening Right Now
1) I am cleaning up my old computer for my mom. I gave her my laptop for Christmas (I know, I know, what a cheap bastard I am... not even buying my dear mom a new computer for the holiday. You try buying new computers for the holiday on a New York Assistant Professor salary there, big talker). The cleaning up means several things: first, I must arrange and name her new bookmarks. Second, I must walk her through some of the differences between Macs and PCs. Third, I must re-locate my music from this computer to my new one... which is an exercise in frustration and four letter words. It took me FOUR HOURS last night to transfer music from my Mac-formatted iPod to my PC. Oy. And now the music does not actually have any names... just weird codes. My rose-tinted Apple crush is rapidly mutating.
2) I am deciding how to get various Santa-granted goodies from Alabama to New York. There will be some mailing, oh yes.
3) I am admiring pictures.
4) I am pretending I am 10 years old again, hanging with my super-cool-I-wish-I-could-be-as-cool-as-they-are cousins, and listening to this band. Yum.
5) I am looking forward to being back in the North. But I am going to miss my mom something awful.
2) I am deciding how to get various Santa-granted goodies from Alabama to New York. There will be some mailing, oh yes.
3) I am admiring pictures.
4) I am pretending I am 10 years old again, hanging with my super-cool-I-wish-I-could-be-as-cool-as-they-are cousins, and listening to this band. Yum.
5) I am looking forward to being back in the North. But I am going to miss my mom something awful.
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