What's going on....

I just finished writing this whole post about what I've been up to, why I haven't been blogging, and how much I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving. But since Safari shut down my computer and Blogger lost my post, I'm pissy and feeling lazy about writing, so you're just gonna have to make due with a quick list.

1) Run, don't walk to the newsstand. There are so many great articles out there now (many of which were written by people that I know and love). For example, the cover story of the new issue of the New Yorker was translated and fact checked by my roommate. (Normally I'm very anti that publication because it is so pretentious and full of hot air, but this story--on young Iranians--is really great. Plus, I know how much time and hard work went into it, so I appreciate it on a whole other level.) Also, my friend Emily wrote a great piece in the December issue of W on model cater/waiters. Be sure to check out her hot contributor's photo in the front of the book! Way to go, Em.....Oh yeah, and has anyone seen the cover of the Voice this week?

2) I had a great visit with Seth, who was in town this weekend. We had a fun little soiree for him on Friday night. While I almost didn't make it to my own party because I worked so late, lot's of fun was had and lots of drinks (whiskey in my case) were consumed. The best part was when it evolved (or devolved, depending on your point of view) into a small dance party with the last seven guests on the sticky floor of our living room. Prince will do that to a party every time!

3) I'm very into the new live Bright Eyes album, "Motion Sickness." It was taped during last winter's tour for "I'm Wide Awake It's Morning," his more acoustic, countryish album. Sadly missing from the disc though is "I Must Belong Somewhere," the new song he debuted on that tour that hasn't been released yet. Listening to "Motion Sickness" reminded me how much I loved that Bright Eyes show that Adam took me to the day after my birthday and how much I loved that new song. It took like an hour of my time today, but I did manage to track down a version online (from some Italian Pearl Jam fan site?? Weird.) and I haven't stopped listening to it. I know people are always saying that Conor is "the new Bob Dylan," but I think that this track is his most Bob-like song yet. It's a litany screamed and sung over his insistent acoustic strum. I'm including the lyrics below because they are so great and I thought they would encourage you all to go find this non-album track.

Leave the bright blue door on the white-washed wall.
Leave the death ledger under city hall.
Leave the joyful air and that rubber ball today.

Leave the lilac print on the linen sheet.
Leave the bird you killed at your father's feet.
Let the sideways rain in the crooked street remain.

Leave whimpering dog in his cold kennel.
Leave the dead starlet on her pedestal.
Leave the acid kids in their green fishbowls today.

Leave the sad guitar in its hard-shell case.
Leave the worried look on your lover's face.
Let the orange embers in the fireplace remain.

Cause everything must belong somewhere.
The train off in the distance, bicycle chained to the stairs.
Everything must belong somewhere.
I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.

Leave the ocean's roar in the turquoise shell.
Leave the widower in his private hell.
Leave the liberty in that broken bell today.

Leave the epic poem on its yellowed page.
Leave the gray macaw in his covered cage.
Let the traveling band on the interstate remain.

Cause everything must belong somewhere.
Sound-stage in California, televisions in Times Square.
Everything must belong somewhere.
I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.
Yeah I know that now that's why I'm staying here.

Leave the secret talks on the trundle bed.
Leave the garden tools in the rusted shed.
Leave those bad ideas in your troubled head today.

Leave the restless ghost in his old hotel.
Leave the homeless man in his cardboard cell.
Let the painted horse on the carousel remain.

Cause everything must belong somewhere.
Just like the gold around her finger and the silver in his hair.
Yeah, everything must belong somewhere.
I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.
I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.

In truth, the forrest hears each sound.
Each blade of grass as it lies down.
The world requires no audience.
no witnesses, no witnesses.

Leave the old town drunk on his wooden stool.
Leave the autumn leaves in the swimming pool.
Leave the poor black child in his crumbling school today.

Leave novelist in his daydream tomb.
Leave the scientist in his rubic's cube.
Let true genius in the padded room remain.

Leave horses hair on the slanted bow.
Leave the slot machines on the riverboat.
Leave the cauliflower in the casserole today.

Leave the hot, bright trash in the shopping malls.
Leave the hawks of war in their capitals.
Let the organ's moan in the cathedral remain.

Cause everything must belong somewhere.
They locked the devil in the basement, threw God up into the air.
Yeah, everything must belong somewhere.
You know it's true, I wish you'd leave me here.
You know it's true, why don't you leave me here?

Happy Thanksgiving everyone. Don't eat too much turkey and save some stuffing leftovers for me!