Friday, November 24, 2006

An update.

Things that have been going on:

Joe came to visit and painted a floating Teddy Roosevelt head
on Holly’s wall.

I went to pledge formal dressed as the Childlike Empress.
Got toasts and kisses. There was too much naked.

I have been writing lots of notes to myself, forgetting about them, and finding them later. They say things like “even in my dreams I rely heavily on air quotes” and “how do you absolutely feel?”

How do you absolutely feel?

A new theme at the house has been “the joys and hazards of living with an art student.” Such as: there is barbed wire and cigarette butts in the Jell-O. And: at three in the morning in a dark kitchen, clumps of sawdust on a cookie tray can look deceptively like apple crisp.

I don’t think it is possible to love Jesse any more than I already do. Look at him. Look!

In other house news, Jess took Binx to get fixed. Bye-bye, Binx’s manhood. You were a smelly manhood and shan’t be missed.

Ilana got married and the wedding was beautiful and perfect. The amazing Kat and I looked after many a bebe and it was verygoodtimes. Babies in tiny formalwear and yamikas are awesome. Kat Godfrey is awesome. Chocolate fountains are awesome. Children’s television programming is dreadful.

I made a friend on the internets. *waves*

Things happened at Linda’s and Skylight and Fuse and The Cave and they were all fun and everybody involved was exceptionally good-looking.

Other things have happened but I’ve mostly forgotten them. This is why I keep this godforsaken blog in the first place. Bah.

That’ll do.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Chapter One: In which our heroine experiences soul-death and later ruins a perfectly good wristwatch.

I am light-headed.

We went to Asheville this weekend to see Broken Social Scene play at the Orange Peel. Early Saturday morning everyone in the house was awake and on drugs and in the process of baking a biscuit the size and shape of Japan. MattThomas got us to Asheville in three hours. I spent most of that time in a contented narcotic haze, having tranquilized myself thoroughly after hearing the words “grad school.” (We listened to Dragonforce as gauzy sunlight spilled through the windows and it was glorious, glorious.) There was lunch at the Asheville Pizza and Brewing Company and then we met up with the others downtown. (total: me, Matt, Kenton, Cameron, Erin, Gene) At a bookstore we watched some bizarre hippies doing performance art…some sort of strange falling-leaning dance where they melted and oozed all over one another. Later, CameronKentonGene attempted to bring this artform to the streets of Asheville.

(pictures ganked from the lovely interrobang)

There was coffee and dinner and bars and then !! indie rock !! (It was very very cold at this point; we clumped together into an amoeba of warmth.) We played Destructo while waiting for the show to start (cup of meat destroyed by meat sweat destroyed by kidney failure destroyed by electrolysis destroyed by power outage…) and made a few friends in the process (copyright law destroyed by Cory Doctorow destroyed by tragic ride malfunction at Disney World…). Do Make Say Think opened and rocked out like a bunch of verbs. Broken Social Scene played a three! hour!! set!!! and it was incredible.

MattThomas and I drove back to Chapel Hill after the show because there was babysittin’ to do in the morning, except I am an idiot and we were a week early. (It is really amazing that MattThomas hasn’t killed me yet.) I went back to bed for 20 hours or so and woke up feeling worthless and miserable. Went to work, went back to sleep, feel better today. Is it still raining? Yes? Good.