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|Wednesday, May 2nd, 2007|
|ween ween ween
I'm seeing Ween on Friday! They still haven't cancelled it! Whee. I'm getting really excited. I haven't been to a bigger show in ages. I need to make a mix for the drive to New Orleans, and continue to procrastinate in protest of my end of the semester herd o'papers. Nikki is sure I'll be raped and killed once I get there, just for going to New Orleans on my own and has told me this several times. Colby tried to remind her that I am perfectly capable of "bashing skulls" and really, he could prove it to her by showing off bruises I gave him, at least someone's got confidence in my ability to remain unscathed. I'm just going to park as close as possible, plus it's Jazz Fest, so there will be a lot of people around, a lot of people to rape and kill, I guess, but also a lot of cops.
Tonight I'm going to the Hippo to see a band which has been labeled the most danceable band ever, the New Orleans Klezemer All Stars, or something very close to that. We'll see, danceableness, we'll see. Hopefully that dude who looks just like Yanni and keeps showing up at everything with his frightening mane of hair will be there and dancing in his ugg boots. No really, he has ugg boots and Yanni hair and a total perv stasche. He's scary. Current Mood: chipper
|Friday, April 6th, 2007|
I'm eating glorious imported smoky bacon crisps and I'm having the weirdest day ever. When I got home from dropping Bex in New Orleans at the busy and annoying airport, I ended up with some old worlds and some new worlds colliding, and apparently this is the year where I decide who I want to continue to be friends with and who I don't. Weird.
|Friday, March 2nd, 2007|
The second most searched thing on yahoo today is "Iowa Road Conditions," so I looked, and man, that's looking pretty shite. The majority of the state is listed as basically a no travel zone and around my home it's all "partly covered with snow, slush, and ice." Craptastic. I might have to helicopter home if it does not vastly improve and stop snowing within the next two weeks...sheesh. Current Mood: cranky
|Thursday, March 1st, 2007|
I'm in a mood to update my basically anonymous internet hole, so here goes...
Steve, I registered for Glastonbury, although I am still shit at emailing, but you will know the absolute second I get tickets because I think the joy will be too much to contain, and of course because you should be the first one I tell.
As of late I'm still working on the financial part of me getting back to the ENG this summer, and worrying a bit that I won't be able to get back to IA for spring break because of the demonic snowstorms that keep crossing the Midwest. I really want some of my records to be here with me in Mississippi, and of course to eat and meet up with Miss Measa, but I do not want to drive through sleet to do it with a roommate who's never seen the evils of snow before. However, it would only be weirdly circular that one other time I tried to bring peeps to Raven's Grin during spring break it snowed all shitty like and we couldn't go.
I participated in an art show, at first I got all haughty about it and was like, I don't know, I mean, I've exhibited in a gallery before and done a commission, I'm not sure if I want to, what's the space like, etc. etc. and then I realized that there's no point in caring about such things in a state where barely anyone knows me anyway. If anything it was just fun to do art, and I now need assigned reasons to do it. I made a poster for an imaginary band called Pestilence 5, made up of four skeletons and the guinea pig version of Glenn Danzig. It was pretty cute and I remember how to paint and do letters!! I guess certain muscle memories don't go away despite grad school doldrums. And I drank a lot and listened to a couple of the bands/dudes with guitars or laptops that played and talked to some dude who wants to manage a radio station and put a Dungeons and Dragons show on it, on Saturday night (hee hee); it was pretty fun.
Soon my NIN dvd will come to me in the mail, and I have already heard some of the tracks that ended up in bathrooms in Europe...and I'm pretty pleased...next up I must get my roommate to find me Grinderman (damn itunes for not putting things up on the US and UK stores simultaneously, and damn them even more for not letting me go back and forth when purchasing so that I have to resort to deviant methods of music acquiring that I don't normally like to do just to get new Nick Cave). Once again with the speaking of, I've met my first person in Mississippi who really likes Nick Cave and has seen him live too, and it's a girl! (actually quite the shock) She's totally not English either, she's in a band and sang this really fucked up and funny song about the Easter bunny and then was talking to me about how much she loves Mick Harvey.
Next week is midterm, which sucks, and so I'm ending with that down-ass note. I have to write three essays that are essentially about the history of the computer for Monday. Ew. Current Mood: quixotic
|Thursday, February 15th, 2007|
I haven't updated this in a while I guess, and it's a shame really to start with this, but I guess it doesn't really matter how I start again.
I came to this school in Mississippi solely because they do graduate study abroad. Now that same graduate study abroad, which really is the only thing that made me stay through the entire first semester (besides having met cool people), is preventing me from graduating in two years. This is very frustrating. Very, very frustrating. I decided not to finish the Anthro dual major because I didn't want to be here too long and the library school also quit offering one of the required courses for the dual major (nice, isn't it?). For someone like me, graduating in a timely fashion is quite the standard. 3 years for undergrad, one for MA, and now the only thing making me untimely is this fucking institution's ridiculous ideas about scheduling. The class I need is only being offered during spring semesters after this year (oh, and while I'm in England) and so I have to waste a semester doing classes that have no bearing on anything I want to do and then wait to finish. Fuck that shit. If school wasn't a means to not having to work on the phone and travel, I'd totally be quitting right about now.
Otherwise, I finally live with cool people and we had a potluck last weekend, it was very tasty. I made the puerco pibil from Once Upon a Time in Mexico and damn is that stuff good. I was worried about it because I had no idea what it was supposed to taste like and since it roasts for four hours I couldn't poke it and check to see if it tasted like ass. The potluck managed to decline into drunken standing around a fire and watching a lovely musician break pallets for more wood, or try to break them, there was one he couldn't handle and he refused to use the crobar. Current Mood: angry
|Thursday, November 9th, 2006|
|My heart is pounding in my chest at the proposition of new NC (get it?)
Nick Cave has a new band! I might be excited by this news. It says he plays guitar. Guitar!(!)_#($* And he has a moustache! Moustache! He looks kind of creepy, but I don't care! http://community.livejournal.com/ohnotheydidnt/9461623.html
This is quite possibly the most exciting thing that has happened to me since I found out NIN's touring again next year (Europe, but supposedly coming back here too) and putting out a live DVD. Kill me now before the anticipation forces me to freeze myself and come back when atheist otters rule the earth. Those otters were damn cute. Current Mood: heart beating too fast & loud
|Tuesday, November 7th, 2006|
|so, I know it seems like I'm dead, but I'm actually not...
I just wanted to make an internet note that I saw this dude dancing like a velociraptor on Saturday. It was the most hilarious thing I have witnessed since I got to Mississippi. Really.
The best part is, he apparently doesn't normally go velociraptor hands on it. According to Nikki, he normally does in fact dance with his legs spread apart as far as they can go, but his hands are usually balled up into little fists instead of the veloci-claws. But, we must assume, since there was a girl *dear god* dancing with him, he suddenly went extinct reptile. Plus everytime she tried to grind on his leg, which was hard because he's really tall even with his legs spread so far apart, he suddenly turned to the side. My theory is he got a stiffy and was trying to casually hide it, Nikki thinks he just doesn't have a clue about how to let girls grind on his leg, i.e. if a girl bothers to stick any part of you between her legs, savor the fucking moment, jerk, don't turn to the side like a fuckin' tool.
Also, I had fun dressed as a librarian on Halloween. I was once mistaken for Maggie Gyllenhaal in Secretary, which would have been a lot more fun if the chick who said it hadn't immediately followed up with, "She's creepy." Fuck that. Creepy? Whatever. And my glasses were stolen prior to that, and then I couldn't see for half an hour...that sucked...and then the same person who stole my glasses made me fall on the floor and then claimed that he couldn't see up my skirt.
Otherwise, I've been fucking buried by work. Grad school x2 sucks major balls. And it does make me ridiculously incommunicative. This week I have a group project and a cataloguing research paper! Whee! When I finish them, I think I'll reply to emails that have been neglected, just a warning to anyone paying attention. Current Mood: working
|Thursday, October 12th, 2006|
|I am only interrupting the glory that is my midterms for this...
Now, I'd heard this yesterday, but thought maybe it was crap, and then Charlotte sent me a BBC article confirming that is in fact true, Justin has left the Darkness. That little fucker. They put on such good shows...tigers...Dan... this sucks. I want to watch a 'demise of The Darkness' montage.
Now how am I supposed to write essays about subsistence economies and pot sherds? Curses. Current Mood: sad
|Tuesday, September 19th, 2006|
Sufjan is tonight! Whee!
I am ignoring 120 pages of reading to go, actually more, but I don't want to count the rest of it. And I'm skipping class. Which would be bad except showing up at these online classes is such a waste of time.
(for some reason the update bar says "update captain's log", that's odd.) Current Mood: conflicted
|Sunday, September 17th, 2006|
|In my displaced Iowa news...
In the only football game I ever care about, Iowa beat Iowa State! Good. Fuck Iowa State. :P
I also met some dude last night that owns a bagel shop here in MS, and is from Iowa City. Technically there's only five Iowans going to school here and he is not one of them...I wonder if I'll meet any other secret Iowans. I've noticed one Illinois and one Missouri plate in my parking lot, but no other Iowan ones on campus, not even a Dakota or a Nebraska. And I managed to sing a lot of the Log song from Ren and Stimpy and make a long commentary about Finnegan's Wake and Ulysses (neither of which I've read) while pretty off kilter. That's what happens when I finally get introduced to somebody in the USM grad writing program.
Lastly, Sufjan is on Tuesday and I have much of the research paper/reading crap to do before then. sucky. Current Mood: amused
|Sunday, September 10th, 2006|
|the day after that spirit journey formation anniversary
So I think overall I had another good birthday - not as fun as last year, but it's different when you know everyone super well and it's the end of the year. A lot of my people called me which made me all happy-like. And it was nice to have this whole MS experience get a bit better on that day, much nicer than after. And I didn't even see Vanilla Ice! I did see a lot of funny dancing though and I found Stella Artois.
It's weird but a lot of people here have the same cravings for Strongbow that I do, and it's not here. I'll have to stock up if I go home to IA. I told one of my fellow grad assistants that I had black currant at home (thanks Bex) and she got all excited. Then she told me about a Sufjan Stevens show in New Orleans on the 19th and told me I could ride with them. So, I consider that a nice-ass present, she also gave me some vegan gummi bears that were strangely tasty, I guess bone matter doesn't really do that much for gummis. It will be weird though, I haven't been to N.O. since like 1999, maybe earlier, it will be weird to see it how it is now. But still, Sufjan! He's hot.
And I watched Everything Is Illuminated. I like Alex - "Girls want to get carnal with me. It's probably because I am a premium dancer." Funky English is funny. Current Mood: lazy
|Saturday, September 9th, 2006|
|24 brand new sharpies, every color is mine.
And now, another quote from Mitch Hedberg (slightly belated usage):
"I have long hair, and see, people associate long hair with drug use. I wish long hair was associated with something other than drug use, like 'an extreme longing for cake'. People would see a guy with long hair and say "damn, that fucker eats cake, he's on bundt cake". Mothers telling their daughters "don't bring the cake-eater over here anymore, he smells like flour. Did you notice how his eyes widened when he found out your birthday was fast approaching?"
in three years it will be 09-09-09. creepy. Current Mood: good
|Saturday, September 2nd, 2006|
|So I was given the letter "T"
All right, so technically my itunes thinks that every song that begins with the word "the" counts as a "T," but I decided that was way too easy, so here goes -
Honorable mentions go to: "Take Take Take" - the White Stripes, "Taper Jean Girl" - Kings of Leon, "Tiger Lily" - the Bluetones, "Tits on the Radio" - Scissor Sisters, "Today" - Smashing Pumpkins, "Too High" - the Music, "Train" - Goldfrapp, and "Twilight" - the Raveonettes( A severed foot is the ultimate stocking stuffer, Mitch Hedberg and I agreeCollapse ) Current Mood: cranky
|Thursday, August 31st, 2006|
|online school sux
Yesterday I had to lead the online chat of the class I understand the least. I figured it was going to be funny, like, bad funny that I would groan over later when I had no participation points for leading chat like a total dumbass. And it was the first official, we must discuss the readings class.
I don't think I understood the readings. They had math and demographics and extremely cyclical charts in them with lots of arrows. It was not like any library experience I've ever had and there's a paper due on it next Friday. I wasn't looking forward to "teaching" it in any capacity. Plus these online classes are semi-ridiculous; it's hard to know if anyone's actually planning on answering when you pose a question, and some people think it's okay to answer in vague general statements (like the ones that made up the reading) instead of concrete examples. Especially this one lady. All she would say were random things like 'It's are job to help people find what they need to do their work and assignments. Done." And I'd be like, "Yeah, and?", wanted to say p.s. "it's 'our'," she did that like five times. I wanted, like, examples and stuff of how we do that correlated with the reading like how I asked the question, woman! Plus that lady insisted on talking like the whole time, frickin' suck up. So I also kept having to say, anyone else? Anyone? Anyone? I really, really wanted to say "Bueller?" but apparently online class chats are not the place for jokes and sarcasm...it says so in the protocol. Wank.
Anyway though, the prof didn't change any of my questions or interrupt and say we were off topic or anything and then she said I did an excellent job. I really hope so because I thought I managed to stay away from any topics that might actually be helpful really well, if I had been in my class I would have been like "what a waste of an hour and a half of my time. I can't get that back." Oh well. If she thinks I did okay it's good because I am one of two people in the class who have to lead chat TWICE. Originally I was listed as leading chat three times, there was a week in November that was like "Chatting With Rachel", but I am only supposed to have class on Wed, so I emailed her and thankfully got that part remedied, but fuck. I don't like leadership roles. I like the authorita, but no one can see my Aviator shades and bigwheel online. Current Mood: discontent
|Sunday, August 27th, 2006|
oh man. I just got back from acquiring fizzy drinks and distracting myself from all the reading I'm supposed to be doing...and it's a fuckload...but anyway, I saw a poster on the door saying that Vanilla Ice is going to be playing here..............ON MY BIRTHDAY. Fucking A. I feel cursed.
what does he even have to promote? I knew this birthday was going to be shite. Not as shite as previous birthdays and really, it would be hard to top last year, but still.
Why can't these dudes below (unless I fail at image uploading) play? that I would enjoy. Current Mood: sad panda
|Thursday, August 24th, 2006|
I just read on MSN that the JonBenet dude listened to Marilyn Manson. Actually, what they said was 'he listened to dark rock music, like that of Marilyn Manson.' Ha ha, I say, Oh did he now? Did he like "Cake and Sodomy"?
When is Marilyn Manson not going to come up in murder cases? It's pretty ridiculous. I want the next major serial killer to be a huge John Tesh fan and super vocal about it - "John Tesh made me want to kill!" That, I would understand. Current Mood: amused
|Is rehab for quitters?
Apparently Pete Doherty, the dude from Keane, and Justin 'Motherfucking Darkness' Hawkins are all in The Priory together...and they've supposedly become friends. Previously I was thinking maybe Justin's in there for alcohol related fun but now I'm thinking about that whole song about heroin...and how I usually like bands that have heroin addicts in them...so I think it's the smack. When he gets better they better bloody do a US tour, by then I might have enough money to see them and a better music show attending location. In the article I read about this it also said that Pete and Justin are special friends. We all know what that means, personally I prefer Pete with Carl. It's classic.
I went to my library program orientation thing yesterday and it was pretty fun. There was much talk of OCD, mild OCD anyway, and it felt familiar. But it seems like it's going to be a lot of technical reading which sounds totally boring. And there's only one boy and he's married. What the f? Why can't all MA programs be like Lancaster's in that department? Where's HP, at the very least? Today I have the anthro class and the anthro orientation - I'm hoping for some eye candy and big words. Current Mood: curious
|Tuesday, August 22nd, 2006|
|stop huffin' and a puffin' like a shasta beast
So I'm at school now. In Mississippi. It's hot and I've decided to change my major again. They offer a dual master's in Anthropology and Library Science, so I'm totally doing it. All the courses in my Library one are solely online, so I probably wouldn't see anyone else ever if I didn't add the Anthro major. A dual master's program seems very strange, but I've been assured that both of them count as full MA's and that it will not affect my ability to get just library jobs to pay off my demonic overlords at the Federal Stafford Loan office. This means that I'll have 5 degrees (2 BA's & 3 Master's - I think it works out as an MA, MLIS, and possibly an MS or something like that...Anthro shouldn't be under Arts but I have no clue) before I turn 26. I think I should be able to get a job then. One that doesn't involve phones. Crossing my fingers.
I was going to post about seeing Ryan Adams and AFI, but then I emailed Steve about it and forgot to post (or did I? I don't remember). That was at the beginning of this month. AFI had Dillinger Escape Plan opening for them which was damn exciting. They were super loud and super fast. So fun. I got a t-shirt with a bunch of bleeding wolves on it. I am kind of pissed that they didn't break anything - a dude Meas worked with said they tore out ventilation ducts and stuff when he saw them. And AFI were quite nice in person, although I've decided Jade is a unicorn - the hair, the all white outfit, he just looks like one. And Ryan was amazing and he had an Opus t-shirt on and I can't remember what Opus is from, it's been bugging me for a while. He also wore girl shoes and played mostly stuff off Heartbreaker.
I found Portrait of An American Family in a random sampling of tapes on my floor before I moved here and listened to it the whole way down. I forgot how much I like that record. "Misery Machine" how I've missed you.
And otherwise I've actually been writing a lot and I got Death By Sexy. Brian K told me that Eagles of Death Metal were shit in person, but this record is fucking great. It's all catchy and has a song about a "Shasta Beast" that came up on my itunes as "Shasta Besat," I'm impressed.
I've also been listening to the new Kasabian single a lot today, and I'm not a fan of the beginning, but then it gets better. I hope their second album doesn't suck. I won't be able to spend as much time drunkenly dancing to it as I did the first one, and I think that's why I was able to put up with some of the more Stones Rosesy riffs...we shall see.
My classes start tomorrow. Worrisome. Current Mood: contemplative
|Saturday, July 22nd, 2006|
|I like the curves of my communist
So now I'm back from the Tin House workshop deal. All I can say is I love Steve Almond more than I should.
It's hard not to though, as a workshop instructor he's the shit. He shut down any and all off topic diatribes, got straight to the point of everybody's pieces, and was hilarious while doing it. Apparently his students get all pissy when he shuts down their interpretations, but to me it was endearing.
He's also pretty hot(so of course, is his pregnant wife, goddamnit). Way hotter in person than he looks in his author photos. He smells good too. And he'll at least go down on girls before prematurely ejaculating. What a sweetheart. (Just a note on that one - most of his stories seem completely autobiographical even if they're not, and they often include the Steve character going down on chicks, and in his new co-written novel there's a lovely scene about prematurely ejaculating after just a 'stro-' not even a whole stroke, hee hee)
He somehow seemed to know exactly what I was missing from my mixes made by other people collection - and also managed to include the title song of one of my chapters in the novel he read the beginning of (and loved, by the way, like literally he said he loved it more than once in print and I had to confront him about being too nice to me and he said mine was 'his kind of writing,' which, yeah, I thought so too, but I honestly never expected someone I like as much as him to say that).
I could seriously write a novel about how impressed and pleased I am by Steve Almond, but, I think I already wrote enough here - if I was reading it I'd probably be annoyed by now. It's so weird when my life's going all positive though, I feel wrong.
Most of the other people in that workshop were cool too, and I was the youngest again, but this time the next oldest person was 24, and also very cute. I won't go into everyone, but really, these workshops I've done have been totally functional and I really like the people I've met. It's nice to be around serious writing people again for a while. I actually had fun talking writing this whole time, normally I'd be all like fuck that, I hate talking about concepts like defamiliarization, but when Anthony Doerr does the lecture and makes it fucking funny I realize why I'm trying to do this in the first place. And I randomly wrote a short story one morning. I also normally do no writing at all during writing conferences (or weeks away at Lumb Bank).
It was funny too, the most boring of the readings was the Michael Ondaatje one. He was totally montone, but then when people started asking him questions and we found out that he writes the first five drafts of his novels longhand he was much more entertaining. (Steve says he writes his first seven drafts longhand. Burn.)
Also, here's my randomly included list of top 5 books I would recommend to other people, if anyone ever asked me -
1. My Life in Heavy Metal - Steve Almond (this is totally responsible for me wanting to work with him)
2. Fargo Rock City - Chuck Klosterman
3. Stranger Things Happen - Kelly Link
4. The World According to Garp - John Irving
5. (tie) - The Evil B.B. Chow and Other Stories and Magic for Beginners (Steve Almond and Kelly Link) - it's really funny that I have four books of short stories vying in here. And they said the short story was dead. Whatever. I read what I want. Current Mood: devious
|Monday, June 12th, 2006|
|full of broken thoughts I cannot repair...not really though
So I am now done with my first conference/workshop thingie post the disenchanting reality that is an MA. At first it was just really confusing, I thought in Lancs that I was writing slightly more mainstream lit fiction, then when I got to Harpers Ferry it was all like, no, you're not really writing mainstream lit fiction, it's more like normal literary fiction, and that's not really very marketable anyway.
Then I had to defend my choice of subject matter a bit, in a way that wasn't defensive of course, and I didn't find out until the end of the conference that my defense got me some respect from the director instead of making me seem like a writing Veruca Salt, which how I thought it came off to him. I should probably mention that no one else really defended their work, or had to, and not because it was phenomenal or anything, but just because they didn't see the point of doing so...I can't really understand why people would want to spend 400 pages writing about something they're not interested in defending, maybe just me. But, everyone at the conference was at least five, if not fifteen or twenty, years older than me. Being 23 worked to my advantage in a really weird way.
So anyway, it went from confusion and defence to my pitches being pretty well liked by the first agent and then the woman who discovered Tom Clancy giggled at me and said I had a great pitch and good credentials. I don't officially have an agent now, but I do have some other stuff that's pretty fucking important, like the knowledge that according to the director of the conference, (whom anyone who reads this is totally free to question the legitimacy of who's telling me things and whether or not they're really true but I'm not going to give a shit if anyone does), that I am, quote, 'a damn good writer.' This is based on the first four pages of my novel and a totally random out of context section of dialogue from the middle of the book that he wouldn't believe was a first draft. He also said that I 'definitely have what it takes to make it' in the publishing industry, I think he based that on my defense of my work and my understanding that an agent or book editor is only going to need maybe one page of work before they decide about me. So I'm supposed to call him when I'm done revising and we'll see what can be done with getting my work published. Dates with Trent and Aaron from NIN can only follow that. hee hee
Of course, once I'm done he could change his mind, but right now I don't care. I've got an opportunity to be what I've wanted to be since I was 8, and that's a lot more than what I started with, so fuck yeah. And my main reasons for going there were to find out how to pitch agents and see if my work was worth the trouble and fun financial destitution. So it is.
I also got into USM with an assistantship, so my road to sassy librarian is going to start Augustish too.
Now I get to go see what Steve Almond thinks of me, thankfully I sent him the first pages of my novel so I'll be getting advice on how to make them fucking amazing, should help in the whole revision process.
And now I'm hanging with Measa and Mark in the colonial part of the country, which is pretty fun. I celebrated my reassurance that a writer's life is worth it by buying three books by two guys named Chuck and eating an extremely impressive cheeseburger. And Mark became the second person in two weeks to get where I got a character's name from...first at Harpers Ferry actor Tom from Manhattan got that Moriarty is like DEAN Moriarty and not Sherlock Holmes Moriarty and then Mark got that the whole reason Snow White is Snow White is because of Donald Barthelme's version, it's kind of shocking to me when people actually 'get' my work. Usually I figure I layered it with too many inside jokes or my not obscure literary references were too obscure when paired with Beavis and Butthead jokes. Current Mood: a bit fucked really