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How strange it is to be anything at all...
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[16 Dec 2008|09:54pm] |
Okay, this is pretty funny:
In 2009,  matchstik resolves to... Overcome my secret fear of frank grimes.
Cut down to ten great expectations a day.
Apply for a new rice.
Give some witty boys to charity.
Volunteer to spend time with cyborgs.
Cut down on my trainspotting.
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[23 Nov 2008|03:55pm] |
NEW KEYBOARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! So excited.
I officially have too many instruments. Although I must admit that it is so nice to have something I actually sort of know how to play.
I almost got one of these,which was gorgeous and sounded awesome, but A) they only had the display model left, B) it was twice as much, C) wasn't sure I've got the room for it (although I think I probably do) and D) I could not find a headphone jack on the damn thing ANYWHERE, even though there should have been one or even two, according to the specs. That kind of decided it because no jack equals noise equals I may as well just take the upright from my parents' house, pain in the ass or not.
Nevermind that I am not any kind of serious musician, classical or otherwise (honestly, I don't have the discipline for it, even though I can sort of remember how to play my old stuff from like 12 years ago off the top of my head.) So it's basically just for getting up to shit. Which I will be doing RIGHT NOW.
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[13 Aug 2008|12:56pm] |
This post is spawned by a conversation I had with ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) imperfectmedium on the bus yesterday morning. She had asked me what I’d been reading lately. I thought for half a second, and then replied “a lot of music journalism.” Which is true, and it isn’t. I mean, it’s definitely true in the sense that you can tell when I’ve been reading anything of the sort, because my posts tend to get like ( this. )
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[29 Jun 2008|01:12pm] |
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So I read somewhere once (I think that it was in a Chuck Klosterman book) that the happiest sad song/saddest happy song ever written was "Downtown" by Petula Clark.
That may be. But I think that this one is a pretty close second.
I also think that James Murphy would agree (ie: "new york, I love you"... the tempo and even some of the chord progressions are the exact.fucking.same.) Intentional? Definitely.
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[27 Jun 2008|11:28pm] |
Absolutely everybody is full of shit, the end.
Good.night.
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[24 May 2008|06:14pm] |
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urgh. it's so fucking nice out and i've spent most of the day sleeping.
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[15 May 2008|06:23pm] |
OKAY, ANOTHER FISH HAS DISAPPEARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WTF??????
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[11 May 2008|03:27pm] |
Can't. do it.
OKOKOKOK so i just tried to listen to daydream nation. enjoyed teenage riot. got about halfway through silver rocket AND THEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the SKRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWKKKKKKKKKKKKK started up and kept going and going and then I gave up and had to turn it off so that my ears would not bleed.
*sighs* some things i will just never understand. IT'S JUST NOISE.
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[30 Mar 2008|02:21pm] |
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I like being home alone.
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[16 Mar 2008|01:43am] |
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[09 Mar 2008|10:17pm] |
Someone in this building is listening to T.Rex. Loudly. And it isn't me.
IS IT YOU????
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[10 Oct 2007|08:40am] |
SECOND TIME that someone has come up to me and started speaking Japanese.
Clearly, I need to learn Japanese.
So this Japanese girl I happen to be sitting next to on the bus asks me (in English upon seeing the puzzled look on my face) if I was a student, and then if we could be friends because she is a student and doesn't know anyone else in Winnipeg. She goes to the U of W. Her name is Aiko and she is twenty. I gave her my number and she said she would call.
I had to slow the fuck down when I was talking because usually I either A) mumble or B) talk really fast (if I happen to be talking a certain Joyce-obsessed dude I know from school, things get insane quickly because he talks even faster than I do.)
Now. I don't know where I could take her, because I am mostly a Scrabble-and-tea kind of person and don't get out much myself. She says she likes movies and ethnic food and Japanese music, my knowledge of which includes about three bands off the top of my head, including one whose bassist (I think) was assaulted behind the WECC the last time they came through here.
ANYWAY, the important part- any suggestions as to where to take a new resident of the city who is just learning english? I am kind of excited to have the opportunity to make someone NOT HATE WINNIPEG as much as everyone I know does.
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[28 Sep 2007|11:40pm] |
Experiment:
Hypothesis: Korn is so terrible that they cannot even be appreciated on ANY ironic level.
Supplies:
-Two free box-seats from a dude at work (surprisingly NOT Dadrocker, another guy's girlfriend got free tickets from *her* work. Although, I was initially offered the tickets BY Dadrocker.)
-One American whom I firmly believe SECRETLY LIKES KORN (when we were in L.A. he wanted to go see them play on Kimmel, I made him go the next day and see Deathcab for Boring instead-- SLIGHT improvement :oP) and whom, when I call asking "k this is the most ridiculous question ever, but do we want free Korn tickets for tomorrow night?" replies "fuckyeah!"
-Earplugs.
-Wide-ass raver pants (optional.)
Method: Attend said free show. Staunch ear blood.
Results: To follow.
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[29 Aug 2007|09:58pm] |
"maybe you will pick up some other magazine 16 years from now, and it will describe the cultural landscape of 2006, and you will read about how your entire generation was defined by the music of the Killers and the vapidity of Lindsay Lohan and the popularity of American Idol, and it will rhetorically ask if you remember blogging about all those fight clubs that you started. This is the bad news about your personal future. But here's the good news: You won't relate to any of it. Because no one ever does.
Oh yeah…and then you'll get a divorce." -Chuck Klosterman.
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[23 Aug 2007|11:22am] |
I really need to stop sticking with things regardless of how horrible they are.
Because it's not even integrity at this point, it's just stupidity.
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| Dollar-Store Doctors... |
[20 Aug 2007|09:00pm] |
This is what mixedbizness's dad calls Canadian physicians. I think he may be right.
I am currently wearing a 20-year-old holter monitor strapped on with MASKING TAPE. When the tech asked if I was allergic to medical tape (which I am), she whipped out the masking tape instead. My skin is so fucking itchy. Masking tape is for WALLS, not PEOPLE. Also, at around 4 PM today, the strap to attach the thing to my waist with BROKE so I have to HOLD it and CARRY it with me everywhere I go. And it's kinda heavy because the thing needs *8* AA batteries to function.
And it gets better. I am supposed to wear this atrocious hunk of shit for 48 hours. That's how it works. I get home today to find a message on my answering machine, asking me to return the thing tomorrow morning instead because they are "running low and need to monitor more patients."
Good riddance, but still-- what's the fucking point?
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[17 Aug 2007|12:22pm] |
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Apparently my friends are PERVERTS. Perhaps this is why they are my friends...
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[14 Aug 2007|08:26pm] |
It's the first day in awhile that I can even THINK about having a cup of tea. I hope that the nauseatingly hot weather is over with, mostly because I am sick of having to wash sweat-drenched bras off in the sink. Bras are evil.
I think one of my platy fish is having an existential dilemma. She hides in the corner and pushes against the side of the tank with her mouth. Speaking of the tank, it looks awesome because my sister and her boyfriend (I basically have *two* siblings now, both of whom NEVER UPDATE THEIR LJ!) snuck in while I was gone, cleaned off the algae and set up a bunch of rocks so that I can finally get a baby turtle. I think it will be okay now that no more fish have died recently. I lost TWO Cory Feldmans, I don't know how this happened. I think Petland just sells gimpy fish.
Am tired and need to do laundry. I just got back from New England. It was lovely. All the things you hear about quaint New England towns are true. You dudes that went to Europe with me, these towns were like Canterbury, but with lobsters. Many lobsters. Everything was lobster-shaped. Everything.
I flew to Toronto to meet Noah and his mom and then we drove out to Maine, then to Acadia National Park, then to Boston, then to Cape Cod/Martha's Vineyard, then to New York City.
Maine was great because of all the signs with puns on "Maine" in them. I really should have written them down because now the only ones I can remember are a lobster shack called "the maine course" and a crafts place called "maine-ly sewing". Also, I ate a whole lobster for dinner. I could tell how fresh it was by how sweet the meat was. I don't care if that shit's not kosher, it was delicious!
We went to lots of nature-y places. I will say this now. I am not a camper. I can't swim. I am more than slightly agoraphobic. I hate hiking. That being said, Acadia National Park is absolutely beautiful. We went to Sand Beach and I scaled some dangerous oceanside cliffs in flip-flops so I could get a look at a half-submerged cave. In hindsight, this was a STUPID thing to do. I could have died. But it was totally worth it :oP
Boston was awesome. I love big cities that still have a lot of old buildings. It just seems like a really nice place to live. If Portsmith New Hampshire and New York City had a baby, I think it would be Boston. Went to the New England Aquarium and saw gorgeous tropical fish, as well as giant sea turtles that made me squeal with delight like a five-year-old child. There was also a four-foot-long LOBSTER in a tank, and penguins which were awesome (granted, Noah says this is only because I couldn't smell them.) We then drove up to Harvard Square which was awesome (lots of trees and brick buildings) and I wished I were not borderline retarded and could (afford to) go to school there.
Then we went to Cape Cod/Martha's Vineyard. The ferry ride out there was nice, but I think the vineyard is overrated. It just seemed like a giant country club. I swear, it's the WASPiest place on earth. The beach was okay, but once again, I don't swim so I just slept on the sand. I also didn't like the way people were rude in shops because they could tell that I didn't have money. I did eat a ridiculously expensive piece of sea bass that work is going to pay for (I had some species of voucher that I was saving) so I guess that makes it okay, especially since I went in today to find my desk exploding because nobody had been appointed as my back-up while I was gone, even though I was promised otherwise before I left.
After Boston, we went to New York City for one day and one morning, and I loved it. However, I don't think I could live there. The whole experience was sort of like eating really sweet, colorful, cleverly-packaged novelty candy- it's good for the first little while and then you just start to feel sick. I think I was just overstimulated though- that entire city is on fast-forward. We stayed right in Manhattan, went to Times Square, Central Park, Chinatown (I love Chinatown! Although, once again, Noah said it was only because I couldn't smell :oP), Little Italy and Soho. Also to Staten Island and Liberty Island on the ferry, as well as to the Met.
The Met is HUGE. I think we only covered about a third of it; the best exhibit I saw featured antiquated musical instruments--there was a lute!-- and the best sculpture I saw featured this irate-looking dude who seemed as though he was disturbed while at work in his masturbatorium. I need to try to find a picture of this. We skipped the Modern Art section (most of that stuff just makes me angry, plus I had just been to the Walker in Minneapolis) and some of the European stuff of the style that I'd seen in the Louvre many moons ago. Also I commented on how all of the "security guards" just looked like art-major indie rock nerds who escaped from NYU.
Noah then told me that Stephen Malkmus used to be a museum guard there. Big surprise. I replied "I bet they stuck him in the Modern Art wing, so he could just spout off his nonsensical 'imagist' lyrics to anyone trying to steal anything. The would-be theives would then flee in terror. Either that or he'd guard the music section and fuck up the tunings on all the antique guitars." He got angry at me :oP
We also went to the top of the Rockefeller center at night to see the city. I was exhausted by this point, but we still went to Soho to drink. The bars didn't even START to fill up until after one, but this was because they don't close till five. Nuts. I can't keep up with that!
Mmmm, I don't know what else. I missed my flight home by maybe 10 minutes (there was a line at the border) and so Air Canada were bastards and charged me $150.00 to take the next one, even though I paid an extra ten dollars for a flight-change option when I booked my ticket. Bastards. I could have bought so much crap with that money... It seems like every time I go anywhere, there's some ordeal whenever I try to come home. Urgh.
I am now bored and have nothing to do. I was so bored that I actually made dinner. It frustrates me that no matter how hard I try, Noah still makes better pasta (and steak, and gourmet nachos) than I do. I don't get it because I actually *can* cook most of the time. Boourns.
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[23 Jul 2007|12:40pm] |
-I read record reviews mostly to see how well they're written.
-I like salads... *with* meals, not *as* meals. Also, iceberg lettuce can fuck right off.
That is all.
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[16 Jul 2007|10:27pm] |
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The Cat Empire - In My Pocket |
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Sometimes I wish I knew how to dance.
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