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[Feb. 22nd, 2008|10:47 am] |
I'm back in Ed now, and even though things are a bit weird, it's excellent in most imaginable ways. I made a return to Faith last night. They had a "popcorn party", which is exactly as ridiculous as it sounds; a guy stood on the club's balcony with a great big tube of a cannon and shot "£600 worth of popcorn" onto the dance floor. Then, everyone was drunk (us on £10 champagne and £1 sambuca, first year style) and dancing with popcorn in their hair and under their shoes and in their bras.
I'm still not sure what I'm doing here, but fuck I don't want to be anywhere else. I'm afraid that this return will damage me, that it will undo all of the positive France love I've been able to muster recently. I always knew I loved Edinburgh a great deal, but I think I had almost forgotten quite how much I love it until I got back here last night. It's so windy the shutters rattle, and so freezing my be-flip-flopped feet turn red, but I kind of can't stop smiling, and I wonder how, when I have to leave in six days, I'm going to be able to think of anything else. |
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| My new addiction (besides Jack Daniels and crack cocain, that is) |
[Mar. 13th, 2006|10:13 pm] |
It used to be, that for a fashion fix, I'd have to scour style.com for the new collections, waiting impatiently for each look to load, clicking back and forth for comparison's sake. Or, when in America, I'd stay up until 3:00 am to watch FashionTrance, the only fashion-related show left of the Style Channel, relegated to the early hours of the morning, just before the network would abandon its own programming (and by "its own programming" I generally mean two-month-old reruns from E! Entertainment Television) for the more economically promising infomercials. Recently, I've been forgoing lunches for issues of Vogue, and curing my hangovers with trips to high-end department stores.
Now, yet again, Apple has saved my life, this time with the Style.com video podcast. These are real live fashion shows, free, and readily available for download to my computer! Personally, I could do with a few less "celebrity"/socialite interviews and a little more hardcore runway action, but the speaking, moving images of my fashion icons are enough to make me short of breath. This, to me, is like porn to a sexually frustrated fourteen-year-old boy. Sure, I'd rather have the real thing but I have braces and acne and I play Magic; I'm not getting the real thing for YEARS. So, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to laugh hysterically while John Galliano tells me about his latest creations while I dream of the day I've been widowed by enough rich men to make them mine. |
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[Jul. 19th, 2004|04:45 pm] |
I have nothing much to say really, just a couple of hours to waste before a compulsory evening activity «Guerre du Clans». I`m a little bit afraid of what I`ll be required to do, but we`ll see.
Friday I went shopping and saw these acrobatic, cirque-like people who danced to swing. It was a very good day. Then, Saturday (because I was low on money from the events of Friday) I went to the library and watched «Pollack» dubbed in French. I understood most of it, but the library closed before it was over, so I didn`t get to see the end. Then, we were in this pizza place, and this woman kept rambling on in French, wringing her own neck. I figured she was talking about my necklace, but I didn`t know what to say to her, and she couldn`t be bothered to slow down and explain herself, so that ended that. Later, she found the English equivalent of the word she had been looking for : Rhinestone. I said that yes, my necklace was made of rhinestones, and she smiled. I`m not sure why she wanted to know. Perhaps to steal it if it were diamond, not that I could have conveyed to her that they were not rhinestones, but they were diamonds? Probably not. I will never know. Then, sunday we went to this big, semi-attractive church and some waterfalls. I bought a necklace of the Pope wearing a red cape and a red hat. It cost $0.86 Canadian; that`s literally free. Its a little bit weird but its also hilarious.
This week is going to be good I thing, I`m seeing a French play and a French movie, and am probably going to hunt down some thrift stores for my entertainment. There are also mid-terms, but I don`t really care about the mid-terms because whatever grade I get here doesn`t count for anything; so long as I learn some French, I have accomplished my purpose even if I fail, so...yeah.
Also, David Eggers has a book of short stories that will be released in 21 days time. This is a very exciting development because I am in Love with David Eggers.
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| What the fuck? |
[Jun. 15th, 2004|02:00 am] |
In 2000, God* wrote a book entitled When Elephants Paint : The Quest of Two Russian Artists to Save the Elephants of Thailand. Why did I not know?
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*In this case, God refers to literary master David Eggers |
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[Mar. 4th, 2004|06:36 pm] |
It's fashion week in Paris. If only I were there...
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[Nov. 23rd, 2002|12:04 am] |
I live in a world that doesn't exist. It is quite nice...also...this is a very bad uptdate. I continue to love new york. goodnight. |
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| "Timothy McSweeney...Timothy McSweeny...he takes a pen and paper and he writes things down" |
[Oct. 20th, 2002|11:23 pm] |
Oh do I have stories for you...they rival the incomparable, awe-inspiring fun of yesterday. I sort of wish I could re-write yesterday's entry to better mirror the amazing time I had and all of the truly admirable things that went on...all of the laughter and good times and rock-and-roll-with-a-literary-flare...I wish I could simulate the giddiness and the longing and the awkward silences and every single detail of such a glorious day. I wish I could do that for every day that I live. Alas, I have a limited vocabulary and a tired mind inhibited by flashes of the scenes and moments that have become residual images of that day by the time I come here to re-cap. I shall try to do better, though I know I will not - not yet anyway. One day I will be able to, but today is not that day. Today, however was and still is a very good day indeed. I will do everything in my power to make tomorrow a day that is just as good, though that is impossible - it could never be as amazing as today (and yesterday), though it has major possibility should I choose to seize it or should I be meant to or able to. I will not try to the best of my ability...it is not within my powers to do so, but I will attempt to enjoy it. I would hate to kill this mood - ever. This freedom and enlightenment...I am alive again. However brief it may be...it cannot be brief. I am not a concise person, and this will not be a mood that defies that. I love you and the world and this weekend. Hehehehehehe [I am seized by a fit of giggles that incapacitates me briefly, but I gain control...not that I really wanted it...hehe.] On that note....
I woke up this morning very afraid, but determined still. It was in my plans from the night before to wake up at nine-thirty in order to talk to mummy about how I must be able to go to the book signing today. I knew I would...it was one of those situations where I knew her threats not to let me out were empty and even if they weren't initially, they would be by the time I got through debating with her. My body woke me up at seven-thirty - or maybe it was my mind. I can't really say what component of my being woke me up, but regardless, I was awake at such an hour lying in bed, staring at my clock. From then on I slipped in and out of a dream-world or something like it. I would lie in my bed, half-asleep. Then, I would wake up - or get the feeling that I had and look at my clock. It would say nine-thirty (or some time considerably later) and I would panic, wishing I could get up to tell mummy I had to go today (I knew I would...I stated this, but I was still so afraid...it meant so much...). I would hear noise in the next room...I was afraid she would sleep all through the morning (something she never does) and I would not get the chance to fight with her about it...then, I would turn my head (the only part of my body that seemed to want to move) and look at my real alarm clock, which would display the actual time (example: 8:42), and above it would be floating the imaginary alarm clock with the time I feared it was...I would realize I was dreaming or hallucinating or something and go back to sleep-ish. This occurred multiple times. It finally ended when around 9:30 I heard voices from the next room. I could tell (somehow) that mummy planned on going out somewhere in search of an ATM, but then shopping and I could also tell she was still complaining about last night. Fear filled my existence yet again. I got quickly out of bed to make sure I caught her before I left and went out my bedroom door. She was doing the same. I approached her; she still appeared annoyed with me. I asked her (in that voice I use when I don't want to admit something), "Mummy...I can....um...still go today, right?" And in a pause that lasted an eternity, she let out an exasperated, defeated, unhappy "yes." I was truly happy once again, my spirits that had encompassed me last night returned, and I went to shower.
ELizabeth called around ten. She said I had around a half hour. I hurried my morning preparations doing the most imperative things (hair, foundation, teeth-brushing) first, knowing that I could and would re-wardrobe at ELizabeth's house and, if necessary, put my facecase to good use on the train. I managed to get together enough to leave the house by the time Pat got here a little after ten-thirty. I joined Ryon in back-seat of the car (where he realized he forget his YSKOV book) and we drove to Elizabeth's house. I ran upstairs frantically so as I could change, which I did. I wore ELizabeth's my vintage polka dotted skirt and my Eagleheat shirt with the diesel denim. She wore items from her new-found equestrian wardrobe. I accidentally told her to wear the wrong shoes...I like them better, which was my initial thought, but the other ones would have balanced the look a bit better...oh well. We hurried into the car and went to get Alex. Then, Pat drove hurriedly to the train, as we were very late and afraid we would miss it.
Miss the train we did not. We got there two whole minutes early! As the train pulled in we greeted someone we knew from drama in the school year prior to this, and we boarded, walking toward the back where we found four empty seats facing each other. We sat down as the train started off, propelling us toward one very good day.
The conductor approaches(please note that the dialogue used here is a representation of events and not entirely accurate):
-Where y'all goin'?
-[ELizabeth replies eagerly] Suburban Station...[pauses, in contemplation] round trip.
-Are two of you over eighteen?
-umm...[I look around...I realize why he's asking, but am not sure what to say...no one else seems to have heard or know what to say.]
-Are two of you over eighteen? [He inquires louder this time...I like him; he is patient.]
-No [ELizabeth replies uneasily]
-[turning to Alex and Ryon, raising his voice and changing his tone slightly...we are slowly beginning to catch on] Are two of you over eighteen?
- [He tries yet again] Are two of you over eighteen? [he is practically winking.]
-yes, yes of course [Elizabeth jumps in with the correct answer this time.]
-Then, I can give you family fair! [He is proud of us...we caught on...we beat the system! We, momentarily were his children. He was protecting us...making sure we didn't pay more that we could get away with or could really afford. There was a bond between us for the short time in which we knew each other...it was nice. I wish there were more people like this.]
-Now, you'll all be traveling together won't you? [he is punching the ticket that costs fifteen dollars round trip for all of us]
-We assure him that we will. Hehe. As he walks away, we giggle. It has been an enjoyable encounter.
Our train ride goes on. We talk, make fun of ELizabeth a great deal, and giggle at what is about to be. We Also Contemplate Turning The Event Into a Musical, And We Do, Somewhat by Singing the Words Which Were On a Sign On the Wall of the Train; This Sign had the Beginning Letter of Each Important Word Capitalized, Yet These Words Created a Sentence - We Sang These Words Aloud In the Spirit of the Opening Band from Last Night. Suburban Station. We get off. We are unstoppable.
It is still relatively early when we get to the center of the city, so nothing is open yet. We get out of the train station fairly easily, though we always have difficulty in this task. We get above ground and start off. We even go the right way from the start. I forget which of us choose the correct direction. I am going to pretend it was me (even though I bet it wasn't) I win..haha! We walk past H&M (closed) and Urban Outfitters (closed, but having a sale), and then up to Anthropologie (just opened). We enter. We wander around, marveling at the architecture (yet again) and the delicious fashion in which the lift is decorated, as well as the amazing array of random things they happen to have as merchandise. After a while, we leave. Urban Outfitters: we walk around for a while (sporadically bursting into fits of giggles) and look at things, but do not make purchases...or at least I don't. They've gone all mareme. Scary. What is also scary is the large amount of Jesus figurines they sell mocking the religious figure. The best one, though is the red velvet Jesus change bank. haha...how great is that? Also, the UO magazine had this thing in it that Dave Eggers did. Elizabeth and I split it. She got the magazine; I got the Dave Eggers page. This made me happy (I guess I did buy something kind of.) Then, we went to the ING direct cafe [oh, I forget to mention before, but fear not, there was a futon sale going on at Pearl of the East] because ELIzabeth wanted coffee or something...or it just amused us immensely. It is the putrid shade of floruecent orange, but the cafe was dimly lit. There was all of this tacky-in-an-awful "why do you exist" way orange ING direct merchandise like Frisbees and hats. Yet, we were amazed that it was a cyber-cafe, so while Elizabeth was getting her coffee we went to the Diesel site. We left and went to the Joseph Fox Bookshop. They gave us these slips of paper that said 1:30 and told us we could leave and come back, and we were hungry so we went to lunch. [on our way to lunch, we saw the last guy that performed last night - the hobo - in a blue minivan/SUV wearing his Hobo-gear, eating an apple. We keeled over in laugheter. Though, we later found out he was signing books out front of the bookstore where we were waiting for Dave Eggers, which made it less amusing.] We often lunch at the Liberty Plaza Mall because we have trouble finding an actual restaurant or cafe to eat in, and this is what we did today. I got pizza and snapple. Very good. We sat by the window at a table, though there was disagreement as to which window it would be best to sit by. I won. We ate lunch, quite excited and it was generally good, though I don't remember too much about this segment of the day. After a while we went back to the bookstore, and stood in the back of the line...here the real fun begins.
We got there around two - several minutes (maybe even ten) before. We stood at the back of the line, quite excited. It was moving very slowly, as expected. There were people all around reading the Dave Eggers books that had just purchased. I bet that out of everyone in that line I was one of the only ones who read them both with the exception of very few, whose details I will get into later. We were standing, talking, noting the existance of all who were around us. We played the game we always play - is it a fake purse or a real purse; faux Burberry scarf or a real one? It is amazing how bad some people's fakes are...with horizantal LVs on "Louis Vuttions" or a "Fendi" with an F that is really an E...so, so bad...off-centered labels, wrong colours...people are so silly. Buy the real thing or don't have it at all...the fake makes you look neither fashionable or rich. But, back to the story. I giggled all through the line, amazed, utterly that I'd really get to meet him again. Every time I'd burst out into giggles they'd all just give me this look...it was funny, which made me laugh harder. There was this guy in front of us wearing scrubs. Several times throughout our wait in line, cars would pull up to us (or our fellow line-dwellers) and ask what we were waiting for. They would not understand when we explained. Also, every once in a while (or every few minutes) the line would shift, for we were right in the middle of a parking gargae's driveway. We would have to move out of the way for all of these people that wanted to get in and out of it. Some were polite and undersanding. They knew we were here in love and admiration of the work (and mind) of a fellow human being and that we were having fun doing what we wished. They felt the love...the were part of our party. There were also terrible short-tempered boreish people that honked thier horns angrily because we were in their way. One such group was a car filled with three older women outfitted horribly with disgusting auras to go with them. We took a photo. Ha.
Around this time, a game was developed - a new one: The Make ELizabeth Angry While Standing In Line to Meet Dave Eggers Game it lasted long after we met him. So, we stand, taking pictures, laughing, making ELizabeth angry, and then awarding ourselves points. Sometimes this would make her angrier, and we would get more points. We are not cruel, just good-humored...or something. This line lasted a long time. Here is an incomplete list of things that were mentioned:
-penguins
-the fact that several people in front of us there was a group discussing YSKOV as if they were in our gifted English class (I suspect they were some of the only other ones that read it)
-How funny it is when Elizabeth is angry
-How we were about to meet Dave Eggers
-How much better it was that last time
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-what we should say/ask him to sign
-passersby
-The fact that while we were waiting in line, we were accosted by several of my blood relatives (aunts and uncles) who were on their way for drinks at a bar of some kind
-How said blood relatives were actually related to me
-Other things
After this, we got inside, there was a long line here too, but it was equally as enjoyable, if not more so than the first. They were playing the Amelie soundtrack, and it was warm, and we got to look at all of the amazing books that they had. We also got to giggle and press books back into the shelves hoping that all of the shelves would then turn, revealing a secret room - as in an old Murder-mystery movie or some such thing.
When we finally got to the table, I was first. I am so un-talkative. It's kind of pathetic. I should have said more...maybe next time, but this was more than enough. Here is what happened:
-Hi [I am excited beyond belief...more so than ever.]
-Hi [He is nice, low-key...I like this...I knew this is how it would be from prior experience, but it was still very good...he begins to draw a penguin hand-puppet in my book.] What shall I write?
-I don't know
-How about some relationship advice?
-Okay
-What is your problem
-I don't have one
-[Alex:] She doesn't talk to anyone
-There are correspondence courses for that
-hehe
He finishes and give me my book back. It looks something like this
Melissa
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[insert drawing of penguin here] - Meet Richard
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Yours Silently,
Dave Eggers
ELizabeth started her conversation like this:
-Hi, I don't know if you remember, but two years ago you were here and I gave you a picture of this gnome...
-[searching his memory] kind of...you asked me to draw a picture of him...
-I gave you a picture and you drew the tree he was sitting in without him in it
-oh...[he kind of recalls] yea...I have it hanging in my office
-really!?! [she tries to conceal her excitement] that is so cool
-yea...there are a lot of pictures on my wall though
-hehe
-[looking at the message on the back of the norm picture that went something like this: This is Norman. He is a Gnome. He is free of charge, and he wishes owns a chair.]
-At this point, we all jump into the conversation to explain Norman and the photos of him
-do you want me to draw him in your book?
-I guess
-I think I'll draw him in a boat
-hah..okay
-he's kind of creepy
-a little bit, he's a lamp
-Do I get to keep this?
-Yea...we're back...we'll bring more next time!
-You can mail them to me
The conversation wasn't exactly like that, but it was sort of. I'm a little big jealous, not really though. Then, in Ryon's book he wrote this: Family Shmamily - spell it like you fear God - Dave Eggers. It was in reference to the spelling of his name and quite amusing. He took a while to figure out how to spell "Shmamily" I think I did it wrong though. Then, on Alex's physics homework (done on paintchips) he wrote something about checking for accuracy later. It was very, very good...I loved it so much, then we left, for it was time. Back out in the city streets, I laughed. It was such a good day - I was in such a good mood...so inspired, so much fun...it is just indescribable. If there are words strong enough to truly tell my tale then I do not yet know them, and I fear if I did, you would not (not to say you don't know many words...I'm sure you do).
We went to Diesel and H&M and Starbucks, etc. We stopped at Godiva right before the train. We went back to the station to catch the 5:13 train. Right track this time! Never forget the key work: R7 to TRENTON it is imperative. We got on the train, and had a nice ride home. More playing the Anger Elizabeth game...and there was this point where there were trees on either side of the train and I looked from one to the other quickly because it was really great...the trees on either side - the monotany and the repetitiveness, and yet nothing in nature is like anything else...it was great. Also, I knew not what to do with my eyes - I never do. I love them and I am glad that I have them and that they are mine, they just haven't found their place yet. Ryon's mom picked us up from the train station, and we squished in the back until we were distributed out to our places of residence. When I got here, I read some Aurther Bradford, Dogwalker and it was really very good. The same blood relatives that were mentioned earlier came for a brief visit, and then left. Here I am. not in my usual bad mood that I'm in after any "major event." True happiness right here...it does not get much better than this - it has not gotten much better than this...just completely...mmm....so, great. Such good clean fun...I am so naive...or something like it. Not quite...well, I am I guess, but not really maybe? I don't know. I just loved it so entirely. This is all of that I need to be in absolute bliss...and just think, I'll remember it tomorrow morning, gee golly! The world can do what they wish for fun...this is mine - this is my ecstasy and right now that cannot be stopped...This mood is untouchable. Try to kill it...it's an official challenge.
I do wish I could interact with people better...not in an obtrusive way, but just in a way that I can form better connections and have better moments...in a world where people mean everything and interaction with them is a primary function that is a means for happiness, I am not very good with this at all. Yet, it all feels right. Things that have been off seen okay now, and things that never were are beginning to be. Deliciously, orgasmically amazing weekend. Hehehehehhehehe. It is mine, not yours...I won. |
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| McSweeneys vs They Might Be Giants and the (215) Festival |
[Oct. 20th, 2002|02:56 am] |
Today was a magical day indeed...still is actually. Today - this weekend is unstoppable.
I woke up - too early. PSATs. I probably did badly. In fact, I think I used the wrong pencil for about half of it. That, however does not matter today or tomorrow. After that, it can matter as much as it will. But not now. Now is beautiful.
Lots of sitting around, reading, memorizing the names and charges of ionic compounds...fun, fun. Eyebrows, shower, hair, makeup, clothing...speaking with ELizabeth. After much anticipation, around 5:40 I finally left. Went to get ELizabeth. We waited for her mom to get back from McDonald's while I lint-brushed her in the driveway. After this, we picked up Alexander with little difficulty, but then...traffic. Apparently churchgoers trying to get out of the parking lot have the traffic police on their side. My mother was angered by this and commented loudly out the car window. It was amusing, yet irritating. I wanted her to shut up - so loud...
We went to go get Ryon, and mummy kept making wrong turns which set us back a bit, but it wasn't too bad I suppose. By the time we actually got to the city it was around seven I guess. We stood in line until 8:00. We were by the curb for a while just chatting. It was nice, but I was sort of outside of myself. I was angry about that at first, but I eventually came back. Alex kept trying to tell us about his dream. He kept being interrupted. There was also a store behind us selling veloure/velvet (uck). There were also all of these rave-in-a-car(s) - this is where the car-owner adorns their car with flashy blue or purple light and blasts music out of their window. It is quite laughable. Good times.
When we got in, we got fabulous spots right up against the railing and then went to purchase things two at a time. I got a Dogwalker, by Aurther Bradford and this other compilation thing. Then, sitting around on the floor for an hour or so still not in my mind.
When the show started at nine, The Trachenberg Family Slideshow (or some group with a name resembling that) opened. [please note that my mind came to me as soon as this band began to play and I was able to fully enjoy their performance and all that followed as well as the moment I am in right now in the best ways possible.] It was this strange woman, her husband and their eight-year-old daughter who may have been seven. The little girl was amazing - my idol. She wore this dress and these boots and an expression on her face that would lead you to belive she was a zombie. Hehe. She played on this mini-drum set, and sometimes she did backup singing. The dad played the keyboard and was the lead singer while the mother switched the slides. They were utterly amzing. We were so close. They were basically this family band (the best in the entire world) that had this idea to write songs based on old slides and photos purchased at estate sales, etc. Is there anything better than that? The answer would be NO, my friend...a definate NO. They did three song-like entities - or something. There was one that was regarding McDonald's executives from the 1970s and another having to do with traffic laws. Truly hilarious; I believe I am in love. They will be on Conan November 5th so that then you too can know their wonder.
Then a fifteen minute lack of performance.
[At some point, either before the first band or before TMBG, we lost most of our space at barrier separating the crowd from the stage. This caused us to come up with ways to get the space back from the man in the leather jacket with really bad teeth that had stolen the space. Here is an incomplete list:
-Elizabeth and I pretend we were lesbians, cling to eachother and squeeze into the space at the ledge which we still posessed
-Fall into the man with the leather jacket in hopes that he will be starlted and move, the quickly take his place at the ledge
-Grab leather-man's ass
-Start a heated debate with leather-man about the evils of wearing leather and how it made us sick in hopes that he would be weirded out and walk away
-push him
All of the above were discussed loudly in his presence as ways we could get him out of our space. Eventually, he left/we got him out. I forget exactly how this happened.]
TMBG came out first and played a song from issue six. Then, Dave Eggers came out. Where on stage was he? He was right in front of our faces. We were in the very front of the venue by the stage. There were no people between the stage and I. Dave Eggers was at a podium on the stage. A podium conviently placed right in front of me. I could have touched it. He was no more than two feet away - if that. Hehehehhehehehehehehhehehehehehehhehehehhehehehhehhehehehehehheh. At first he just did an intro about McSweeneys and 826 Valencia, etc. It was, however quite enjoyable.
TMBG were in and out...on the stage and off. Arthur Bradford was the first to actually read anything. He did a short story about a slug the size of a loaf of bread. He played guitar simultaneously. It was amazing. He smashed a guitar too. We had to stand back so it didn't hit us. Hehe. Yum...great night.
Some more TMBG, and Dave Eggers. Dave Eggers read part of his new novel. Awe-inspiring completely and utterly. He read the part about Champagne Snowball, which prior to the event I was hoping he would read because it is so good. All of it is that good...its just...mmm. Hehe. so, he read. He kept making mistakes, not a lot but enough that he was likable and delicious...hehehe. Dave Eggers is amazing. He had boots - or shoes. They were aged and kind of funny. There was also this woman with a Burberry scarf. Actually, before he read, a girl from 826 read some of her poems (mostly dealing with sex) she was good...I think I like her. Then Dave Eggers...he was amazing. I guess he could be called "emcee" of the evening, and it was just all utterly fantastic. Yum...heheh. I'm still giddy - except I was never giddy - I laughed the whole time just kind of staring up in awe with this feeling of inspiration, but never really giddy - not until later. It just felt so natural...so right for me to be there that it wasn't worthy of giddiness. It was not just this in-the-moment obsession (which I guess it really is) so much as a place where I belonged from the beginning. It was all just so good.
After Dave Eggers and some more TMBG, there was this guy that was dressed as a hobo who wrote a book about a hobo reading a story about a hobo. He had music and costume and this filmstrip in the background, and it could have been cool...kind of "artistic" but, I wasn't feeling the love.
After that and another issue 6 song by TMBG, there was a twenty minute break in which ELizabeth and Ryon went on a journey to get us some water. Alex and I stood there for a while trying to save space. This guy that I think was there alone - he was a bit overweight plus a couple of pounds and really not clean-looking - kept giving me creepy stares. I was a bit frightened. This guy on the stage was setting up for TMBG and he was warning Alex about how the confetti was going to shoot straight at him and that he should duck. A few minutes later he raised the machine thing. ELizabeth and Ryon returned and we were kind of just in awe, as we should have been.
Then, TMBG played a set. They are really good live - or just really good in general. I kind of felt bad standing there in the very front without knowing any of the lyrics or anything, but somehow I managed to have an amazing time anyway. Hehe...just...lots of laughter and .... great beats. [in between all of the segments of performances they played the oddest assortment of music that was enjoyed by all...well not quite all, but still great and worth noting upon.] The last song TMBG played went on about the wonder that is NY...it was complete and utter bliss...that was the last song they did before they left and came back out and played some more. The second time they did this thing where they tried to play the music of other bands that was found on the "radio" The greatest part of that was the facial expressions of the band-members when the lead singer would stop at a place they weren't used to or skip a song altogether. Hehehe. The facial expressions in general were really great as well - especially as I could see them - when they got really into it. The guys kept walking on and off stage randomly. Very nice indeed.
When the show ended, we went to hunt down Arthur Bradford and some other people for signatures, etc. But, unfortunately my mother walked in while we were talking to Arthur Bradford. She was very angry. Apparently, the show ended at 12:30 and she had been there since eleven. I felt bad but I really would liked to have met some of the other people and such.
We walked to the car and drove home. It was a strange drive. Mummy was really mad - more than she had a right to be. She still is, but she'll get over it. I am so glad she took us and I thank her very much but it was her bad plan to choose a pre-determined time to pick us up when no one could know what time it would end.
The whole night was amazing. I didn't know what to expect, but I expected a lot and I got more that I thought I would. Yes, it was indeed more orgasmic that Garbage, though in a different sense. hehehe. I will not get over the exuberance of this day - this weekend for a long time and that is a good thing. Just...yum. Great fun. More fun than could be asked for and I didn't even get all that I could have...so, so entirely good. Better than everything...hehehe. Nothing could kill my mood right now - the "good karma" - nothing could stop this feeling of admiration and fulfillment and happiness. So much fun! |
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[Oct. 13th, 2002|12:16 am] |
Today I finished...and I went on a journey. It was not a great day, but better than expected. Finshing was good - not that it was over but that I can now begin to understand. So utterly amazing. I really do love my mail order bride. |
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| I ordered my hopes and dreams over the internet, and finally they have arrived. |
[Oct. 2nd, 2002|04:54 pm] |
Today, I walked home. I saw the UPS truck on my street. I was upstairs getting changed, when...The doorbell rings and the product of several months' anticipation arrives in a little white box left by my door. No, my friends I did not receive anthrax, but 371 glorious pages of sentence, syllables, letter, words, and punctuation manipulated by he whom I admire most: Dave Eggers. You Shall Now Know Our Velocity sits over on my sofa, mostly unread. It is mine. I have it. It is here, it is here, it is here! Finally! I care not for people made of flesh. There is nothing in the world at this point that could make me happier than the arrival of this novel. This may be pathetic, but maybe it is not....no, it definitely is, but I do not care, for I shall be too busy reading it. Then meeting him. Again. Hehehehehehehehehehehe. [I giggle uncontrollably, jump a little, tell myself I have calmed down, and have another bout of laughter before I realize I can't read it until I've finished my biology.] Ha. I own it. You don't, or do you? No, you don't. You might. Maybe you are as lucky as I. Hehehehehehehe. |
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[Oct. 1st, 2002|09:15 pm] |
[Dave Eggers's new novel has arrived and orders are being processed. Books are in the mail to you as we type this. We appreciate your support and patience.] |
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[Sep. 23rd, 2002|11:40 pm] |
[I really hope the four people that have the pleasure of reading our school newspaper this year enjoy badly (and quickly) written articles about PA castles that are quite tedious and lengthy, not to mention un-proofread, un-edited, and not at all re-read for errors.]
“The construction was nowhere concealed. From the first to the last, I tried to follow the precept…decorate construction, but never construct decoration.” Or, so goes the design philosophy of Henry Mercer who, in the early twentieth century created one of the country’s (if not the world’s) most visually interesting, innovative pieces of architecture to date. This eclectic combination of art, artifact, and experiment amounts to no less than an intricate, inspiring, wondrous castle. Lucky for us, it’s located right here in Pennsylvania.
The creation of Fonthill began years before the idea of it was ever conceived when Mercer, as a product of his Archeological-oriented career, started collecting artifacts. This led him to travelling (with the financial help of his dear Aunt Elizabeth) and studying pottery production in 1897. This eventually brought about the creation of his Bucks County tile company, Moravian Tile Works. Here, he trained workers to create tiles of his design and method. Using little more than these tiles, reinforced concrete, and the money willed to him from his Aunt Elizabeth, Mercer started building Fonthill at the age of 52.
Mercer knew from the beginning that if he wanted things done his way, he would have to do all of the work himself, and that he did. He hired just a few men with little experience to help him with his work. This extensive castle comprises of 44 rooms, 18 fireplaces, and over two hundred windows; complete with vaulted ceiling displays of Mercer’s handcrafted Moravian tiles on nearly every surface. In this home, he housed his most prized collections and items including his 7,000+ prints (both framed and unframed) as well as his ancient hieroglyphs. In total, Fonthill took about four years to build entirely.
Though there are many commendable experimental aspects of the house regarding architecture and the manner in which it was built, I believe the most truly remarkable aspects are all of the tile-scapes. There are rooms with themes decorated with tile murals depicting such things as Columbus’ journey to America as well as a fireplace that depicts Charles Dickens’ Pickwick Papers. The magnitude and scale in which Mercer worked to fulfil his dreams and satisfy his curiosity was truly amazing, as was his love for humanity.
Regardless of weather or not history or architecture is a point of interest for you; Fonthill is a near-by opportunity for fun. It is a source of inspiration, a place of wonder, and a connection to a century past. Fonthill is located at East Court St. & Route 313 Doylestown, PA. For more information call the Bucks County Historical Society at 215-348-9461. Admission is $10. |
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| Silly Melissa, she just misplaced her glasses and now she can't see! |
[Sep. 21st, 2002|12:55 am] |
Excerpt from McSweeneys.net:
[The boat arrives today with Dave Eggers's new novel. Books will need to clear customs and be processed before they can ship out to those of you who placed pre-orders. They will be on their way shortly. We appreciate your support and patience.]
This makes me happy. |
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| Post dedicated to hermtism (or something to the effect) |
[Mar. 17th, 2002|01:45 pm] |
This is found on the Alan Cumming website, AlanCumming.com ( i did not write it):Welcome to AlanCumming.com! UPDATED March 12, 2002
Here is a message from Alan "Hello Everybody. Welcome to my website. I have recently rediscovered the joys of using a chain saw. Yes, really. This has meant that I have left behind the world of designer clothes and showbiz parties and instead have become a hermit, wandering the woods preying on unsuspecting sapling wearing protective chaps and a helmet. I think it could be hormonal. However, for every tree we cut down we must plant at least one more. There is a great website called arbodray.org that gives you ten free trees when you become a member. And membership is only $10.00 (but you could give more) Go there. Our environment needs you! Love from-Alan x"
Hehehehe. Doesn't that make you laugh? It makes me laugh. It also makes me think. I kind of have the deep desire to become a hermit somtimes. It just seems like a thing to do. I've asked others (two people), they have the same thoughs/desires as above mentioned. I think it should become a survey...Who doesn't want to become a hermit at some point in thier existance? Even for a weekend...Life is too short not to become a hermit.
Happy St. Patrick's Day! Or not - whichever is more appealing to you. |
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| What was good about today? um...everything - i was in NEW YORK!!! |
[Feb. 17th, 2002|10:39 pm] |
Do you know where i was today? i was at home. I was happy - giddy even. Complete and utter contentment was where i was. happy, happy, happy!!!! i so love NY i love it so much. I think i'll write a fictional story about NY in a bit - it won't be boring, it might be bad though, who knows. It could be boring, but if it were, it wouldn't matter, because i was in NY, i was right there in the middle of perfection. I'm going to wear my purple coat tommorow, only so that it'll make my locker smell like new york, and then after english when i go there i can jump up and down in the hall stupdly, because i'll be reminded of goodness. we already went over the first part of the morning in which i found out about my trip home. after that i showered and got ready, did some punnet squares, etc. Then, as i'm wandering my room in my underwear wondering what should be put on that is NY worthy, mummy informs me that i have ten minutes and we have to leave for the train station. that's ok, even if i have five days a week in which i will never be on time in the mourning, this will not be on one of those days. It can't be, not when my love is involved. i make it out on time. a half an hour later i'm at hamilton train station, jumping up and down in the parking lot with my equally as giddy cousin laura. we are so silly. on the train, we keep adding "happy betesey" as a prefix for everything. like we'll poke eachother at the same time, and we'll have "happy betsey poke". there are many such things. we also contemplate how when we get to the store, betsey will be there too. She will see us and think of how wonderful we are and adopt us as children and move us to NY so that we can intern/design for her, and we won't need to finish school, because she'll use her powers to get us diplomas. there is much giggling and jumping and clapping and poking on the train ride there - we are excited and impatient. can you blame us - NEW YORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe. we get there and hop a cab down to wooseter and (?)in the cab we trash other family members...what else? The betsey johnson store in soho is much bigger than the one uptown. The walls are papered in the same yellow and flowered print that the walls in her house are...how perfect! This store also houses her ultra and vintage collections. i absorb and giggle, but purchase nothing. we are there for two hours while laura tries on many dresses that we decide we are in love with, but are not formal enough for a prom. They are dresses to frolic about the English country side in, of course. After trying on most/many of the dresses in the store, laura decides its time to "imagine." she takes the hot pink (by hot pink, i want you to imagine the most blinding, beautiful shade of pink you've ever seen, multiply its wonder and majesty by ten, and then you may be able to begin to fathom this color) stretch lace tank that i'd been worshiping since the moment i walked into the store. How perfect a combo - the best fabric and the best colour combined into one wonderous $130 tank. It is truly a thing of beauty. So, she tries it on, and decides that it should in fact be her prom dress. My aunt does not think so. We leave. Nextdoor is a store that very much resembles the basement of UO. we go in. Laura realizes that she can buy the shirt with her clothing budget. she doesn't need to. She gets my aunt to belive that buying that shirt and adding a skirt she'd make of tool(sp - maybe) would make so much more sense and be so much more useful than buying an actual dress. i agree - so did the girl in Bestey when we went back to buy that shirt. She had also made her own prom dress. She suggested adding flowers or rhinestones to the tool. After we left with perfection captured in a bag, we went to a pizza place for lunch. It was good. Then to UO. Major sale there. I got some knickers and a black stretch lace shirt and a scarf. It was goood fun indeed. After that was walking back to the train station. We were running late. Every time we saw the light said "walk" at the end of the block we were going up, we (mostly laura) would scream "waaaaaaallllllllllllkk" and we'd begin to run until we had crossed the street while laughing hysterically. we made it to the trainstation on time, but not in time to get krispy kremes. on the way back here, there was a lot of staring at the shirt and smelling the inside of the bag and petting the bag and giggling. There were hicks sitting behind us. we decided that in the future, the sunday before president's day would be "happy betsey johnson day" and we'd always go there and spend a hundred and thirty six dollars. we also decided that we'd buy some of the really, really fab betesy dresses and where them in paris where we'd go , and acutally frolic, for they are only to be worn for frolicing. and then we'd have to go back to paris again so as we could get more use out of them. Today was such a good day. I so love new york. i will love it forever. it will be my life forever. i am glad i was there today - i was really beginning to need it. WHen you're there, its just so good, and all the gaps of time in which you weren't there just dissapear and become nothing - they never existed at all. and you just belong, you're happy because this is what you love, this is what you live for, this is where you should be... |
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[Feb. 17th, 2002|10:16 am] |
::knock::knock::
me:.....um....what?
"get up"
me:....in a...minute ::rolls over in bed::
"get up now"
me:..Yea, yea {don't plan on moving}
"door now"
me:its early
"Laura's on the phone talking about Betsey Johnson and NY
me: ::jumps out of bed rather quicly, as if i've been up for hours - run to door and jump over clothes basket outside of it:: what'd you say?
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaI am going home to NY I am going home to NY I am going home to NY I am going home to NY I am going home to NY I am going home to NY I am going home to NY hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahatehehehehe
I chat with laura a moment and tell her about the flipping of the coin - i'll write about it later. and i'm going to the citi - not any citi, but THE city - NEW YORK CITY, and not any part of new york city but manhattan, and not any part of manhattan, but the village/soho area, which is by far the best place in the world, and as we've previously explored, the one thing i absolutely love so very much. I'm going to NY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!TOday - NY! |
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| Chewable Tylenol taking its toll on my mind...tehehe |
[Jan. 20th, 2002|11:00 pm] |
Can you tell me why it is that when i'm not thinking really that i can hear the voices in my mind chanting, "New York - New York - New York" on top of eachother in an erie little sequence...Creepy... |
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| There's no place better than good old Bensalem...except maybe all the cities on the entire earth |
[Jan. 20th, 2002|12:16 am] |
Yesterday was good, i slept over Mary's, even though i didn't get much sleep, and now i'm like death. We tried to make mud, but didn't have any cookies, so it was just really bad pudding in a glass with grahm crackers. We watched Scream and Robin Hood (the Disney cartoon)and Kiss me Kate - dorks, i know. And umm...we talked for a while, which is cool - different views of the world - not often i talk to someone that has many different opinons. Fab! So, then this mornining i came home around noon, and i had a headache, and it wasn't that bad, but i don't deal well with pain, and so i talked mummy into renting me The Anniversary Party - it was sooo great - and even with my "illness" i still watched it twice while no one was home. I didn't practice today - i probbably won't - though now that i think of it i kinda want to. When mummy got home she made me take some 8 yr old tylenol which we only had like two of, and while my headache is gone...i now feel like i'm gonna throw up. I SAW THE ANNIVERSARY PARTY!!!! Such raw human emotion - and pretty scottish men with a bunch of mini pig-tails in BOYlondon tees. HEHEHEHEHEHETE! indies are so fantastic. Overall - not a bad weekend start. I wanted to go vintaging tommorw - but i probably won't. I need to leave soon though, or i'm gonna get really stir-crazy. Or am i already there? Haha - that Tina Fey - making fun of the gifted children....we so deserve it...Ahhh - its Tenacious D...this is getting better and better - not regretting turning of Style...oh well...Actually - thinking about what i wrote everything but the Anniversary Party sounds pretty dull, but its not, so...I Love NY! |
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[Jan. 17th, 2002|11:11 pm] |
"So, life is dissappointing, hmm, forget it, In here life is beautiful, the girls {Even though i personally think the guys more beautiful}are beautiful, even this orchastra is beautiful....where are your troubles now, forgotten, i told you so!"
There is a good world out there somewhere, for now i'll stick with cabaret...it is so nice to listen to, i've been in the mood lately, and none of it has to do with alan's seductive little scottish accent shining through on the soundtrack either, though it helps... |
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