i remember when snow used to make me feel all excited fluttery in my stomach.
Toronto changed that. and yes talking about how I hate toronto winters is one of my favorite topics.
this actually looks pretty great:
I wonder what these do:
So Sarin is in town (she is living in New Zealand and working for a radio station these days). Our old high school drama teacher offered her tickets to the yearly school musical and she made me her plus one. They were doing Little Shop of Horrors- same one we were both in way back in grade 12. Sarin played Mushnick- the ornery, jewish-eque shop owner. Originally he was a guy, but sarin played the role as a yente. I played the piano. I'm sure its just a coincidence that I thought Little Shop of Horrors: The New Class was better in every way except for Sarin's part and the piano playing.
but woah man was it weird to walk the halls of that place. I certainly don't miss it in the least, but it sorta made me feel old in a bad way. Gone are the years of knowing anyone who still goes there- but we did sit beside my old social studies teacher. I thought about what loud mouth I was; of the time he made me walk around the outside of the school a few times to burn off some energy (not the only teacher to do that. where did it all come from?!?)... as we talked I kept feeling like I should apologize to him. But it seemed a little feeble and in the end I just couldn't do it.
oh the creepy dad with the stout cross eyed wife was there too. his kids finished high school years ago.
by Gary Shteyngart
on dressing like one:
"You want to dress down. Sometimes I see dudes in jackets. I think that's trying too hard. You want to look like you spent some money but look distressed, basically. Stuff that's a little not right. You want to match the unhappiness of our time. Everything I wear is somewhat ugly. Plaid is now in for writers. The male writer should probably shop at Odin in New York, on Lafayette, or Opening Ceremony. There's a wonderful jacket I just bought there that looks exactly like a garbage bag. You can't go wrong with that."
on prestige:
"The thing is literature doesn't have the same cache as it used to. I will say, 'Yeah, I wrote some literature, but I'm really trying to leverage that into a career in hip-hop, or blogging.'"
Dude (who is hilarious by the way) was talking about Weird Al being underrated. Now I am.
Looking back, he was probably the number 1 inspiration for for my short lived music group ‘The Metamucil Mothers’. Just like Weird Al, I changed the song lyrics into humourous little ditties- only mine were all ‘toilet’ themed. Me and a friend would sing them to a captive audience of family and friends. Haha, nope no friends. Pets maybe. I remember doing a song by Jewel and a few by The Presidents of the United States of America. OH! I totally did Peaches!
This live version is a little lame, thanks to the record label removing the album version from youtube. as if that'll encourage me to go out and buy the album in its entirety. again.
oh apparently they only did that to the big hit. oh man I loved this band. I think I might've been talking about weird al, but I've moved on
OH! Weird Al DID a cover of Lump! full circle!
Journalist: In a lot of your songs you are hard on people—in "Like a Rolling Stone" you're hard on the girl and in "Positively 4th Street" you're hard on a friend.
Do you do this because you want to change their lives, or do you want to point out to them the error of their ways?
Bob Dylan: I want to needle them.
