Oh, Gaga. I've always had a soft spot for your crazy theatrical costumes and your catchy songs, but your VMA performance? In drag as a lean, scrappy butch, sitting on a piano and rendering row upon row of gender-inflexible celebrities dumbstruck? Even better was the catchy, classic-rock throwback vibe of the song itself. It has a very karaoke / get up and dance at the bar feel to it (in the best way).
My little dyke heart melted like butter in the sun.
If you haven't seen it yet, what are you waiting for? Full monologue + song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vi2KSTHbXo8
Monday, August 29, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
wear it out
Why am I so senselessly in love with this song? Something about it is perfect.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0CGsw6h60k&ob=av2e
i hear you're good with them soft lips
you know word of mouth
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0CGsw6h60k&ob=av2e
i hear you're good with them soft lips
you know word of mouth
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
just a test: apparently i can still do this.
Il faut boire.
J'éspère qu'il n'avait rien à dire, particulariment à me dire, autour de ce sujet.
On peut dire que je bois trop. Mais c'est quoi, ce "trop", si seulement je ne peux pas me lever, ne veux pas me régarder le lendemain en face du miroir? Peut-être c'était l'idée originale, de me déposer à cet état de vivre sous les drapeaux, enfermé aux nuages en coton.
Je suis ... quelquechose. Intelligente, oui (dans un sens accotumé et normal), mais aussi crainte, impolie, difficile, amer. Le dernier, c'est possiblement là où je me trouve ce soir.
C'est le sentiment amer qui me chasse, là-dedans -- enfin identifié. Je diraient rien, sauf qu'il existe plusieurs forces autour de mon centre à ce moment. Il y a aussi des influences internes, plutôt qui me soulage et me conseille à la discretion, la silence, et les pensées independentes. A mon avis c'est la définition d'être "adulte" -- se silencer.
Il existe des femmes, et aussi des hommes, qui peuvent me toucher, me casser, m'écraser avec un seul régarde.
Je suis vulnerable, et bien contente.
Donc, il faut boire.
J'éspère qu'il n'avait rien à dire, particulariment à me dire, autour de ce sujet.
On peut dire que je bois trop. Mais c'est quoi, ce "trop", si seulement je ne peux pas me lever, ne veux pas me régarder le lendemain en face du miroir? Peut-être c'était l'idée originale, de me déposer à cet état de vivre sous les drapeaux, enfermé aux nuages en coton.
Je suis ... quelquechose. Intelligente, oui (dans un sens accotumé et normal), mais aussi crainte, impolie, difficile, amer. Le dernier, c'est possiblement là où je me trouve ce soir.
C'est le sentiment amer qui me chasse, là-dedans -- enfin identifié. Je diraient rien, sauf qu'il existe plusieurs forces autour de mon centre à ce moment. Il y a aussi des influences internes, plutôt qui me soulage et me conseille à la discretion, la silence, et les pensées independentes. A mon avis c'est la définition d'être "adulte" -- se silencer.
Il existe des femmes, et aussi des hommes, qui peuvent me toucher, me casser, m'écraser avec un seul régarde.
Je suis vulnerable, et bien contente.
Donc, il faut boire.
Monday, August 22, 2011
I still prefer the Ataris cover, but.
Today is my 12th day in Richmond.
I'm supposed to be 1) applying for jobs and 2) organizing our apartmenthouse. That's what I've decided to call our place. It's the top floor of a big townhouse dating back to the 1880s (we think) -- larger than other city apartments, but not an independent house. apartmenthouse.
I lost the apartmenthouse motivation about ten days ago ... it turns out that trying to pack a three bedroom house into a twoish-bedroom pad with a galley "kitchen" (I use that word in a rather broad sense here...) is somehow frustrating and tedious at the same time. I like the way things look when they're precisely organized, but I lack the motivation to perform the constant, repetitive cleaning / rearranging required therein. It's pretty clear that "our unmade bed" and "tower of dishes in the sink" habits aren't going to reform just because we live somwhere smaller.
Things are slightly more active on the job-finding front, mostly due to my impending lack of funds ... I had a brief courtship with an insurance company that wanted me for my sales mojo, which was flattering but ultimately futile since I don't want to do sales and I think working for commission is extortionist. Barring that, I've had a couple of interviews at VCU but their HR department is either super slow or not interested in showing me any love at the moment (sad), and a few heartbreakingly unrequited applications to the Library of Virginia and VMFA (like I'd get that lucky). The rest of my prospects are being pulled from the internet (hello, Craigslist "administrative assistant" ads, though I'm trying to be savvy/choosy and pick things I'd actually enjoy doing / places I'd like to work) and some limited in-person hustling (wine stores, no luck there yet). Finally, I'm registering with a staffing agency Thursday morning -- I had a personal referral there through a Wine Guild contact, which was cool, and the agency specializes in temp-to-hire admin positions at (drumroll please) medical establishments and nonprofit agencies! Basically my first choice of adminning would be at one of those two.
Oh, and I've started to branch out in my choice of "doing it part time / just for the money" jobs. Today I applied to tutor SAT students part time (can you say "teaching experience"?), work at a bakery (cake!) and two more office jobs in fun-sounding places. If I have to work something non-serious, why can't it be fun too?
This just in: plans are being formulated to venture out in the big city on a quest for ice cream. I will continue to fill you in later!
For now, go listen to Don Henley's "The Boys of Summer" and think about fall, like I'm doing.
I'm supposed to be 1) applying for jobs and 2) organizing our apartmenthouse. That's what I've decided to call our place. It's the top floor of a big townhouse dating back to the 1880s (we think) -- larger than other city apartments, but not an independent house. apartmenthouse.
I lost the apartmenthouse motivation about ten days ago ... it turns out that trying to pack a three bedroom house into a twoish-bedroom pad with a galley "kitchen" (I use that word in a rather broad sense here...) is somehow frustrating and tedious at the same time. I like the way things look when they're precisely organized, but I lack the motivation to perform the constant, repetitive cleaning / rearranging required therein. It's pretty clear that "our unmade bed" and "tower of dishes in the sink" habits aren't going to reform just because we live somwhere smaller.
Things are slightly more active on the job-finding front, mostly due to my impending lack of funds ... I had a brief courtship with an insurance company that wanted me for my sales mojo, which was flattering but ultimately futile since I don't want to do sales and I think working for commission is extortionist. Barring that, I've had a couple of interviews at VCU but their HR department is either super slow or not interested in showing me any love at the moment (sad), and a few heartbreakingly unrequited applications to the Library of Virginia and VMFA (like I'd get that lucky). The rest of my prospects are being pulled from the internet (hello, Craigslist "administrative assistant" ads, though I'm trying to be savvy/choosy and pick things I'd actually enjoy doing / places I'd like to work) and some limited in-person hustling (wine stores, no luck there yet). Finally, I'm registering with a staffing agency Thursday morning -- I had a personal referral there through a Wine Guild contact, which was cool, and the agency specializes in temp-to-hire admin positions at (drumroll please) medical establishments and nonprofit agencies! Basically my first choice of adminning would be at one of those two.
Oh, and I've started to branch out in my choice of "doing it part time / just for the money" jobs. Today I applied to tutor SAT students part time (can you say "teaching experience"?), work at a bakery (cake!) and two more office jobs in fun-sounding places. If I have to work something non-serious, why can't it be fun too?
This just in: plans are being formulated to venture out in the big city on a quest for ice cream. I will continue to fill you in later!
For now, go listen to Don Henley's "The Boys of Summer" and think about fall, like I'm doing.
Friday, August 12, 2011
Are you getting somewhere, or did you get lost in Amsterdam?
Blogosphere!
It's been a long time. Here's what I've done since January:
-Passed my black belt exam in karate (which was maybe the most fun I've ever had in an exam, a good time, the best of all times)
-Celebrated the one-year anniversary of my college graduation
-Watched my favorite coworkers divide themselves into factions, and subsequently learned that teamwork and collaboration are what I'm looking for in a career-path
-Quit both my jobs
-Moved to a new city, sans emploi
-Started using my connections here to hustle for a new job
Somewhere in there I also wore a lot of skirts and dresses, wrote all my Myo Sim notes out longhand, found an apartment that my parents hate, made a few really good friends, and decided to ride my bicycle everywhere.
And now there are plumbers in my kitchen! I wish that were a euphamism, but it's not, so I'm off to deal with that.
Bisous,
A.
It's been a long time. Here's what I've done since January:
-Passed my black belt exam in karate (which was maybe the most fun I've ever had in an exam, a good time, the best of all times)
-Celebrated the one-year anniversary of my college graduation
-Watched my favorite coworkers divide themselves into factions, and subsequently learned that teamwork and collaboration are what I'm looking for in a career-path
-Quit both my jobs
-Moved to a new city, sans emploi
-Started using my connections here to hustle for a new job
Somewhere in there I also wore a lot of skirts and dresses, wrote all my Myo Sim notes out longhand, found an apartment that my parents hate, made a few really good friends, and decided to ride my bicycle everywhere.
And now there are plumbers in my kitchen! I wish that were a euphamism, but it's not, so I'm off to deal with that.
Bisous,
A.
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