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Apr. 18th, 2009 02:19 pm( poetry, Psycho, crispèd leaves and a great deal of blather behind the cut )
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Apr. 13th, 2008 11:06 pmWell, well, well. Where to begin? I went to a Nada Surf concert last Friday, which was excellent. I spent the first two songs wondering who the sketchy guy playing the keyboard in the corner was, and it turned out he was a member of Calexico. He did a fantastic trumpet solo later on, but I can't for the life of me remember which song it was during. And they played "Blonde on Blonde" for the encore.
And then I missed the last train home, and, after riding around on the El for awhile, taking a desperate guess as to which stop I should get off at, and walking through many a glass-strewn street (I am so not kidding), I had the pleasure of waiting outside my dad's apartment for 10-15 minutes before he finally buzzed me up.
I'm not complaining. Really. It was a good time.
Nada Surf - Happy Kid
Nada Surf - Weightless
Nada Surf - There Is a Light That Never Goes Out (This is one of those songs I obsessively collect covers of--the others being "Cinnamon Girl" and "Atlantic City." One day I will upload them all in an EPIC POST.)
I also read Darkmans by Nicola Barker. I'm still not entirely sure what it was about (other than how we may be through with the past but the past ain't through with us), but the characters--all of them--were fantastically drawn. It's over 800 pages and once I got past the first 20, I couldn't put it down. So, you know. If you're in the market for an 800-page book, look no further!
Also, Michael Chabon's version of Spiderman 2 has been posted online. I was decidedly underwhelmed, except when he used descriptions like "STUPIDLY HUGE BALL OF FLAME" (original capitalization preserved).
Aaand, speaking of Michael Chabon, I will be stalking him this Tuesday at Purdue (where, coincidentally, my brother attends school).
And then I missed the last train home, and, after riding around on the El for awhile, taking a desperate guess as to which stop I should get off at, and walking through many a glass-strewn street (I am so not kidding), I had the pleasure of waiting outside my dad's apartment for 10-15 minutes before he finally buzzed me up.
I'm not complaining. Really. It was a good time.
Nada Surf - Happy Kid
Nada Surf - Weightless
Nada Surf - There Is a Light That Never Goes Out (This is one of those songs I obsessively collect covers of--the others being "Cinnamon Girl" and "Atlantic City." One day I will upload them all in an EPIC POST.)
I also read Darkmans by Nicola Barker. I'm still not entirely sure what it was about (other than how we may be through with the past but the past ain't through with us), but the characters--all of them--were fantastically drawn. It's over 800 pages and once I got past the first 20, I couldn't put it down. So, you know. If you're in the market for an 800-page book, look no further!
Also, Michael Chabon's version of Spiderman 2 has been posted online. I was decidedly underwhelmed, except when he used descriptions like "STUPIDLY HUGE BALL OF FLAME" (original capitalization preserved).
Aaand, speaking of Michael Chabon, I will be stalking him this Tuesday at Purdue (where, coincidentally, my brother attends school).
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Oct. 29th, 2006 11:31 amSo, in the midst of completing several obnoxious assignments for school, I stumbled across Michael Chabon's website (at michaelchabon.com. Who knew?). There, I discovered several important things:
1) Chabon will be in Pittsburgh on Feb. 5 (incidentally, this is on or around the day the new Bloc Party album comes out)! Pittsburgh's far enough from Philly that I'll probably have to fly, but come hell or high water, I will be there.
2) He has compiled on his website unflattering things said about his works. Some of these are highly entertaining. For instance: “This is Michael Chabon's first book. Somebody must have liked it.”
3) And this one's especially for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dien, the Chabonless heathen. He's written an article about cake-baking. And cookbooks. And how his mom gave him cookbooks when he was a kid. It's amazing, I promise you.
Have an excerpt:
This may be a male aspect of cookery, a pursuit that combines three classic male modes of gratification: the mastering of an arcane lore bound up in accumulable tomes, mindless repetition (the thing that makes boys take up card tricks, free-throw shooting, video games), and the staking of everything on a last throw of the dice. Cooking satisfies the part of me that enjoys struggling for days to transfer an out-of-print vinyl record by Klaatu to digital format, screwing with scratch filters and noise reducers, only to have the burn fail every time at the very same track. I’m not at all saying a woman cook doesn’t feel the same kind of mad urge to keep ruining the same dish over and over until she gets it right. I’m just saying that every woman I’ve ever known has mocked me for being that way.
Ahahahaha. That is all.
ETA: I lie. That is not all.likeadeuce, I hope you don't mind my "borrowing" your tagging style.
ETA2: CHABON WRITING ABOUT DYLAN. I can now die happy.
1) Chabon will be in Pittsburgh on Feb. 5 (incidentally, this is on or around the day the new Bloc Party album comes out)! Pittsburgh's far enough from Philly that I'll probably have to fly, but come hell or high water, I will be there.
2) He has compiled on his website unflattering things said about his works. Some of these are highly entertaining. For instance: “This is Michael Chabon's first book. Somebody must have liked it.”
3) And this one's especially for
dien, the Chabonless heathen. He's written an article about cake-baking. And cookbooks. And how his mom gave him cookbooks when he was a kid. It's amazing, I promise you.Have an excerpt:
This may be a male aspect of cookery, a pursuit that combines three classic male modes of gratification: the mastering of an arcane lore bound up in accumulable tomes, mindless repetition (the thing that makes boys take up card tricks, free-throw shooting, video games), and the staking of everything on a last throw of the dice. Cooking satisfies the part of me that enjoys struggling for days to transfer an out-of-print vinyl record by Klaatu to digital format, screwing with scratch filters and noise reducers, only to have the burn fail every time at the very same track. I’m not at all saying a woman cook doesn’t feel the same kind of mad urge to keep ruining the same dish over and over until she gets it right. I’m just saying that every woman I’ve ever known has mocked me for being that way.
Ahahahaha. That is all.
ETA: I lie. That is not all.
likeadeuce, I hope you don't mind my "borrowing" your tagging style.ETA2: CHABON WRITING ABOUT DYLAN. I can now die happy.
