tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62147132011-09-28T18:50:01.782-04:00"There's too much caffeine in your bloodstream and a lack of real spice in your life."Retownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12808800053975429815noreply@blogger.comBlogger1311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214713.post-66054079731189938652006-12-19T15:41:00.000-05:002006-12-19T16:09:20.544-05:00

Wow. Do I even have any readers left? Sorry to have disappeared for a year, but it's been a busy one... it was my first one as a full-time editor and work deadlines seemed to take precedence over my blog (and, subsequently, my life). But since it's the season for resolutions and there are so many big changes afoot for me right now (like the big move I'm undertaking on Saturday), I figured now was

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Yeah, I know, I know….I said no more writing about music here. Well, I’ve said a lot of things. I said I was quitting smoking and, while I’ve made a valiant attempt, I definitively still puff away. So there….This week the Pazz and Jop winners came out. Since this list comes out in February, a good month after everyone else has stopped making lists, I’m usually all over it. But this year I just

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It has now officially been so long since I’ve written here that I wonder if anyone even reads this anymore. I apologize. It’s been hard to come home and write on my computer since I started the new job where I spend all day writing at my computer, but I promise to try and be better. Today is my birthday and lucky me (and Neil Diamond and John Belushi—RIP—who share my birthday with me), British

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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

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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

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This is literally the most depressing thing I've ever experienced: Last night, at 2 a.m., I was being driven home in a car service from work by a very chatty older gentleman. His car smelled like an airplane and stale cigarettes at the same time (though you don't really find those two smells together anymore) and he was clearly hard of hearing, but he was nice and when he tried to engage me in

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Thanksgiving was great. (As those of you who know me already know, it's my second favorite holiday after Halloween!) The travelling wasn't as hectic as it could have been, it was nice to see my family, and I was a totaly sloth. What's not to like? Plus, since my mother is still recouperating from surgery, my sister, my aunt, and I cooked the whole meal and I'm pleased to say, it was still

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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

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How could I have left these out??Favorite new TV show: My tv watching lineup is pretty set (Grey's Anatomy on Sunday, Arrested Development--RIP--on Mondays, Gilmore Girls on Tuesdays, Lost on Wednesdays, and the OC on Thursday) and I clearly do not need to get into any more shows, but the other night I stumbled upon the N's hourlong drama, "South of Nowhere," about a family of multi-racial kids

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Favorite new beauty product: Origins Cocoa Therapy. It is a super thick (like it looks like it is in solid form in the jar) cream that makes your skin feel soft like cashmere. I thought I wasn't going to like the smell because it is REALLY chocolatey (and, while I love the taste of chocolate the smell of cocoa is kind of dry and cloying) but it is actually kind of awesome. And it makes a nice

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The week at a glance:1) Though I had a crazy busy week at work and was sadly forced to miss most of "I Love the Eighties 3-D" (I am such a sucker for those shows), I've been catching up this weekend (thanks Vh-1, for constantly rerunning the same program over and over again!). The best part, so far, I can report is their in depth coverage of Billy Idol's "Mony Mony" during the 1987 show. Growing

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Long time, no speak folks! Sorry, I've been so freakin' busy. I would just like to take this opportunity to denounce the Killers. It pains me, but I have to do it. I have had a full bouleversement of my feelings for them. I mean if you asked me two years ago (to the day, practically) what I thought of them, I would have been their biggest supporter. I was telling everyone that I knew how great

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I can't decide if it is a blessing or a curse (well, as much as anything can be one or the other to someone who doesn't believe in god) that it is so rainy and cold outside while I feel so awful. Normally this finally-chilly October weather would be my favorite climate of year, thus making me the only person I know who is in an awesome mood during terribly depressing weather. Also, since I'm a

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Yeah, yeah, I stole the following from Karina's blog, after she stole it from MySpace (which I won't join because a-it makes me feel old, b-it feels like a version of craigslist's casual encounters, but with photos, and c-i already have enough trouble with fucking Friendster and their new "see-who-viewed-your-profile" option that was so traumatizing that my roommate woke me up at 3 a.m. to show

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I'm peeing my pants! I just read on Pitchfork that on December 1st, the White Stripes will be the first ever musical guests on the Daily Show! OMIGOD! Jon Stewart and Jack White together? That's like the perfect threesome of every woman (and some men) that I know. I wonder what Meg thinks about the Tom Delay scandal?

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Ok. I am a huge nerd. Seriously. I know this comes as no great shock to any of you who know me, but I actually cannot believe that I am about to type the following entry. Especially since I just finished lamenting to Shaya that my online presence (a/k/a my frienster testimonials) is humiliating to me as almost everyone refers to me as a big old musical theater dork (a definition I'd prefer to

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Yeah so CMJ passed and I saw not one frickin' show. Instead I worked til after midnight every night for like a two week stretch. (I shouldn't complain, at least I'll be able to pay October's rent!) But without all of the show reviews that I intended to run in this space (Excepter, Fruit Bats, Devendra Banhart etc....) I don't have much to write about. But I'm feeling particularly motivated to

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So....Toronto was great--hectic, but great. I got to see my godfather and my aunt and my grandparents (who, surprisingly, were pleasant and didn't ask why I'm not yet married) and every movie I saw was better than the one before it. I crammed in two movies a day (starting at nine a.m.!! Dude, I was getting up earlier to wait in line for movies than I do to go to work!) as well seeing all of our

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Everytime there is some catastrophic event in the news, I find it very hard to blog. I don't have anything original or helpful to say and I feel powerless. Whatever I could say about the poor people of the Gulf Coast and the embarassing government response and the inherent racism involved and the Bush administration's policies that led directly to this terrible tragedy isn't going to help anyone

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I can't believe I actually stayed home tonight on purpose to watch these effing VMAs. Maybe I'm just too old for this nonsense. I'm no longer in MTVs demographic, so perhaps it makes sense that I'm not enjoying this. But I don't think it's my old age that is making the VMAs painful.....They're just fucking boring. And, worse than that, when it's not boring, it is just plain embarassing. (In fact,

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Dude, how fucked up was I when I wrote that last post? There are weird spelling errors and lone letters at the end of sentances. Sorry about that! Well, I'm sure this post will be no better, as it's the middle of the night and I should be sleeping so I can get up tomorrow morning for work. (Damn this office life!) But I just found this awesome song by a indie star-studded ensemble of my favorite

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Now I remember why I used to always write posts full of lists.....because I would wait so long in between posts that by the time I sat down to write, I was bursting with shit to say (all of which was unrelated) and I wanted a quick, easy way to get everything down. (Gee, can you believe I'm attempting to be a WRITER as a career, when I can't even keep up and organize my stupid blog?) Anyway

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Uh, did I forget to mention that yesterday when I was at the movies I saw ELVIS COSTELLO and his wife? Yeah, they were going to see Wedding Crashers, looking like regular people (in homely, boring grandparent clothes). I really had to contain myself to not go over to Elvis and say, "You know if I ever have a son, I'm naming him after you." I know I said earlier that seeing Michael Pitt was the

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Ok, can I first say how much I hate this weather? When the heat idex tops 100 degrees for days in a row, I get very very crabby. I just want to spend today either sitting in a cool pool (which ain't gonna happen.....you know, since I let my Soho House membership lapse) or trapped in a meat locker (or even a movie theater, except that yesterday I already saw two movies to escape the weather and

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Last night was the Hot Snakes show and, really, you should head over to shaya's site for a more detailed wrap up. Suffice it to say, the show was awesome and even though I had given lots of blood at the godforsaken doctor and smoked myself retarded, I was able to rouse myself from my the sofa to rock out. It was weird though, I haven't been to a show where the entire sea of people headbanged in

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In honor of one of my favorite sites (www.overheardinnewyork.com) and in the hopes that I can take my mind of my impending doctor's appointment (I hate going to the doctor only slightly more than I hate rats crawling all over me while eating chicken on the bone after making out with Chris Parnell--so that should say something!), I thought I would share some of the best things I've overheard (or

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I've been trying to blog for over almost a week, but blogger was denying me entry claiming that my cookies weren't enabled, when they clearly were. I don't know how things got cleared up, but finally, I can tell you all about the best celebrity sighting EVA! The roommate and I were smoking on the fire escape last Tuesday afternoon and she said, "Look at that Michael Pitt lookalike down there."

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I was just browsing all of the usual blogs and I realized that a full-on fight had errupted on Shaya's. That is hilarious. I didn't realize that your dating life inspired so much passion from strangers in Oklahoma! Anyway, it reminded me that I hadn't posted in a while. I mean, Christ, it is almost August! (Why is it always time to pay rent??)Anyway, I am on record as being the whitest white girl

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Um....has anyone else heard THIS yet? I'm sure that the link is getting passed around the blogosphere like wildfire because it is so freaking great. This guy compiled a "CD" of pop covers being done by some of my favorite bands (Rilo Kiley, Flaming Lips). It includes the Ted Leo version of Since U Been Gone/Maps that I mentioned before and a hilarious/touching version of Ben Gibbard singing

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There is so much awesomeness going on, my heart (which is capable of crazy 13 year old girl obsession in a totally unnatural way for a 27 year old woman) is fucking bursting. 1) Why did nobody tell me that my boyfriend is on the cover of the Voice? Jesus, I don't go in to their offices for like a month and I loose all touch. I'm sorry, the only thing foxier than Michael Pitt is Michael Pitt

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I meant to get online last Wednesday to blog about how much fun I had last week with Kenneth and Sarah at Cake Shop watching Living Things (St. Louis, represent!), perhaps the best band you've never heard of (which I think was the headline in Spin when they were written up a couple of months ago). I wanted to go on and on about the sex appeal of the incredibly dirty lead singer and the

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I fucking heart Chuck Klosterman. Seriously. Which seems exceptionally weird to say because, unlike all of the other men that I theoretically heart (say Bob Geldoff or Michael Pitt), Klosterman is a man I've actually met. In fact, for four months in 2003 I sat in a cubicle in front of his desk in the offices of Spin every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Ah the glories of being an intern! And,

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I don't quite know what to say about my weekend at Phillyl's Live 8. I could throw my cap in with the rest of the cultureal commentators and complain that MTV's coverage was embarassingly terrible (which it was--C'mon, I want to see music--namely music form the shows in Tokyo, Johannesburg, and London and all of the places that I couldn't be, not watch your simpering VJs talk over Pink Floyd or

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Ok, I know that I've said over and over again on this blog that I am over my stupid teenage rightousness over artists "selling out," and I really mean it. I don't want to hate someone or some song just because it is in a commercial or gets played on the radio or is featured in some movie. Sometimes, these advertising uses of music actually work on me. For example, I am now more impressed with

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My shrink asked me the other day if I realize how often say, "I went to an all-girls school." Apparantly I preface many stories with this well-known tidbit of personal information. The thing is, though, I've been out of said all-girls school for 10 years now (which is, it is worth noting, still not as long as I attended that school--that would be 12 years!) and I don't actually think about it all

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Wow, does anyone even read this anymore? It has been an embarassingly long time since I've written. In fact, lazy bitch that I am, I thought about getting rid of the old blog rather than bother to start writing again when so much has happened since my last post. I think the most embarassing part is that (as the three regular readers of this blog already know) I work as a freelancer (which is P.C.

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Well, it's pretty depressing to feel like the only music nerd in the country who didn't make it to Coachella. I mean, I know the only thing I hate more than Good Charlotte is desert heat, so Coachella doesn't exactly sound like my dream vacation. But still any bill that features my boyfriend Conor, my girl-crush Jenny Lewis, the Arcade Fire, Bloc Party (ed note: changed per Jen), and Weezer is

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Now that spring seems to have sprung (what a pleasant surprise), I’ve only had two thoughts on my mind. Firstly, because I always see the glass as half full, I’m being filled with thoughts of dread because the first day that is sunny and 75 means that the string of days that are 90 and humid are about to be upon us. I mean last year it got hot and humid and sticky (like it does every summer in

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I know I was just complaining about not liking music anymore but luckily a couple of AWESOME Cds have brought me back to life. (Well, a couple of awesome CDs and the OUTSTANDING, raucous Thermals show that I went to last week--as did David Cross!!--where their live version of "God and Country" was more powerful than anything I've ever heard a political pundit say. Plus, I plan to be Mrs. Hutch

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For weeks now I've looked forward to seeing seeing that Addidas commercial. You know the one...for the sneaker that adjusts to different terrains, but it all happens in a dream. And there is this hauntingly sung, sweet song about "Whenever I wake up..." and something about taking the shape of something.Every time it was on I had to turn to whomever I was sitting next to and say, "I fucking love

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I love Subteranean! For those of you without digital cable--whose ranks I am joining in about 10 days--Subteranean is the best show on MTV2. It's like 120 Minutes for the new milennium--except the time is cut in half. But it is the only hour that good music videos take over tv. I am always surprised Sunday nights to see some band who I NEVER thought would have a video, debuting their clip. The

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SPOILER ALERT: For those of you looking for a quick pick-me-up at work or who are just looking to read some cheerful nonsense (the sort I usually publish), you might want to skip this post. I am in a terrible mood and I can tell this is just going to be depressing.....That said....It's been a difficult few months. I don't think I've really been the same since I was mugged; I'm afraid to leave the

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Well another month....another MONTH without updating. I'm frankly surprised that anyone even bothers to read this anymore--let alone comment (thanks, Betsy, if I decide that I'm moving to LA this summer, you're gonna be my first new friend!). I think they are mostly obsessive Brandon Flowers stalkers--or at least that is what blogpatrol tells me people are here for. Believe me beloved blog, I've

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Goddamn it! I was just finishing a big long post and my Internet "unexpectedly quit." GRRRR The condensed version of the post is as follows:I'm not sure who I am more disappointed in--me, for taking another two weeks to write one lousy post or you, for not commenting on my last post where I SPECIFICALLY asked for your opinions on my albums of the year! (Well Adam, I guess you are off the hook

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Both the roommate and I have work tomorrow for the first time in over a week (I'm going to plead birthday celebrations) and as we are getting ready to head off to our respective beds all of the fire trucks in Brooklyn are suddenly parked outside our neighboring building. Firemen are wandering around downstairs with hoses and flashlights and it looks like something is wrong in the basement--like

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Last night Beth and I were sitting around watching "I Love the '90s Part Deux" (why, you may ask? because those fucking nostalgia package shows are my guilty pleasure--I will know that I have truly made it in my chosen profession when I get asked to sit around for hours discussing the importance of babydoll dresses and proving that I sadly know all of the lyrics to "Baby Got Back.") and in 1994

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Dude! Two posts in 24 hours! As you can guess I am clearly procrastinating writing my article that is due tomorrow. I just had to let you know that I was awakened this morning by the video for "Mr. Brightside" on FUSE (frankly, I'm amazed that they play anything other than shitty My Chemical Romance or Simple Plan videos!). Am I the last person to know about this video? Has it been playing for

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I'd like to appologize to my fan (yeah, Seno that's you!) for my prolonged absense. Christ, it feels like I start every post by appologizing for not writing for some time. The truth is that I've been very busy with stuff that isn't particularly fodder for the blog--like going back to work and being the victim of a crime. Suffice it to say, I've been very busy with stuff that I don't really feel

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Monday is my least favorite day of the week. I get sick on Sunday nights, thinking about having to go to work on Monday morning. I thought that this hatred of Mondays would dissipate once I was "working from home" a/k/a NOT WORKING, but it is almost MORE pathetic to be sitting around on Monday afternoon, after sleeping until noon realizing that everyone is at work and all that I have planned is

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I hope everyone enjoyed their respective Thanksgivings. As anyone who knows me knows, it is just about my favorite holiday (well, besides Halloween--cuz, to reiterate, I used to be a drama nerd so I dig costumes the most!). The blog has been sadly neglected because I was enjoying the holiday with my family and since I've been back I've been really busy with my new interim career as a freelancer.

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First and foremost, TV ON THE RADIO WON THE SHORTLIST. Now, while you know what a big fan I am of their competitors like the Killers and Franz Ferdinand and Wilco (all of whom I think are now gold and would be, technically, ineligible for the prize if nominations came out today), I was routing for them. They are clearly the most “avant garde” of the nominated artists. Plus they are the most

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First of all, I’d like to start this post by announcing that I left my cell phone in a cab on Saturday night so, to any of you who have been trying to reach me, I’m sorry I never got your message. Email is my best mode of communication these days. (Though I hope the lovely cab driver returns my phone tonight, in which case I will be restored to my full communication glory.) That said… I am

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My sister, a lovely girl though not really much of a music fan, is queen of misheard lyrics. As a child, she thought “Werewolves of London” was “Werewolves of Thunder.” Actually, as I write this that is unfortunately the only example I can think of and it’s not even that good. There were numerous other faux pas (what is the plural of faux pas?), though for some reason I can only think of her

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I apologize for my prolonged absence. Thursday night in my fucked up stupor I wrote a huge, long entry lamenting the election, talking about Halloween, plotting my return to Canada (land of the sane), and wishing (the artist formerly known as my boyfriend) Ryan Adams a happy birthday. And then, as I tried to post the entry, my Internet connection went dead (it still hasn’t been restored so I’m

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I was talking to one of my friends who has had real tragedy in her life (I’m not talking “my boyfriend was cheating on me” shit, I’m talking death and depression and real suffering.) and she said that it is hard for her to listen to music or go to the movies because everything reminds her of her loss. So she only watches stuff like “White Chicks” and listens to albums like the new Le Tigre (which

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My Ryan Adams/Parker Posey sighting totally made it onto gawker. I was pretty proud—it was the first time I’d ever thought to write in a “celebrity sighting” and I only did so because it was at such a seemingly weird place. I was waiting for Adam who is, like most of my friends, perpetually late, outside of Veselka so we could grab a quick bite before the Faint show and there they were eating at

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The thing that is special about music is its ability to affect you in a totally visceral way. I mean you can be afftected by a poem or piece of theater or a work of art, but in some way that is all about taking in the information and processing it. Your brain works out how you feel about the words being spoken or written or the image you are looking at. But with music--lyrics aside--sometimes the

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So after all of my big talk about the Bravery show that was last night, I totally didn't take my own advice. I didn't go to their show (which I knew would be outstanding and possibly my last chance to catch them not at some overpriced, packed venue). Nope, I shuffled home to watch the debates and the Yankees game instead. Even though I can't vote (I'm--ahem!--Canadian) and it mostly just makes me

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...You think you're living but you don't really know" -Elvis Costello This week has been busy as hell. Work has been crazy and every night that I haven't been working late, I've been rushing out of work to run to concerts. And it's only going to get worse as I fill in for a bunch of editors this week--especially since this week is CMJ and there are exciting, interesting concerts every night. So

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After hearing from one of my best (and brightest) friends that he couldn’t understand my blog because he “doesn’t watch that much TV,” I decided I was going to try and class this joint up. No more rants about Lucas and Saved by the Bell and the Surreal Life. Or, to be more realistic, maybe I would just try and have ONE post that was about something other than the drivel found on TV. (Though, in

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Damn! I don’t blog for five days and all this shit happens! (I mean, Christ, Britney’s nuptials were almost 3 days ago! She could have annulled this marriage before I got around to commenting on it!) With such a surfeit of material ripe for blogging about, there is only one good way to deal with it….A LIST. THINGS THAT MUST BE BLOGGED ABOUT: 1) Obviously the Spears-Federline white trash

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My sister moved to California. The OC, to be exact. I’m trying to not be too broken up about this and be happy for her because this is what she’s wanted for a really long time. But I miss her already and can't believe that she's so goddamned far away. Now I have a well-documented hatred for the state of California (especially Southern Cali). It’s too warm, people get too much sun, no one can

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There’s not much going on here—aside from the fact that this is Jen’s last week in New York (which is a topic I refuse to discuss or, frankly, accept). I have, however, been marinating a lot recently on cheating. For some reason it seems to be the topic of conversation this week. I have friends who are trying to date people that are in long-distance committed relationships, friends who are

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I attended the second or third wedding (depending on whether or not you count my appearance at my aunt’s wedding in 1980) of my life this weekend and I learned some valuable lessons. Wedding bands, no matter how proficient at playing Motown standards, should not play rap songs. There is nothing more hilarious than a bunch of rich, white folks shaking their collective asses (badly, I might add) to

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I feel kind of bad about how apathetic I’ve been during the whole RNC in NYC thing. As a kid who was totally enamoured of the 60s, I liked to imagine that I would’ve been part of the making of history: getting tear gassed at Berkeley or Columbia or beaten at the DNC in Chicago in ’68. But people have been making history all week long here in my hometown and I’ve stayed far, far away. I think I

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I finally got around to buying the new Rilo Kiley album, More Adventurous, and I can’t stop listening to it. Especially the song “The Absence of God.” It’s just so fucking good. If you don’t already know this LA band, go right now to allmusic.com where you can preview every one of their songs off of their last three albums. Seriously. Even though I haven’t been in much of an alt-country mood

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Sorry for the prolonged absence. I've actually been busy at work so there has been little downtime in which to blog. Plus it's been hot as fuck and as any of you who know me know-- I HATE THE HEAT. All this weather makes me want to do is lie in a dark, air-conditioned room in my underwear. I'm not really sure what I've been doing with myself-- aside from drinking too much (what else is new?),

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I’m not sure if it is a good thing or a dangerous thing, but Shaya (bloggeratti that she is!) showed me how to get a counter on this site. I cannot believe that in the first two days I’d gotten like 40 hits! The weirdest part is that I can check to see how people got to my blog (from yahoo searches like “caroline, outkast video” and links from other peoples’ blogs). Now I really only thought

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I wish that I had thought to take notes last night at the Mick Rock book signing that I dragged Melissa to. His quotes were priceless and I am going to be unable to do them justice here. Let’s just say that Mick Rock was exactly what I wanted him to be. He looked like the actor who played Martin Hannett in 24 Hour Party People (before he got fat and crazy) and was craggy in that terribly British

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In the "why am I always the last know?" catagory--- From their website: "The Killers just finished taping their appearance on "The O.C." earlier this week. The band performed "Mr. Brightside" and "Smile Like You Mean It." The episode will air December 2nd on Fox." I think the only thing better than seeing the Killers on TV is seeing them on TV with Seth Cohen! SWOON! Um...Should it make me sad/

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Um… can I just say how great last night’s Six Feet Under was? Well, how bad can an episode of that show be (especially compared to the rest of the dreck that is on TV- Amish in the City anyone?) when my favorite character-slash-boyfriend, Billy, returns AND they use a Killers song in the background of one of the scenes? I can’t believe there are only 3 more episodes left in the season. I guess I’

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Yeah, it's 11:35 on a Friday night and at at home in my pajamas, chain-smoking and writing on my stupid blog. Wanna make something of it? I did my requisite amount of weekend drinking last night at my "welcome to nyc, kenneth" party, so I feel no pressure to be super fun on the first Saturday night that I haven't had to work in months. It actually feels kind of luxurious to be at home alone,

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Try as I may, I cannot put my drama geek past behind me. I thought I'd chosen a new career (equally geeky though it may be) and put away that part of me that fell in love with gay boys, and congratulated people's scene studies by calling it "good work," and got so obsessed with a show that I saw it 15 times and memorized every word, and got goosebumps in theaters over the moment when the lights

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I don’t do very well with change. It’s best when I can prepare myself for it- as with a big move or starting school or getting a new job. But lately I’ve noticed all these subtle changes- changes that, taken by themselves, are minute but all together constitute this big, huge life change that I was totally unprepared for. And it’s kinda freakin’ me out!   You know those insidious, little changes

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You know what the worst drink ever is? Gin and cranberry juice. You know how I know this? Because I was served two of them at the open bar at Misshapes last night by a frazzled bartender. Yes, they were free and free drinks are, by definition, good, but vaguely lime-tasting battery acid can never be good- even if you didn't have to pay for it. I mean a punch in the face doesn't hurt any less if

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It’s weird how one’s taste develops. And I’m not talking about the weird coincidence of how both me and my sister hate eggs or how I’m weird about eating chicken on the bone (c’mon, people it’s very carnal and I just don’t like any reminder that my chicken was once a chicken!). I mean how we like or hate something. I wonder what it is that makes certain things resonate with us while others leave

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Another Tuesday, another week without blogging!! Sorry guys. I guess part of my absence has been my lack of material. I mean, since I spent the week drying out I had no drunken evenings, no drama, no stories, nothing to report. Not that I had a totally boring week. Jen and I braved Saturday's disgusting, sticky heat at the outdoor Curiosa Festival. (Check out iheartchip.blogspot.com for Jen's

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I hate that feeling I get when I go to check out someone's blog- anxious to have something new to read at work- and they have been lazy and their post from last week is still staring me in the face. Sadly, no one is more guilty of that than I. I've been so neglectful! But know that I've been thinking of you, dear reader(s?). Every time I've witnessed something fucked up or googled something

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I could (and probably should) be writing all about Siren Fest and telling you how loud Mission of Burma were and how sweet the little crying indie teens were at the Death Cab show and how dance-tastic Electric Six were (even sans Jack White) but not only do I SO not feel like it..... but I'd be totally lying. I'd be lying cuz after a great, sweaty urgent punk-y set by the Thermals (as fronted by

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On this, the eve of the Siren Music Fest, I thought I'd take it easy and rest up for the fun ahead. So, instead of an evening out boozing it up, I went after work to see Fahrenheit 9-11 which, by the by, totally taught me how to spell the word "Fahrenheit". I could post here about how important I thought the film was or how I can't handle seeing 9/11 images without being reduced to tears, even

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I love Moving Units and I really, really like Erase Errata and the Unicorns so I, naturally, tried to see them at the free/$2 show at Volume- especially since it's around the corner from my apartment. Unfortunately, me and Shaya and Adam were not the only people with this idea. Arriving at the old warehouse space, we were awash in a sea of punky- outsider-y high school students and mulleted

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I don't care what anyone says about the hipsters and getting-more-expensive rent, I fucking love my new neighborhood! And not for the reasons you think. Not just for band boys that roam the street making for daily pulse-quickening eye candy. Not just for the overabundance of coffee shops and bars (yet mysterious lack of supermarkets). Not just because it makes me feel better about being

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Each day of this long weekend I prepared to update my blog. Each day something new and noteworthy happened. And each day I was too drunk or hungover or tired or overwhelmed to post. So, where does that leave me now? Well, for starters it leaves me with four days of catching up to do here. Unfortunately, since I waited this long to post, none of the weekend's events seem that pressing or

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The zip code of said "Retown" is now 11211. That is why I haven't written in so long. I've been moving. From the glorious Lower East Side back to the old stomping grounds of Williamsburg. The new apartment is great. The big windows are great. I've inherited two kitties, who are also great. The fancy cable is great. And the neighborhood- while teeming with the too-cool-for-school- is also

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20 things I've learned in the days since I last posted: 1) Franz Ferdinand are amazing live- just like I suspected. Especially if you and Jen are double fisting the whole show. (A guy at the bar chastised us saying, "It's called moderation, girls!" Oh yeah, well it's called getting drunk and we're better at it than you!) Especially if Webster Hall is hot and you are dancing like maniacs and

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So c'mon......check out her blog. It's new and improved and she's updating again. People (all two of you that read this) it's worth the trip to her site just to read her Misshapes Prom v. Real Life Prom analysis. I must say I agree with Jenny from the Block, since I got so stoned at my senior prom that when I had to go through the receiving line and introduce my date (thank you stuffy, East Coast

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Ah late night TV, you have been very good to me this week! Last night on a VERY late Jimmy Kimmel (thanks NBA playoffs for making me stay up WAY past my bedtime to catch the Killers on TV!) Brandon and co. really rocked "Somebody Told Me" - even Jay Mohr (the evening's other guest) sang a little to introduce them! And tonight, as I was flipping from VH1 Goes Inside Hollywood Music Moments (I'm a

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When I started this blog I was firm with what I wanted to write about: tv shows, bands I liked, concerts I saw, you know, general pop culture minutae. (Like every other blogger on the Internet!) I wholeheartedly agreed with Melissa that there should be no "sex in the champagne room", so to speak. I've got a paper journal that I'm too lazy to write in, but should I need to divulge details of my

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Sorry for the protracted absence, folks. I've been very busy making sure that I'm not going to be homeless come June 30th. The good news is that it appears that I won't be. Despite my well-stated hatred for Williamsburg, I've signed a lease on a little two bedroom (to be shared with Beth and her cats) in fashion-y old billyburg. But here's the thing, the apartment is gorgeous, we overlook the

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It was a big, news-y weekend now, wasn't it? And I must sadly admit that, as per usual, my weekend was not spent hunkered down with the New York Times Magazine or watching CNN but instead it was full of drinking too much and sleeping too little- just how I like it. I totally meant to make it to Misshapes on Saturday night but after a Friday where Jen and I basically closed out the Delancey (

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What a way to start off such a beautiful weekend, people! I’ve just heard some amazing news: 1) Creed has broken up! 2) Snoop Dogg is ordering people to retire “izzle” speak 3) The Post is reporting that the rumor du jour is that Lindsay Lohan is actually 22 and 4) Tabloids everywhere are running photos of Britney Spears and her man in Gay Paris and she looks terrible!! First things first,

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I was watching my favorite TV show, The Best Week Ever, today when I announced that it is my professional dream to be a talking head on that show. If it were like me and Rachel Harris and Michael Ian Black all yammering on about Lindsay Lohan's boobs and Soul Plane starring Snoop Dogg..... well, a girl can dream!! Anyway, I realized that I hadn't posted one of my roundups in eons! So, here goes..

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Despite my well-documented obsession with New York City, it has been my dream for about 4 years to run away to Portland, Oregon. It has perfect weather for me (rainy, cool, not 100 degrees in the subway in August) and I suspect that I would sweat a lot less there. It seems very progressive and full of adorable, skinny indie rock boys in thirft store attire (though I'm sure that they would ignore

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(I know it's like a vomitorium up in this piece- I don't write for weeks and now I have four posts in 24 hours!) You are SETH'S SPAZZY HANDS. What Quirk From THE OC Are You? brought to you by Quizilla Thanks to Shaya for the link. I know she was hoping to be Sandy's eyebrows, but I really wanted to either be Summer's Boobs or Anna's Jaunty Cap. Please, if one of you out there gets Ryan's

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I just realized, after that last, long-ass post that name checked Joy Division like 10 times that today is actually the 24th anniversary of Ian Curtis' suicide. Weird. I don't write for a month and I get all inspired to ramble about Ian Curtis and Joy Division on the exact day he died. Sad.

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(NOTE: The new, pinker site now allows for comments. So please feel free to post. It'll be interesting to see if anyone is even reading this fucker. And, this is especially for Beth, feel free to troll. I can take it!) -I can't believe I worked this site up into a frenzy over the Morrissey show and then never wrote to report back. What a case of blue balls I have left you all with!! The show was

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Hey, the site has had a bit of a makeover! I hope- despite the fact that I haven't updated in almost a MONTH- that I still have some readers left to notice my neat little new blog template. Otherwise, she's all dressed up with no place to go. You'll notice some changes- the biggest of which is that, somehow in changing my template, I lost all of my links. And since I'm computer retarded I don't

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**Boot the grime of this world in the crotch, dear** Thanks to Melissa (Miss Brodotype, if ya nasty!) for this bitchin' link. I mean what better way to prepare for next week's Apollo shows than to find out which Morrissey song you are. (I must say I was rather surprised- I feel like I was the sunniest one. And anyone who knows me- c'mon that's all 4 of you that read this thing- knows that there

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**LIVE THROUGH THIS** It's hard to keep your chin up sometimes when you spend a vast amount of time smoking and watching Vh1 in your pajamas because you don't really have a job and the news is so depressing that you can't watch CNN for fear of bursting into tears and not being able to get out of bed for three days so, in the hopes of keeping my spirits up I've made some decisions. After reading

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**You had to sneak into my room, just to read my diary** What a pleasant surprise! Today I discovered the Stellastarr Tour Diary ! Aside from the fact that it is awesome that you can read the day-to-day goings on with one of my favorite bands- this site is amazing because Amanda Tannen (the band's bassist- GOD! I kinda want to BE her. I've always been jealous of chic bassists; when I was in high

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