Archive for October, 2006

I am hyper and can’t think.

See this:


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This weekend’s festivities have left my head feeling empty and tired and floaty. I really have nothing to say.

HOWEVER does anyone want to go see Arlo Guthrie with me? He’s at the Colonial November 17th–tickets are $35.10 (I don’t mean to complain but what’s with the redonkulous cents?!). It’s at 8pm and it’s the weekend before my birthday.

Good night.

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tanyas, finns and pumpkins

‘The Be Good Tanyas’ make the world seem smaller. I am severely enjoying their ‘Chinatown’ album right now. It’s warm and cozy music. If you’re into some old tyme/new tyme music, give it a listen. It’s chill.

It’s Pumpkin Fest TOMORROW. Where did the Fall go? I can’t even believe it. Randan is coming over from Manch to spend the weekend and I’m psyched because I haven’t seen him in ages. I’ve also never had a houseguest before. Yeah, I’ve had people crash at my house but not come to stay. Also my dear friend Annie C is coming back. It’s been too, too long. P-fest is a magical time. Things happen. I don’t know, Nickolas. I feel like this weekend may be the weekend that I have to face that big, ugly mess from the summer and put my cards out on the table. Hey, hey. When will I stop weighing the pros and cons?

Too bad it’s planning on raining tomorrow (BOO) but we’ll be nice and warm at 21 and Saturday is supposed to be nice to punkin carving and wandering around the town. I have my camera ready.

Finnair went on strike today. Sometimes I want to go on strike. Us Finns, we’re a moody bunch. Today was insane. Sometimes I think it would be nice to be in retail or something. Be a check out girl at Target. Not have to worry and wager, beg and bicker, negotiate and lose my nerve. What is that like? I don’t remember. I don’t remember what it’s like not to be emotionally invested in my work. I’m rooted to it–look, I’m writing about it. Who would I be if I didn’t work there?

That is a scary thought.

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be serious

Oh, Frontline

As educational and as wonderful you are, your current program “The Lost Year in Iraq” is extremely depressing.

I enjoy Frontline when I catch it. A lot of people accuse PBS of being Bush-hating hippies. I don’t really think that this is true. I think they tell the truth. Sometimes, well…to quote a movie, people can’t handle the truth. People don’t want to think that the President would put someone who had no knowledge of the Middle East in charge of Iraq. People hate to think that the person in charge of cleaning up Iraq would suggest shooting the looters, in the beginning part of Operation “Freedom”, but only a few, since that would be all it would take to make people stop looting.

It makes me cringe, really. What must the rest of the world think of us? Muscling into a country for no other reason than our president is an ex-cokehead with a grudge and botching up a reconstruction of a country. Not a reconstruction of a car. Of a house. A COUNTRY. It boggles the mind.

I can understand how disgruntled they felt. I’m not saying I condone the violence. I just know that, if someone came into my country, after bombing the shit out of it and throw 20, 000 people out of work, lock tens of thousands of possibly innocent people in a shithole of jail and then abuse them in the most unhumane way possible…I’d be a little pissed too. Can I imagine myself a little pissed and with a rifle? I’m not in that country. I have no idea what I would do. How I would feel. Would it matter that I am white? A woman? Middle Class? In New Hampshire? It’s a very uneasy feeling to know that for all of our seperation in this country, we could all very easily be reduced to frightened, shellshocked people. It doesn’t matter who you are.

The most frustrating part is that now we see. When it was happening, did we know what was going on? Yes, people were saying “This isn’t right,” but now, sitting here, almost three years later, we can sit and look back at the articles and the footage and the actual history of what we’ve done. Hindsight really is twenty-twenty, isn’t it? It’s heartbreaking to know that no one will ever say “We made a mistake” or “We should probably rethink what we’re doing here.”

The violence is awful. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I just wish there was a better way.

annotation 10:15pm: After a while to think and absorb what I wanted to say and what I saw, I am sure this is why I like Frontline. I like that it upsets me, makes me uncomfortable, inspires me. It’s such a valuable feeling to know that I can be affected by a television program in a way that makes me feel smarter, emotional…more human. How many other programs can do that? Not many, I say.

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animal, mineral, vegetable

1. Marie Antoinette (may possibly have to cross water to see it)
2. Science of Sleep
3. A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints
4. Man of the Year
5. Little Miss Sunshine

1. The Conservative Soul: How We Lost It, How to Get It Back by Andrew Sullivan…I’m totally curious
2. Going Dirty: The Art of Negative Campaigning by David Mark…liked him on the Daily Show tonight
3. Chronicles: Volume 1 by Bob Dylan
4. Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story by Chuck Klosterman…it’s funny. I love his articles. I’ve never read any of his books
5. some kind of book on Japanese…Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto…that’s all I’ve got

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my napster shuffle likes widespread more than I do.

My Napster shuffle keeps going back to Widespread Panic. Apparently it likes them more than I do. I mean, I like them but every other song, sometimes two songs in row? Get a room.

Things I Forgot

1. What Fall smells like.
2. Going for a walk by myself is Good Times.
3. Pearl Jam, specifically ‘No Code’. Also ‘Yield’.
4. Life is much simpler than it appears.
5. Fear is what you tell yourself because your mind isn’t ready to accept.

What, you say you’re looking for some music? Why not try:

Revival by Gillian Welch (old school modern alt. bluegrass chick music)
Wildcat by Ratatat (OMFG listen to this album. Also, drugs are bad.)
Another Fine Day, by Golden Smog (Jeff Tweedy side project. Also features members of Jayhawks and Soul Asylum…try it, you’ll like it.)
Fox Confessor Brings the Flood…or any album by Neko Case…she’s um-maz-ing.
Return to Cookie Mountain by TV on the Radio (completely f’d but completely f’d in a good way)
Anodyne, Uncle Tupelo (Jeff Tweedy, full of alcohol and drugs. Also full of genius)
Mermaid Avenue I and II by Billy Bragg and Wilco…I listen to it on repeat.

I’m feeling happy. I hope you are too.

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every day I wake up and it’s Sunday…

Owch, is it really five of ten on a Sunday night? Weekends are passing two at time these days…PumpkinFest is only two weeks away…and then two weeks after that…JAPAN. Craziness.

Interesting weekend, anyway. Saturday I finally got some sleep (cats are driving me FUCKING crazy) and didn’t get up until 11. Found some money and went to Gomarlos for some supplies (you know, important stuff like Coca Cola for Jack and Coke and onion soup mix for french onion dip). I enjoy quiet Saturday nights, `specially when I can really only afford to be quiet and listen to music and watch the TV.

Today I laid about all morning and had two cups of coffee before I went for a really long walk and took some pictures of the world around me. It felt really nice to get out and move around and look. The whole world smells smoky and sharp in the Fall…I love it.

So what’d you do this weekend?

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