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Creepy-ass "Lucy
in Disguise with Diamonds" costume for Lenyr's
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February
2003 Archive
Friday,
February 28, 2003
Friday
Five
(more info here) 1. What is your favorite type of literature
to read (magazine, newspaper, novels, nonfiction, poetry, etc.)?
NONFICTION.
And magazines. I am well know for my lack of fiction reading.
When someone says, "Have you read _________?" I say, "If it's
fiction, I haven't read it. I've just got no patient for fiction.
It's extremely rare I read any more than 20 pages of a novel -
just don't get hooked on 'em. Rather be learning. 2. What is your favorite novel?
Favorite book = Mr. Wilson's Cabinet of Wonder by Lawrence
Weschler. Novel? Maybe Geek Love? 3. Do you have a favorite poem? (Share it!)
29 from Lawrence Ferlinghetti's Coney Island of the Mind (see
below)
Apparently I like writing Larry's.
4.
What is one thing you've always wanted to read, or wish you had
more time to read?
I've got a great visual communications/semiotics library whispering,
"Read us," every so often. 5. What are you currently reading?
The Social Life of Information.
29.
And that's the way it always is and that's the way it always ends
and the fire and the rose are one and always the same scene and
always the same subject right from the beginning like in the Bible
or The Sun also Rises which begins Robert Cohn was middleweight
boxing champion of his class but later we lost our balls and here
we go again there we are again there's the same old theme and
scene again with all the citizens and all the characters all working
up to it right from the first and it looks like all they ever
think of is doing It and it doesn't matter much with who half
the time but the other half it matters more than anything O the
sweet love fevers yes and there's always complications like maybe
she has no eyes for him or him no eyes for her or her no eyes
for her or him no eyes for him or something or other stands in
the way like his mother or her father or something like that but
they go right on trying to get it all the same like in Shakespeare
of The Waste Land or Proust remembering his Things Past or wherever
And there they are all struggling toward each other like those
marble maidens on that Grecian Urn or on any market street or
merrygoround around and around they go all hunting love and half
the hungry time not even knowing just what is really eating them
like Robin walking in her Nightwood streets although it isn't
quite as simple as all that as if all she really needed was a
good fivecent cigar oh no and those who have not hunted will not
recognize the hunting poise and then the hawks that hover where
the heart is hid and the hungry horses crying and the stone angels
and heaven and hell and Yerma with her blind breasts under her
dress and then Christopher Columbus sailing off in search and
Rudolph Valentino and Juliet and Romeo and John Barrymore and
Anna Livia and Abie's Irish Rose and so Goodnight Sweet Prince
all over again with everyone and everybody laughing and crying
along wherever night and day winter and summer spring and tomorrow
like Anna Karenina lost in the snow and the cry of hunters in
a great wood and the soldiers coming and Freud and Ulysses always
on their hungry travels after the same hot grail like King Arthur
and his nighttime knights and everybody wondering where and how
it will all end like this in the movies or in some nightmaze novel
yes as in a nightmaze Yes I said Yes I will and he called me his
Andalusian rose and I said Yes my heart was going like mad and
that's the way Ulysses ends as everything always ends when that
hunting cock of flesh at last cries out and has his glory moment
God and then comes tumbling down the sound of the axes in the
wood and the trees falling down it goes the sweet cock's sword
so wilting in the fair flesh fields away alone at last and loved
and lost and found upon a riverbank along a riverrun right where
it all began and so begins again
-
Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Coney Island of the Mind
posted on 2/28/2003 12:00:33 PM
Thursday,
February 27, 2003
Befruary
I can stop laughing at this typo I just made. February is a ridiculous
month.
posted on 2/27/2003 11:13:23 AM
Tuesday,
February 25, 2003
This-or-That
Tuesday
(more
info here) 1. Holland or Netherlands?
Netherlands. 2. Emu or Ostrich?
Either. 3. Biff or Happy?
Biff. 4. Quincy or Braintree?
I love the name Braintree. When I was rebelling against my last
name/dad, I was considering Braintree as a last name. Brandy Braintree,
not bad, eh? But I'm too attached to Agerbeck and being the only
Brandy Agerbeck on the planet. 5. Cassius Clay or Muhammad Ali?
I like the name Cassius Clay. It's gotta nice ring. But I've got
to respect someone changing their name. 6. Instabul or Constantinople?
Constantinople - purely for verbal "mouthfeel." 7. Pig or Swine?
Either. 8. Barf or Puke?
Puke. Also like Vomit. Don't like Barf - too similar to Fart. 9. Potatoes or Spuds?
Potatoes - not a fan of cutesy nicknames for common objects. Unless
it's calling a sandwich a smich - but that's not cutesy in my mind. 10. Squeeze Box or Accordion?
Accordion. Squeeze Box is a good synonym, but I'm a purist on that
front - especially being an accordion player.
Posted on 2/25/2003 10:39:16 AM
Friday,
February 21, 2003
Friday
Five
(more
info here) 1. What is your most prized material possession?
Hmmm...most prized? I've got a three way tie: Mr. Mesmo,
a favorite ceramic piece I made in college, The 2' red, carved wood
rabbit head, or the Met replica of a 15th c. statute of a rabbit
that would go in a chinese tomb. 2. What item, that you currently own, have you had the longest?
Gotta be my first blanket, a well-worn 70's flower covered comforter
that's been turned into a night shirt. Big, boxy and super warm. 3. Are you a packrat?
I grew up in a total packrat house, so I'm always bouncing between
feeling like a packrat and rebelling against it. I try to only keep
the most useful stuff, plus a bunch of art supplies. I get on purging
jags. But all in all, I'm doing well for living in 400 square feet. 4. Do you prefer a spic-and-span clean house? Or is some clutter
necessary to avoid the appearance of a museum?
Too clean makes me nervous. I've gotten a lot better the
last two years, but I am a natural slob. 5. Do the rooms in your house have a theme? Or is it a mixture
of knick-knacks here and there?
Since I live in a studio, rooms are a luxury I don't have. But the
bathroom have it's own thing going on, and there's a color palette
going on in the rest of the apartment, based on 12 bright, Brandy
colors: lipstick red, red-orange, orange, egg-yolk yellow, slighter
brighter than split pea green, forest green, cobalt, baby blue,
eggplant, black, white, and bubblegum pink.
Posted on 2/21/2003 11:36:44 AM
Wednesday,
February 19, 2003
HAPPY
HAPPY BRANDY!
I am jumping-off-the-walls-happy right now. Why?
1. I just received my very own copy of Nina Rota's brilliant Juliet
of the Spirits soundtrack!!!!! For years I was under the delusion
that it was out of print. Finally, one day I googled the sucker
and found that Footlight
Records has it. A backorder later I have my very own
copy. I am ecstatic. The super-hyper-jaunty soundtrack to my all-time
favorite movie!!!!!
2. It's peeps season again!!
3. I've had a very productive day!!!
Woohoo! ARGH!!! Holy Poop!!
posted on 2/19/2003 07:32:03 PM
This-or-That
Tuesday
(more
info here) Yes, I know it's Wednesday. 1. Black or white?
Black. 2. Plaid or stripes?
Stripes - especially black and white. 3. Paperback or hardcover books?
PAPERBACK ONLY. I am a stickler about this. 4. Color or B&W printer?
Color. 5. Golden oldies or the newest tunes?
Oldies all the way. 6. Ice cream: in a cone or a dish?
At home - in a dish so you can make ice cream soup. On the go
- in a cone because it's less waste and tasty. 7. Bath or shower?
Bath to relax, shower to get clean. 8. Are you outgoing or shy?
Outgoing, but that's because I give my introverted self plenty
of alone time. 9. Answer the phone when it rings, or screen calls?
Screen. 10. VCR or TiVO?
VCR.
posted on 2/19/2003 04:17:13 PM
Tuesday,
February 18, 2003
Soundtrack
I want a chip implanted in my head that plays Blossom Dearie, Johnny
Ray, Eartha Kitt, Bobby Darin...
posted on 2/18/2003 12:30:15 PM
I
wore it today, debating which was a better Valentine's shirt that
one or the one I bought that says "I'd
rather be masturbating ." I opted for the former. So, I was
with a group of women this evening and one immediately said, "I
like that shirt."
Me: "Thanks, I made it."
Woman: "Oh, but is it true? Do you love your life?"
Me: "Yep."
Woman: "What do you do?"
Me: (pause) "I work for myself."
[laughter all around.]
I
guess that what the right answer. "What do you do?" is one of
the hardest questions I'm asked. There's too many choices and
you never know which one someone wants.
I
Hate the News
Man, I cannot fuckin' stand the news. I haven't watch the news
in over a year, I'd say. I can see more merit in the national
news, but local news makes me so angry. It's such bullshit!
"Tonight at 10, your drinking water will kill you, your child
could die, and the cure for cancer is in your refrigerator."
I
know we're all supposed to hate lawyers, but as far as dubious
careers go, I want to know how local tv news anchors and journalists
live with themselves.
For
instance, last night I caught the teaser for the news which purported,
"Ice and sleet coming our way, how bad will the storm be?" I knew
there wasn't a big storm in the forecast and figured it was just
Grade A local news crapola. Yeah, no storm - but since it's mid-February
and we haven't had a blizzard yet, they must fill their hysteria
quota. So tonight the teaser was, "Well, the storm warning was
lifted, but what will we face in the morning?"
Apparently,
we must fear the dawn to watch the news, or to tolerate it. How
did man survive before the 4:30, 6:00 and 10:00 news?! Surely,
they all perished. Oh, wait, they did. *gasp*Is there
no hope?
Cinematic
Confusion
I just finished watching 8
1/2 Women by Peter Greenaway, thinking I was renting that
hypersaturated French musical I saw as a trailer in a theater
awhile back - 8
Women . Yes, both contain women, 'bout 8 of 'em, but those
gotta be two very different movies. Yes, I caught on quickly that
it was not the right movie, and thankfully I'm a Greenaway
fan. *whew*
Happy
VD
Ah, the sweet, sweet holiday of obligation. I'm all for celebrating
love. While I'm not half of a couple, I am extremely grateful
that my life is full of love. I am also extremely grateful that
I live a life of very little obligation. Obligation has got to
be the absolute worst motivation in the world. Someone
- maybe some online article - summarized VD as the holiday of
disappointment for women and guilt for men. Man, sign me up!!
I hope everyone's huggin' loved ones of all sorts and not sweating
the candy,
flowers
and jewelry.
Friday
Five
(more
info here) 1. Explain why you started to journal/blog.
I guess b/c the technology was easy-peasy (thanks to Blogger's
"push button publishing for the people") and I like to tell stories
and I've got a lot of them. 2. Do people you interact with day to day or family members
know about your journal/blog? Why or why not?
I'm not shy/secretive about the blog!. Lots of good friends
and family who aren't geographically near me are regulars. Out
of the folks in Chicago, the only regulars are those with office
jobs who are online a lot. 3. Do you have a theme for your journal/blog?
Nope. Just my thoughts. But I do try to not piss, moan or rant
in it since it doesn't feel very productive. Plus, I'm a glass
half full gal. And I pretty much never talk about client work.
4. What direction would you like to have your journal/blog
go in over the next year?
Always want to be living a life that's interesting enough to blog
about. 5. Pimp five of your favorite journals/blogs. Craftgrrl,
ljc,
Not
Martha, Petit
Chou, Supah
posted on 2/14/2003 11:28:49 PM
Considerable
Cloudiness
That's from the detailed forecast on Weather.com. Sounds ominous,
eh?
I
was just talking to Kristin. We're working together on a Powerpoint
presentation. Today maybe 15 minutes of conversation was about
the slide I'm working on clarifying, another 45 of me ranting
and raving and telling many completely unrelated stories. We're
normally chatty, but I felt like I had fallen into a whole other
category - monologuist. At one point I stopped myself and apologized.
Kristin quickly stated, "Well, I figure if I keep listening you'll
tell me where the treasure in buried."
Perhaps.
Posted on 2/14/2003 11:36:39 AM
Tuesday,
February 11, 2003
This morning
I didn't know Christopher Walken was in Catch Me If You Can. I've
gotten into the lovely habit of seeing a matinee on Tuesdays - deadlines
and workloads allowing. Now I've seen Christopher Walken in Catch
Me If You Can. I really got into it - very interesting story, well
told. There's was about half a dozen folks in the theater and I
was the only one who thought Tom Hanks was funny. I'm not any particular
Leonardo DiCaprio fan, but boy, does he wear the 1960's well! And
I was, of course, delighted with Agnes Deygas's opening credits.
Posted on 2/11/2003 08:48:14 PM
Fifth
Dimension
"Age of Aquarius" is a pretty good song to hear first thing in
the morning.
Oscar
Nominations
Ok, I'm a big movie geek, so here's my gut reaction of who I want
to win the Oscars, and who will. Yeah, not all categories
are here, just ones I had an opinion on:
Best
Picture: Chicago, Gangs of New York, The Hours,
The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, The Pianist
Actor:Adrien Brody, Nicolas Cage, Michael Caine, Daniel
Day-Lewis, Jack Nicholson
Actress:
Salma Hayek, Nicole Kidman, Diane Lane, Julianne
Moore, Renee Zellweger
(I don't know if Kidman or Zellweger will win, but my guess is
one of them)
Supporting
Actor: Chris Cooper, Ed Harris, Paul Newman, John C.
Reilly, Christopher Walken
(I didn't even know Walken was in Catch Me If You Can)
Supporting
Actress: Kathy Bates, Julianne Moore, Queen Latifah,
Meryl Streep, Catherine Zeta-Jones
(I love all theses actresses. I want those three to
win. No idea who will win.)
Director:Rob Marshall, Martin Scorsese, Stephen Daldry, Roman
Polanski, Pedro Almodovar
(I like Daldry and Marshall, but I think Chicago might sweep,
despite it being a high-concept musical.)
Adapted
Screenplay: Peter Hedges and Chris Weitz and Paul Weitz,
"About a Boy"; Charlie Kaufman and Donald Kaufman, "Adaptation";
Bill Condon, "Chicago"; David Hare, "The Hours"; Ronald
Harwood, "The Pianist."
(I thought About a Boy was charming. Glad to see it here.)
Original
Screenplay: Todd Haynes, "Far From Heaven"; Jay Cocks and
Steve Zaillian and Kenneth Lonergan, "Gangs of New York"; Nia
Vardalos, "My Big Fat Greek Wedding"; Pedro Almodovar,
"Talk to Her"; Carlos Cuaron and Alfonso Cuaron, "Y Tu Mama Tambien."
(The Underdog Oscar, probably not the best writing, but gets points
for the context and that it's autobiographical)
Art
Direction: "Chicago," "Frida," "Gangs of New
York," "The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers," "Road to Perdition."
Costume:
"Chicago," "Frida," "Gangs of New York," "The Hours,"
"The Pianist."
(Chicago may be more obvious, because it's more theatrical, but
everything in the Hours was spot on for the characters. And I
like the crossover in details from one story to the next - like
Virginia Woolf's amber necklace and Clarissa Vaughn's amber earrings)
Documentary
Feature: "Bowling for Columbine," "Daughter from Danang,"
"Prisoner of Paradise," "Spellbound," "Winged Migration."
(sadly, I've only seen Bowling for Columbine, since it's so rare
to get to see documentaries. I really dug B for C, but I kinda
doubt Moore will win)
We
will see what happens March 23rd!
posted on 2/11/2003 09:09:18 AM
Saturday,
February 08, 2003
Sewing
In the last week, I bought a clothing pattern for the first time
in about 7 years. My mom used to make matching outfits for me and
my sis and is an accomplished seamstress. She taught me to sew and
I really took to it. Mostly I made hats and dresses. Being a perfectionist,
I would always get mad at myself that my work didn't more closely
resemble store bought stuff - things made by women in third world
countries making the same garment hundreds of times on industrial
machines. No matter how exacting I was, there was always little
mistakes and some hair pulled out.
Right
around the time I graduated from college, I vowed to stop making
clothing. It was too frustrating. My sewing was relegated to pillows,
quilts, bags.
But
now because I've been enjoying wearing skirts (huh?) and because
my favorite garish pants are about to crap out, I decided to sew
a few skirts. Since the economy is retarded there's no brightly
colored clothing. Two signs of lulls in the economy - vibrant
clothing and lots of white space in ads are bellwether of good
times.
Well,
I toddled off to the fabric store and bought a couple patterns.
In the remnants second, I found sound fuschia corduroy and some
nice black cotton. With the former I made an a-line skirt last
night. Purdy cute, purdy easy. The black color will be used to
make another a-line skirt. This one will be black on the top,
then a line of white rickrack in the seam, then a black and white
abstract print that'll work well with the rickrack and then the
hem will be a black scallop. That's the plan, Stan.
But
today, I've been sewing bags with the remaining pink cords. They
are curvy cute bags, that I'm calling watermelon bags, because
they are half-circles the color of a slice of watermelon.
My
back is angry from hunching over the sewing machine. But it's
great to see things come together. And the biggest joy in a tiny
detail, is that I bought new straight pins. They are divine. The
scraggly collection of pins I had before is far inferior to these
pins. They are long and svelte. Yeah, that sound stupid for pins,
but they have such a nice weight feel in my fingers. Actually
made me want to pin things!
Now
I'm off for an evening of socializing and not curled up around
a machine!
posted on 2/8/2003 05:47:10 PM
Tuesday,
February 04, 2003
No,
Really, I'm Sober
I swear I looked up at a bus
on Michigan Avenue today and the destination briefly said "Puerto
Rico."
Ouch
Wanna know how cold it can get in the Midwest U.S.? You know when
you eat ice cream or ice a shake too fast and you get that "ice
cream headache Now imagine your whole head hurting
like that. There. That's how cold it can get here.
Posted on 2/4/2003 06:08:28 PM
Monday,
February 03, 2003
The
Marrying Kind
I must look quite fetching while riding public transit, because
I just got another marriage proposal! This time on the bus. This
time I know it wasn't my looks (I was looking like a gnome in my
hooded sweatshirt). I was in the proximity of a heated back-of-the-bus
conversation about love. The man turned to me and said, "Would you
marry me?" I said, "Maybe. I don't know you."
So,
one of the other items in my mailbox when I returned was an envelope
from my high school. First thought = What the fuck? Our senior
year they asked us each to answer 10 question to be sent to us
in 10 years. A few examples: 1. Where will you be living?
In a trailer home or apartment in either Iowa or Minnesota.
(Alludes my love of small spaces and pre-Chicago-discovery) 2. Will you be married?
Possibly. 3. What will be your recreation?
Art, karaoke night addiction.
Posted on 2/3/2003 07:41:50 PM
Terrifying
Toothbrush
Ok, so I'm still somewhat charmed by the flashing
toothbrush. Two problems: [1] the rubber end of the
toothbrush that you use to turn on the flashing has that weird
rubber smell [2] The flashing is really bright and kinda scary.
It's disturbing to have a bright red light eminating from one's
mouth.
Back
in the Saddle
Headaches gone, fully rested and my nose is back on the grindstone.
One problem - my carpal tunnel pain is at about 70%. So, I'll
be alternating hours between computer work and anything but computer
work. It's a big work of graphics and HTML production, so I've
gotta pace my brain, butt and arms for the long haul.
Posted on 2/3/2003 01:04:07 PM
Nola
Soona
*whew* Took about 7 hours just now to get this far on the New
Orleans gallery. Photos edited, images prepped and thumbnails
made, navigation images created, pages built, internal links created.
All that's left is captions, external links and linking it up
on the gallery page. I've been plagued by barometric pressure
headaches since I got back, so I'm too pooped and pained to finish
it now. Pleez let it rain
tomorrow!!
God
of Small Things
Last night at the wine tasting, Rob was saying that his Saturday
went swimmingly, and that if he could get to bed without a hitch,
he would have "won Saturday." In response to Rob's pleasure for
a day well spent, Anne called Rob "a god of small things."
That's
the first I've heard of that phrase and I really dig it.
Today
at Osco, while buying diet coke to combat the aforementioned headaches,
my eyes spied a flashing
toothbrush. You push the bottom of the handle and it flashed
red for 60 seconds. The idea is that the red light will put children
in a minute long trance of dental hygiene. I know it'll work on
me! I love shiny things. I bought a red glittery one, since the
light is red and I am obsessed with color matching. I finally
get to use it in a few minutes.
Makes
me feel like a god of small things too.
Posted on 2/3/2003 02:40:22 AM
Sunday,
February 02, 2003
Boogie
Both parties last night, were mucho funo. At the Beatles party,
in my "Lucy in Disguise with Diamonds" getup I confirmed by lifestyle
of wearing natural fibers. I lost 3 pounds of sweat in my vinyl
trenchcoat covered in silver diamonds. I looked sufficiently freakish
in a light blue feather wig, huge white round sunglasses, a fake
moustache and the trenchcoat. It worked. And I had the very surreal
experience of putting makeup on my good friend Jim, who was Polythene
Pam ("So good looking, but she looks like a man"). Although I can
handle brushed and ink well, I will never
have a future as a makeup artist.
The
transitional cab from Party A to Party B never surfaced, so fellow
partygoers Lynn and Jeff gave me a ride to the Blue Line. I sat
on the train with legs crossed in black tights. No biggie, but
one man gave my an appreciative and respectful look as he entered
the train. We both got off the train at Damen, and he offered
a marriage proposal. I declined, but it was a nice exchange. One
of those "catcall" moments, some are just gross and make me want
to kick the guy in the nuts, some are respectful and flattering
and I feed on the flattery for awhile. This was the latter.
Off
to the wine tasting. I didn't anticipate a dance party, but when
I entered people were movin' and groovin'. I joined in and shook
my tuckus off. My cohorts in Darkroom Chemicals were on fire.
Apparently, I missed the more reserved section of the evening.
I was happy to jump in for the last throes of dancing, drinking,
smoking, etc.
After
Mexican food with Ethan and Anne, I made it back into my bed at
5 am.
Morning
After
So, I slept too long. I opened the window and had that perfect
combination being under the toasty warm blankets, and the chill
from the window settling on my exposed arms. Perfect.
Tonight,
I finish the New Orleans gallery.
Posted on 2/2/2003 04:30:23 PM
Saturday,
February 01, 2003
Home
Again, Home Again.
Ok, yeah, I've been home since Thursday morning, but I finally had
a chance to snap out of vacation mode, shake off a barometric-pressure
headache and get caught up on sleep, sweet sleep.
I
came home to many treasures: the dozen or so dvd's I ordered two
weeks ago, "High Drama: The Real Johnnie Ray", a birthday card
from my Grandma Shirley, eBay purchase of the Juliet of the Spirits
paperback, AND my surprise from Mark Ehling. He sent me a framed
copy of the letterpress and linocut(?) "Letter to Stave Off Bird
Attack." So friggin' great! There will be a care package going
to Tuscaloosa soon.
Currently,
I am listening to Johnnie Ray SO LOUD and about to head
off to two parties - a Beatle-themed costume birthday party, and
then a wine/cheese tasting. To the former I'll be dressed as "Lucy
in Disguise with Diamonds," to the latter as semi-formal Brandy
Agerbeck.