i want my life to make more sense to meeeeeee...
i went on a crazy frames spree. of course, i missed their u.s. tour, but if i crank up the live stuff in my ipod, it's almost like being there...  josh and i checked out this art show opening at montserrat in beverly. it was all illustration, which was a refreshing change from the typical fine/modern art. josh and i particularly liked the guinea pig with a guiness. josh, siobhan, mike, and i could argue about where would be the best place to hang it. i have some pictures of that to develop (including one in which i blinded josh's right eye--sorry dude). that plus a pint of guiness (sans pig) at kitty o'shea's ended a bad day nicely. tonight is the saturn effect show in dracut. 21+, $2--come watch chri5s, josh, j.d., and alan rock out. first person to find me there gets a free drink.
dandalvism
SMASH!guess what woke me up at three o'clock this morning? the sounds of beer bottles hitting my house, my car, my street, and my driveway. every few minutes, the dead silence of my neighborhood was punctured by a loud crash. i did not see anyone, though, which is strange. i fell back to sleep and then went outside to clean up the glass this morning. not only was is all over my street, but up and down william street as well. there were no broken windows or any other major damages, though. so much for a quiet neighborhood. on a better note, i start my gig with the symphony on monday. woot. oooh, and tiger is looking snappy. not as amazing as panther, but it is enough to distract me from my anger at those bottlehucking jackasses.
spring cleaning
new template, some new links, and a new spot for blogs i like to peek at. where are you on this machete-sherpa test, people? you can aim me at 'astrosequis' if you must make your smartiness known to me immediately.
everybody cut loose
with lady's wedding coming up, and jen freaking out about what to wear, and that whole ban on track pants/red leather, i decided to mosey on down to the ghettoglen mall for some dressage, or rather some snazzywear for the shindig... out of this visit came a list: 1. NO PURPLE. 2. no, my boobs will not fit into that. 3. indian weddings do not share a dresscode with rave parties or fetish fridays. 4. if you take the lady's survey, you get four bucks. woot. 5. if i couldn't wear it to church, i couldn't wear it to the wedding. 6. they should not play 'wang chung' and 'footloose' in succession while i am trying on dresses. the dance i tried to do while half in an anne klein shift nearly killed me. 7. i am a part-time tomboy but a full-time hater of buying shoes and trying on dresses. 8. the employees all fail the machete-sherpa test* i made it out alive and with aforementioned snazzy duds and four dollars in hand. sonia, your wedding better be worth a pink dress (o: * the machete-sherpa test was something introduced to me by my buddy, the ever-classy tufts grad matt. it is quite simple: without looking these terms up, what is a machete and what is a sherpa? he has his theories about who would know these things...boys...bookish sorts... so lay it on me, yo: what are they???
starry-eyed
i scored tickets to go see stars, some band named ivy, and some other band named astaire. but what is important is that i am going to see stars. i want to have, like, 10,000 of their babies. sure, they are from canada, and they are not very screamy, but they still rock in my book. you should check them out. you should come with me to see them at the paradise on may third. you should buy me a dress for my buddy sonia's indian wedding. if i can wear it to the concert and the wedding, all the better. in other nutter news, i had really screwed up dreams last night about everyone i went to high school with. seriously, people i haven't seen in 5-plus years do not have any right to be in my sleeping head. it's fucked up enough in there without peter, moose, and alyssa sitting there, smoking hash, talking in tongues... that'll teach me to look through my yearbook for an hour.
rokkk
i finally did the whole photo-setup in flickr--because picassa is a WhoreSoft supporter. (yeah, i went there.) here is some eye-candy...or eye-broccoli, if you will... yeah, I'm totally yawning, but i look like I'm rocking out. and that is what counts here. this is an oldie jon and i took with the trusty .0000003 pixel phone camera..
in the green...
happy saint irish day to you all, as jon would say! fnx had this 6 am breakfast thing with music and beer and food over at the black rose, which of course poor joshua had to attend. i could not coerce meself out from under my down comforter at 5 this morning--not even for beer and the joshua tree. being employed in the rock biz has some perks for josh, though--6 am irish punk shows are always made brighter by the throngs of cute irish redheaded girls in attendance--or so he says. don't feel too badly for him. (o;
i am going to start at the malden i.a.c. for a few drinks and some corned beef sandwiches. yum.
have a great and safe night, everyone!
leave the gun. take the cannollis.
yesterday i was cruising the burlington library 'for sale' shelves and happened upon a vhs copy of the godfather. i had never seen the movie, it was a dollar, and i needed some cheap entertainment for the night, so i bought it. never mind the fact that i bought it with the change i found distributed through the nooks and crannies in my car... [hold up--did she just say she had never seen the godfather?!?!] yes. before last night, my only experience with la famiglia corleone was in the pages of mario puzo's book. i always like to read the book version of a given movie first, if such a book exists, because movies ruin reading experiencesmore than books ruin movie watching. since books are almost always better (except for out of sight, a book so bad the movie had to be better), i find reading books without actual visual comparison much more enjoyable. i like to form my own ideas of what is happening in the book; if i do not, then guy montag would perpetually look like oskar werner in my mind, and--geecchhhhh--marlon brando would be my mental image for dr. moreau. another problem is that even when a movie is very well done, like the recent lord of the rings trilogy, it differs from the book to such an extent as to completely bewilder a reader. the movies were amazing on their own, but reading the lord of the rings and picturing elijah wood as frodo and orlando bloom's legolas in the book's context is completely befuddling. the latter reason is why i am glad i read puzo's book before tackling coppolla's vision. the godfather is, of course, a breathtaking expanse of cinema; but the book filled in the gaps that no movie can avoid. the character depth that puzo achieves is shades of stephen king--albeit more succinct. in the book: sonny's pernicious temper becomes a far more serious danger to the family; connie becomes an even whinier brat and her husband a most thoroughly incompetent goon; and michael's transformation from a man apart to corleone patriarch is far more rich, cold, and believable. as excellent as the movie is, is barely touches upon the profundity of the book. slightly contrary to my above beliefs about reading books first, i recommend puzo's masterpiece the godfather to anyone who has or has not seen the movie. even if you must always see al pacino in your mind as michael corleone, is that such a bad thing? not for a book as good as this one.
sucks to your assmar, piggy!
it's howling like ginsberg outside, there is much snow...and i am stuck at my mother's house. it is too cold here....ahhhh! must...drive...home... besides, like a dolt i left blue latitudes at home, and i really want to finish it up. the pile of half-finished books by my bed has reached monolithic status.. oh, and i want to replace the horowitz book with power's a problem from hell, which i finally aquired in paperback for implausibly measly ducats. mmmm pile of books, i will drive through foul weather on the decrepid boston winter roads for you.
ping!ping!
i am officially wired. i think i fed myself too many stimulants, or sugar, or political ideas...anyways, I'm converted to 7 year old girl mode for the time being... i had my very last pottery class today. i made all of two things: a tubey-shaped canister thing, and something that i might turn into an inkwell. i also, in true megan fashion, spun the pottery wheel around so fast that i nearly shot myself with the metal pick tool i left on said spinning wheel. how do i continue to thrive and stay out of the roll of the darwin awards?
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