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Beulah - Dig the Subatomic Holdout #2 |
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It's been too long.
This month's (cd-r sized) playlist:
Spoon - Paper Tiger
Beulah - Disco: The Secretaries Blues
H.A.D. - Carpool
Beulah - My Horoscope Said it Would Be a Bad Year
The Flaming Lips - Waiting for Superman
(man i love) Beulah - I [Love] John, She [Love]s Paul
(the obligatory) Beatles - Fixin' a Hole
JV feat. Spoon - Time Travel is Lonely
Beck - Lost Cause
(one more time!) Beulah - Emma Blowgun's Last Stand
Beulah (who, if you couldn't tell, i have quite the affinity for) has announced that their next album - due late next year - will be their last. They have decided to break up after their final support tour and return to their "adult" lives. But we can save them, we can save Beulah! Mail them, email them, buy their cd's, shout as loud as you can at their shows. We can make a difference, we can change what will come!
Delusional?
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[05 Dec 2002|02:45pm] |
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annoying Christmas carols in my head (courtesy of S. Amrock) |
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I got another letter from Bowdoin today. The first one said that if my application had any problems, they would notify me. This one says that my application has no problems. This is killing me, people! Just send me the notification of acceptance and get it over with.
Law team was canceled because of the snow, so I was all ready to head down to the Haven when I see Dad in the Astro in the spot next to mine. He waved me over and told me to go home immediately, because the back roads (3 of which I have to use to get home) were terribly slippery and he didn't want me on then when they were getting worse. While I am not happy with the decision, it was the right move - it took me 30 minutes to get home at a crawl and I slid a few times anyway.
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[29 Nov 2002|09:48pm] |
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It was semi-intentional not updating for a while. I needed a break from a detailed chronicling of my November. Blah blah blah. Holiday, music video, blah. It's nothing new.
Much like The Beach a few months ago, I feel a deeply-rooted sickness when I think about the music video, now due in just under 7 days. In short, it's been a disaster. I discovered that I taped over the opening sequence we filmed last week with the closing sequence we taped this past Tuesday, which did little to improve my already melancholy Thanksgiving mood. Now after having 2 days in New Hampshire to mull over it, I'm scrambling for a camera and some edit time for tomorrow, which is what a bunch of people are doing, I'm sure. Mike and Mike will each receive a home-made cake and some fine cigars if we can pull this thing off tomorrow.
Wednesday must have been my One Bad DayTM of the year, since my Koss headphones broke, I discovered the video fiasco, I ripped two holes in my favorite jacket, and school was canceled (yay!) so I couldn't film the pep rally (boo!) so I have nothing for Panther Tracks (uber-boo!). At least I got to help Kwiz and 'Stang out of a muddy situation and take part in both The Beach and M. Sleazy's vids. And I got to make a salad for dinner tonight, complete with exactly the correct amount of dressing for three people.
Tonight my dad referred to himself as "quite a writer". Yeah, and I'm quite a Kenyan distance runner, too, Pops.
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[16 Nov 2002|11:14pm] |
Every single time, I find some way to make it harder on myself. The instant I go and make up my mind to do something, be one way, make an effort to do something I go and do/say/act the exact opposite. My intentions are incompatible with my actions. Being "yourself" is the hardest thing in the world.
But change is harder.
If they only knew how scared I am.
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[06 Nov 2002|06:32am] |
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The Revolutionary Hydra - Oxygen = Death |
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There were a couple of Eastern European men who came into the store over the summer numerous times, and just about every time asked about public transportation from Framingham in to Boston.
My facial memory is not so great, but I have the sinking suspicion that one of them was Ivan Huml. That would be neat.
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[04 Nov 2002|03:14pm] |
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John Vanderslice w/ Spoon - Time Travel is Lonely |
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Yesterday I finalized by Bowdoin application and today I mailed it and my financial aid info off to Maine. Now I play the waiting game and complete the other four or five applications I'll eventually send at my leisure, since I can't send them ED or EA. I guess I still have to give Guidance some more records release forms, even though it's virtually wasted money for colleges to which I (in all likelihood) won't be applying. That's the way it goes sometimes, though.
And I leave you with the top 5 quotes from Saturday night (with help from Mike):
5:12 PM: "You know, that's one good thing about smoking cigarettes - they make you lose weight. Even if it is because they're eating away at your flesh..."
6:25 PM: "There was definitely something different about him - he had a backwards hat and baggy pants. He was not regular Mark, he was Dealer Mark."
7:05 PM: "I feel like my mind is losing pieces of itself..."
7:12 PM: "Fifty cops! No, it's the cop from the Fifth Element!"
7:25 PM: "Oh man, Conner's gonna get arrested if he doesn't kill that giraffe!"
Good thing he did.
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[03 Nov 2002|05:39pm] |
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Beulah - Lay Low for the Letdown |
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AutoComplete has its advantages and disadvantages.
Advantage: When filling in my LiveJournal "Current Music:" section, I can peruse my past choices so as to offer the world a more diverse look into my musical tastes.
Disadvantage: When I accidentally typed "gra" and hit enter when signing in to my email one day, it decided to plunk that entry right at the top of the AutoComplete list so whenever I go to sign in it gives me a few errors before I remember what went wrong.
Advantage: I can look back through the IE history to see which homestar cartoons I haven't watched in the past few days.
Disadvantage: When cleared, it erases all the music I've listened to over the past year from the "Current Music:" list, thereby nullifying Advantage 1. Also, one can't trick it by typing in the musical selections and hitting enter in a faux-entry to regain said musical diversity. It sucks.
So the verdict is... AutoComplete is worth it, but not when one is stupid. Good night.
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[01 Nov 2002|06:44am] |
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Tenki - Molotov |
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I don't know what Badshaw is talking about - Russian history is the bomb. And whatever happened to Italy? Haven't heard about them in a good 5 weeks.
Halloween was great. The sugar rushes of old are sorely missed, though. Far too many good costumes to recall from school. Top Ice, Bye!
Every morning I envision my day as a sandwich, with two big fluffy pieces of sleep for the bread (sometimes the top slice is a little mis-cut), a healthy slop of meat for school (or work on weekends) and the lettuce, tomato and bacon of my social/extracurricular life topping it off.
Mmm, sandwiches.
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[29 Oct 2002|05:46pm] |
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The Beta Band - Dr. Baker |
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Ever wonder why they gouge? They don't have to - all they have to do is gently prod at your excess tartar and make a few helpful suggestions about flossing. But they do things to you which make you want to do the most unspeakably cruel things to their pets and loved ones. Then you rinse and they make it all better... how again? Oh yeah, by telling you that instead of having all your wisdom teeth out at once, they "should probably be done one by one, you know, just in case". Just in case what? My other ones look over and see the agony their fallen comrade underwent in his untimely departure and run for their lives?
Oh well, it's only twice a year. And Dr. P. is a nice enough fellow. And boy can he sing.
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Spoon - Guestlist/The Execution |
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Pressure cooker on grass. Mischa and I got some soccer clips and interviewed Coach Numar "Nomar" Lopez for Sports Report. Thanks to Mike for assisting with technical dilemmas - we have yet to master the camera machine. The coach was very well worded and I got some great close-ups of Dan "The Beard" Haley doing what he does best. Mischa and I also saw a dog named "Dogger" and decided to name our cat "Cactopus" if we ever get one. The day that Mischa has a nervous breakdown and stops being able to distinguish his imagination from reality will henceforth be known as The Good Day.
My dad's apparent confusion has led him to purchasing two ads in the program for the school play. Fiske's is beginning a long over-saturation campaign, doncha know?
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The Beta Band - Needles in my Eyes |
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If there was a designated center of the universe, it would probably be Coffee Haven. In other news, Emma Lavelle's sexual orientation should be the main topic of the next Pantha Traxxx. Special guest: Haley's posture coach.
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Beulah - Waiting for the Sunset |
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Almost all the blonde is gone now. It's sad really. That tingly burning feeling I felt while Wex gooped up my head is all but a distant memory. Lunchtime doubly so. Sorry, that was uncalled for.
Johanna has been doing better in school from what she says. Of course she would never say what's actually going on, she's much too reserved to be frank. But from what I can tell, she's still feeling somewhat alienated socially. I'll refer her to Mr. Tips for drama indoctrination, and maybe I can bring her along to a movie tonight. We'll work on it.
Homecoming was last night. The temporary ID had to be used instead of the real one due to an accident in the printing of the ID's. My picture on Chris Love's ID, come on people! Get your acts together! Communications is the most useful class in the world for a number of reasons. Kwiz is the nicest guy in the world for a number of reasons. And Kaplan's dubious frown is a thing to behold.
Mischa, as we already know, is a national treasure.
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Beck - Side of the Road |
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I'm in the middle of unpacking from our college reconnaissance, but I thought I would take a few minutes to recount some important lessons I discovered/rediscovered in New York:
1. Upstate New York reminds me much of New Hampshire, in scenery and local color.
2. Douglas Adams truly is a master.
3. Johanna (who has recently been demoted from "pseudo-sister" to "quasi-sister") is too thin, quiet and German. This situation shall be rectified by outside influences.
4. Hamilton College is a bit too scattered for my liking.
5. Colgate University is picturesque, but a little too athletically-oriented for my liking.
6. IHOP is God.
7. Managers at Pier 1, for the most part, are jerks.
8. I really really want that digital camera about now.
9. Hockey really is the coolest game on Earth. Or on Frogstar B for that matter.
That pretty much sums up the trip. The colleges weren't particularly impressive, except Colgate's stunning architecture and proliferation of flip-flops.
I'm feeling quite Arthur Dent-ian, so I think I'll just go mad for a bit then.
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Sunset Valley - Skylab Love Scene |
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This is why I need a digital camera to have with me at all times.
Drew and Tyler come stumbling down from Heger's house at 10:15 tonight, blitzed off their asses, and proceed to strip down to their undershirts and box. Tyler unleashed the Irish rage, and Drew was hopelessly at a size disadvantage. From my vantage point leaning on Jim's car next to The Beach, there were a couple of great images of the two guys facing off silhouetted by a parking light.
Watching is pretty fun. Wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of a Tyler hay-maker, no siree.
Hot and Spicy V8 should be avoided like the plague, people. Don't make the same mistake I did. Same goes for Martin Gray's driving. Quite unsavory from the looks of it.
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[01 Oct 2002|07:22pm] |
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The Flaming Lips - Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robot Pt. 1 |
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But not in a bad way, I swear. I'm in the same place in Euro as I was in Trig last exactly one year ago, and it's not good. I don't know how not good it is yet, but I'll have to have a talk with Mr. Badshaw about it. I'd like to make a strong impression to potential colleges that I'm actually good at my intended major.
Speaking of colleges, did I explain how much I liked Bowdoin? And not just because of the guys, either, it was the whole feeling I got (except the parking violations). I felt comfortable in the dorms, pleased with the living arrangements, confident in the classes I sat in on. Now I just need to make sure that it's no. 1. That's where the whole uncertainty thing comes in. But let's not get in to that tonight.
Speaking of uncertainty, I may have a sister on the way. Not in the way you think, no, my mother's isn't pregnant. My mom's high-school-foreign-exchange-friend from Germany (Eva) sent her daughter (Johanna) to the States for the year, but she is very unhappy with her current host family, and has been pleading for a transfer. My grandmother was very sympathetic, and offered her hospitality, but she has enough to do taking care of my grandfather and the family up there in NH. So Mom stepped in and offered our house. Now it looks like the only thing standing in her way from coming to live with us is our family/house being approved by the foreign-exchange agency.
It's a very real possibility that within a week we could have a teenage girl from Germany living in our house, quite possibly for a year. I would have a veritable sister.
The thought intrigues me, and I hope the butterflies in my stomach are only passing...
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The Dismemberment Plan - Pay for the Piano |
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I have to catch up on some more homework. I'm glad I read all that Euro in Maine, but I should have been doing Physics. I still have a few impossible problem sets to fake before Monday, and work this afternoon. It's Yu-Gi-Oh trading day - where the parking lot is sectioned off and little kids run around crying about their imaginary monsters.
After setting up the football shoot yesterday and making Mr. Hill frown excessively by leaving early (as usual), Mike, Mischa and I went to Providence for the second JV show. We did the merch thing, made up a song about friction, and Mike found an audio cord embedded in a very dirty couch. Unfortunately we had to leave right before the D-Plan went on, to be home before midnight (which, thanks to the Jetta and Mike's driving, we were). Mandy picked up the merch slack, though - thanks Mandy!
I wish I could go to the Durables show tonight - too much work to catch up on though. Oh well, I'll get the cd from Howes or Neely. And college was worth it, too.
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[27 Sep 2002|07:55am] |
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Mmmm, college. I've been up here at Bowdoin for the past day, and let me just tell you - I've never felt better. OK, that is incorrect, my back hurts from sleeping on the couch, and I have somewhat of a headache/hangover, but it's still great.
Yesterday I made the drive in less than 3 hours, but was immediately backed into in downtown Brunswick by a dumb little guy in a big black truck. He seemed less than sincerely concerned, like he had gotten in altogether too many accidents. I can see why, with that giant impervious tank of a car he's hauling around. The good news is that he only caused a scratch about the size of a piece of toast on my door, with no other damage. So at least it's only cosmetic.
Things got better at the interview - I thought that it went over really well. The senior kid sitting in was a hockey player from Quebec, so what more could you want? I killed some time, got some parking violations and was good to go and meet my student host.
Eric (or Bizno as his friends call him for some reason I can't remember...) is a superbly nice guy. On par with JV. His roommates, Eli and Nick, are basketball players and very jovial in their own right. We had dinner, dropped into the pub, met everyone on the floor of the building and had a blast. Drew from down the hall enlightened us with a game of Zones, which quickly led to the "pre-frosh" drinking all the close calls. It happens.
I also have to agree with Colin that they don't let ugly girls into college. Especially not seniors. Eric's sister is a senior, and I'll leave it at that because I don't want to sully his computer (which I'm using now) with those kind of thoughts. We'll leave it at "damn".
After dancing and stumbling my way around the dorm last night, saying good night to all the girls whose names I didn't remember, I crashed on the couch in Eric's room. They didn't bother to wake me, just left me a note that my bed was set up in the bedroom if I wanted. Nice guys, like I said.
So, after sitting in on a few classes today I'll be heading home in the rain. The freedom of the open road. Refreshing.
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| Skating on Broken Eggshells (?) |
[21 Sep 2002|02:18pm] |
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John Vanderslice - Time Travel is Lonely |
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I don't remember exactly how the subject line above came up, but either Wex and I said it last night. I don't think I want to remember, however, I just want to remember how mind-shatteringly amazing last night's JV concert was. He truly is the nicest guy in the world.
After taking the train in and killing time walking around MIT, Wex and I headed up to TT's for the best concert experience one could hope for. We met the bands, hob-nobbed and name-dropped, and became very lightheaded from all the cigarette smoke.
JV's set was amazing. His band is amazing. He is beyond amazing - he brings new levels of amazingness to the word "amazing".
I sound like a 14-year old girl (yeah Emma (Pearl)), sorry.
The show was incredible, what can I say? I just hope they'll be even better in Providence in a week. Although that would be incredibly difficult.
*beam*
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I promised myself I would get a good night's sleep last night, and I ended up tossing until around 1 am. Theoretically I could wake up later, but where's the fun in that? Tonight I'm definitely hitting the hay early. No late night Habbo. I'll be up until God-knows-when tomorrow night, and I have the chili contest at Celebrate Holliston the next morning. I don't know what's been keeping me up. Maybe anticipation for meeting JV tomorrow...
But anyway, come eat my chili. Seriously. It will kick your ass.
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