intellectual properties

tiny posts that somehow evolved into live-blogging american idol

• there are certain songs that when i hear them on the radio, in my head it gets replaced with the high school marching band/jazz band version (i was in band from grade 6-12, was 1st clarinet and played sax also).  i am not enjoying the HS jazz band version of China Grove in my head right now.

• i still listen to “Crazy” by Gnarls Barkley all the time.  that song makes me so happy.

• last night i resuffered the dream that i wasn’t passing calculus again (IRL i got an A), and this time (the nth time) i noted that the lack of achievement in that respect directly correlated to lack of hooking up with the boy i had a crush on, who is also usually in the dream.

• when we were in europe, there was, in Prague, a clash with some local street vendors over a purchase. someone made a deal they shouldn’t have, and then they tried to force jay into paying more for it afterward.  i got very nervous and freaked out and sort of ran away, especially when more appeared out of the shadows and we were obviously outnumbered. i slipped into another shop and then down the street while J&J worked it out.  i was randomly thinking about this last night and in retrospect, i should have probably stood with them, as most men will not do anything to a woman, and the situation probably wouldn’t have escalated and then dragged out the way it did. especially not on a crowded tourist street. if i would have been the one to forcefully say “WE ARE LEAVING RIGHT NOW”, what would they have done? or maybe that’s a stupid idea.  more to the point is the fact that i run away when scared.

• we are going to see Ezra Furman and the Harpoons again soon.  I can’t recommend this band enough. i am way more into Ezra than Lady Gaga (even though this little piece of Gaga reporting is awesome).

• WARNING: i am currently typing this while watching the American Idol finale, so there are going to be tweet-like comments interjected into this otherwise totally cohesive blog post.

• last night i watched the Biggest Loser finale.  i have watched the whole season.  i enjoy this show.  it teaches people things that are hard to learn.  losing weight is hard.  nutrition is not complicated, but it isn’t necessarily intuitive either. i was really rooting for Cheri to win. oh well. footnote: i think Australia’s Biggest Loser is better (which you can, um, find somewhere on the internet), particularly because of the mini-nutrition seminars . and motivating yourself to exercise?  that’s a whole other animal.  i like BHJ’s approach.

• i also watched the last 1/4 of the Dancing with the Stars finale.  i’ve only seen about 1/20th of this season. it’s not that i’m not impressed;  it’s just superfluous.  as is this American Idol thing.

• this AT&T ad with the orange silky looking things is very rip-off of Christo.  oh, wait!  there at the end of the ad there is some fine print that says Christo had nothing to do with it.  interesting.

• who sold David Bowie’s music to Lincoln commercials?  fuck.

• this ad where the girl eats KFC on the bus to help her ignore the loud talking cellphone guy?  i’d be just as annoyed if someone sat next to me eating a bucket of KFC.

• oh, Xtina! hot.
• oh, wait. this is boring.
• where was i?

• ok, so on April 30 i went to the ER with neck/shoulder pain and then on May 4 jay crashed really hard on his mountain bike. we are both currently recovering and doing mostly well, although we do both complain like a couple of senior citizens about aches and pains. i am repeating this as a way to explain all of the television watching referred to above. there’s not a lot to do when you’re on painkillers.

• i really don’t care that Simon Cowell is leaving American Idol.  i’d rather see Billy Idol in his seat anyway.

• tonight we went for momos at the Cafe Tibet on University in Berkeley. and then i had an incredible eggplant dish, although next time i’d rather have the wild rice than that weird cinnabon-textured bread ball thing. never had a momo?  they’re little steamed tibetan dumplings filled with all kinds of delicious things. you’re missing out.

• fruit, vegetables, yogurt, eggs, cheese, beans, lentils, rice, nuts, coffee, wine.  all as organic as possible. moderate: soy/tofu/fake meats, popcorn, tater tots. avoid: bread, pasta, sweets. never: meat or fish. that is basically my diet.

• what is this, YACHT ROCK IDOL??
• this should stop…..

• this dreadlocked Idol finalist reminds me: not long after we first moved to California, i went out in L.A. wearing baby blue corduroys and phish t-shirt in matching baby blue. we got made fun of by some LA bimbo at the door of a club. i was indignant.  do you ever look back at photos or remember versions of yourself and wonder who that person was?

• this Idol finale is watching people sell out in real time.  it’s terribly sad.

• ok i will admit i still have a soft spot for bret michaels.  esp after Apprentice.

• despite being laid up for a couple of weeks, both jay and i have been trying to get back in shape. that’s a weird term, “in shape”, but you know what i mean.  to feel better. to live longer. to look hotter. me, since December, him, the past several months (i don’t know exactly). i haven’t lost much weight (i don’t think i had much to lose, but let’s not discuss that here, ok?) but jay has.  my boyfriend looks hot.  the larger point is that when you start really paying attention to your body it’s fascinating, all the fluctuations in energy,hunger, weight, satiation.  it’s easy to get obsessed.  the funny thing is it’s also easy to fall off the wagon.

• 2 dudes from Foreigner were on a local program last night singing “Feels Like the First Time” acoustic.  i was pretty impressed, actually . it was way better than this Chicago number on Idol.

• oh! yes, jeez i knew i was forgetting something.  saturday night i went on a bus party for a friend’s birthday.  the rest of that story is fairly unpublishable. except at the end we all sang “Don’t Stop Believing” really loud from the shores of Treasure Island while some people did gymnastics in their underwear on a wet lawn. i am not making that up.

• sunday was the 4th annual False Profit “Spring Training” outdoor party-picnic in the oakland hills.  i was there for 9 hours. it was super fun.  neva and i had a great time. aforementioned hot boyfriend also played a killer set.  lucky girl.

• in wanderlust news, i have the following in mind between now and mid-September: Utah, Chicago, Chile, Peru, Burning Man, Bali. we shall see how many come to pass.

• i guess i can just come totally clean now and admit i’ve also been watching the 2010 Giro d’Italia.  i feel like there’s nothing lazier than laying in bed watching other people do sports.  the bike races intrigue me though, and there aren’t tons of really annoying commentators or guys with light pens or beer commercials.  it’s very simple: ride bike fastest.  through incredible scenery. i like that.

• dude, Paula Abdul is totally wasted. i also can’t believe what she is wearing.  who made that atrocity? and it’s like NEON fuschia too.  file under: “i was high when i got dressed”.

• i heard a punk rock version of Billy Joel’s “my life” on KALX yesterday, and it was great. i wish i had looked to see who it was, actually. on the contrary, these group sing-a-longs in Idol make me want to hurl. i can’t believe this isn’t over yet.

• Janet’s surrogate is looking good. except it sounds a lot more like Michael than Janet.

• Obama was here in SF yesterday, and even here in the “bluest city in the nation” there was a whole crowd of protesters, everyone from central valley tea partiers screaming (with good cause) about the state budget debacle to environmentalists wanting to know what Obama was doing fundraising when the entire Gulf Coast is in a state of emergency. retort: you need Dems in office to deal with oil reform. i have no idea who you need in office to fix California.

• some days i feel highly dysfunctional on a lot of levels.  today was one of those days.  this blog post is making me feel better.

• i have no investment into which one of these humans win idol.  oh, wait….well now that it’s announced i guess i was sort of rooting for the girl.

• and that is probably the most i will blog in a while.

the end.

god never speaks in his own voice

- Ezra Furman & the Harpoons , “I dreamed of Moses”
http://www.last.fm/music/Ezra%2BFurman%2B%2526%2BThe%2BHarpoons/Banging+Down+The+Doors

I dreamed of Moses
He wanted to put my hair into cornrows
I said, I thought you were born way before
Those came into fashion

He said, Don’t be silly
Your dreams never follow the chronology of history
And the purpose of dreams is still quite a mystery
Even to me

So I pulled up a lawn chair
Took of my sword and shield and I laid ‘em right down there
He braided my hair in the shade of a bare branch
Of a beautiful sycamore tree

You people are singing to me
‘Cause God never speaks in his own voice, you see
You people are singing to me
And your song says what it says

I was born for singing
At the top of my lungs over church bells ringing
And bringing confusion to those disillusioned
By fighting against the mainstream

We were born for dying
Short time to prepare for long time in the sky and
No matter what you believe you must admit
Some things are not like they seem

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doctor, my eyes

Doctor, my eyes have seen the years
And the slow parade of fears without crying
Now I want to understand

I have done all that I could
To see the evil and the good without hiding
You must help me if you can

Doctor, my eyes
Tell me what is wrong
Was I unwise to leave them open for so long?

–jackson browne

hot dates

i have few hot dates coming up that i’m excited about:

– dinner tonight with @brittneyg. i like meeting new people from the internet. some of them have become my bestest friends.

– i am thinking of going to see The Coup – awesome conscious bay area political hiphop – tomorrow night @ the Independent. i’ve been a fan for years, but here’s the thing: their bass player was randomly shot while driving Tuesday night on I-80. no shit. fuck gangstas. instead of cancelling the show, it’s on, and i bet it’s gonna go OFF.

– i’m going to be a fashion judge at the Fashion Feud SF finale on January 26 (fb event here). i am so not qualified for this.

–Feb 1 is me&jay’s 12 YEAR anniversary.  yes. i know, right?

– i’m gonna be a fashion model at the 3rd annual LoveSick fashion show on Feb 14, with lots of my favorite designers.  it’s a pretty hot valentine’s event. (fb event here).

– Erykah Badu @ the Oakland Fox Theatre on 2/19. oooo yes. it’s been a long time i’ve been waiting to see her.

there’s a whole other lotta crap on my calendar in the next 5 weeks, but those are some of the things i’m looking forward to most.

requires a 1 hr. commitment

This mix is, among other things, a mark of the season, an ongoing fight for honesty, a need, a desire, a campfire, a peripheral vision, balance that isn’t a compromise, a thin blanket of snow, a tribute to Christopher Alexander, a dream seeking words, a roll across the shoulders, an acceptance of the unknown process, and a brush against the edges.

1. download/burn/stream/whatever/GETIT: http://benchun.net/2010/01/pattern-language/

2. listen.  see if you like it.

song of the day

Blue Skies – Noah and the Whale (or youtube for video)

This is a song for anyone
With a broken heart
This is a song for anyone
Who can’t get out of bed

I’ll do anything
To be happy
Oh cause blue skies are calling
But I know that it’s hard

This is the last song
That I write
While still in love with you

This is the last song
That I write
While you’re even on my mind

Cause it’s time to leave
Those feelings behind
Oh cause blue skies are calling
But I know that it’s hard

I don’t think that it’s the end
But I know we can’t keep going
I don’t think that it’s the end
But I know we can’t keep going

But blue skies are calling
Oh yeah blue skies are calling
Oh blue skies are calling
But I know that it’s hard

thx for that this morning, KALX

@MsKbizzle + a certain few others.  you know who you are.

back on the train

back on the train, originally uploaded by amyleblancdotcom.

leftover musical notes

after a full weekend of wompwompwompwomp, i listened to stone temple pilots almost all the way home from belden town, and i’ve had their songs in my head since.

Still Remains

our bed we live, our bed we sleep
making love and I become you -
flesh is warm with naked feet
stabbing thorns and you become meat

oh, I’d beg for you, you know I’ll beg for you

she holds my hand we share a laugh,
slipping orange blossom breezes -
love is still and sweat remains
a cherished gift unselfish feeling…

oh, I’d beg for you, you know I’ll beg for you

she tells me things, I listen well
drink the wine and save the water -
skin is smooth, I steal a glance
dragon flies ‘er’ gliding over…

oh, I’ll beg for you – you know I’ll beg for you

pick a song and sing a yellow nectarine
take a bath, I’ll drink the water that you leave
if you should die before me -
ask if you can bring a friend
pick a flower, hold your breath
and drift away…

STILL SEEKING: recommendations for live hard rock and/or blues bands to see in SF. no cookie monster metal though. i need to be able to understand WTF you’re singing about.

also, i was supposed to remind the following people of the following artists:

to nagu: antony was the singer of the last song of f’kir’s set. his voice is….timeless. the first time i saw him was singing “If It Be Your Will” in the documentary about Leonard Cohen, I’m Your Man.

to benchun: mahalia jackson. i do not know why the first time i heard this woman’s voice i immediately started to cry. i’m not generally a listener of gospel, but i’d listen to this woman sing about jesus all day long. i’ve never heard another voice like this. etta james is close. summertime/motherless child + move on up a little higher.

to whom? i forget: rod stewart with jeff beck does not suck.

this orbital ball

i’ve listened to it several times now, and this is really the only song i like off of Tori’s new album:

Flavor (listen)

Battle of the minds
cries Below cries Above
You must pick a side
Will you choose fear?
Will you choose love? What does it look like,
this orbital ball from the fringes of The Milky Way?
What does it feel like,
this orbital ball on the fringes of the Milky Way?

i hate to say this but i’m skipping this tour.  i haven’t been into her new music in years, and every performance seems to be so much paler than the previous. i’d love to see just her and her piano again someday, in a small place. i would pay a lot for that.

QOTD

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Just because you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there.

–radiohead

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