Depends who the indie dude is.
What did Amanda have to say about Didion? You know who also loves Didion is Reader critic and local scenester Jessica Hopper.
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fans vs blackballing?
i dunno. depends on what’s in shorter supply: fans or clubs
i don’t have squat to say about didion.
Ditto Jordan. Also how big is the indie-rock legend venue? And which was the greater future consequences: being able to say “Opened for Indie Rock Legend” or being blackballed from a club?
no, I had an argument with the pinefox, not Amanda. (what do you think of Didion, Amanda?) He wrote lots of smart stuff which you should read whenever ILX-proper returns, but basically he thinks she’s too mean. I think she’s nice.
I still don’t know the indie rock legend of which you speak.
Oh, I misread your sentence, H. You were addressing Amanda, not including her as someone with whom you argued about Didion. That’s a good example, though, of how the serial comma is much more effective. Your lack of it should’ve clued me in as to the meaning of the sentence. In the UK it would still be ambiguous.
Everything is still ambiguous in the UK.
I recognize that pic, but can’t place the band name.
Here is an excerpt from an embarassing college paper I just read online that made me laugh and laugh:
The orchid has even known to be erotic and influence sexuality. This species makes people just do the strangest things that somewhere in the world there has to be at least two people that have experienced love from their magnificence. I wouldn’t be surprised if two humans overlooking a genus of orchid became so moved by its presence that both were aroused to initiate intercourse; thus creating life and pollinating the world. It may be a little far fetched, however, in life, especially with orchids, there is nothing but flowering possibilities.
Indie-rock legend venue holds 300. But it’s a solo performer, meant to be an intimate evening, etc. Plus it’s not in Chicago.
No idea what the consequences are. I’m pretty sure we’re going to keep the show we have, because we like to play by the rules and have a reputation as a good band to work with, but it’s also kind of a bummer.
OK GUYS: Dude is J3R3MY 3N1GK from $UNNY D@Y R3@L 3$T@T3
That orchid excerpt is awesome, Sarah.
“Oh look, honey, it’s a genus of orchid.”
!!! Hilarity! to Sarah.
To John—oh it’s just the one guy? Forget it.
Yeah, but you know there are $SDR3 fans from way back when who’ll still show up in droves to see him.
I mean $DR3. Whatever.
TS: cancelling a booked/contracted gig vs. putting together a band wholly comprised of sub musicians (except for one dude) with the same name?
(we are doing the latter in feb.)
later chicago.
I remember that impromptu Undertow meeting. It was shortly after N&S’s bday throw down bash.
Yeah, it was like the second time ever I’d seen you guys. There was the awkward moment of whether or not I should say hi. These days I just run up and give you big ol’ bear hugs every chance I get.
We had that same awkward moment! But we fixed it with beer, which fixes everything.
I have to write a simulation for my mediation class and mine is all about a magician and Houdini historian who appeared on an episode of Legend Smashers, “a popular television show on which two co-hosts test urban legends under scientific conditions to determine whether the legends have any basis in reality.”
Can you tell I was watching TV while doing my homework?
Why do the libraries close at 5pm on Fridays? DOES LEARNING HAVE TO STOP?? I wanted to go to the library after practice this afternoon. Bastards!
I hate that! I’ve been burned by that before.
I’m here. What do you want.
Why do the libraries close at 5pm on Fridays? DOES LEARNING HAVE TO STOP?? I wanted to go to the library after practice this afternoon. Bastards!
The one in my neigborhood doesn’t (Bezazian).
Is the library in your neighborhood IN ARMENIA?
Jesse, WTF is your gmail message about?
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall
it’s the first line of the poem “Mending Wall,” a poem that contains the famous and frequently misused line “good fences make good neighbors.”
Also, my fucking foot is wet because my shoe has a hole in it.
I love that poem.
Why Armenia?
I’m putting on my Christmas wish list:
Robert Frost poems
Dremmel Tool
Because lots of names that end in -ian are Armenian and the presence of Zs is another tipoff: witness Bezazian.
God I love Robert Frost.
I Googled Bezazian and the first result was the Bezazian branch of the CPL. My drawing professor was Armenian and his surname was An@ni@n.
“The environment of my life causes me sudden horror because it is my irreparable petrification, the proof that I am this and not A or B. To travel is to invent a spatial future. Instead, if I stay, I destroy even the temporal future to replace it with a matchbox future, a future of weekends, new detective stories, Thursdays with Olga and Sundays at the cinema. I know how many shirts I have in the closet. The wall of my office is a vertebra. Soup, then soup. Then this blue armchair.”
- Julio Cortazar
Translation: I feel stagnant and unhappy.
I like detective stories and the cinema. I think I’d probably be into Olga too.
Soup, then soup. That’s so great.
I just watched an episode of America’s Test kitchen wherein they made chicken and dumplings. I come from a slick (or slip, I swear my family used these terms interchangeably but it seems that whichever one I use, I get mocked for not using the other one) dumpling family but this recipe made puffy, biscuit-like dumplings over a very rich stew and looked reeeeeaaaaaaallllly good. The heavy cream and chicken fat make it inappropriate for regular consumption, but I’m thinking as a nice new year’s day dinner, it would be absolutely delish.
nervous and i were in the same musical appreciation society back in college
I’ve already had lunch, but I want it again. I’m think my body is mistaking sleepy for hungry. It does that sometimes.
nervous and i were in the same musical appreciation society back in college
VINDICATION!
Someone brought in a bunch of Ghirardelli chocolates, including an eggnog-flavored chocolate. WAHT.
^^^^ sucker
:D
I think I’m going to wear this costume to my step-family’s xmas party:
It’s not an ornament, but I don’t think that will matter, in the end.
will you deliver a....MONOLOGUE?
HAHA:LKHF:LKAHL:DKFHL:KDFlk;jsadl;kfjasdfjkljdaksjdf
i immediately regret that
Someone throw a beer can in the direction of Montana, would you? You guys are closer than I am.
throw west young man
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I think dressing as a giant cartoon penis is just the kind of thing I would do. At least nobody will ask you, “What are you supposed to be?”
holy fuck, shoveling almost killed me. plus the 3 mile walk back from harlem & lake didn’t help. but goddamn, am i gonna sleep well tonight.
Someone throw a beer can in the direction of Montana, would you?
gbx, i have a fridge with 13 frosty old styles in it and before she left my friend said she stashed a 30 pack in the bedroom closet for me (there was a party here two nights before she left). i have no want for beers.
but my arm isn’t that good so if you want to partake, star walking.
I’m the fuck out. Have a good weekend Chi.
okey dokey
i would like a half-dozen beers, plz
i immediately regret that
hee! people saying this is my favorite thing.
Ha! I almost posted that here! Funny.
In news that is likely only exciting to me, a friend of ours writes stories for video games and named a non-playing character in an upcoming game after me.
“Specialist Burg3ss is in the tavern of the main base, talking about ethics and morality and the ignoring of the Geneva Convention.”
I’m in a tavern! Talking about ethics and morality and international law! IT IS LIKE REAL LIFE!
Reading Robert Frost is like eating Jenny’s stuffed squash, or like doing a chore that you find satisfying like running the weedeater: it’s delicious, wholesome, plain, yet nuanced. You can kind of feel the poetic nutrients absorbing in the fabric of your mind. It’s like a snack of nuts and berries, or charcuteries.
And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,
As it ran light, or had to bear a load.
And nothing happened: day was all but done.
Call it a day, I wish they might have said
To please the boy by giving him the half hour
That a boy counts so much when saved from work.
This piece is great, but so much better on a re-reading, with knowledge of the end:
They listened at his heart.
Little—less—nothing!—and that ended it.
No more to build on there. And they, since they
Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.
Now I’m off to the Holiday Club to meet Satchel for a drink.
There’s a trumpet play in front of the Jewel playing Christmas songs. He or she is not good.
I had a wonderful day with Julia. We watched TCM and stumbled across a movie that hardly seemed worth watching, until, of course, we started watching it. “Paper Moon” with Ryan O’Neal and a ten-yr-old Tatum O’Neal, who apparently won an Oscar for it. Just charming as all hell. Very funny, too.
And then I came home and watched “Seven Brides for Seven Brothers,” which is my second favorite Hollywood musical. Sexist? Oh, hell yeah. On one level it’s ludicrously sexist, but that’s all parody. On a deeper level it’s good ol’ fashioned 50’s sexist, and that’s harder to swallow. But know that going in, and it’s just marvelous. The songs are great, and I sing them in the shower sometimes. (“Bless your beautiful hide / Wherever you may be.”) The dance numbers are so great that they made me a little misty, no joke. There are not a lot of movies that make me choke up because of how unrepentantly JOYOUS they are. They don’t make those at all anymore.
The #1 musical, though, is always “Singin’ In The Rain,” which I watched on Thursday night. And yeah, I don’t know what it is that makes me get all misty when Donald O’Connor does “Make ’em Laugh,” but it gets me every time. It’s a totally different kind of misty than at the end of “It’s A Wonderful Life”; less sappy but somehow more nostalgic. It’s not tugging at the heart strings, but it’s tugging at something. It’s a feeling of, “Now THIS... this is perfection.”
First thing out of bed this morning, I regaled Julia with a number fron Singin’ in the Rain.
Don’t bring a frown to old Broadway
Ah, you got a clown on Broadway
Your troubles there
[flourish] THEY’RE OUT OF STYLE
for Broadway always wears a smile
etc.
I am not a homosexual.
Methinks you doth protest too much.
I did once march down Broadway in the driving sleet to the tune of a bagpiper playing “Singin’ in the Rain”. We twirled around a couple of lamp posts for good measure before we froze solid and had to be chipped out of our ghillies.
Methinks you doth protest too much.
I know I do. But if only you knew how very very much I like girls...
The liking of musicals is harder to explain, is all.
Methinks you doth protest too much.
I ALWAYS PROTEST TOO MUCH. ABOUT EVERYTHING. I PROTEST ABOUT EVERYTHING I CAN THINK OF BECAUSE I’M COLOSSALLY INSECURE. This should not be news, exactly.
...neither should it be endearing.
bah, i was supposed to watch charade last night and there was a change of plans.
young tatum o’neal reminded me a lot of my sister when she was little...probably that whole little-girl-who-looks-like-a-boy, not the adorable/manipulative thing. my sister didn’t look like tatum o’neal when she got older though.
WHY THE FUCK AM I AWAKE. so fucking sleepy. i woke up at 6:30 and dammit it’s sunday.
Good times:
I saw that guy once, it was fun. Probably the best one-dude singer/songwriter gig I’ve seen.
I am sad to say that I am considering taking a money-saving measure that will reduce my enjoyment of life: I may be saying goodbye to cable TV. I considered 86ing Netflix too.
Which will it be? Netflix or Cable?
Biggest bills:
Rent
Cell phone
DSL (landline and internet)
Cable
Electricity
Gas
Oh yeh, and
Student loan goes in right after Rent.
netflix >>>> cable
Yeah, plus Netflix is less than $20 a month! Cable is like twice that, isn’t it?
I would ditch the landline. Unless you can’t. I would keep cable over netflix, you know, since you like watching sports so much these days. Call up your cable company and tell them you are leaving so that they give you a better deal.
tcm >>> netflix
or maybe i should say
tcm + dvr >>> netflix
Nashville is laid out in a very confusing circular pattern. It is a nice place to visit, though. This is the first time I’ve returned to Chicago from visiting another place where it really felt like home coming back. I like that.
I like Singin’ in the Rain too, and remember liking Paper Moon too, though it’s been a really long time since I’ve seen it.
tcm >>> netflix
Jesse doesn’t get TCM anyhoo. I say fuck a bunch of cable.
I would ditch the landline. Unless you can’t.
This is the evil of AT&T dsl. It comes with a landline, no option. Canceling the dsl means getting rid of the phone, and vice versa. They make you sign a contract.
I’ve been through this before. SBC (as it was then) charged me $40 a month for dsl and phone with no long distance. Then I got a bill every month for nearly a hundred dollars. Upon examination, the bill was FULL of wrong charges and mistakes. So every month I called them, and every month they told me they would take the charges off the bill. Sometimes they did, and sometimes they didn’t. By the time this constant tug of war was over, I had paid them everything I did not owe them, and swore never to do business with them again. And I will not. Ever. I would rather have bamboo under my fucking fingernails than ever deal with a phone monopoly ever ever again.
So I have a cellphone and I have a cable modem. So far, no troubles. I don’t anticipate many, either, since both of those companies have real competition.
Calling and bitching at Comcast, in my experience, can accomplish huge feats of cheapness. I once yelled loud enough that I got my cable bill cut in half. IN HALF.
I made Yenny’s stuffed squash last night with acorn squash. It was great! I added a little bit of mushroom powder to the stuffing and it added an earthy sort of taste. Verdict: DELISH. Thank you for posting the recipe!
I cooked, too! I felt so accomplished last night, tho my apartment was surprisingly cold and not-heated-like. I stewed a chicken and put up the extra stock and made soup with the rest!
I made some other stuff too but I won’t bore you with deets.
I do wonder, though — I ordered some stuff from that Alchemy lab of perfumery and I was wondering how long it would take to get here. Has anyone made an order and received it? How long did it take?
Nevermind, apparently it takes 14–21 days.
I made a big fuck-off fried salami sandwich last night. It was for nostalgia’s sake, I hadn’t had one in years but I loved them as a kid. I think it made me sick (or at least dehydrated), I was up around 1 am drinking water.
I had un-fried salami. It is also good. And a large salad full of red bell peppers.
Good morning! With the wind chill, it was ONE DEGREE for my walk in from the bus. Exciting!
I’m having some hot chocolate at my desk. None of my coworkers have commented on the crazy dye job I got this weekend. I look Calico, in a good way, or at least I think so.
I haven’t received my Alchemy lab order yet.
I’m not supposed to wear jeans on any day but Friday, but this morning I decided they could eat me. I was not going out there in thin slacks to feel my legs quickly go numb.
BPAL should send you an email telling you when your stuff ships. It took mine a good two weeks, I think. I know I was really antsy and sending Jeff text messages about “Did it come yet???” because we have packages shipped to his house since who freaking knows how to get packages delivered into the compound here.
Jesse, get rid of your electricity.
I waited for 20 minutes for a train yesterday in the nasty, windy cold. Fuck the fucking CTA. I have had really bad luck with them lately; they made me late for work twice in one week. I feel sorry for Brown line riders this weekend because you suckers were on “Brown Line” buses or SOL a lot of the time.
You know what’s weird? When it’s around 40 degrees out, my apartment is chilly because the heat doesn’t come on at all. But when it gets really cold the heat comes on and never goes off. Last night was blazing hot, as it is now too.
Maybe wherever your building thermostat is located is drafty? In my last building the ‘stat was IN THE FURNACE ROOM, meaning that it got hot in there in about 15 minutes and kept the heat off all day.
I added a little bit of mushroom powder to the stuffing and it added an earthy sort of taste.
I ate my leftovers of Jenny squash with some turkey cold cuts and gravy, to which I added mushroom powder (Spice House?), and as usual, it made me happy.