Sunday, June 29, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
music
i'm tired of reviews. music should be a personal thing, nest-ce pas?
these are not necessarily new. just a list of what i am listening to.
1. the troggs.
2. aimee mann's #*&%@ smilers
3. neil diamond's home before dark (this is seriously good stuff, not at all for aging un-hipsters)
4. best of chicago - the early years
5. la belle epoque: emi's french girls 1966-1968
6. fear and loathing in las vegas soundtrack
7. nick cave's dig lazarus dig
8. philip glass' powaqqatsi
9. jim white's transnormal skiperoo
10. time-life music's animal rock
11. john hiatt's same old man
12. spoon's ga ga ga ga ga
13. goldfrapp's seventh tree
14. orchestra baobob's made in dakar (AWESOME!)
15. emmylou harris' all i intended to be
ps. am i the only one who doesn't own an i-pod?
these are not necessarily new. just a list of what i am listening to.
1. the troggs.
2. aimee mann's #*&%@ smilers
3. neil diamond's home before dark (this is seriously good stuff, not at all for aging un-hipsters)
4. best of chicago - the early years
5. la belle epoque: emi's french girls 1966-1968
6. fear and loathing in las vegas soundtrack
7. nick cave's dig lazarus dig
8. philip glass' powaqqatsi
9. jim white's transnormal skiperoo
10. time-life music's animal rock
11. john hiatt's same old man
12. spoon's ga ga ga ga ga
13. goldfrapp's seventh tree
14. orchestra baobob's made in dakar (AWESOME!)
15. emmylou harris' all i intended to be
ps. am i the only one who doesn't own an i-pod?
Sunday, June 8, 2008
hot fun in the summertime
not really.
good song, though.
it's actually a lot of blood, sweat and tears gearing up for another summer in Chicago.
central air - MUST BE NICE! the hubby and i set up our window unit rigs this morning. it was hot and i mean DAMN HOT in this old beat-up apartment this morning. yesterday's storm left a sauna overnight for us and i woke up three hours later than my usual time with a mean case of sweat-head.
during window-unit air-conditioning season, or i suppose if you'd prefer to call it Summer you can, you have to pretend like you're camping. roughing it. don't you dare turn on the microwave while the unit in the living room is going or else the lamps and alarm clock will go out in the bedroom. and don't even think about toasting your bagel in the toaster oven or the office and solarium will go kaput. the key to the switch in the breaker room might be in its proper place or it just might have been swiped by the homeless man who was found living under the deck two years ago. you just might not know!
sometimes you have to wait 22 hours in the hot, sweaty dark for the Nicaraguan maintenance man or his nephew to show up to flip the switch.
and sometimes you have to escape and dream and stare out at the houses across the street and wonder what it's like to live with central air conditioning. however this escape is sometimes disrupted by that one lone hillbilly house (or hillybilly as my french relatives like to call them) and that beer-gutted sweaty bald man with his shirt off, just standing in the rain getting his annual bath.
i wonder if he was concerned with the raindrops falling into his beer can at 11am this morning.
Remarkable, isn't it?
good song, though.
it's actually a lot of blood, sweat and tears gearing up for another summer in Chicago.
central air - MUST BE NICE! the hubby and i set up our window unit rigs this morning. it was hot and i mean DAMN HOT in this old beat-up apartment this morning. yesterday's storm left a sauna overnight for us and i woke up three hours later than my usual time with a mean case of sweat-head.
during window-unit air-conditioning season, or i suppose if you'd prefer to call it Summer you can, you have to pretend like you're camping. roughing it. don't you dare turn on the microwave while the unit in the living room is going or else the lamps and alarm clock will go out in the bedroom. and don't even think about toasting your bagel in the toaster oven or the office and solarium will go kaput. the key to the switch in the breaker room might be in its proper place or it just might have been swiped by the homeless man who was found living under the deck two years ago. you just might not know!
sometimes you have to wait 22 hours in the hot, sweaty dark for the Nicaraguan maintenance man or his nephew to show up to flip the switch.
and sometimes you have to escape and dream and stare out at the houses across the street and wonder what it's like to live with central air conditioning. however this escape is sometimes disrupted by that one lone hillbilly house (or hillybilly as my french relatives like to call them) and that beer-gutted sweaty bald man with his shirt off, just standing in the rain getting his annual bath.
i wonder if he was concerned with the raindrops falling into his beer can at 11am this morning.
Remarkable, isn't it?
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Sunday Slothing
There is nothing very Remarkable about a day of slothing.
Except the fact that I rely heavily on them every so often. And recently, more often than not.
It's retail, man. 15 years of retail now, never sitting down, running around for demanding hurried citizens of the human race. I'm beat. Worn out.
If every customer were lovely and polite, I wouldn't mind. But sadly, only a small handful are lovely and polite, so I do very much mind.
It can't be stated enough, but every member of the human race in every developed country in this world should have to serve a year in the retail sector. Or waitressing.
Everyone.
Especially you.
You know who you are.
Except the fact that I rely heavily on them every so often. And recently, more often than not.
It's retail, man. 15 years of retail now, never sitting down, running around for demanding hurried citizens of the human race. I'm beat. Worn out.
If every customer were lovely and polite, I wouldn't mind. But sadly, only a small handful are lovely and polite, so I do very much mind.
It can't be stated enough, but every member of the human race in every developed country in this world should have to serve a year in the retail sector. Or waitressing.
Everyone.
Especially you.
You know who you are.
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