and/or live in a 5×5′ studio in new york. it’s a stairs bookcase!
Here’s a great idea for anyone who loves books and doesn’t have enough apartment space or a Kindle: a “secret staircase” made of English oak, lined with books left, right and center, leading to a loft bedroom in a Victorian 1898 apartments block.
p.s. someone at work today told me that she bought the shoes i was wearing for her 13 year old daughter from this chichi boutique. uh…what? i am weirded out that 13 year old girls these days wear heels. shouldn’t they be jump roping or some shit? color me disconnected.
i started drum lessons in january because i fell off trying to teach myself and also because i thought spending money would motivate me to practice more and give me some much needed direction. so i’ve been practicing here and there on my drum kit and on the practice pad and whatnot, but today i figured how to play the drums on slint’s “good morning, captain” and i am so happy. i know it’s not really complicated, but it marks the first time i’ve been able to hear patterns and accents in a song and mimic them. now i have hope and am probably hated by neighbors. hooray!!
i’ve had a hard time describing to my instructor how i want to play. i made him a cd but it was rushed and the drums weren’t all that diverse. i kept explaining that i was in love with understated hi-hat work, 16th note patterns and intuitive polyrhythmic drumming that seems effortless and full of finesse like how you hear in some jazz or from robert wyatt in the soft machine. that’s the dream. i want to be nimble and bright sounding, not necessarily thunderous and in your face. then i was over at young’s house and guitar heroed to “message in the bottle.” i can’t believe i never noticed how creative the drumming was on that song even though it’s been played ad nauseum throughout my lifetime. maybe because i have a love hate relationship with the police. anyway, i told my instructor that i liked the drums on that song and he knew exactly what i meant. baby steps i guess.
mike: uh huh ok whatsup shutup audrey: you shut up audrey: happy valentine’s day. go practice making out with your pillow mike: go stick some peanut butter in your dogs mouth so he will kiss you audrey: you’re the one with a dog mike: i dont need peanut butter mike: he loves me mike: did you see juno? audrey: no audrey:i’m not into those quirkie indie flicks like you are mike: dont label me mike: just cause you like documentarys on cow roping doesnt mean you can hate on my movies audrey: you’re killing me today mike: i got off work early im in a good mood mike: but talking to you is ruining it
here are a bunch of LPs with pink records covers compiled by a bunch of record nerds and me. i think quilted they would make a nice poster. somebody do that please.
ok sorry. i guess daily motion took that erykah badu video down (hi rajbot)
anyway, these were posted on a My Little Pony message board and i am dying over here.
i always get freaked out when i see pictures of 12 year old thug wannabees holding up guns on the internet so one holding up a My Little Pony in the same menacing fashion is so awesome. i hope he is for real.
