Sunday, July 29, 2007

mix for witches

i am making a mix for myself, maybe andrew, maybe you if you want in on it. . .

it is really just all mary timony, kind of, all the time.

mary timony: W.O.W.
marytimony: blood tree
helium: ooo
mary timony: in the grass
lou reed: street hassle
turbonegro: denim deamon
black sabbath

i!i! this is a picture of ALISON COOL. i am going to resize it because i am embarassed about it suddenly. see blog comments.
this picture is supposed to look witchy, but it doesn't against this yellow background. only against a white background does it look witchy.


this picture belongs to alison and all proprietary rights belong to alison/brenden harman.
editing:
about glamour is a silly name for a store, but it is because they don't totally speak english.
pop has good pants. there, i almost bought some dresses but thankfully am too poor. one of the dresses was frighteningly beautiful, and inexpensive, but reminded me too much of someone whose name i'm not going to say because i'll seem like a maniac for thinking of her. but it was funny to realize. if you guess the person, you get a mix cd of your choosing (theme of your choosing). and the sleeves didn't fit easily over my fat or muscular arms.

Saturday, July 28, 2007

country music

i'm from the south, so i am going to start listening to country music. this is beacuse i'm trying to get an inroad into listening to a better, more universal music, the music quentin tarantino listens to. i was thinking about this last night, and because of it i had a dream in which cory arcangel was wearing a cowboy hat, and then gave me his cowboy hat. that is probably the funnest thing that has happened to me in a dream for a month. but anyway, what got me started on this was "fist city" by loretta lynn. also "mama tried" by merle haggard, and "witchita lineman" by glen campbell.

when i was little, my parents listened to ONLY the following albums:
deja vu
nick of time
eric clapton unplugged
blues and roots
ingenue
absolute torch and twang

reason i like country music:
THE VOCALS ARE BETTER / THE SWAGGER IS BIGGER / THE GUITARS ARE SLITHERIER



it used to freak out the annoying hippies i lived with in 'frisco when i played "these boots are made for walkin'" because they were stoned idiots. there would extrapolate meaning from me playing it. people are always extrapolating meaning from me, and back then i would start to believe them. i was in a dark living room and it was 2006. OH YEAH. there were tremendously annoying parakeets that i almost murdered. back then, i knew how to make cream of carrot soup really well, and can't remember the recipe. one of my housemates said he was from "ohio- the big island", but really he said "hawaii- the big island". he was rich, i think. he was one of those rich people who thinks you want to be friends with him only because he is rich. there was the newsie-like gay chick. there was the know it all alterna-chick. there was the actually really friendly guy who began sleeping with the classy art chick, as of the day before i came to live there. there was an axis of wackness formed by this other guy and his new girlfriend. there was the goofy girl from mit (it is easy to get into mit when you are a girl). i cultivated all these defense mechanisms to deal with them, my housemates, and soon those mechanisms came to be who i was. around this time is when i committed myspace suicide. my head was shaved. and i had accidentally bought a skin-head-looking sweater. i already owned skin-head looking jeans. it was FREEZING all the time. i had purchased marijuana from erin hurley's coworker and watched "walk the line", which has kind of ghastly erotic overtones.

anyway since then i have learned that it is a mistake to expect very much from movies/people, especially strange housemates. i think everything would have been fine if i had learned to sleep more during this venture. more sleep, more earplugs. more isolation and patience.
sorry i just want to take this time in my life, squeeze it into a ball, and throw it at you.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

weird outfits

ok zig zag has a twitchy palsy and is sitting on my lap. he doesn't understand physics and is THE DUMBEST CAT. i'm wearing slimy sateen soccer shorts. zz cat has the WORST capability of being able to project his voice as far as a creature 20 TIMES HIS SIZE.
this---> is a VERRRRY funny lecture in which an artist that we all know explains a lot of things. link
CA: he went to my college, was a hacker and read everyone's emails in the computer lab. unfortunately, i did not talk to upperclassman until i was one so i cannot kick it with this dude's miraculous anti-drudgery art.
the reason i DIDN'T NOT go inside the MOMA was that my working life is so drudegerous and grey. i am a temp, and today i was dressed as my blog.
i'm not allowed to use the internet at work it's suprisingly weird that no one talks to me i think i don't like to subjugate myself to office politics enough to suck up to people and be the first to say hello. i ran into my bobsey twin emilo on the subway this evening after walking, in my weird outfit, all the way up to 14th street. he was wearing a liver heather and hot pink ringer t-shirt and mustard colored jeans.

Monday, July 23, 2007

i don't want to have a lame post about anagrams

neil kelley and i used to make news segments by searching reuters "news of the weird" and reading it over some sea and cake music. i'm going to make a news segment right now.
okay put on some sea and cake. or, some kind of groovy world lounge music.
LOL
it used to REALLY ANNOY DJS WHO TAKE "news" SERIOUSLY AND HAD TO BROADCAST OUR MP3S
but also we would read some VERY SERIOUS news as well- while giggling. we were idiots and didn't know how to use protools, although now in a snowstorm on acid i'd be able to use protools like *snap*. I HATE NEW YORK IT IS GAY HERE

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Thursday, July 19, 2007

trading barbs: the 90s

book coming out
funny courtney love penned article, one
and two
all
this
shit
is
funny
to
me

i am half assedly trying to find barbs that were traded between steve malkmus and billy corgan.

okay here are some
underfoot
this sort of doesn't fit the criteria?

malkmus called the smashing pumpkins "the pumpkies."
these don't really give that much information about trading barbs in the 90s.