fuck you chuck klosterman
A couple of my reviews made it onto BYT's list of "best music writing of the year," which is not saying much.
bros over hohohos
my dad sent me this from when my parents had my 3 brothers over to their house in Kansas City for latkes on december 25. ours is a confusing faith. but this picture makes me laff out loud.
notice the sweatshirts: Indianapolis (Colts! used to be in Baltimore!) and Maryland (muhfukkin Colts used to be in Baltimore!). pride.
archiving is boring, sorry, University of Maryland grads you know who you are
my last day at work is this wednesday, so i spent all day cleaning out my computer files. I had a bunch of compromising photos saved in my personal folder that I had to get rid of quick, so I uploaded them to flickr for your viewing pleasure. these are from all time periods, all brands of shenanigans, but you can't look if you're not my flickr friend, so stop trying pervo.
they sure are starting early these days
this is the onesie that my boss bought her friends who recently had a baby. they live in Virginia and thought this would be appropriate. turns out it wasn't.
after the money's gone
i'm back from NYC. this weekend my friend from college was up there for work and his company threw a swanky awards party at a club in honor of green businesses. There was open bar and gift bags full of organic coffee and makeup and shiz. There were also fake celebrities such as that one girl from Bring it On and Serena's gay brother from Gossip Girl. Then we went to a club where LiLo and SamRo had apparently just left and some bigwig with my friend's company bought us a private table with bottle service and like a personal champagne slave. The club was full of hella douchey guys but they were playing jamz so i dry humped with abandon. That was the highlight of my trip, but other activities included bagels, pizza, dirty stoli martinis, more jamz at douchey hotel bars, Princess Superstar spinning at the worst little rave in brooklyn, brunch at the most delicious egg house in Williamsburg, coffee, naps and Mtv, ramen bowl on stools in front of fogged window at vietnamese hole in wall in the village. then i nearly barfed on a small child in front of 30 rock and it was time to catch the bolt home.
click for pix.
click for pix.
this is not a fashion blog
however, i just want to look like this all the time. every day. please and thank you.
winters love
this is the view out my window from a lying upside down position. its getting cold outside and when i ride my bike my face gets snotty. and now that i have a super awesome head protecting helmet with chin strap i look so totally cool. hopefully next time i dive into the concrete head first i will not get a permanent concussion with forehead lumps to go.
BREAKING NEWS
omg i just saw the new video for mrs. officer. its awesome.
EXTRA BREAKING NEWS: here it is. courtesy of albanian pirated tv.
you're welcome.
EXTRA BREAKING NEWS: here it is. courtesy of albanian pirated tv.
you're welcome.
blue monday
i have the day off so i made this mix in honor of breaking up.
bad for friends, good for jams.
and not jams
bad for friends, good for jams.
and not jams
tellem where you stay, pt 10000
I'm going out of town. again. dear god.
over the past few years i have developed a debilitating phobia of flying. and lately, with all the travel i've been doing, its jamakin me crazy. the first thing i do when i get on a plane is size up my seat-mate to see who i'm going to die next to. when i went to san francisco in august, i sat next to this nice, young jewish mother and her well-behaved baby boy named Matan, which she told me means gift in Hebrew. I totally felt good dying next to them. but that is the exception. i flew back from kc a couple weeks ago and i cried the whole flight. i was sitting next to this big guy with a bluetooth in his ear who didn't even notice that i was hyperventilating with snot running down my face. what an asshole.
and so, i give you this video montage to help me elude death, one more time. let us pray:
oh yeah i'll be in albuquerque until saturday. peace bitches.
over the past few years i have developed a debilitating phobia of flying. and lately, with all the travel i've been doing, its jamakin me crazy. the first thing i do when i get on a plane is size up my seat-mate to see who i'm going to die next to. when i went to san francisco in august, i sat next to this nice, young jewish mother and her well-behaved baby boy named Matan, which she told me means gift in Hebrew. I totally felt good dying next to them. but that is the exception. i flew back from kc a couple weeks ago and i cried the whole flight. i was sitting next to this big guy with a bluetooth in his ear who didn't even notice that i was hyperventilating with snot running down my face. what an asshole.
and so, i give you this video montage to help me elude death, one more time. let us pray:
oh yeah i'll be in albuquerque until saturday. peace bitches.
are you there god?
its me, native american medicine wheel team building leadership exercise they made us do today.
my wind direction is SOUTH.
I:
weigh all sides of issues
use data analysis and logic
am seen as practical and thorough in task situations
am introspective, self-analytical
can become stubborn and entrenched in position
may appear cold, withdrawn
haterz f$%& whatever you say
cuz im too cool for you anyway
follow dem?
my wind direction is SOUTH.
I:
weigh all sides of issues
use data analysis and logic
am seen as practical and thorough in task situations
am introspective, self-analytical
can become stubborn and entrenched in position
may appear cold, withdrawn
haterz f$%& whatever you say
cuz im too cool for you anyway
follow dem?
so little drama in the dmv
all i do these days is work from home, drinking coffee and watching mtv jams for 8 hours with my laptop on the couch, write grad school essays about how motivated i am, eat string cheese, watch one tree hill and 90210, stand up sit down, back to more paperwork bull.
then when i go out to a rock and roll club at night, i hear myself say things like "i feel like i haven't worn clothes in a while."
but seriously, this video
is so much better than this one
why did they make two? i think my hair is falling out.
then when i go out to a rock and roll club at night, i hear myself say things like "i feel like i haven't worn clothes in a while."
but seriously, this video
is so much better than this one
why did they make two? i think my hair is falling out.
can't stop won't stop kvelling mit nachas
Going home to Kansas City this weekend for my cousin's Bat Mitzvah. My brother and I have to do an aliyah which is a short blessing before my uncle reads from the Torah, so I am looking forward to that being awkward.
But then after the services there's noodle kugel and a big fat party with dancing, for which I am inappropriately excited.
I hope they play jams.
But then after the services there's noodle kugel and a big fat party with dancing, for which I am inappropriately excited.
I hope they play jams.
looky what i found for $7 at marshalls across the street from my hotel in atlanta
forget for a minute that your computer screen is melting from the hottness of my ass. check it out:
looks like skinny hipster jeans, right?
they're not. they're tights!
that look!
like!
jeans!
cool!
looks like skinny hipster jeans, right?
they're not. they're tights!
that look!
like!
jeans!
cool!
after the party its the waffle house
I'm in hotlanta til friday at a conference for work. Jane Fonda is here, apparently she is the founder of the organization hosting the conference. Also, she's 70 and has the biggest freaking head i've ever seen.
Janelle Monae performed to open the first session, which was awesome and also awkward since it was to a room of middle-aged health department types eating salad. She's from Kansas City too (woot woot). and TINY. like jane fonda's head was bigger than her torso.
Later, she and her band were standing around out in the lobby and i wanted to say something but all i could think of was "gaaaaa pretty hair deeeee i like you?" so fail.
will let you know if anything else cool happens.
Janelle Monae performed to open the first session, which was awesome and also awkward since it was to a room of middle-aged health department types eating salad. She's from Kansas City too (woot woot). and TINY. like jane fonda's head was bigger than her torso.
Later, she and her band were standing around out in the lobby and i wanted to say something but all i could think of was "gaaaaa pretty hair deeeee i like you?" so fail.
will let you know if anything else cool happens.
Lesley and Bryan's infinite playlist
I'm missing Lesley and Bryan's 10-year anniversary and college girlfriend reunion blow-out this Saturday in Boston because my life is falling apart constantly. so in place of my presence, i've put together the following virtual mixtape, 1 song per year of weird leaf-baby love, in their honor.
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ho's over bro's 4 eva.
i just can't hide it
oh my god you guys I'm so excited for the party on Saturday.
also, i've found my halloween costume. are those blue satin culottes? i just need two volunteers. come on ride that tranny train. and ride it.
also, i've found my halloween costume. are those blue satin culottes? i just need two volunteers. come on ride that tranny train. and ride it.
bikebikebikebike
Critical mass in DC wasn't as lame as I thought it was going to be. I rode my new fancypants Le Tour (red frame! red wheels!) and there were probably 80 or so? people there including me and Lana and Andrew and Pika, Andrew's jack russell terrier, in a Reid's orchard box strapped to the front of his bike.
here are some fuzzy bberry photos for you to see.
significant, if not critical
Lana
Andrew and Pika
pimp.
here are some fuzzy bberry photos for you to see.
significant, if not critical
Lana
Andrew and Pika
pimp.
i'm kvelling mit nachas, pt 2
went back home this past weekend to celebrate my Grandfather's 90th birthday. The party was at the Kemper Museum of Contemporary Art in Kansas City, MO. There were 250 people there, and I asked my grandpa if he new everyone, and he said if not by name then by face. I can't imagine having that many people who love me when I'm 90.
my hero.
Click for more photos.
my hero.
Click for more photos.
its birthday season
its 3 years to the day since I moved to DC, Kate turns 26 tomorrow, my gramps turned 90 last week, and most exciting of all...
my blog turns 100 right now!!!!1
posts old that is. I remember when lil bloggy was just a postmodern twinkle in the eyeball of my mind. Actually no planning went into this. I accidentally started this blog because a year and a half ago, Kate and I were standing outside the old Warehouse Next Door, admiring someone's pink vespa, and talking to an art student from U of MD about how everyone today has an inane blog about fingernails or eating cheese and other ironies and how if we ever started one it would be so pomo that it would be meta. So then I tried poking around blogspot to see how one if they were so inclined would go about making one of these newfangled contraptions and whoops i just started my blog.
So, party on interwebs.
trippin
this is the golden gate bridge in the fog as we were driving to Mendocino to go to these cush hot springs with lots of naked people where i was a total perv and stared at everyone's bodies.
this is a wall of delicious sauces at the most wonderful supermarket in Cotati where we stopped for grub to cook out. i love sauce, its the main reason i eat food.
these are some beautiful flowers outside of the little outhouse at the hot springs where Toshio was taking a dump inside.
these are purple wildflowers on the banks of lake tahoe. i'm like really into nature these days.
these are fish that swim around under this bridge in Tahoe City called Fanny Bridge because everyone sticks their heads over the edge to look at the fish and their butts all point to the sky. that's how i took this picture.
this is one of the jams i enjoyed on sirius radio in my mustard colored Ford Focus as i drove from Tahoe toward Grass Valley on highway 20. can't live without my radio.
this is a palm tree in my friend Johanna's yard which i mowed. I had to drive the riding mower to the gas station to fill it up and I bought one of those arizona watermelon drinks that comes in the 24oz cans and held it between my legs. some tweaker on a bike like tipped his hat at me on the way home.
this is Johanna's pitbull Boo. she is the only dog in the world i like.
this is the sunset over the gated housing development in chico where Jeanine's dad lives where we camped out on the back deck near the hot tub and drank whisky and listened to the oldies station. we did this 4 years ago in the winter too.
More photos with people here.
left my heart in san francisco
and my liver and lungs in Chico and a quart of blood and my dignity somewhere up Butte Creek. god it sucks to be back in DC.
vacay photos to come. in the meantime this was the song of the trip, Tosh, even though you weren't there to vote.
vacay photos to come. in the meantime this was the song of the trip, Tosh, even though you weren't there to vote.
on a mission for them greens, pt 2
t-minus 2 hours till i leave for Cali insanity tour 2008. flying to San Fran, camping in Mendocino with friends of friends, back to SF, grad school visiting detour to Berkeley, drive to Tahoe to see the 'rents for 5 minutes, back over to Chico to pickup long-time friend for more camping and hot springs and apocalytic dune-buggy races. and burritos. i am never stopping with the muhfukkin burritos.
fuck all y'all hoes i'm out.
fuck all y'all hoes i'm out.
its been like this for days
either this song just doesn't get old, or i'm like some kind of savant.
the lyrics are, of course, ridiculous. but they remind me of this david brooks article about how female pop singers today exemplify this new type of woman, aka sexually aggressive harpy who finds gratification in spite of the men in their songs. i'm picturing jermaine drinking cherry wine (wtf is that) with the mousketeers, while carrie underwood is out in the parking lot curbing his boyfriend.
ready for a nice long sit
best weekend ever. minus the hauling of 4000 lbs of crap and sweating my balls off and accumulating enough bug bites and bruises and scrapes to officially qualify as one busted ass wreck. other than that, the bomb.
click for fotos.
click for fotos.
omg omg omg
tomorrow is National Ice Cream Sandwich Day and i'm having a hard time finding out where all the free freakin' ice cream sandwiches are coming from. I mean, we're not expected to like buy our own right? wtf, dairy industry.
let's go!
I'm moving apartments starting tonight, and so i give you/me this moving montage to like set the scene. I've been humming the final countdown to myself all day in anticipation. fuck yeah!
this is bat country, pt 2
Going to see the Dark Knight tonight and i am stoked. I watched the original Batman last night for a little compare and contrast and omg i forgot what an over the top (and kinda pudgy?) freakshow Jack Nicholson's joker was. Or that Prince did several bizzarro-cheeseball songs for the soundtrack too. For example, the G-rated Trust, ("Sex!... its not that kind of party!") in which scene the Joker and his henchmen first make it rain at the Gotham 200th anniversary parade and then gas the lot of them (Cecily: "you know its poisonous cuz its green"). As well as this gem, Partyman:
However, while watching Michael Keaton's batman, I was struck by and subsequently could not shut up about:
1) how much he sounded like Beetlejuice - like he stepped off that set and onto this one and forgot to switch it off, as well as
2) how very hilarious I used to think that movie Multiplicity was. you know the one, where he keeps cloning himself in order to like avoid foreclosure or something and comedy ensues. That was a dumb, dumb movie whose genius i spent many minutes considering.
However, while watching Michael Keaton's batman, I was struck by and subsequently could not shut up about:
1) how much he sounded like Beetlejuice - like he stepped off that set and onto this one and forgot to switch it off, as well as
2) how very hilarious I used to think that movie Multiplicity was. you know the one, where he keeps cloning himself in order to like avoid foreclosure or something and comedy ensues. That was a dumb, dumb movie whose genius i spent many minutes considering.
just dippin, y'all
Clicky for Snoop's new country song.
'Girl my love's gonna last as long as my high... and i'm high all day everyday'.
Awwww.
Also, artscape/whartscape/fartscape this weekend in beemor. xsept not that last one reelly lol.
afterhours at the office
getting down like at neighborhood Big Bear Cafe. Ben's got all the moves.
Clicky for the fruits of my new camera.
who knew the gilmore girls was such a cultural touchestone
grant lee phillips plays the town troubadour.
also, that milo ventimiglia is a hottie.
i hate myself.
*trivia: i first heard this song when i bought the soundtrack to Mad Love. now there's a classic.
also, that milo ventimiglia is a hottie.
i hate myself.
*trivia: i first heard this song when i bought the soundtrack to Mad Love. now there's a classic.
radio free VA
awesome moment in memorial day weekend chronology #9000 = the last 15 of DC101's top 500 count down of modern rock songs upon reentry into the beltway Monday evening.
this is my other bat mitzvah party. the moshier, flannely one.
1. NIRVANA/Smells Like Teen Spirit
2. PEARL JAM/Jeremy
3. NINE INCH NAILS/Closer
4. NIRVANA/Come As You Are
5. RADIOHEAD/Creep
6. U2/Pride (In The Name Of Love)
7. RAMONES/I Wanna Be Sedated
8. METALLICA/Enter Sandman
9. RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS/Under the Bridge
10. STONE TEMPLE PILOTS/Plush
11. PEARL JAM/Alive
12. SMASHING PUMPKINS/Today
13. JANE’S ADDICTION/Jane Says
14. BEASTIE BOYS/Fight For Your Right (To Party)
15. LIVE/Lightning Crashes
brand new information:
college kids smoke drugs. someone quick get the Willy Week a pulitzer.
Will this revelation change postsecondary education in the US? Will Reed really crack down, and if so, what effect will it have on academics and the life and tradition of the college? Of Reed's 99 problems, do drugs really = 1?
OPB puff puff gives in the debate.
Will this revelation change postsecondary education in the US? Will Reed really crack down, and if so, what effect will it have on academics and the life and tradition of the college? Of Reed's 99 problems, do drugs really = 1?
OPB puff puff gives in the debate.
natty boh and cigarettes
spent the weekend in Balti-less with friend who lives in Highlandtown. sampled the not-so-local local brew at Annabelle Lee and played Tabboo at the Laughing Pint. ate some not-so-mexican mexican food from Nacho Mama's. and watched a jim jarmusch marathon.
Bomb.
porque i felt like it
i was going to post a video of the song 'cinco de mayo' just because you know, but then i remembered that song is boring. but then i found this snippet of zombie liz talking gobbledegook + the jealousy vid which creo que es mucho mejor, no?
another girl's trash
i'm making a mix or two for a friend who'll be dj-ing at a gay hipster dance night in SF called "the Saturday Night Reacharound" or just "Reacharound" for short. Pure class. Here're some of the b-sides I've cut so far to make room for the good stuff.
i honestly can't listen to this enough.
and wherever sylvester goes, rick james isn't far behind
this one from !!! is a big meh. I keep cutting it and then coming back to it.
absolutely not club-friendly, but jane bang is my new girl crush. what.
you can run, JD, but i'll find you. i'll always be there.
and if i had my own dj night, this is all you'd hear.
i honestly can't listen to this enough.
and wherever sylvester goes, rick james isn't far behind
this one from !!! is a big meh. I keep cutting it and then coming back to it.
absolutely not club-friendly, but jane bang is my new girl crush. what.
you can run, JD, but i'll find you. i'll always be there.
and if i had my own dj night, this is all you'd hear.
got er did
Wednesday: cheesefries and pbr for pennies at Dot's
whisky and beer back(!) at new Montage bar
Thursday: avacado swiss omlette and gay waiter at cricket cafe
summer dresses at buffalo exchange
coffee at Stumptown Division
Juno and pizzacato pizza and pbr at Laurelhurst
Friday: vegan brunch at Paradox
more summer dresses and gold sandals at thrift store at 50th and Division
chilli relleno burrito and horchata at La Serenita
local brews at Amnesia on N Mississippi
Saturday: more brunch and hypercolor shades at Pattie's in St Johns
pbr and bocce ball at Leisure in St Johns
5 kinds of latenight fried grease (macncheese bits!) at Holman's
Sunday: still more brunch and bloody mary's in the sun at Mississippi Station
spicy garlic pad thai at than thao
more pbr at Beulahland
Teeth and more pbr at Laurelhurst
Monday: cupping at Stumptown Belmont
Everyday and all of the night: the Hills online and poppin bottles fulla bub up in burrp bleep huuurp wuuurp
all the while driving an SUV around the greenest city in the US for 5 days, which did wonders for my indie cred. and its not like i took pictures of anything, but whatevs, trust me.
to do the crap out of in pdx:
burritos - la Serenita, la Bonita, Super muhfukkin burrito Xpress, taco del mar (if time)
Buffalo Exchange, Red Light, the BINS
Laurelhurst - movie/pizza/pitchers of Hef
Karaoke - CHOPSTIX, grandma's
brunch - Laurelthirst, Cricket cafe, that one bomb place on Morrison? Hawthorne? toward downtown?
coffee - Stumptown, fresh pot
beer - Delta, Lutz, Yukon for shuffleboard
froofy drinks - Squeeze (fresh, hippy-flavored martinis), Salvador molly's (caipirinhas, rasta rings, and peanut shells on the ground)
Voodoo donut
Powells
Hoda's
Doug Fir crafts on sunday
Fuck yeah!!
this calls for a montage! a GRE-training montage!
You want a piece of me?!
Yeah I’m talking to you! Punk!
I’m going for it!
You want a piece of me?!
Yeah I’m talking to you! Punk!
I’m going for it!
another bullshit week in shit town
yesterday i went to a briefing on the Hill put on by planned parenthood. Kate Walsh, from Grey's Anatomy who is on their Board of Advocates i guess, spoke about the need for comprehensive sex education in schools. Blythe Danner was there too for some reason. and there was free lunch.
the day before that i saw Blitzen Trapper at the Cat backstage. they're these burly guys from Portland who play jangly, country-twinged songs with lots of harmonica-guitar double action. a cross between credence and the shins, maybe. i think i probably shared a drum circle with each of them at some point.
today is friday, and i'm in the office in baltimore. it takes me an hour and a half door-to-door in the morning. the train ride from union station takes you through central maryland and its sludgy backwoods squalor and post-industrial decay, depressing as to rival new jersey's. i drink coffee and pretend i'm not here.
tuesday i re-take the GRE, followed by lots of carbombs. then i go to portland, so fuck you.
the day before that i saw Blitzen Trapper at the Cat backstage. they're these burly guys from Portland who play jangly, country-twinged songs with lots of harmonica-guitar double action. a cross between credence and the shins, maybe. i think i probably shared a drum circle with each of them at some point.
today is friday, and i'm in the office in baltimore. it takes me an hour and a half door-to-door in the morning. the train ride from union station takes you through central maryland and its sludgy backwoods squalor and post-industrial decay, depressing as to rival new jersey's. i drink coffee and pretend i'm not here.
tuesday i re-take the GRE, followed by lots of carbombs. then i go to portland, so fuck you.
i need someone who knows about bikes
to find me a bike, pay for it, and teach me how to ride it while not looking like a asshole or dying.
kthnxbye.
we be making me beautiful duets
2 years, 6 months and 12 days is to be how long i've lived in DC without singing karaoke.
i'll be at Solly's the 2nd Wed of every month for the duration of my stay.
it is unfortunate they make you wear a kostume though.
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