Thursday, December 15, 2005

Grandma got runover by a reindeer

There is so much I want to say that I can’t keep it straight for long enough in my head to actually type the words out. It's days like today that I wish that I paid attention when my techno-geek cousin was talking about computer programs that can turn your voice into words on the screen over Thanksgiving. Cuz Lord knows, I can talk! Ok, well one of the best lessons I learned in my overpriced education was organization, so I present to you, my readers, another list. What I’m thinking about these days:

1) The human body is scarily fragile. (Need proof? Check out my roommate’s disturbing pics of her broken foot—before and after the cast—here (https://shaya_in_new_york.blogspot.com) Its weird how easily we can fuck up this perfectly functioning nature-made machine that we inhabit. It’s like, a doctor finds a lump in your ovaries and then removes all of your lady parts—“just in case.” Or you trip at a drunk, crowded party and you’re hobbled, barely able to get home up five flights of stairs on crutches. Or you mysteriously develop a canker sore for the first time since you were 12 that literally eats away at the bottom of your gums that hurts so bad that you can’t chew or speak without wincing. (And, even weirder than that, then you wake up one morning and your mouth, which hurt like you imagine childbirth hurting, is miraculously healed and there isn’t even a scar!) We do all of these things: smoking, drinking, eating fried food, ingesting other, bad-for-you substances, thinking that all of the harm that those things can do to do won’t happen to you. You walk a dangerous line between being cautious and not caring. And then one day you trip on some stairs and you can never wear high heels again. The whole thing seems terrifyingly futile.

2) Relationships are fucked up. I am seconding Shaya’s “give up” proposal. I was walking behind this girl today when I left work to get lunch and she was talking on the phone saying, “And then he says to me,’Can I be perfectly honest with you, I don’t want a girlfriend right now.’ And I’m devastated, but what am I gonna do? I mean we’ve been sleeping together all semester, every time something happens, good or bad, we call each other, and we spend all our time together. If that isn’t a girlfriend, I don’t know what is? Cuz he still wants to sleep with me.” And I recently had brunch with another friend whose ex had crawled out of the woodwork to apologize for how HORRIBLY he treated her five years ago, which would be great except that it took her five years to get over him and now he’s back in her thoughts because he wants to be “friends.” I feel your pain, girlfriends! I don’t want to be one of those man-haters (because I much prefer to be a sex-positive feminist) and I know from all of the wonderful men in my life that women can be equally horrible to men, but I am constantly finding myself flabbergasted with what men think its ok to do to women. If you, dear reader, happen to be one of those gross couples who actually like each other (like Chris Rock says) you are either a) living a lie (sorry, you or your significant other is cheating, thinking about cheating, has cheated in the past, or is just basically sticking around because you or he/she are too afraid to be alone) or b) you’re disgusting and I don’t want anything to do with you. Sorry to be the grinch on this one, folks.

3) In good news, I got a job. Yes, as of January, I’ll be one of the employed majority with health insurance and everything. Unfortunately I’m so neurotic that I basically skipped over being excited and went right to being terrified about it. I am sad to give up the freelancing lifestyle (ah! Sleeping til 1pm!), but I’m glad to be working in the field I want to, making a regular paycheck, and I am looking forward to being able to go to the doctor. You know, they keep telling me avian bird flu is coming. Plus, see item #1.

4) I’ve spent all week hemming and hawing over my top 10 list (which I’ve had to turn in to various employers in different forms). I still can’t really narrow it to ten since I think a lot of great music came out this year. Also, it is hard to really stand behind calling my list a “Best Of” list since a) I certainly didn’t hear every album that came out this year, b) I have very strong genre preferences and therefore would never put a jazz or r&b song on this list because I don’t give a shit about those genres, and c) it’s not so much that I think that these albums are the best made or best sung or Most Important—they’re just MY personal favorites. Really my formula is, a) did this album come out this year? b) did I like it? c) am I still listening to it months on or did it have a burst of overplayed love from me and now I can’t stand the sound of it? (such as the M.I.A. album. ) So here, in no particular order, are my favorites. Feel free to leave me comments about how wrong I am. (Oh yeah, and all of you Sufjan fans—I know, I know. His melodies and voice are awesome. But there is too much God-lovin’ for my taste.) 1)I’m Wide Awake It’s Morning: Bright Eyes (It’s still on heavy rotation on my iPod after a year!) 2) Separation Sunday: The Hold Steady (First I hated this album, then it kinda grew on me, and now I’m obsessed.) 3) Clap Your Hands Say Say: Clap Your Hands Say Yeah (Yeah there was a lot of hype, but I can’t remember the last time a self-released debut was SO good) 4) Silent Alarm: Bloc Party (How quickly you forget that this album came out this year. People were peeing themselves about it in March and then they forgot. Well, it’s still better than 99% of what came out in ’05.) 5) Apologies to the Queen Mary: Wolf Parade (Yeah Canada! This album doesn’t get old—see my hyperbolic review of it from a September post.) 6) The Woods: Sleater-Kinney (The ladies meet Led Zeppelin! Plus—and I’m sorry Carrie—“Modern Girl” is a really good song) 7) Late Registration: Kanye West (Aside from the fact that I want to have like 10,000 of his babies AND the fact that he gave the best soundbyte of the year with, “George Bush doesn’t care about black people,” this was Kanye’s fucking year! Anyone who doesn’t like “Hey Mama” or “Gold Digger” doesn’t have a soul) 8) Get Behind Me Satan: The White Stripes (This album is totally underrated. Meg and Jack sound great, not only when they rock out, but in intimate little ballads like “I’m Lonely (But I Ain’t That Lonely Yet) 9) Laughter’s Fifth: Love as Laughter (I’m just putting this out there—Sam Jayne will you marry me?) 10) Tanglewood Numbers: Silver Jews (Berman returns from addiction and suicide with a shiny—by his standards—country/pop/new wave album. Dying on the inside never sounded so good) Now here’s where things get tricky: Honerable Mentions: Ta Det Lungnt: Dungen (I fucking love this album, it must be like hearing the Who for the first time for those of us that weren’t alive in the Keith Moon days. The album was released in the US this year, but since I actually heard the import first LAST year, it got bumped to make room for Sam Jayne.) and Awesomer: Blood on the Wall (I still listen to this album all the time—it’s great. And I only had room for one young New York band on the list and, again, that spot went to Sam. But now that I’m thinking about it, I might listen to this album more……) And so the hemming and hawing continues.

5) After my last post where I titled the list “Things that Make You Go Hmmmm,” I weirdly heard the song the other day while watching Ellen. (God, I’m gonna miss being a freelancer!) Her DJ played it as the dance song that day. I honestly hadn’t heard C & C Music Factory in easily 10 years and, I have to admit, aside from being startled by how truly bad a song it was, I was mesmerized by the lyrics. Weirdly, I could totally “rap” along—I have a weird aptitude for remembering long-forgotten song lyrics—but my conscious mind really didn’t remember the lyrics being so ridiculous/sexist/racy/stupid. For example what kind of “crib” do you have that has a fireplace and a bearskin rug? Are you the Brawny paper towel guy? Also, what kind of hardcore dude or sexy lothario sits alone in his queer pad, “drinking cocoa” on said bearskin rug alone? Why would someone’s girlfriend get their best friend to hit on their boyfriend to test him? Why would you invite your friend “Jay” to move into your house with you and your wife? This isn’t “Three’s Company,” bitch! Why would you go “hmmm” when your child was born looking like Jay? Every woman in this song—from his high school girlfriend who lied about being a virgin to the patient wife who’s being cheated on—is an embarrassment. I can’t believe I used to sing along to this song on the radio all the time when I was 12.

6) You know how you can listen to a song for forever and not really listen to the words or pay attention and then one day, because of where you are in your life, it makes sense. For example, sometime back in college, I finally "got" Ani DiFranco songs like "Untouchable Face" and "Gravel." (Yeah, I said Ani, wanna make something of it? It's not like I'm still buying her albums....) Well my current favorite song (after taking months to finally admit that I love it), aside from Johnny Cash and June Carter's cover of "It Ain't Me Babe," is Mariah Carey's "Shake it Off." I never really paid attention to the lyrics before but now it seems like the female empowerment anthem of the year. That's right girl, shake that man off, he's no good! It kind of reminds me of when my friend from LA told me not to make fun of Britney Spears because her last album really helped her through a bad breakup and all I could think was, "Really? Britney?" But were she going through that breakup this year, Mariah would totally be her girl.

Sunday, December 04, 2005

Busy sidewalks, dressed in holiday style.

Well, we've had out first snowfall and I think (though its cold and the streets are wet and slushy and the sky has been grey all day, making it very hard to get out of bed this morning) it's really brightened my mood. I now finally feel like it is the holiday season. it snuck up on me, but now all of the tinsel and shopping enthusiasm finally makes sense. I felt unusually bah humbug the other night when I left work (precariously situated in Rockefeller Center) and couldn't make it through the throngs of Christmas sweater-clad, slow-walking tourists. They descended like locusts about two weeks ago, making my one block walk from the subway to my building annoying--as that one block just HAPPENS to be the block of Radio City, whose "Spectacular" is like catnip to these Iowan kitties. Usually I just put my head down and charge through, but on this particular Wednesday night they were like an inpentrable fortress of stretch pants and whining children. To make matters worse, police had cordoned off the side streets and huge trucks were driving against the traffic, holding up what was already becoming the longest walk to the train ever. Then I remembered--it's the fucking Christmas tree lighting! Usually my whole commute--from the Lower East Side to Rock Center--takes about 1/2 an hour. Wednesday, amongst the throngs of tree gawkers, it took me half an hour to get to the train! I couldn't even use my usual entrance--they'd closed it! I know we should be kind to tourists. They are good for our local economy. Plus, loathe as I am to admit it, I used to be one of them, staring in wonder at a city a longed to be a part of one day. And I'm usually good about giving people directions and forgiving people for walking slowly while staring upwards--frankly it is a compliment to this awesome town--but Wednesday night I had to actually stop myself from punching people in the throat.

Other things that are making me go hmmmmm this week:

1) Now that we are all reading about Keith Urban (thanks, Nicole!), am I the only one who thinks its strange that his name is "urban" when he plays "country" music? Is that his real birth name? That'd be like if R. Kelly's name was R. Country.

2) I've always been very jealous of my friends with names like Jane or Suzanne because they have tons of amazing songs written about them. (I'm even jealous of my girl Melissa, even though her name only appears in an Allman Brothers song--and I FUCKING HATE THE ALLMAN BROTHERS--and as one of the girls with a "big old butt" in "Da Butt.") I feel like I've got to show some love for Levy, for no other reason that I finally have my name in one of their songs--even if it is my Hebrew name. Hey, a girl's gotta take what she can. So check out "Rivka" off their recent album "Rotton Love." Though James Levy was one of those Sidewalk Cafe anti-folk guys, this album is very faux-Pulp to me. Actually the album has Retown written all over it, with riffs stolen from Jesus and Mary chain and crooned lyrics a la Morrissey. Certain songs even sound like Bell and Sebastian to me (though not as clever). It's so weird that they aren't British. In other news, I clearly need to get me a musician boyfriend so there can be a song with my (actual, English) name in it. C'mon, you don't have to rhyme anything with Rebecca....just throw it in the middle of a line in the verse...

3) The best phrase I heard thrown around this week: "Santa's boyfriend." As in, "My friend is dating the guy who plays Santa." "Oh, so that would make him Santa's boyfriend?!"

4) Do celebrities have a longer gestation period that regular humans? Because I swear, I feel like Jennifer Garner was pregnant for like 5 1/2 years. Britney Spears too was trashtastically preggers for like a decade. I think you must need a longer incubation period to fully develop the sense of entitlement that comes with being a celeb offspring. In Britney's case I feel like little Sean Preston just knew that being in the womb would be the last time in his whole life that his parents wouldn't be whoring out photos of him or paparazzi's wouldn't be snapping shots of him. Plus who'd want to leave Britney's womb--it's all you can eat Cheetos in there all the time!?

5) Google is scary. The last time I googled myself, there were like 29,000 hits and most of them were crazy fanatical people (and some asshole from the New York Press) who wrote articles/blog posts/online comments in response to my article in the Voice. I was called a Village Idiot, a feminazi (nice), a baby killer, and someone who should'be been aborted. This is what's wrong with debate in our country. Rather than try and understand the point I was making with my article (which was simply that people will put anything--sex, violence, titilation--on tv, but not abortion and that ghettoizes the millions of real women who have had them) and then refuting it, people resort to partisan name-calling and threatening jingoism. I thought I would find the hate mail funny, but it actually really disturbed and upset me. I guess its good to know that I'm not sending my work out into a vacum and that it's being read--even if its being hated. I did recieve one awesome letter from a woman who is an abortion provider who felt maligned and angered that abortion was so conspiciously absent on tv and that really makes up for every right to life nutcase who just wants to call me names on the internet.