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December 04, 2006

I've Found a New Baby

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Look at this gorgeous little man. I just couldn't resist.

**cue music** You all know the tune....

Duh duh...duh duh. Wiilllllllllllllsoooooooooon.
Duh duh...duh duh. Wiilllllllllllllsoooooooooon.

Oh out in the East Bay, there was a home
Oh out near Oakland, the Q's lived alone
Wilson, King of Rockridge, nicknamed Mini Q
Wilson, Duke of Diapers, he's come to join all of you

Don't think they teach parenting in the Helping Friendly Book
That's OK 'cause right now, he just needs his nook
Wilson, King of Rockridge, we can't wait to meet you
Wilson, Duke of Diapers, 'cause pee and poo is all you do

Duh duh...duh duh. Wiilllllllllllllsoooooooooon.
Duh duh...duh duh. Wiilllllllllllllsoooooooooon.
Duh duh...duh duh. Wiilllllllllllllsoooooooooon.
Duh duh...duh duh. Wiilllllllllllllsoooooooooon.

We talked to Dave and Jackie, Jo and Joel the same
When we got your email, and saw his Phishy name(henge)
Wilson, King of Rockridge, it's all so brand new
Wilson, Duke of Diapers, may only good come to you!

You got us all thinkin', 'cause you're the first one
I must inquire, Wilson, can your parents still have fun?

Woooo-oooah Wilson...

They can still have fun!*

Hugs and kisses to the whole Q family. Excuse the bad parody. I only indulge myself.

*Coventry version

November 30, 2006

Bye and Bye

Well, it's the last day of NaBloPoMo and I can't say I'm not glad. There were a ton of things that I wanted to write about and never got around to: Bob Dylan's new album, The Libertines, London slang, I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here, the "Christmas #1" phenomenon, why my posts have the names they do...the list goes on.

I think in retrospect that NaNoWriMo might have been better for me. I'm not sure that I would have been able to write 50,000 words, but I would have written a lot and I would have done a lot less agonizing on a daily basis. Having to post every day means making your words public (not just a word count). There were days (like tonight, frankly) where I simply didn't have time. There were days (and you've read them) where I simply didn't have anything to say. And there were days where I simply couldn't get the words right...but I had to put them out there anyway. I don't write like that. I don't want to write like that. NaNoWriMo would have made me write, but kept the bad stuff private until I was ready to re do it or to pitch it or to post it.

So tomorrow we're off for a secret long weekend. If you think hard enough about it, you'll figure out where we are. I might post about it when we get back and I might not. I will post, however. I'll do my best to find some happy medium between a post a month and a post a day.

And I might actually start that novel, too.

November 29, 2006

Can't Stand Me Now

Sorry...nothing new to report. Meme-ing again:

1. Take the quiz: What was your Thanksgiving horoscope?

Aquarius: You're the sign most likely to do your own wacky thing for Thanksgiving - like skydiving in a Turkey costume.

Your signature dish: Tofurky (tofu "turkey")

Your signature dessert: A cocktail

This holiday: Give in to all your freaky ideas. Buck tradition!

2. Did you have either of those two dishes on your Thanksgiving table? Of the two, which would have been your choice? Cocktails, of course. Kir Royales beforehand and Port afterwards. Does Port count as a cocktail?

3. Which single food do you blame most for your weight gain? Wine. Next question?

4. Take the quiz: How thankful are you?

***You Are 66% Thankful***
You are a very thankful person - for both the big and little things in life.
Your optimism is powerful. Getting through hard times is fairly easy for you.

Really? Hmmm. Interesting.

5. Which are you more thankful for: your family, your friends, your career or your possessions? I am always thankful for my family, but this year I was most thankful for my friends because I actually HAVE some that came to Thanksgiving. After a year of missing our friends in California, I sincerely toasted having people to - well - toast with this year.

6. Did you do any shopping at all on "Black Friday?" I was working. Went shopping yesterday, tho.

November 23, 2006

Wilson

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone!

Despite not having a day (or two) off of work and it not feeling a whole hell of a lot like Thanksgiving over here (we'll do our best to make up for it on Saturday), we started out the day with something wonderful to be thankful for, as we learned that our dear friends (and sole blog readers) JQ and LQ had their baby boy on Monday.

Little Wilson (King of Rockridge!) looks happy and healthy, if slightly puzzled as to what the heck he's doing in the great big wide world. No worries, little dude, you've got some awesome parents. We can't wait to meet you.

Big love to the Qs and many kisses to MiniQ. We were singing his theme song loud and proud this morning.

November 20, 2006

Muted

Nothing that interesting going on again, so I started searching for a meme to do. Man, there are a LOT of people with a LOT of time on their hands out there. Blogs upon blogs upon blogs of people who ask other people questions...eeesh. I went through about 20 before I found one sufficiently random enough to want to do. Sorry. Here you go:

1. When a bill arrives in the mail, what do you do with it: pay it immediately, hold it with others and pay at once, or put it off until the last possible minute?

Well...we don't really get bills in the mail anymore. Most are paid by direct deposit. The bills for things like American credit cards and such are sent to my parents who aggregate and send me a bunch of crap every month, so by the time I get them it's too late. I have to remember to pay bills that aren't automatic online. Usually I'm pretty good about it.

2. Which actor makes the best James Bond?

Connery. Bar none.

3. Of the foods you enjoy, which one are you least likely to try cooking yourself?

Pad Thai, my favorite food in the world. It's so complex that there's just no reason for me to even try to make it. It's also very cheap, and there's wonderful takeout right down the road. Mmmm...pad thai.

4. Take the quiz: What does your birth month reveal about you?

Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very Stubborn and money cautious.

5. Of the results you just got, which one seems the farthest from the "real" you?

"Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved." Um, no. Hardly quiet. I am at my most - ahem - dynamic when I'm excited or tense, though. I'm reserved in that there are only a few people who really "get" me - my parents, my brother, my husband, and a few close friends. I'm not hard-hearted either. The rest is pretty right on, though.

6. Will you see your extended family on Thanksgiving Day this year?

Nope. But that's OK. Lots of friends and lots of wine.

November 15, 2006

Littlest Things

One of the problems with this NaBloPoMo is that I honestly do not have something to say every day. I mean - it's WEDNESDAY. Outside of the concert on Monday night which is truly a rarity for a Monday night, it's the beginning of the week. I haven't been doing anything interesting besides working (and I flatly refuse to post about work on this blog, on ANY blog, or on the internet in general in any slightly identifiable format), and I likely won't be doing anything radically interesting for the rest of the week either.

I started this blog during a very different time in my life and when I revived it at the beginning of the year it was with an eye to this being a (hopefully interesting) glimpse of our life in London and a way for me to continue to write - specifically about music - despite a full time job. I'm just not comfortable - at least not now - with this being an online diary or a log of my daily life. Frankly, that's just not that interesting: in the past few days I've worked, been out to lunch, had a drink with a friend, read the first 25 pages of American Pastoral by Phillip Roth, actively listened to some music in advance of some planned blog entries, watched England v. Holland in a pre-Euro 2008 friendly, and gone to bed early.

Like you need to read about that.

November 12, 2006

Ain't Talking

Hungover. Ugh.

November 09, 2006

Driving Sideways

National Blog Posting Month can go away right now.

I had a bad thing happen to a good friend today, and I'm truly heartbroken.

It has me thinking about how M and I are so far away from our support system and so out of touch with what defines us as us. Despite email, VoiP, blogs, message boards, texting, and the gazillion ways we're able to stay in touch, and despite the fact that we're lucky enough to be able to visit and be visited by our friends and family, the fact remains that we're 6,000 miles away from the people we love the most and that we rely on to love us back. If our move to London has done anything, it's rendered in high definition the true meaning of home.

November 07, 2006

Three-Dee Melodie

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Continuing this week's series:

#3: Brad, Andrew, Marc

I debated this as a reason, actually. Personally, it's rare that I invest time in a band unless I feel some level of connection with the members. That's normal for me, but I do realize it's largely because I'm a jamband baby. In that scene - born out of the communal Acid Test experiences - it's as much about the audience as the artists. It's not even unusual to have actual interaction with the band. It's still a small scene (relatively speaking - in a world where The Killers are selling out two dates at Wembley, selling out the Fillmore becomes smaller beans) and there are a gazillion ways to meet artists: catching their pre-show golf cart ramble through the lots, sitting in a little bar in Marin, front row at a late gig, or at the bar after the same. I know there are bands out there making great music who are complete twats, but I'm not listening to a lot of them.

That's not what this is about anyway. And it's not about the fact that M has known these guys since they were 13. It's about the individual musical elements that each member brings to the band and the fact that they are - as I've said before - so much greater than the sum of their (very, VERY talented) parts. There ARE only three of them, after all. No extra fat here; no one to cover if someone's caught out. Don't forget my #1 reason is their big BIG sound...this is why that happens.

Brad is quite possibly the most underrated guitar player I've ever seen. He is completely egoless - perhaps to a fault in a scene dominated by Guitarmageddon stunts and laddish showdowns. His counterparts (Gutwillig, Schneier, Clark, Cinninger, Bayliss) seem to get the glory, but Brad consistently delivers the goods. He's consistently creative in a fashion that classes him with some of the greatest ever. I listen to Brad the way I listen to Trey: always expecting something great and constantly delighted by the fact that what I hear is nothing like my expectations while in every way exceeding them.

Marc is equally nimble, able to switch from deep grooves to melodic lines to an almost rhythm guitar-like layering. He's a structural master - responsible for a lot of the orchestration and in control of a wide range of effects. It's rare to hear a bass player supporting the architecture of the song while simultaneously making a beautiful individual contribution to a jam. He's also almost always mixed really well, so you can really hear him play and hear how he thinks about the songs. Again, totally underrated.

And Andrew is mad - in that great British "borderline genius, but just a bit touched" kind of way - as all good drummers are, I suppose. He's Jazz, African, Indie, and Funk all together, all at once, in one dynamic package. And his sweatband rocks.

For a good example of the three of them at their very, VERY best, take a listen to the jam in "For the Paper Boy" from High Sierra this summer. Technically, this is a Surprise Me Mr. Davis song, but from about 3:50, Nathan's off doing his magic tricks and this is pure Slip. At 4:17, Brad establishes the jam, riffing a bit off of a piece of an idea from the night before (we think). At 4:38, Marc takes over the melody, and they toss it back and forth for a while, Marc switching between super-groovy and super-pretty. Andrew adds texture while Brad drives it to the first peak at 5:35, and then they all execute a perfect stop/start-type jam at about 6:35. I must have listened to this song at least twice a week since July and I'm still amazed at how good it is.

Humble is as humble does...these guys deserve to be rock stars.

November 03, 2006

Joy (Takes Over Me)

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I am completely and utterly obsessed with the new iTunes.

(Actually, I'm kind of obsessed with the new version of Firefox, too, since it has an automatic spell-checker that's currently informing me that I've spelled obsessed incorrectly twice. Anyway. iTunes.)

Since I won't be getting a shiny new iPod anytime soon, I had kind of tuned out (no pun intended) iTunes updates and upgrades. I don't do a lot with iTunes...I don't buy downloads (we still buy CDs, thank you, and the music we share is mostly live and always legal). But a friend at work downloaded the new version of iTunes a few weeks ago and I almost drooled on his shiny new iPod while leaning over his shoulder to stare.

One of the things that I'm sad to have missed is the whole vinyl thing, if only for the importance it gave album artwork and packaging. There are so few musicians that are really doing anything interesting with CD liners (Radiohead, Beck, and MMW...sort of...and Phish...also sort of...spring to mind) and that's really too bad. There's still gorgeous stuff out there - M and I have the End of the World Party poster framed beautifully and hanging in our bedroom and I think it's one of the prettiest pieces of art in our house - but the form disassociates it from the music it accompanies. You can't just sit and contemplate a CD liner as you could a record sleeve.

Which is why the new iTunes, with that gorgeous record rack, is so awesome. It's been so long since I've seen some of my CDs (they're online, on the SlimServer, on a hard drive somewhere, in a binder, on my Pod, or randomly scattered across the world) and browsing through the cover art again is a pleasure akin to a leisurely wander through Amoeba, or Cody's Books, or an art supply shop, except I already own all the stuff in this store.

Of course when over half of your music is live it becomes a lot more gray empty spaces than actual albums. And that's the other brilliant thing about this application: you can download your OWN artwork for albums without formal art or for which iTunes can't find the cover. I may not have played with playlists or shuffle or the iTunes store a lot, but I have always been completely obsessed with keeping my iTunes as organized as possible and have spent hours naming and organizing shows to prevent the dreaded "TheSlip2006-3-21d1t02" from showing up on my iPod (which is how most of our downloaded songs appear). I mean, how is anyone supposed to know that's "Airplane/Primitive" from the Trilogy Lounge in Boulder if I don't become one with the metadata?

So of course I feel the same way about the missing artwork. I spent hours last weekend finding the perfect picture for all of the empty album covers. And when I say "perfect picture" I really mean it. I found live shots from each of the 24 live Tea Leaf Green shows I have on iTunes and paired them with their appropriate show as the substitute cover. And when I couldn't find a photo from a particular show, I used the press photo from the year of the show. No, I am not kidding. Yes, I was having fun. The Slip takes brilliant photos and I used lots of those. I found the "Ape Out" sticker for the HABMX NYE late night '04 show. I haven't even STARTED Phish yet.

Guess I know what I'm doing this weekend.

November 01, 2006

Back in 15 Minutes

Today marks the start of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month...and click at your own risk as it looks like an influx of prospective novelists might have crashed the site).

I would LOVE to do this, but know already that this November is going to be a bad time to commit to something as intensive as writing a novel. The purpose of NaNoWriMo is just to get words on paper. 50,000 of them, or ~175 pages - a novella, if you will. But in my mind, if you're going to get words on paper and call them a novel, they should string together in some sort of coherent fashion and all arrive at the same place in the end. They call that a plot.

I do not have time this month for a plot.

I do, however, love the idea of a public commitment to writing every day. Technically, that's what a blog is supposed to be, right? So I've decided that if I know I can't do a good job with NaNoWriMo, I'm going to have my own JenBloWriMo (Jenny's Blog Writing Month...and get your minds out of the gutter...I know there's a "blo" "mo" joke there, but I won't make it). This is my commitment to write every day this month - and to try to write something worth reading, too.

To kick it off, I want to offer something wonderful for your listening pleasure: the Surprise Me Mr Davis Late Night High Sierra set, streaming courtesy of Percy Boyd (aka Nathan Moore).

I wrote earlier about the amazing experience that was their sundown set in the Big Meadow, but upon listening to the late night set again, it's hard to tell which show was better. I still think the jam in "For The Paper Boy" is the most brilliant single thing I've heard in years, but the late night show is full of truly transcendent songwriting. I especially love "When a Woman," which has the resonant gravitas of a truly timeless song and "When a Little Boy," whose chorus actually made my cry the other night. It's so rare that lyrics are able to capture slippery emotions like wonder and optimism; it's even rarer to find them paired with music as rich and complex as this. Further proof, really, that SMMD is one of those truly special bands where the sum is greater than the parts.

I've been listening to Bob Dylan a lot lately too, and thinking about great lyricists. More on that later. I promise.

July 28, 2006

How to Disappear Completely

10 things I’ve been doing that have prevented me from updating this blog:

1. Listening obsessively to Phish’s fall 1997 tour, all the way through, and missing them intensely. This includes lots of chair dancing at work and on the bus and resisting (so far) the urge to post on PT about how Trey DID flub things back in 1997 (see: every Theme played on this tour, and a spectacularly horrible Wilson in Cleveland) and how people who complained about song choice after hiatus should shut the fuck up because they weren’t particularly expansive on this tour either and just because you LIKE 2001, Black-Eyed Katy, My Soul, and Theme doesn’t mean they didn’t play them almost every show.

2. Watching Celebrity Love Island. (Shut up.)

3. Enjoying time with M’s family, who were in London for 9 days last week. Yummy visits to lots of favourite restaurants, my first trip on the London Eye (finally!), and getting to host a dinner party for people other than my husband.

4. Sweating. A lot. All the time. Especially at work, where the air con breaks every time the temperature goes over 30 degrees (which, DUH, is when the stupid thing is supposed to actually work). I actually am enjoying the heat and having a proper summer, but an office without AC is truly unbearable.

5. Going to Wimbledon to see the men’s final courtesy of BT, complete with champagne, Pimm’s, and strawberries and cream.

6. Taking the train to Paris for the day for a meeting with our ad agency who happens to have a spectacular office in the middle of the Champs Elysees with a gorgeous roof deck where we ate lunch and I contemplated both chaining myself to the building so I wouldn’t have to leave and skipping out on the second part of the day to go shopping because the sales were on. Neither of which I did, of course.

7. Planning our trip to Paris with D and J at the end of August and our 5th anniversary trip to Spain in September. Both of which are a nice consolation for not being able to stay in Paris for more than 6 hours the other week, and which has led to…

8. Counting the number of vacation days I have left for this year and obsessively trying to maximize them. With Paris and Spain and Christmas (wherever we end up) accounted for, I have 4 days left to play with. That’s enough for two long weekends (one of which will be Prague, I think). Suggestions welcome.

9. Working, despite all evidence to the contrary.

10. Uploading pictures, organizing pictures, labelling pictures, pictures pictures pictures. Go see Flickr if you don’t believe me. More coming soon. And since we all know that pictures are an essential part of the blog, that’s almost as good as updating.

So there.

June 07, 2006

What Makes You Happy

5 Things I am Currently Obsessed With:

1. The new series of Dr. Who on the BBC

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I can't believe I've just admitted that. In my high school where – for the most part – there was a place for everyone, there was a hard-core group of geeks (think 'trenchcoat mafia' types, except basically harmless and totally brilliant) who were really into things like Monty Python and science fiction. I mean, everyone was kind of into Monty Python (we used to watch Holy Grail at swimming parties all the time), but these were the guys who would organize "Spam Day" at school and walk around the cafeteria offering people spam sandwiches. (I also remember Freshman year they started a secret language that used the words "Spam" and "bibble" a lot. It was funny at the time, too. But I digress).

Anyway, these guys were all in the "Doctor Who Club" (in a school of 4000 kids, there were a gazillion special interest clubs), and so I've associated Doctor Who with the deeply nerdy and socially inept ever since.

Last year the BBC resurrected the Doctor Who series to great success. Michael and I happened upon one of the 2nd season's episodes one Saturday night and were instantly hooked. This is an amazingly funny show with great actors and writers with outstanding imaginations. It helps that the first episode we saw was a historical one...

(Time out for a quick overview: the show's basically about time travelers, a human girl called Rose and a "time lord" called "The Doctor" who fly around in an old phone booth called a Tardis that's bigger on the inside than it is on the outside. They go all over time and space and generally get into trouble involving various aliens and the destruction of worlds and peoples and having to save the day and all that. But there are also longer story arcs (some from the original series in the Sixties!) and it's just good television.)

...and I'm a total sucker for historical fiction, so I gave it a chance. I've since learned that really good science fiction is just like historical fiction: the ability to faithfully create (or recreate) a truly different world in a way that highlights basic human similarities and makes one empathize with the situation. Aliens, whatever...it's just an awesome show. We bought the entire 1st season (of the new series...) on DVD and the experience of watching it was just intensely pleasurable. I think it's now on somewhere in the US (they're recapping it at TWOP, and they love it, so it can't be all bad...).

2. My new silver Birkenstocks

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And basically anything that's summery or that I'm going to wear at High Sierra.

3. Alara's Rich Museli (especially with Helsett Farms live yoghurt and berries)

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4. The new Built to Spill album "You in Reverse"

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So. Good. No...seriously...so VERY VERY GOOD. Driving beats and punk-ish progressions (and whiny indy singing) that manages to be intensely interesting and beautiful at the same time. Definitely in the same vein as The Slip, Arcade Fire, and My Morning Jacket. More proof that pop or punk or indie doesn't have to be screamy and stupid to be good. Even more proof that the Arctic Monkeys are just a bunch of fucking...well...monkeys.

5. The fact that some lovely soul put the entire winter 1997 tour up on Sendspace in MP3 format and I can pull down some of the funkiest Phish ever while working and get it straight on my iPod.

Check out this Gumbo from Utah, 11/14/97 and tell me white guys don't have soul.

May 24, 2006

The Late Greats

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Photo courtesy of JQ. This year, we're bringing our OWN camera!

Exactly one month from today, I will be on a plane for High Sierra.

If you think I am not counting every single second between now and then, you're sadly mistaken. If you think I haven't been counting every single second for, oh, the past 6 months, you're sadly mistaken. High Sierra last year was probably one of the best weekends I've ever spent: friends, music, mountains, music, friends, camping, dancing, music, dancing, really good beer...the list goes on. This year promises to be just as wonderful.

I cannot wait.

One of the things that High Sierra does extremely well as a festival (outside of everything) is their kickin' late night lineup. They have four official late night venues (and a few side acts) and they schedule two bands per venue per night for each of four nights (that's 32 late night shows, kids, plus some). Last year M and I went to late night shows all four nights. I don't care how old you are, that's not easy: music each day from noon until 4am, with only small breaks for showers, napping under trees, and sitting in the gazebo (yeah...I know...rough life, huh?). I ended up sleeping from about 5pm until 10pm one night between afternoon shows and late night because I wanted to be able to stay up late more than I wanted to see Gov't Mule. When we left, we swore that next year we'd take it easier and only go to a few late night shows.

And then the schedule came out. (I know you can guess what happens next....)

Thursday: We have wristbands, which means we'll wander between The Radiators, The Mother Hips, and ReBirth until 1am, and then between Umphrey's and Zero after 1:30.

Friday: Wristbands again...and the hardest choices to make...do we see Surprise Me Mr. Davis or Robert Walter first (probably SMMD)? Then ALO, GAT, or MMJ (heh)? I honestly cannot decide.

Saturday: Easier, but probably the one I'm looking forward to the most. We'll see Hairy Apes BMX for one of their last ape-outs ever, then Tea Leaf Green until the morning sun (pun intended).

Sunday: We will be dragging, but we'll be at Bisco.

I know what I'll look like on Monday:

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April 06, 2006

Wish You Were Here

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Uno mas, por favor

How long do we have to wait before we can go back to Amsterdam without looking weird? More than two weeks? Dammit.

In other news, they announced the High Sierra Late Night schedule today.

Once again, we'll probably be seeing something each of the four nights, despite SWEARING we wouldn't go all-out late night again this year. We'll probably discuss our potential late night plans (will we pay to see Umphrey's? Can I hold out all the way until Bisco? MMJ or GAT? or ALO? Geez!) at least once a week until we leave in June. The countdown has officially begun.

Frankly, I'm just thrilled that Tea Leaf Green's headlining a Saturday night late night show in a bigger venue this year and that they're not up against anyone I remotely care about. I don't even see caring THAT much about all four mainstage closers unless they add a Claypool or a Galactic (or maybe a Yonder, but I've got to be in the mood for that...) so maybe I'll get some sleep from 9 to midnight or so to rev up. That's a nice nap (and it's nice and cool then, too).

This has been quite a bright spot in a big bad week, indeed.

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As the kids say....

April 03, 2006

Don't Ease Me In

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Not. Amused.

Sigh. Since I sent out a mass email designed, in part, to drive traffic to this blog I had hoped to have more interesting content here than a meme. Alas, some of the entries that I'm working on aren't fully developed enough to post, and some others are actually kind of a secret, so meme it is. Check back tomorrow (or read the archives!). This one courtesy of Rappy.

1) Who is the last person you high-fived?
That's discouraged in Britain. Too American. As is whooping, yee-hawing, and yodeling.

2) If you were drafted into a war, would you survive.
I'd probably either be a cook or a computer dork, so probably.

3) Do you sleep with the TV on?
I can, but we don't have one in the bedroom, so no.

4) Have you ever drunk milk straight out of the carton?
Eew, no. Have you ever seen milk crust?

5) Have you ever won a spelling bee
Nope.

6) Have you ever been stung by a bee?
Yep, once on the bottom of my foot when I was little (which I remember, 'cause it hurt a LOT) and once on my finger in the lunchroom at New Trier.

7) How fast can you type?
Fast. 70wpm or so.

8) Are you afraid of the dark?
Sometimes. Sure. Who's not?

9) Eye color:
Grey...ish.

...more...

Continue reading "Don't Ease Me In" »

April 02, 2006

Amateur

We didn't think that upgrading Moveable Type would be easy, but we certainly didn't think it would be such a pain in the ass either. (Eh, I was due for a facelift anyway.)

It's certainly not perfect yet, (yes, I know about the ? marks...I'm fixing it!) but the comments are open...finally. You'll have to register first, please, but don't let that put you off...I'd love to hear what you have to say. (It's to prevent me from getting hundreds of spam comments a day. No, really, hundreds.)

You can also add my feed to your My Yahoo! page by clicking the link on the bottom right. (My Yahoo! is fun...and the stock needs all the help it can get.)

Enjoy!

April 01, 2006

Touch of Grey

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Yeah, the title is obvious. I couldn't resist.

It's no secret that I have a penchant for crap TV. I do try to limit the number of crap TV shows that I watch (or I'd be glued to my TV all week or my TiVo all weekend), but I've long argued that reading Phillip Roth and watching, say, Alias don't have to be mutually exclusive. High culture, low culture, pop culture...whatever. It's all good.

M and I have been fans of American Idol since it started. Originally, we watched it because, well, how could you not? It was culturally ubiquitous, the first season of auditions were fresh and hysterical, the judges were an unknown quantity, and the whole show was just bizarrely brilliant (in the way that many UK to US television exports are - see "Dancing with the Stars."). The next few seasons lost some of their sheen, and though we both liked Bo Bice (sort of) we didn't watch too much of last year.

This year, though, AI is one of the few US shows that we watched at home that we get in the UK, and it's the only show to be somewhat in sync with American broadcasts. It's shown in the US on Tuesdays and Wednesdays; we get it on Friday -- blissfully cut down to eliminate all the voting numbers and mindless patter after the songs -- and the results show is shown immediately afterwards. And, more importantly, it seems that the quality of the contestants has dramatically risen this year as well. There are still a few stinkers (Ace, Bucky, Kellie), but for the most part we're actually enjoying listening to these folks sing instead of just snarking on them for a few hours each week.

So let's talk about the weirdly polarizing (and just plain weird) Taylor Hicks. From what I can tell people either love or hate him: Television without Pity has decided that he's all an act, and is mercilessly cruel in their reacaps, but according to Andy Gadiel he's getting searches on JamBase (!!) and I've read a surprising number of genuine props on Phantasy Tour.

Frankly, I adore him. I don't even consider him in our discussions of the show -- as far as I'm concerned he's on a completely different plane. He has a voice that I actually want to listen to and even though he's utterly spastic when he performs, I find him completely mesmerizing. Every time he sings I turn to M and say something along the lines of "That boy's got the music in him;" I really do believe that he's one of those people who is truly passionate about actual music and could probably care less about the television or the stylist or the theme of the week (unless it's Bob Seeger week...heh) and just gets up there and sings in the same way he would if he were in a bar in Alabama or on Jamcruise. (He was on JAMCRUISE. Come ON.) And he had the balls to do "Not Fade Away" last week, and I guarantee he knows the Dead covered that song and probably has a favorite version. In fact, this may be the first time on American Idol that a contestant actually knows who the Dead ARE.

I sincerely hope he loses. Or at least doesn't end up under contract to Simon Fuller or someone who will try to market him and prevent him from playing with Robert Randolph or James Brown. And while I won't go as far as to buy a Soul Patrol shirt, I wouldn't kick him off a stage at High Sierra.

In other news, Kat McPhee needs to find her inner Joss Stone, and Paula needs to cut down on the Botox. Stat.

April 28, 2004

Buried Alive

A Live One has been on hiatus while I figure out how to balance work and life at my new job. In the past 6 weeks, I've cooked perhaps one meal that's worthy of posting, seen 3 concerts, and spent 300 hours at work. This is the first week I've had where I haven't been traveling, tutoring on the weekends, or had friends in town, so I'm slowly setting a normal schedule.

I'll keep you all updated as I continue to sort everything out.

Bad blogger! Bad!

March 23, 2004

Back on the Train

So as the lack of entries would suggest, I've been very, very, VERY busy lately adjusting to the new job, new commute (at least 90 minutes each way every day), and new experience of actually having to set an alarm and pay attention to it when it rings each morning around 5am. It's been a long time since I've rolled myself out of bed daily and a VERY long time since I did so at such an ungodly hour.

But I'm happy to report that I'm adjusting to the new schedule and I've finally been issued a laptop (with built-in wireless!) that I'm hoping will allow me to take advantage of the aforementioned crazy-long commute to keep up with my blog.

Because there's a lot of writing to be done about my new food adventures, even if I'm not able to cook on a daily basis. For one, my new company has an incredible cafeteria...somewhere between a grocery store and a restaurant. Then, M and I went out to dinner for his birthday last weekend and had an interesting dinner and an even more interesting service experience. The next night we discovered that a lovely little brasserie in Hayes Valley is open late night (and serving grappa...). We've also found a new take-out Indian place around the corner from our house. And I've finally determined the best way to cook spaghetti squash. All of which I'm eager to detail. (Not to mention the fact that we have new music adventures quickly approaching....)

But the most important food news is that I did manage to remember the baking powder in M's birthday cake last weekend (setting a new land speed record for cake baking and assembly: 1 hour 13 minutes) and that he's pronounced it my "best one yet."

Good thing he likes it, because he's in for Mocha Torte for many years to come.


March 15, 2004

Service Interruption...

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Today I transformed from "sadly unemployed" into "happily overworked" as I started a new job (contract for now) that has created total havoc on my schedule and my life (as new jobs are wont to do). I now have a 40 mile commute to wrangle each day (train or drive? solo or carpool?), hundreds of new people to meet, and a piece of business (or two) to manage.

I do have good, yummy, foodie-type entries to catch up on, but I'll need to establish a schedule and carve out some blogging time each day (the train is looking like a good option).

Bear with me, s'il vous plait.

February 14, 2004

Loving Cup

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Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!

January 22, 2004

Sanity

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...or INsanity, is more like it.

Because there's more to life than food or music (sort of), I'm taking a quick break from my common topics to jump on the HighwayGirl and TeemSpirit bandwagon and embarrass myself by listing every lip product I own. My only defense is that I did not purchase all of these; many were GWP or swaps. Lots were on sale (and lots were not).

And you all just thought I was obsessive about Phish and food....

Continue reading "Sanity" »

January 12, 2004

Twist

I've decided to stop lamenting my unemployed status for a few days and join our friend Joel at his cabin in Tahoe for some midweek skiing, leaving M to fend happily for himself until Thursday. I'm looking forward to driving up by myself this evening, happily bopping along to Outkast and Phish and stopping at In-N-Out burger for a cheeseburger "protein style" and some well done fries.

When I return, in addition to the entry I'm planning on the musical aspect of our New Year's adventure, the NEW WHOLE FOODS will have finally opened exactly two blocks from our apartment in SOMA.

I fully expect having a grocery store (and a WF, no less!) within walking distance will change our quality of life significantly. I mean, that's what we live in the city for, right? Walkability and convenience? These days, the only things convenient to where we live are porn and crack. No, I am not kidding at all.

M and I already have a date on Thursday night to go grocery shopping. The fridge and freezer have been eaten bare. We have no more "everyday" bottles of wine. I am ready to make friends with the butcher and the fish guy, and buy artichokes, turkey sausages, olives, and peppermint brownies with abandon.

And then walk home.

December 25, 2003

Champagne Supernova

Merry Christmas to everyone!!

We're in the midst of recovering from our evening last night, packing, and cooking our Christmas duck. We've had a lovely, relaxing, quiet day and are looking forward to our trip to Miami.

I won't be updating the site for the next week, but when I return I'm sure I'll have many stories of food, music, and friends to tell.

Here's to everyone enjoying the rest of the holidays in peace, comfort, and happiness!!

December 24, 2003

Tropical Hot Dog Night

Happy Christmas Eve to everyone!

This has always been one of my favorite days of the year. Our family celebrated Christmas in a very, very secular way (Hanukkah, when we were observant, was the "religious" holiday at this time of year). Starting when I was about 7 years old, my family has always gone out to a fancy dinner on Christmas Eve. We started at Ron of Japan (a local Benihana-type place perfect for a 7 year old and a 4 year old) and steadily moved up to fancier and fancier places throughout the years.

I love this tradtion...it's a wonderful reminder that the holiday season - no matter what holidays you celebrate - is really about your family and loved ones. It's extremely relaxing (especially if you're going to cook elaborately on Christmas Day), and always festive. M and I have decided to carry on this tradtion in our family; and though the past few years we've been to the same restaurant on Christmas eve, tonight we're going to dinner at La Folie, a fancy French restaurant that's doing a 5-course Christmas Eve extravaganza meal. We're very excited. I will give a full report tomorrow.

Of course, it's not hard to get excited about anything and everything when we leave for Miami the day! after! tomorrow!

And just to be all cheesy about it, today's "Song 'O Cheer" is Will Smith's "Miami." Just for fun.

PS: Also cheer-inducing? I got my Uggs!!! (In the Sand color.) And they're actually cute on me! Yay!!!

December 16, 2003

Movin' Right Along

Huh. I kinda thought I'd be Grover.... There's only one true statement in the following description. See if you can find what it is.

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You are Janice.

You dig the groove man, nothing can bum you out.... Too bad you're too stoned to notice.

INSTRUMENT: Like, you know, guitar, fer sure.
LAST BOOK READ: "Finding Your Past Lives on the Web"
FAVORITE EXPRESSION: "Fer sure, like, fer sure."
FAVORITE THINGS: Peace, love and, like, granola, totally.
NEVER LEAVES HOME WITHOUT: Her inner child.

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December 09, 2003

Supergroovalisticprosifunkstication

Sigh. Today is just...well...dreary. Even Parliament/Funkadelic isn't cheery enough.

It's started to pour here, and it's expected to rain - hard - for a few days. I really, really wish I had a bathtub, because with the weather looking so grey, I'd just hole myself up in there with some cocoa and a good book for a while.

Alas, today's the final runoff for mayor of San Francisco (good riddance, Willie Brown! Thanks for nothing!) and we have to venture out in the wet a bit later and do our civic duty. I never thought I'd complain about a race between two smart, young liberal candidates, but it isn't quite the "greater of two goods" choice that I had hoped for. Newson's somewhat smarmy, well-funded, and obviously ambitious beyond just the Mayor's office but he might take some positive, though unpopular steps towards making the city more liveable. Gonzalez is smart, motivated, and has some different ideas, but he's the worst kind of classic San Francisco bleeding-heart liberal who won't challenge the city to make tough choices. Honestly? I just want someone who will do a Daley or Giuliani and really take steps to clean up San Francisco's homelessness issue and growing crime problem. Chicago and New York have become lovely, beautiful, safe places to live, while the sidewalk outside my apartment just gets dirtier and less safe every day. San Francisco's the only city in the country where the councilmen will argue about a resolution to pick up human feces from the sidewalks. Just tell me who to vote for to make that better, OK?

Laundry's done, presents are almost wrapped, and if I don't get a job soon, I think I'm going to go mad.

December 08, 2003

Build Me Up Buttercup

Whee! We got our first holiday card of the season, from the lovely Albacore and her newly minted Ph.D cutie boyfriend HMB. And in more holiday news, our decidedly interfaith household now smells like "The Scent of Christmas" potpourri that my mom used to get every year. Not quite sure what the "Scent of Hanukkah" would be, actually. Fried potatoes? Gelt? Melting skinny colored candles? We'll find out next week.

Switching topics completely:

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I think I'm now absolutely, completely, totally addicted to this crap. I mean, I have been for years, but it's getting ridiculous. It's one of the only processed non-organic foods we eat, but I could drink the stuff, I love it so much. Sigh.

December 07, 2003

Burning Down the House

Hee hee heeeee! That Hotel Verlutzig (or whatever) that Syd and Will checked into in tonight's Alias? Is none other than The Viceroy in Santa Monica where my mom and I stayed when we were in LA last spring! I lurved that hotel (it's designed by Kelly Wearstler who also did Trina Turk's Palm Springs boutique). When I get a job (sigh) I want to go down there for a weekend with M. Maybe I'll have to get hot pink hair extensions if we do.

And yes, kickASS episode.

December 01, 2003

Bye Bye Foot

Don't kill me Rappy, but I think I've decided to buy Uggs (the "Classic Short" boot, in either Chestnut or Sand) depending on whether or not I can find them. It's not going to be a big deal yay or nay, but I can't help thinking how ridiculously comfortable they would be after yoga, or at shows, or just slopping around town. I promise not to wear them with one pant leg in and one out, but I don't promise not to wear them with skirts.

Wish me luck (or tell me I'm crazy).

November 27, 2003

Little Birdy

Happy Thanksgiving!!

I looked and looked for a Thanksgiving appropriate song to share, but decided to go for a laugh instead.

Here's to warm and wonderful dinners full of turkey, potatoes, cranberries (both in log and non-log form), pie, and no Meatsticks. (Version: 8/02/03, with Japanese Lyrics!)

November 25, 2003

Whamola

I hate being sick. Hate, hate, hate it. But the main reason I hate being sick is not because I feel all icky (although that sucks), it's because I have such a problem actually being sick. I think it's a combination of my years as a competitive athlete, my type-A personality, and my mother's excellent childhood rule that "If you don't have a fever, you don't stay home from school" that has made me so neurotic and guilt-ridden about illness (and injury, really, but that's another story). For me, being sick is less about curling up on the couch and getting on with getting better, and more about driving everyone around me crazy with a constant assessment of whether or not I'm too sick to do...something...anything...fill in the blank (and it usually involves exercise).

Take today, for example. I'm on my way to feeling fairly rotten, and am doing everything I can to feel better: Emergen-c, Echinacea, Zicam, that Oscillococcinum stuff that tastes like little sugar pellets, homemade chicken soup, orange juice, EVERYTHING. Yet, that didn't stop me from agonizing for about 5 hours over whether or not I should go to 12:00 yoga. I mean, I made it to and from Whole Foods this morning, I should be able to go to yoga, right? And wouldn't the sweating be good for me? And what if I feel worse tomorrow and have to miss the Rocket? But what if going today makes me feel worse and I miss the Rocket anyway? And most importantly, why can I not just miss a day without feeling horrible? This isn't work, or school, or even swim practice, you know. Old habits, it seems, die very, very hard.

So no, I didn't go to yoga today, opting instead to hope that 24+ hours of homeopathy (no pun intended) will revive me for my favorite class of the week tomorrow. And now I'm sitting here, sweating (I'll be freezing in just a second...) feeling like a lazy-ass cop-out. No, thank you, I don't need a therapist, just a stupid movie on TV and some of that Tylenol Day stuff that makes me feel all loopy.

Beauty of my Dreams

Thanks to a reminder from Heewig, I taped the Oprah "Favorite Things" show yesterday and watched - agog - as she showered gifts upon her audience (who, to their credit, looked truly stunned and grateful) and gave lots of products LOTS of publicity. Honestly, though, there were only two gifts that I would really want: the MAC Makeup bag (duh), and the fuzzy bathrobe (even though I never wear one).

I don't really watch Oprah, she's on at 4 pm here and I do yoga almost every day at 4:30. When I do catch her, though, I'm often amazed at her conspicuous consumption...for some reason I thought that - given her humble beginnings - she'd be more, well, humble in regards to her wealth and fortune. I think she handles her fame fairly well and does a lot of good for a lot of people, but seriously, a whole show about Oprah's first trip to CostCo? Girl's lost touch with real life.

In other news, I think I'm getting sick. UGH.

November 19, 2003

Punch You In the Eye

Roo could, you know. Punch you in the eye. She's a black belt!

Happy Birthday Erika!!!

November 17, 2003

All Things Reconsidered


The fact that we only have 41 more days until Miami makes me feel better about our car.

Ooh! Here's something else that makes me feel better about the car: While searching for my Swiffer Dusters, I found a bag from summer tour full of batteries (which we need!) and a whole unopened pack of Glowsticks! Hee! 41 more days!