Smile, You Are Alive (mostly just wanted to share my new haircut)

New Hair Cuts, Peter you Gawd!

Husband and I decided, after a yummy nosh at PF Chang's (we had to try it once), and driving around listening to The Glow Pt 2 ((v. um, good? is that the right way? I like the Ice song the best personally, on that other album) Hubs loves The Microphones, can't get enough)) and seeing this sign (see headline title) on the corner of Bauman and Markham, that while our friends telling us we have bad/weird tastes isn't offensive to us (although it could be), us telling them they had markedly mediocre tastes would be incredibly offensive to them. We could never play Ween's "Your Party" or any Ween song for that matter without derisive looks. At least we'll always be able to have our inside jokes when those songs do come on. And at least I really like that Scartissue song by Red Hot Chili Peppers. There, everyone's happy now! (((!!!))) whatever.

All the way from Borneo, a stiff wind, a full sail

I heart Maakies. (all this is copyrighted n' shit)

They had a short run on Adult Swim a while back (maybe a season or 2, can't remember) but it's almost too long at a 15 minute stint, just long enough as a comic strip. All hail Tony Millionaire.

PS: In case you were wondering, the decidedly lame-o Lean Cuisine lunch campaign soldiers on. Today, the actually tasty Beef Burgundy. I was quite taken with how not-tough the beeflets were.

contre nous

Hannah Liden, Untitled, 2005



Searching to see what ole Katerina Jebb is up to (sadly her site is down, the only page for a while used to be a beautiful tarte postcard featuring a woman's photocopied nipple signed "To Hef, xoxo Katerina"-completely it), I've found a new photographer I'm really into.

Hanna Liden, with her ghastly nudes, grim reapers, and Scandinavian lore. She's terrific!

Haircuts today. Going back blonde white girl 60s afro. I'm so pumped.

Hubs is bringing the flash drive home so I can transfer all my girly mess of music onto his super computer and dance around cooking for the party with my shuffles. He also told me my Christmas present came in so I must slip him a mickey and go snooping! I love Krimmas times!!

Party Saturday. We're already on: The Final Countdown!

and jamaica, do you know what I have done?

More fabulous womens I need more of in my life:

Aimee Mann, of course, god she kills. It's Not is one of the best, most well written songs ever. KILLS.

Also now, Charlotte Martin, Veins EP, song Root. Takes a sec to catch on and then that chorus slams in and you're like wow (and by you, I of course, mean me). A plus for Tori lovers.


I need restaurant suggestions for New York. We always like to have something planned and it's going to be so cold, so the more plans the better. EEE!! I can't wait!

Can you bear a little longer to wear that leash?

Diane Cluck, I want to swim in your hair.

Oh Joanna Newsome Pandora radio station that I created. Chock full of Joanna Newsome, Nina Nastasia, Mirah, (can I also add the incredible Diane Cluck - god she's so beautiful too) all the lovely ladies of folk.

My favorite lyric of today:

Can you bear a little longer to wear that leash?
My love, I swear by the air I breathe:
Sooner or later, you'll bare your teeth

But for now, just dance, darling
C'mon, will you dance, my darling?
Darling, there's a place for us
Can we go, before I turn to dust?
Oh my darling, there's a place for us

-Monkey + Bear, Joanna Newsome, Ys

I spend my days balancing multi-million dollar checkbooks. I dream in 1s and 0s.

what it was, incarnation

Go immediately and listen to Sufjan Stevens's Concerning The UFO Sighting Near Highland, IL. It has been my life theme today. It's perfect.

Working out The Graveyard by Tori on the piano next. We'll see. Can't get no Fiona Apple illegally. Some REM tunes are also on my list.

I don't know if I'll ever be going to WWT again although suprisingly Sarah Hughes band was really rocking. My beautiful high shoes on the other hand, were completely a bad choice. But I looked cute and that redhead noticed. Ha. And to that girl, you were so completely wrong about me. But I ain't mad atcha.

I'll come running to you now, baby if you want me

Listening to Velvet Underground probably more than is healthy lately. Especially Nico era. Long live the lovely heroin addicts.

Speaking of, some terrifying junkie kiddie pics on Gawker today that further scare my womb back into the black. Biology be damned, it would be my luck to birth a fire-breathing fundamentalist or one of those kids.

And to think, I used to find those kids adorable. hhmmm Sometimes I'm very glad we now spend our party nights just sitting on people's porches, high heels slung over our shoulders, long necklaces caught in our hair, holes in our tights. At least it's still romantic to me. More often though, we're in remnants of work clothes and shawls poking at the fires, sitting on coolers. What a wonderful world.

Working on sales reports before the weekend! yeao! Going to Ben's after work for some good old fashioned hole digging (no pun intended). His parents donated him a bunch of azaleas (like 15) and he'll need some help. I'm in a generous, wanting to work out in a good, earthy way mood. I will definitely regret this forever as it will abso-lutely screw up my bones but what's some extremely hard labor for good friends?

PS: I'm glad you wrote me back.