you think "i'll carve a path through new york and be an artist"

all points thunder and lightning storm

Fri, 08 Aug 2008 19:18:12 GMT

This is just really funny, and by funny I mean absolutely unfortunate, but once again I am glad I am not going to All Points West today, the first day:

From Brooklyn Vegan.

Though a bit of rain always gives a bit of atmosphere, and thunder and lightning in the background would be wicked...I'd rather not go temporarily go blind from all the makeup in my eyes and then have my iPod die. Again.

I'm so fucking excited for tomorrow. It totally makes up for being too broke to go to yesterday's Black Keys concert at McCarren Pool. Which was apparently "the best show I've seen all summer!!!!!!" according to all the NYC music peeps. Whatever.

And as someone wrote on Brooklyn Vegan: "This weekend is all about All Points West (well, Friday and Saturday...are people going on Sunday?)"

Hah.

bobby bob bob.

Mon, 14 Jul 2008 04:53:58 GMT

There's a Borders near my new apartment and yesterday Sarah and I printed out our 20% coupons (any item) and 40% coupons (limit 3 CDs per person) and hit it UP. I am now the proud owner of something I had completely forgotten about -- Nick Hornby's newest novel, Slam. I think it might have come out while I was living in London, and I didn't want to buy it then cos of the price and the transporting it back to the States. Anyway, it's his first try at a YA novel, and I'm all for that cos I'll be able to read it even more quickly. But I started it yesterday before I went out, and it's about a fifteen year old skater boy (probably somewhere in North London off the Piccadilly line, as Hornby novels often are set)...whose imaginary friend is Tony Hawk. And I'm like...wot. Anyway, I'm sure it'll be amazing but not often do you find me reading skater novels so this is new territory for me.

Also picked up Dr. Dog's We All Belong (with a nice little crazy poster/liner notes), The Velvet Underground's Loaded, and Tom Waits' Rain Dogs.

I love nights when I go out and just immediately pass out when I come home at whichever small hour of the morning, and then don't properly get up until it's actually time for me to be functional (aka go to work), and just grab my purse and bring it along with me. Because I end up opening up my purse while I'm walking and inevitably discover loose dollar bills just spread around it shambolically, random stickers/flyers, and in the case of last night: a light-up shot glass and a weird syringe pen.

I totally missed out on the free No Age show at the South Street Seaport on Friday because I didn't even leave work until around 10:30 and according to people on last.fm, those free shows barely ever go past 10. But apparently afterwards, at around midnight, they played Death By Audio (a Williamsburg venue compared to The Smell) and it was hot and sweaty and I COULD HAVE BEEN THERE.

Also, if my co-worker doesn't call me back about covering next Sunday I'm going to miss the free show at McCarren with Liars, Fuck Buttons, and Team Robespierre.

Life is hard. But at least I have tickets to Supergrass on the 30th and it will be a night full of nostalgia and Brit Pop. I hope I catch Gaz Coombes' pick again.

la nuit! cette nuit!

Thu, 10 Apr 2008 20:54:16 GMT

It is really, really hard to do homework while listening to Robots In Disguise.

By the time I get to the DJ's Got A Gun remix at the end of this album, there'll be no hope for me.

Also, I was looking at Wikipedia for the correct tracklistings of their albums earlier, and found this:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Robots.in.disguise.boys.jpg

Heh.

ALSO causing me trouble is the fact that it's 75 degrees out and I'm STUCK INSIDE.

proof of something:

Mon, 17 Mar 2008 02:33:27 GMT

Either that my brain is and always has been a bit off, or that The Mighty Boosh has further enabled my sense of fantasy and anti-realism:

I saw on my Comcast homepage the headline: JPMorgan Buys Bear, Fed Cuts Rate...

and my first thought was, "Wow. I wonder why JPMorgan needs a bear!"

Clicking the link naturally I found that they're buying some Bear Stearns company. WHATEVS.

back in san falafel

Sun, 16 Mar 2008 01:22:09 GMT

I think this journal is in dire need of a rehaul. I kind of want to rename it "mamazoom" or something.

"You KNOW Mama Zoom. She was here last Thursday. She was the one eating toast."

Anyway, I want to actually write in this thing which has been tough since I've been in Brooklyn for lack of internets. But we have another appointment with Time Warner Cable on the 25th, the Tuesday after break and for fuck's sake, I am going to have some goddamn internet.

Seeing Beach House tonight, weeeeeeee.

shows I should/could be seeing this week:

Mon, 29 Oct 2007 06:24:03 GMT

1 November: Animal Collective at the Astoria
2 November: The White Stripes at the O2
5 November: Heima screening at the NFT
5 November: Wilco at Brixton Academy (Carling Academy Brixton, whatevs)
6 November: Devendra Banhart at the Forum
9 November: Andrew Bird at KOKO
10 November: Beirut at the Roundhouse

And I think there are a few more I can't remember.

But instead on Thursday morning I am flying to Marseille with Katie and we're travelling around the South of France until the 11th. So, y'know.

(Oh my god, this journalism paper is retarded. So is this class. But I have 280 more words to write and while that doesn't seem like a lot, it really is. And it's 6:23 AM and I just...can't think.)

a modest proposal

Mon, 15 Oct 2007 18:44:42 GMT

But unlike Jonathan Swift, I am not proposing that anyone eats babies.

Radiohead should tour with a string and brass section. I mean, come on. Sig has Amiina, Sufjan has his entourage...it can be done.

So imagine the possibilities we'd have.

- How To Disappear Completely with Jonny's intro Ondes Martenot solo AND the gorgeous heartbreaking strings.
- The opportunity for them to actually play Life In A Glasshouse live.
- The National Anthem, with full on brass shredding, instead of Thom's scatting.
- Somehow a version of In Limbo? (I think my brain would explode.)
- An even cooler Pyramid Song.
- Dollars & Cents, finally to its full live potential.
- Fucking Climbing Up The Walls. (Again, brain exploding.)
- Um, Motion Picture Soundtrack?
- Street Spirit (Fade Out). THE END.
- Oh my god if they played Paperbag Writer. YARP.

This is mostly brought to you by the fact that I NEVER want to hear Reckoner without the strings. (Same with like, all of In Rainbows.)

Tonight I downloaded a mp3 editor that lets you reverse tracks and finally experienced the truth: Like Spinning Plates is in fact I Will (No Man's Land) reversed.

My initial goal was to prove that the beginning of Nude is several tracks of the ending, reversed. (It totally is.)

the flying club cup and my first two weeks in london

Tue, 11 Sep 2007 21:42:57 GMT

Basically Beirut's The Flying Club Cup is going to be my favourite album out of 2007, though maybe once the year is over I'll have to do a re-ranking. (Person Pitch will certainly be up there if not #1.)

Animal Collective's Strawberry Jam is all sorts of brilliant and awesome and jesus if Peacebone isn't one of their best openers ever and Panda Bear singing in Derek is the perfectest perfect (and I think they may have played Cuckoo Cuckoo at NYU last year), but TFCC is like everything I've ever loved about Beirut had an orgy with the Amélie soundtrack. Which is my favourite soundtrack. Ever.

So I've been listening to TFCC (and SJ) constantly. Beyond that I haven't done an extraordinary amount of things in London, save drinking pint upon pint and gorging myself on biscuits and chocolate. (A fucking Jaffa Cake in my coat pocket.) We almost saw M.I.A. perform at some club, which could have been cool. We attempted karaoke but then I remembered how much I hate popular music from the past decade and got grumpy and left. We saw Knocked Up which amounted to a whopping $19.61, which was...fun. Luckily the RA just emailed us about two student discounted cinemas, one of which is showing Run, Fat Boy, Run (the newest Simon Pegg vehicle). So that's going to be fun.

We keep trying to plan trips, but even Ryanair has taxes and fees and doesn't even fly into fucking Amsterdam, what IS that. British Rail is ridiculously expensive so it looks like we'll be bus-tripping around the island. However, there are two NYU-sponsored trips upcoming, one this weekend to Stratford-upon-Avon and one following to Bath and Stonehenge.

They show an inordinate amount of American television here, and I mean...inordinate. Like bad ABC sitcoms that no one even watches in the states and Viva La Bam and Nick & Jessica: Newlyweds, and on and on and on. Basically we've been watching a lot of Scrubs.

They also sell guacamole here. It looks like the most disgusting green mush I've ever seen in my life, and it's kinda depressing.

but my heart cried out for you, california

Thu, 26 Apr 2007 19:23:36 GMT

Finally found a subletter for this summer, a family friend of Jean's. That's a load off my impending aneurysm!

I've got studio tomorrow and rehearsal until 6:30 (afterwards...Hot Fuzz?!?), tech all day Saturday, rehearsal for a few hours on Sunday, last day of studio on Monday then dinner with my cast, and on Tuesday 1 May I will finish my Stoppard paper before my call at 6 PM for opening night of Romeo and Juliet. We have four shows, we close on the 6th, and evaluations on the next day.

Then I get to fuck around NYC for a bit over a week. (During which I will hopefully see: The Wind That Shakes the Barley, 300 in IMAX, Grindhouse, and the 1st and 3rd parts of Tom Stoppard's Coast of Utopia trilogy.) Halley's flying back to the States after a year in Italia, and on the 15th she'll crash at my apartment for a couple days. I'm moving my clothes and stuff out on 17 May, then flying home on the 18th.

Oh, but California
California I'm coming home
(joni)

Question.

Thu, 22 Feb 2007 19:30:08 GMT

Do I apply for a retail staff position at the gayest American Apparel store in the world? I was walking to Gristede's a few minutes ago to buy some mayonnaise for making tuna, and in the window of the AA that's literally a 50 seconds' walk from my apartment door was a Now Hiring sign. No experience needed, for retail staff.

They probably won't hire me, as I can only really set aside two 'full' work days, but I'll have the added advantage that it will be hella easy for me to cover peoples' shifts. Or if someone doesn't show up. If I'm not rehearsing, they can just...call me and I'll be there before they finish the phone call.

Stupid Borders still hasn't contacted me, so this is looking kinda intriguing. And awesome.

marshmallow people say oh yeah, cos they think it's a masterpiece

Wed, 21 Feb 2007 04:08:45 GMT

Nothing better than listening to Campfire Songs while rain echoes in the alley through my Spider-man window.

Also, I watched a couple of syndicated episodes of Jake 2.0 on teevee Monday. Remember that show? I kind of love that guy who was on it...Christopher Gorham, I think. I saw him on an ad for Ugly Betty and it made me want to watch the show. Almost.

I should probably be working on my sonnet for Noah's class tomorrow. Or reading As You Like It so I can meet with Antonietta tomorrow at lunch to discuss our scene. Or completing my RADA application. It's due on 2 March and I still need to:

- re-write my résumé, upload it
- upload the text of my Henry IV, Part One Lady Percy monologue
- choose a second (contrasting) monologue, upload the text (prolly from AYLI?)
- write a personal statement
- get my transcript sent in
- bug Don so he'll submit my recommendation!

I'm getting all stressed just thinking about it. I swear, I'd probably have this all (or almost) done had I my freaking résumé. Both my acting and my 'work' résumé are on my old external harddrive, which could be fixed any time because all it is missing is a software file! Anyhow, I haven't written a new one since the ext HD 'died', because I haven't really needed to give one to anyone. And now there's probably stuff I'll have forgotten when I write this, and...it's just annoying.

I don't know why this is becoming such a chore, but the application page isn't really helping. I don't know whether they want the text of the monologues uploaded, or just ...given to them at the auditions. Whatever.

The auditions are on March 8-10, and if that wasn't retarded enough [they're ALWAYS the week after spring break, not BEFORE!], I'll be leaving for the airport at 12:45 on the 10th. So there's no way I can audition on that day. Hopefully I'll be able to pick my date.

Whatever. I'm getting into the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts, and I'll be living in London for a semester, and it's going to be brilliant.

Now back to my homework.

and now we are one in everlasting peace

Tue, 07 Nov 2006 05:59:53 GMT

Exit Music (For a film) is more moving than the entire play of Romeo and Juliet.

And "we hope that you choke" is quite possibly the most perfect lyric in the English language.

[there's such a chill, such a chill.]

i cannot keep the night from comin' in

Thu, 02 Nov 2006 18:38:50 GMT

Whoa. Always On The Run, my favourite lyrics site for artists I love, has a Joanna Newsom page which I like to marvel at frequently.

And guess what I found? Be a woman. A non-album track, performed once.

"Live at the "quiet quiet window lights" at bolinas in california, 22-01-05"

BOLINAS?

MOTHERFUCKING BOLINAS? MY FAVOURITE PLACE IN THE WORLD? My favourite quiet little reclusive beach town of a-thousand-and-change citizens?

Add that in the list of concerts I TOTALLY should have gone to.

...Except I was in New York at the time. And I may or may not have been into her music yet, I can't remember.

But still.

Ys

Wed, 01 Nov 2006 05:34:03 GMT

I don't know what to say besides the fact that Joanna Newsom's Ys is so good, I think it beats out everything [The Eraser, The Avalanche, The Crane Wife] as The Best Fucking Album Of 2006, Or Ever.

I can't stop listening to it, it's like an epic poem and a symphony had sex and gave birth to ...this.

And Only Skin, the longest track:

"While the river was twisting and braiding, the bait bobbed
And the string sobbed, as it cut through the hustling breeze
And I watched how the water was kneading so neatly
Gone treacly
Nearly slowed to a stop in this heat
- frenzy coiling flush along the muscles beneath

Press on me: we are restless things
Webs of seaweed are swaddling
You call upon the dusk
Of the musk of a squid
Shot full of ink, until you sink into your crib

Rowing along, among the reeds, among the rushes
I heard your song, before my heart had time to hush it!
Smell of a stone fruit being cut and being opened
Smell of a low and of a lazy cinder smoking

And when the fire moves away
Fire moves away, son
Why would you say
I was the last one?"

It just goes on forever and ever and I don't know what to do with myself. It's almost as long as The Tain!

November 14th, everyone must buy this album.

ending songs

Mon, 16 Oct 2006 04:59:59 GMT

Just now I was listening to Turn Into Something and thinking about my favourite ending songs to albums.

The last two minutes of that song, with the sitar dreamy fade-out, is just the PERFECT end to that album.

Other amazing ending songs? Let's see...

Untitled 8 (Popplagið). The way that album just explodes to a fiery death made me always wonder how their next album could come back from that. (Of course, then Takk... came and it was perfect.

Cymbal Rush. I lovelovelove this ending. You're carried along with Thom's oooh-ing and the piano like it's going to some huge crescendo like a Radiohead song normally would, but then it all suddenly DROPS OUT and you're alone with that creepy beat.

Sometimes I Make You Sad. Dude, it's got an organ and a Spanish guitar solo. Perfect crazy album, perfect crazy song.

California One/Youth and Beauty Brigade. It's such a perfect ending song that when The Decemberists once opened a concert with it, it practically ruined my whole experience.

The Tourist. God, that song just hurts. I mean, you've got the struggle of OK Computer, a man fighting against the machine, and then it all coalesces into Hey, man, slow down/Idiot, slow down, and I don't even know what it means but it's so sad.

Glory Box. Dummy is full of angst and romance and this is the perfect conclusion, it's kind of a sad acceptance of defeat.

Heysátan. I just keep thinking back to what Kjartan said, about the dying old man looking back over his life. It's actually, now that I think of it, harder for me to imagine a first track on a new album to come back from THIS. Because whereas obviously the perfect antithesis to death and destrcution is the heavenliness of Takk..., but I don't know. How do you come back from this perfect happy death? I'm thinking perhaps something eerie and foggy, almost Von-esque. I'm hoping they return to some of the spookier --not necessarily ambient-- stuff. I mean, I loved the album Takk... with all its cheery glee and they freakin' HAD to write that album after the soul-crushingness that is ( ), but they are also really good at the moody ethereal. Something like Lagið í gær.

A Day In The Life. Man, do I even have to say anything?

Battery In Your Leg. GRAHAM COXON, COME BACK TO MEEEE.

Well, I'm tired now. Julia, help me find more.

While yonder, wild and blue, the wild blue yonder looms.

Fri, 13 Oct 2006 04:23:25 GMT

On a Tuesday in late May we decided to go to the musée du Louvre early in the morning, at which point we discovered, okay, no, the Louvre is closed le mardi. So we decided to switch with our proposed plans for the next day, and get on the Métro at Palais Royal - Musée du Louvre, hop the 1 line towards La Défense, get off at Concorde, transfer onto the 8 towards Balard, get off at Invalides where we could take the RER C train line to the Versailles – Rive Gauche stop. The RER is kind of like BART, if the numbered lines are Muni. And I just put in far too much research trying to find which lines we took, but it was nothing compared to actually navigating the Paris Métro system. I mean, what the fuck.

We did the tour of the main apartments, the cheapest tour possible for something like €10 or €15. And it was glorious and beautiful and amazing and all, but what I loved most were the gardens. I think all of downtown San Rafael could have fit into the gardens at Versailles, but instead of attempted urban architecture you have mazes and fountains, hidden amphitheatres and standing pools.

We had 'pizza' at the café hidden in the garden maze, and afterwards Shannon, Jean, and Ali went to the bathroom. I was waiting for them when I suddenly had the oddest impulse to listen to Joanna Newsom's The Sprout and the Bean. I just sat there, in a maze, by myself, in this place where Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette would party their balls off and Marie would walk around with a gigantic wig, followed by 1,000 courtiers. And listened to Joanna; And the water! water! running clear beneath a white throat, and the hollow chatter of the talking of the Tadpoles, who know th'outside!

It was either that moment that was the catalyst, or perhaps I had been listening to her sporadically throughout the trip, but Joanna Newsom's The Milk-Eyed Mender became the soundtrack for my seventeen days in Europe. Now, whenever I listen to her, it's back to Eurail stations in Belgium and carrides down to Portsmouth.

My point in all of this is: I have album-sense-memory. Rubber Soul? Instantly puts me back in the car with Sophie, stuck in an increasingly snowy highway, while she drew cartoons of herself puking from motion sickness.

The Arcade Fire's Funeral is back in freshman year, when it was snowing all the time and the windchill put the temperature at below zero on a daily basis. Incubus' Morning View I listened to for the first time when we went to Puerto Vallarta, and that's what that album is to me. All I have to do is just *think* of The Mark, Tom, and Travis Show, and I'm sharing headphones with Julia on drives around Waikoloa.

I particularly love what I associate Nick Drake's Five Leaves Left with. It was a Sunday late afternoon, evening. It was, actually, Superbowl Sunday. My freshman year, and my Writing the Essay teacher had assigned us something odd: pick a point in the city, pick a direction, and start walking. Then take your second right, then your first left. Then your second right, then your first left. Keep going for 45 minutes.

It was one of the best things I've ever done in the city. I got, essentially, lost in the West Village, in all those alleyways and crooked streets. But for some reason, and I think this was the point of the experiment, I ended up where I started. (Mostly.) What made it so memorable was the twilight, the slightly warm weather, and the fact that absolutely no one was on the streets. Everyone was at home, in bars, glued to their televisions. Sometimes I could hear them, shouting. Sometimes I could see them.

But outside it was just me, walking, alone with Nick Drake.

"just a calm and modern day"

Sat, 23 Sep 2006 21:06:04 GMT

I canNOT stop listening to Animal Collective's Winters Love. Cannot. I think I've been listening to it on repeat all today and last night, but for some reason Last.fm's recorded it, like, twice. Which is retarded.

Haha. "You don’t call retarded people 'retards'. Bad taste. You call your friends 'retards' when they’re acting retarded." Oh, Michael Scott. You speak the truth.

I watched a YouTube video of Steve Carell on Jay Leno yesterday before classes --I don't start until 12:30 PM and I was being the laziest bum EVER-- and I kind of love him. He was always a favourite of mine on The Daily Show, and he's just amazing in everything he does. I mean, he was the one redeeming part of that Bewitched remake. And I'm still not over how much I adored Little Miss Sunshine, and he was one of my favourite characters. Anyway, on Leno he was talking about how his parents love watching in all his movies but always complain about him on The Office. "Why are you so dumb and mean? Can't you just play a nice normal guy for once?" Heee.

And then when Leno asked if he had read any Proust in preparation for his role as a gay suicidal Proust scholar in Little Miss Sunshine, he quickly shot back with: "No, but I had sex with LOTS of men!" and stood up with raised hands, "Thank you, thank you," to the crowd.

I still think Leno's a dumb unfunny twat, but Steve Carell makes everything better.

Aaaanyway, this has ended up in a different place than where I started.

I meant to mention how last night I just got home from studio and felt gross and exhausted so I sat on the papasan in the living room and tried to finish (my third annual re-read of) Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. And listened to this song. And fell asleep. I had wanted to go see The Science of Sleep at the Clearview Chelsea Cinema, which is literally four blocks away from me, but I didn't get ahold of anyone and didn't want to go by myself. I knew Jean was going to Staten Island for a sleepover with a bunch of her friends from a production of One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest she did last year, but hadn't a clue about Shannon, so I just gave up.

Also I didn't want to spend money on two movies this weekend, as I am already seeing Confetti with Jean and Shannon tomorrow. (Julia! It's a crazy British comedy with Jessica Stevenson aka Daisy Steiner from Spaced/Yvonne fromShaun of the Dead and Martin Freeman aka Tim Canterbury from The Office UK/Yvonne's boyfriend in Shaun of the Dead, and Mark Heap aka Brian from Spaced/Alan Statham from Green Wing, and Stephen Mangan aka Guy Secretan from Green Wing, and Olivia Colman aka Harriet from Green Wing and and five billion other awesome Brit-com actors that we've seen everywhere. And apparently it was all improv. We noticed it playing at the Odeon in London this summer, and planned to see it one night, but movie tickets there were 10 quid, and no, I'm NOT going to spend 20 bucks to see a movie especially when I'm shelling out practically a hundred a day to just, like, eat and sleep.)

In any case, I fell asleep on the papasan but woke up when Shannon came home and did her workout video (hee) and I had to move to the windowsill which was still awesome because I stuck my legs out the window and was basically just chilling on the fire escape. She invited me to go to a bar called Galapagos in Brooklyn with our friend Elizabeth and Elizabeth's hot straight male friends from high school.

But I felt like crap, so I didn't. And I read Harry Potter and listened to this song.

Then today Shannon and I left at around 1 PM to shop at Elizabeth's vintage shoe store what was having a sale. She works at Girls Love Shoes way down on Hester street, so we had to take the A down to West 4th and transfer onto the F down to Delancey and Essex street. It's a bit out of the way, but man, that area is absolutely awesome. It's basically (Very) Lower East Side on the edge of Chinatown, and it's a historic district (Bargain District, apparently), with all the old historic tenements where the Ellis Island immigrants first lived. In crap conditions. They're all museums now, and we half felt like stopping at some and looking around, but we were off to Girls Love Shoes!

We saw this café on the way, though, and stopped because I was hungry and Shannon had promised Elizabeth a cappuccino. Dear god this place was fantastic. It was called Flower Café and was all hippied out, with sandwiches called Karma and salads called Groovy and the best iced mocha I've had in years. It was very cute and colourful, and something I'd expect more in San Francisco than here, but it's basically our new favourite place and we're bringing Jean and Erica down there next weekend for our attempted biweekly (is that what every-two-weeks means?) brunches. I got said iced mocha (basically more like a mocha and a half, because I drank half of it while reading The Onion and waiting for my sandwich, and then the marvellous waiterdude offered me more because he had made extra) and a Boardwalk sandwich, which was this amazing hummus/avocado/carrot/onion/lettuce sandwich on a seven-grain hero. I tipped the waiterdude an extra dollar.

Once we got to Girls Love Shoes, we must have spent over an hour there, because it was AMAZING. They cater to designers and film costumers, and it's just wall-to-wall of amazing shoes from the 1800s to the 1990s. Shannon and I mostly stuck to the bargain bins in the front, and I ended up with these amazing black Asian-patterned heels for $5 and heels I can only describe as Little Mermaid-y for $15. Basically, a successful day of shopping I shouldn't really have been doing, but whatever.

And then I got home, and I'm listening to this damn song once again. I have to do a bunch of reading for my academic classes, and then we're watching Dazed and Confused this evening before I (and hopefully Jean and Shannon) go to Michael Bartelle's 23rd birthday party over at a bar in the East Village tonight. Hopefully I'll make up for not having gone out last night.

So. Maybe I should do that homework now.

scottish stalkers. fantastic.

Tue, 19 Sep 2006 01:03:00 GMT

I am still not off-book for the Doubt scene, but oh well. Rehearsal went really well tonight, and I can get off-book before Wednesday, so all is good.

I'm actually not going to get any work done tonight, because: tonight is the night for television. Apparently.

We only got cable last Thursday, but it took me about two seconds to find out that we get BBC America. Now, we're getting a bunch of channels like HBO and whatnot for the first month, but I am really really hoping that we get it FOR. EV. ER.

However, all that matters for now is the fact that I have BBC America tonight and tomorrow night. Because they're showing this BBC-issued drama at 9 PM.

It's Secret Smile, or what I like to call, "David Tennant Is Psychotic Scottish Stalker Man And Terrorizes Liz From Shaun of the Dead While Still Managing To Be Sexy AND SCOTTISH". And I have a copy of it on my computer, but I've never seen it on the actual television. So that's at 9 PM tonight and tomorrow night.

But it goes until 10:30, and 10 PM is when Studio 60 On The Sunset Strip premieres. So I think I'm going to have to cut out of David Tennant The Sexy Scottish Stalker early, and watch the rest of tonight's part on the rerun after Conan.

Then at 11 is The Daily Show with Bill Clinton, and The Colbert Report is after, then I have a half an hour until Conan.

What the hell. I'm going to be watching television straight (well, with a couple breaks) from 9 to like, 2:30 AM, depending on if I can stay awake. Or something.

Again. What the hell.

P.S. I'm watching now, and I had totally forgotten...his hair is SO SKEEZY. EW. And he normally has very nice hair. His skeezy hair almost cancels out his Scottish accent. Almost.

"You try and hurt Mozart, you're gonna get a bullet in your head, courtesy of Butch Cassidy."

Mon, 18 Sep 2006 02:01:58 GMT

Maybe I should actually, like, write in this journal.

I am bored. I can't concentrate on reading about Thizziology, memorising lines for my Doubt scene, or reading "Carmen Miranda and Desi Arnaz: Foundational Images of Latinidad on Broadway and in Hollywood," by Alberto Sandoval-Sánchez. That last thing is for my Theatre and Film in Latin America course. We're going to watch Amores perros sometime this semester, which is awesome. The title means Love's A Bitch. Heh.

I made fish sticks for dinner. With tartar sauce. And I just ate a big ...branch... of grapes.

Tomorrow my schedule is ridiculous. Well, here. This is my weekly schedule:

Monday
Physical Acting: 9-12 PM
Lunch 12-1 PM
Movement Project (Rehearsal): 1-3:30 PM
Movement for Actors: 3:30-5:30

Tuesday
Human Physiology: 2-3:15 PM
Theatre & Film in Latin America: 3:30-4:45 PM

Wednesday
Scene Study: 9-12 PM
Lunch: 12-1 PM
Voice, Language & Text: 1-3 PM
Break: 3-3:30 PM
Movement Project (Rehearsal): 3:30-6:30

Thursday
Human Physiology: 2-3:15 PM
Theatre & Film in Latin America: 3:30-4:45 PM

Friday
Voice, Language & Text: 12:30-2:30 PM
Lunch: 2:30-3 PM
Movement Project (Rehearsal): 3-5:30 PM

So my Mondays are basically all movement, all the time. And last Monday I came home with a pulled calf-muscle. Tomorrow I have to rehearse with Rebecca for the Doubt scene, that is, if I freaking get off book tonight. Which I should probably just be doing instead of even trying to read for my Tuesday academic classes. Or writing this journal post.

It's nice, though, now that we have cable, and I bought a teevee off Craigslist for thirty bucks. I can watch Conan on Monday nights, Wednesday nights, Thursday nights, and Friday nights, that is, if I'm home. Tuesday nights are iffy, because I have to get up at 7 AM on Wednesday mornings, so I doubt that will be happening quite that often. And if last week is any evidence, Wednesdays are going to be a bitch.

Still, I can watch Conan! Last year, my schedule was such that I just...never watched. I would watch The Daily Show and The Colbert Report [sometimes] and then just pass out.

I am excited for The Office to start again. I am kind of obsessed with John Krasinski/Jim Halpert. I read on IMDb that at 6'3", John is the shortest of his brothers. That's just some kind of awesome. But it makes me sad, because all the guys here are short. And gay. Or short and straight. Or tall and straight and stupid. Thus the dilemma.

Okay, a schedule for the season premieres of shows I watch:

Studio 60 On The Sunset Strip: Monday 18 September @ 10 PM.
New Aaron Sorkin show yes! Bradley Whitford and Matthew Perry yes!

Gilmore Girls: Tuesday 26 September @ 8 PM.
I hope it gets better, because last season was ASS.

Veronica Mars: Tuesday 3 October @ 9 PM.
Hopefully Duncan won't come back. Ever. Last season...partially blew, and he was a lot of it.

House: Tuesday 5 September @ 8 PM.
Well, I still need to finish season two. I got stuck midway last year.

The Office: Thursday 21 September @ 8:30 PM.
YES YES YES YES! Probably the one I'm looking most forward to.

Grey's Anatomy: Thursday 21 September @ 9 PM.
I hate the two main characters. And Izzie. But the rest, they give me hope.

Family Guy: Sunday 10 September @ 9 PM.
What? This premiered already? WHAT?

Scrubs is starting midseason again, which sucks. But the nice thing is that I'll only have one conflict for now, which is House vs. Gilmore Girls. Tuesday nights are going to be useless for doing homework, I have a feeling.

Wow. This was all...very boring. And now I really have to get memorizing.

As an excuse for all this teevee talk, I will offer a quote. From a teevee show.

Jim Halpert: Last night on "Trading Spouses," there's... did you see it?
Pam Beesley: No, I have a life.
Jim Halpert: Interesting, what's that like?
Pam Beesley: You should try it some time.
Jim Halpert: Wow. But then who would watch my TV?

Exactly, Jim. Exactly.

Except I don't watch Trading Spouses, ew.

So all the ladies in the house say Yeah! (Yeah!)

Wed, 10 May 2006 21:28:53 GMT

Come on, you motherfuckers say a prayer. (Prayer!)

So, my first post is adorned with Ed Helms giving the shocker. Hide your children.

I don't know, Julia wanted me to post. But today, I am bored. And I want to go to the beach. The end.