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mood:  thankful music: Nina. Who else?
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I'm sitting here working on a paper (one of three "incompletes" on my roster of activities) and listening to the solidly, soberly inebriating melodies pouring out of Nina Simone's lungs. She's as sexy and as powerful as I wish I could be. In case any of you don't know her as well as you should, in tribute to a woman of unparalleled beauty and strength - and characteristic of my thoroughly arrogant manner :p - I have compiled my own "Essential Nina Simone." Most of my musical heroes are men - but with her, Gladys Knight, Aretha Franklin, Joni Mitchell, Emmylou Harris, and Bonnie Raitt (hell yeah) I realize there is still something very feminine in me.
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| 03:06pm 16/08/2003 |
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mood:  pensive music: Loudon Wainwright III - It's Love and I Hate It
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![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) uptightfish gave me this silly series of intriguing questions to answer. Here is how the interview goes:
1. What does "Jeg Elsker Deg" mean and is it Norwegian or what?
It is Norwegian! And it means "I Love You." The rest of my name (if you want to know) comes from the British actors' union efforts to get Peter Cook to change his stage name. Thus, he suggested "Sting Thundercock." Needless to say, they left him alone after that.
2. Have you ever seen a ghost?
You might as well ask me if I've seen an eight-legged Arctic bearded elephant smoking a hookah through his navel, ushered onto a UFO by a leprechaun riding a saddled purple unicorn. In other words, NO I have never seen a ghost! But due to my melanin-deficient skin tone, I am often mistaken for one. If you'll excuse me now, I'll be standing on the shores of Loch Ness, dancing a highland jig with the easter bunny and an unruly herd of hirsute tooth fairies.
3. If I could grant you three wishes, what would they be?
Hmmmm. Tough one. But here goes:
1. Give me the ability to play guitar like a fusion of Eric Clapton, Albert Collins, Buddy Guy, and Robert Johnson. With a little of myself thrown in.
2. Give me the chance to work on a project helmed by John Cleese where I get to co-write and co-star.
3. Exchange this warped schnozz of mine for a cute perky one, à la Nicole Kidman or Halle Berry.
4. Oh I'm sorry, is this a five minute argument, or the full half hour?
I've told you once.
5. Why is it that nobody remembers the name of Johann Gambolputty de von Ausfern-schplenden-schlitter-crasscrenbon-fried-digger-dingle-dangle-dongle-dungle-burstein-von-knacker-thrasher-apple-banger-horowitz-ticolensic-grander-knotty-spelltinkle-grandlich-grumblemeyer-spelterwasser-kurstlich-himbleeisen-bahnwagen-gutenabend-bitte-ein-nurnburger-bratwustle-gernspurten-mitz-weimache-luber-hundsfut-gumberaber-shonedanker-kalbsfleisch-mittler-aucher von Hautkopft of Ulm?
Beethoven, Mozart, Chopin, Liszt, Brahms, Panties....I'm sorry. What was the question again?
Now I'm supposed to ask everyone if they would like to be interviewed by me with 5 questions of my choice. But I have to be a party-pooper because I'm about to go out of town and won't be around to devise queries. But I will do it when I get back! |
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| 07:38pm 11/08/2003 |
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mood: I'm a goober. music: Tom Waits, "Martha"
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you are either a record nerd or not a scenester at
all. you are the coolest of the bunch. bravo,
dude.
what type of lame scenester are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
Wow, I am a nerd. What a shock. As though being able to re-enact all of Monty Python at the Hollywood Bowl didn't already mark me as a nerdstrosity.
But now I am a record nerd! Well CD nerd, anyway. Or is it seedy nerd? Maybe both. :D |
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| 09:04pm 10/08/2003 |
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mood:  sad music: Townes Van Zandt, "If I Needed You"
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I just read that Gregory Hines has died at age 57, from cancer. That makes me so sad. And I've only seen him in a handful of films but he was so lovely in all of them. It's such a shame. Just look at that face! Those eyes! Sighhhhh.
He was so remarkably talented and gentle and endearing. He stole the show in History of the World Part One. He was the sexiest beau in Waiting to Exhale. And I even sat thru several episodes of Will & Grace just to see him. Anyone who can make me want to do that is remarkable indeed.
This is much more upsetting than the other recent celebrity deaths. He was too young to go. But then cancer never seems to care who you are or what you offer.
More Bad News (from MSN Entertainment, Schmentertainment):
Ricky Martin has vowed to keep singing until his last breath.
"I love what I do. I don't know how to do anything else. I want to die on stage," Martin said at a news conference Sunday.
He can shake his can-can bon-bon all life long and never awe me as Hines does just standing there.
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| 09:30pm 08/08/2003 |
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mood:  cranky music: Mogwai
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1 - Matchbox 20 are back again. Why? I'm feeling unwell, and more than just a little.
2 - Pirates of the Carribean icons. I understand it's quite an amusing and enjoyable flick. This, however, does not justify numerous animated gifs accompanied by remarks and/or lyrics about island fun. Harrrr, matey....cut it out.
3 - Mogwai. Oh. My. God. I'm listening to "Rock Action" and have someone very special to thank for that. Meanwhile, i'm having a musical orgasm. It's virtuose and oh, so beautiful.
4 - Why do people post signs like "Support our Troops"? Fuck you. YOU support our troops. YOU. I'll support my legions of satanic balloon animals without your prompting, thankyouverymuch. O-KAY????? Just because you POST A SIGN, I'm supposed to alter my thinking habits? (borrowing from George Carlin here) Is this effective? Does ANYONE do something because an anonymously posted sign in some goober's yard gave them instructions? I didn't think so.
5 - I need to get my phone cut on in my new place and the previous resident won't transfer her account. Stupid bint. This holds absolutely no interest for anyone, it just annoys me. I guess I'll just get a phone line whenever it's convenient for HER. Cor Blimey!
6 - Monty Python's Flying Circus. There are a LOT of people who watch the films, but have never seen the show. See it you ninnies! I've been watching old tapes and it just inspires me so much. It's timeless, some of the most intelligent and philosophically disruptive stuff i've ever seen. Makes me return to my teenage days of wanting to be a comedy writer. Ahhhhh to be 15 again. Being 26 FUCKING SUCKS!!! (she says as she waddles away)
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| Lame Post #368 |
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| 03:24pm 06/08/2003 |
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mood:  bored music: Monty Python's Flying Circus
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I am 73% Tortured Artist
Art is significant in my life, people are scum but I have the capicity to deal with it. Give it a few more years and I will either forget about art or hate the world.
Take the Tortured Artist Test at fuali.com
I am 75% Evil Genius
I am pure evil. I lie awake at night devising schemes of world domination, and I will not rest until all living souls bend to my will.
Take the Evil Genius Test at fuali.com
I am 38% Geek
You probably work in computers, or a history deptartment at a college. You never really fit in with the "normal" crowd. But you have friends, and this is a good thing.
Take the Geek Test at fuali.com
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| 06:53pm 26/07/2003 |
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mood: nostalgic music: watching Curb Your Enthusiasm, "The Special Section"
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I'm feeling very sentimental today. I'm packing up all my stuff to move apartments (yet again) and I'm running across all my old movies and children's books. Sniffle, sniffle. Wait'll i get out the stuffed animals I've got boxed up somewhere, I'll be knee-deep in nostalgia!
Which brings me to my vox pops question:
What movies/tv shows did you guys love when you were little?
 
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| 12:35am 21/07/2003 |
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mood:  bouncy music: The Flaming Lips, "Do You Realize?"
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So I was flipping through that Skymall catalog on my flight home. I know you've looked through it, it's either that or watch "Sweet Home Alabama" three times on the in-flight screen.
Okay, now they give you your own personal screen so you can choose from 4 or 5 shitty movies starring Jennifer Lopez, Julia Roberts, Meg Ryan, Kate Hudson, Sandra Bullock, Renée Zellweger, and/or Reese Witherspoon. That and at least one thriller starring Morgan Freeman (dammit, Morgan, do you accept EVERY script your agent sends you?). But you get my point.
Anyway, I was going through Sky Mall laughing out loud at some of the gadgets and bric-brac they hawk on there, it's unbelievably hilarious. Maybe it was the cabin fever, the smelly bastard emanating next to me, or the constant fear of crashing into the sea. I dunno. I do know all of the people around me thought I was nuts but dammit, it's funny! Maybe I was laughing at stuff they were earmarking to buy. I was so amused I thought I would share with you some of my favorites.
Feel free to ignore me, I haven't done a post in so long I may have no idea of the cruelty I'm about to inflict. And my sense of humor borders on the moronic. There's a fine line between stupid and clever....
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| 01:04am 13/07/2003 |
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Oy vey! It's been so long. So, so long.....
I've been in France for, like, 7 weeks? yeah, it's weird. I've never been away from home for so long. I miss France, and it's surreal to be back here again. But I admit I missed the US. French music sucks. You hear me???? SUCKS!!!!! I missed the music so much. But thank goodness, they appreciate American music over there.
With the exception of Johnny Halliday shit. Oh god. I will do a whole post on him eventually. Does anyone know this Johnny Halliday wanker? Tell me if you do. He's a big fat joke. Gawd. And all the French nationals will want to castrate me for saying this (as a female, I have no testicles, but they'll want to do it anyway) but dammit he is awful. Bloody gawd-awful.
Anyway, it feels good to be home.
I think.
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| 06:46pm 19/05/2003 |
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mood:  relieved music: The Band, The Band, The Band, The Band
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Is the world beautiful? fuck yeah. as aristotle would say.
Or Socrates. Or that other one. Plato. Yeah, him. Does it make that much difference? Come on, let's be real. It's 2000 years between friends.
I'm so happy. It's surreal the way I feel. I cannot explain it to any of you. Unless, well Liz, if you read this, I will explain it to you because I love you. :) (she's my sister, you know, and sisters are as good as life gets.) It has to do with a friend, not even me. A recent friend, but one who has changed my life and the way I see the world.
Someone who has made me happy but worried these past few days.
It's been on my mind. But everything is okay.
Okay? Yes, okay. Such a simple, silly word. But a nice word. A real goddamn word. I walked down the hill and everyone looked so pretty. The beat-up cars. The dog sticking his head out the window. The little spit-spewer in the baby carriage. The hippie-encrusted Joe on the corner. They've never looked so pretty or so peaceful.
I like this Earth. Let's not mess it up, let's just be fucking happy. Can we do that? I think we can. :)
Listen to "The Band." It's the shit, yo. I mean the self-entitled album. Ohhhhhhh JAWBONE!!!
Don't expect me to be more expository or eloquent than this, I'm too blissful to manage it.
I love you all so much!!! And I mean it. We should all be closer, it's too bad that geography separates us. Stupid plateaus, mountains, plains, and seas.
But spirits can overcome all that.
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| 06:55am 17/05/2003 |
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La Muerta
-Pablo Neruda
If suddenly you do not exist,
if suddenly you are not living,
I shall go on living.
I do not dare,
I do not dare to write it,
if you die.
I shall go on living.
Because where a man has no voice,
there, my voice.
Where blacks are beaten,
I can not be dead.
When my brothers go to jail
I shall go with them.
When victory,
not my victory
but the great victory
arrives,
even though I am mute I must speak:
I shall see it come even though I am blind.
No, forgive me.
If you are not living,
if you, beloved, my love,
if you
have died,
all the leaves will fall on my breast,
it will rain upon my soul night and day,
the snow will burn my heart,
I shall walk with cold and fire and death and snow,
my feet will want to march toward where you sleep,
but
I shall go on living,
because you wanted me to be, above all things,
untamable,
and, love, because you know that I am not just one man
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| 06:18pm 16/05/2003 |
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mood: sympathetic music: Willie Nelson, Angel Flying Too Close to the Ground
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nico22 just posted a loving tribute to June Carter Cash, who passed away yesterday at age 73. She was so beautiful, physically, personally and spiritually. I look at how much they loved each other and everything they went through together. It hurts to think about it. I really want to hug that old man right now.
But it also reminds you of what's moving, of what touches you. It all made me want to go out and buy Johnny's latest CD, American IV: The Man Comes Around. It's a brutally bare, poignant, and emotional album, but that doesn't even describe it. It has an unpretentious beauty that only a man at his stage in life could produce. But it's also a testament to how powerful age is, how powerful the honest human voice is, it transcends everything. It also confronts those (and I know several) that listen to Johnny Cash, to Tom Waits, to John Prine, to Bob Dylan, to Loudon Wainwright III, to many of the blues, folk, and country greats and say "Hell, what's this? - He can't sing!" Listen again, because you're not doing it right. Quit listening with your goddamn ears. They're just an instrument, they're the least important organ for understanding music.
It's like that great line from Le Petit Prince: "It is only with the heart that one can see rightly. What is essential is invisible to the eye."
[Or, in another language for someone speshul, you know who you are. :P "Nå skal du få høre min hemmelighet. Den er ganske enkel : En kan bare se riktig med hjertet. Det vesentlige er usynlig for øyet."]
Well, I think everyone reading this knows that. And those that don't know it, they won't get it yet.
And so it goes.
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| 03:50am 15/05/2003 |
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mood: contemplative music: The Replacements - "Fuck School" and "Stuck in the Middle,"
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oy vey. I feel better than i felt earlier today. Not a helluva lot, but a little. I won't explain why, I just do. I'm of absolutely (positively) no use to myself, but hopefully I can be there for someone else from time to time? I'm thinking about a friend right now. There is school stuff I'm wrapping up too, of course, but my friends are more important than anything else. What else is there but people you share a common humanity with? We all suffer I think.
Here I sit, a mass of self-hatred. We feel sorry for ourselves and yet somebody always loves us, that's dumb irony. We're all loved, and we're so silly for not loving ourselves. It's too easy to hate yourself. Why does god or whatever make it so easy? And why does he make Republicans, those seething volcanos of social hatred? Is it THAT hard to care about other people?
Nope. But I see myself and I see bloated, pretentious ugliness. Fat and dumb and annoying, a waste of space. What the hell? I'd slit my wrists but that fucking hurts. I think I'll ride my bike instead.
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| 07:54pm 11/05/2003 |
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mood:  hungry music: Nick Drake, Five Leaves Left
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Time has told me
You're a rare rare find
A troubled cure
For a troubled mind.
And time has told me
Not to ask for more
Someday our ocean
Will find its shore.
So I`ll leave the ways that are making me be
What I really don't want to be
Leave the ways that are making me love
What I really don't want to love.
Time has told me
You came with the dawn
A soul with no footprint
A rose with no thorn.
Your tears they tell me
There's really no way
Of ending your troubles
With things you can say.
And time will tell you
To stay by my side
To keep on trying
'til there's no more to hide.
So leave the ways that are making you be
What you really don't want to be
Leave the ways that are making you love
What you really don't want to love.
Time has told me
You're a rare rare find
A troubled cure
For a troubled mind.
And time has told me
Not to ask for more
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| 01:33pm 10/05/2003 |
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mood: hyper music: Richard Pryor, "Bicentennial Nigger"
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OWWWWWWWWW! I just took a shower and the water kept going from flesh-melting hot to ice cold. Stupid water. It's this crappy plumbing, I think anytime another apartment in the house flushes their toilet, it fucks up the whole system. So I kept getting scalded and I think I've lost most the skin on my shoulder blades and my left butt cheek. Yeah, just the left, don't ask. I can't wait to move into my new place.
But I'm going to see Jerry Seinfeld in a few hours!!!! I'm ECSTATIC! I've never even been to a comedy concert, I realize. This is going to be orgasmic. Need to pick out an outfit for Jerry. ;) Either my vest-y outfit or this pretty dress that I bought in Paris and have NEVER worn, not even once. It's too beautiful, maybe I feel like I don't deserve to wear it. Hmmmm. Decisions, decisions. Well, maybe I shouldn't look TOO good, I should give Jerry a fighting chance. Or else..........
Jerry: Leah, you are breathtaking and better than cereal. Also, you don't have man-hands. I wish I were not married. Leah, I think....I....I think I love you. [fights back tears]
Leah: Oh my darling Jerry! I wish we could make out during Schindler's List, for I love you too! But.....I am no home-wrecker. [pushes him away, also fighting back tears]
Jerry and Leah: [hold hands and burst into song by Diana Ross & The Supremes] "Someday....some sweet day....we'll be together....(Oh, yes we will, yes we will)!!!"
I live inside my head, is that wrong?
I should eat something. I haven't eaten today and don't think I ate anything yesterday except for a piece of cheese. What am I, Urkel? I am listening to Richard Pryor to get me psyched up for comedy. It doesn't take anything at all to get me ready to laugh, but I'm just in the mood for him. How could you not? I'll probably listen to Woody Allen, Steve Martin, and Bill Hicks in the car on the way to the show, since I have to drive a bit to get there. Why the hell is he doing a show in Utica? It's a mystery. Man, this is the best thing that's happened since I met John Cleese in March. Motherfuckers, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Then I get to work on my paper(s) from last semester and continue grading abysmally overwrought (and underwrought) papers when I get home. Peee-yoooo, smelliness....... |
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