“Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!” – Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds (I am so fucking stoked for this record to come out, every time I think about it I get so overwhelmed I have to take several deep breaths and rub my forehead)
“Great Ghosts” – the Microphones
“My Love” – Justin Timberlake ft TI
“The Heart of Saturday Night” – Tom Waits
“Sleep Walk” – Santos and Johnny
“Speakerphone” – Kylie
“Hands Off My Gold” – Celebration
“Missing You” – A Place To Bury Strangers
“He Called Me Baby” – Candi Staton
Audio tour of January 14, 2008
Winter weekend
(I have a little obsession with matching the color of the tea on the box with my tea by adding just the right amount of milk.)
+
(How have I never seen this before?! I’m crying, I’m laughing, I’m downloading the Righteous Brothers)
=
BOO YA!
Begrudging silence
I am in a huge music rut. Nothing makes me feel worse.
PLEASE GIVE ME MUSIC SUGGESTIONS OR I MIGHT DIE.
Iconoclasts
I’m watching the Dave Chappelle/Maya Angelou episode and I’ve been crying since the first second. Ohhh Maya Angelou, sing me to sleep.
This was all I could find on YouTube, but it’s better than nothing.
Retreat to the bottom of the sea
In 7 hours I will be done with this job. It is going to be the longest 7 hours of my life, I suspect. I don’t have a new job lined up, but at this point I am so ecstatic to be done with this one that all of my stress and worry is temporarily shelved.
I’ve spent the last week going out every night and barely staying awake during the work day. My old pals Clap Your Hands Say Yeah were here two weekends in a row, and spent 4 days here this week. Lucas’ friend Andre is TMing them right now, too, so Yenie and I pretended not to have day jobs and stayed out every night and had loads of fun. I’ve learned that I am frighteningly unskilled at both pool and Scrabble. My natural tendency to shit-talk during competition has proved to be utterly useless. By this time next year, I will be a pool shark. MARK MY WORDS.
My plans for the future: taking (hopefully) all of next week off, spending as much time as possible sleeping, reading and being in and around the ocean and with my boo. Tomorrow night I’m going to see the National and Sunday my parents are coming through to belatedly celebrate my Maaam’s birthday. Oh, sweet relief. No more wanting to throw myself down a set of stairs between the hours of 9am and 5pm.
Turn and face the strain
These last few weeks have been super busy and nutty. I’ve been going out and being much more social, which has been great, despite the lack of sleep. I’ve been to friends’ art openings and birthday parties, seen movies, walked around neighborhoods I’ve never spent much time in, seen some shows, met a lot of new people, and last night went to a big party my boss threw with an open bar where Julia and I drank a lot of vodka and started giving homeless people all of our money, staged photos in rickshaws, dumped bowls of fortune cookies into our bags and talked a lot of bullshit to total strangers who had to have been scared. Example: I told some dude a list of things Julia liked, which included Lola (her kitten), Marcella, eggs benedict and Target. I’ve spent most of the day working with the lights off.
While that end of things has been a nice change of pace from my usual routine of getting home at 5:30, immediately taking my pants off (sometimes changing into yoga pants, mostly just sitting around in my unders) and reading or watching awful TV until I go to sleep at 11, I am exhausted and defeated by trying to find a new job. I realized I’ve basically been on a job search since June ‘06. I would like it to be fucking over. I tend to get entirely consumed with stress and anxiety about the whole process, and cry and yell at the people I love most when thinking about how I’ll be able to pay my rent next month. It completely rules over my life and I just don’t know how to change that. I’ve had some interviews, but nothing has panned out because they’ve all ended up being part-time positions. My friend’s mom told me recently that I’m 23, have been working for the last 5 years, and need to take a break. I wish I could. She told me it seriously depressed her to know I have 2 weeks of vacation per year. I tend to agree. I am desperate to travel by myself for a year, get out of my comfort zone and go places where I don’t speak the language or know anybody. Unfortunately this takes a large sum of money which, at this rate, I will never have.
Top 5 places I want to go:
1.) India
2.) Nepal
3.) Thailand
4.) Nicaragua (obvs)
5.) Egypt
These are all from the Lonely Planet site, which is the most amazing porn ever.
In the meantime, I’ll be on craigslist looking for jobs in a panic.
Shibby!
I tried to post this on Thursday but WordPress was down, so here is Cellz’s birthday post, 3 days late.
On this day 23 years ago, the world was joined by the one and only Marcella (aka Marzipan, Mah, Celery, Yierba McFumador, Cellz, Cella Bunz, Bunz, Burzilla, Chicken Tikki Marcella, etc)! Needless to say, today is a cause for celebration – the kind with boob cakes.
She is the Salt to my Pepa, the Jesse to my Chester, the Yierba McFumador to my Juanny Fumayierba, the Odette to my Vereena. Probably most importantly, she is my sister in impudence.
So happy birthday, my darling girl! You are a forest fire.
Remember the time….
this mannequin looked just like me? My friend Dan and his mom were at a flea market in Santa Barbara a few years ago and both stopped dead when they saw this because they each independently thought it looked like me. I’d forgotten about it and just found it and it scared me shitless again.
Of course I’d never wear my hair like that, but otherwise it’s pretty creepy. Just like the Elaine mannequin on Seinfeld. Or maybe instead of being given birth to, I’m really like a character in the 80s movie “Mannequin” and came to life in a department store one night.
Exercise has its rewards
Julia and I went on a long powerwalk along the ocean at Crissy Fields and under the Golden Gate Bridge the other day. On our way back to the bus, we came across a 6-pack of Becks, with 5 unopened bottles.
I will now exercise every day and hope for the same outcome. Maybe even a bottle of champers will appear…?
