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tonight is the night. i will drive to ottawa in a couple of hours, check in the hotel, smoke a cigarette, put on my black dress, black tights, black cardigan, black coat and black boots, pick up my black purse and make my way to the ottawa school of art for my first "real" gallery exhibit opening.
one silver samara around my neck.
i'm nervous.
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[07 Jan 2010|02:47am] |
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So, here goes. My Best of the Year/Decade list. It is far too late at night to talk at length, but I'll say a little about each.
( Under the cut due to bigness. )
Anyways, that went on far longer than I assumed it would. My apologies. Anyways, it is now quarter to 3 and I am fucking exhausted, so I'm going to sleep. Happy New Year, people.
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[07 Jan 2010|01:10am] |
- J. X. Williams
- Girls with warbly or scratchy voices
- Toutes Les Nuits
- Photomicrograph exhibit at The Wistar Institute
- Laying on the floor watching my star projector
( Beccy Ridsdel )
Not ready but waiting.
( Valerie Hammond )
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[06 Jan 2010|07:50pm] |
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Yesterday, after I clocked out for lunch during the compliment session courtesy of all my managers, I poked my head back into the room and firmly stated, "You know, you're just setting all of us up for disappointment." They laughed thinking it was a joke. It wasn't and I was right.
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[06 Jan 2010|04:49pm] |
http://www.thewrap.com/ind-column/white-house-could-derail-lost-premiere-plans-12587
Long story short, the President's State of the Union is going to preempt either the premier of Lost or the premier of American Idol, and the White House staff has to choose which demographic to piss off the most.
Thank god we live in a country where such issues are our biggest concerns.
I think it should be American Idol, for no other reason than that show is probably watched by fewer registered voters...and a greater proportion of them, given the freedom to do so, would skip the speech anyway.
Does this mean that I'm implying that people who watch Lost tend to be smarter, more insightful, socially aware and with a greater understanding of the importance of current events in our country and the world as a whole than people who watch American Idol? And also have more pleasant personalities, better conversation skills and personal hygiene?
Yup.
And trust me, I'm impartial--I don't watch either.
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[06 Jan 2010|11:30am] |
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every morning is the day's micro new year;
we should wish us well, every day.
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avec le noir et le blanc du jour et de la nuit, on coupe le sommeil en petites tranches. des douleurs étranges se rangent à la source; le café devient froid, trop vite. tout s'enchaîne en une liste opaque et sans motifs: les ongles écaillés, les serpentins, les berceuses lointaines, la neige et ses cristaux de sel.
et moi j'attends sans vraiment comprendre.
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[06 Jan 2010|02:48pm] |
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[06 Jan 2010|12:20am] |
Things That Made Me Happy Today:
- Compliments from the head pharmacist/primary pharmacy manager, one of the pharmacy managers, the store manager, and a general manager.
They all (except for the pharmacy manager, who hadn't even met me at the time) bragged about me to my face when I walked past the office to go on break: "You, by the way, are doing a terrific job." "Really? I thought I was doing a terrible job." "No, I've heard nothing but amazing things about you from everyone," "Yeah, everyone loves you already." "It's nice to have someone intelligent and competent who tries." "I've never hired anyone smart enough to type up prescriptions on their first day of work." "Did you work drive-thru at McDonald's, by any chance?" ("No, I'm just a Bionic Woman.") "If you keep this up, we'll start to believe it." Awww. I've never been hit with so many compliments at once. It's much less awkward than receiving random ones. They're easier to deal with.
- Making a customer and her daughter really happy.
I was working the drive-thru and the out-window. These are the two places in a pharmacy where you pay out for services or medication. The majority of the pharmacy staff was there because the morning shift was almost over and the night shift had just begun, so there was a four hour limbo period where everyone ran into each other. Everyone was clustered behind a small "wall" where we keep filled prescriptions. They were all centered around the head pharmacist, half of them spilling over into my area.
We weren't super-busy, so I was going through the system typing up prescriptions to be verified by the pharmacists. A woman, perhaps in her late sixties to mid-seventies, approached the counter of the out-window, accompanied by her daughter or granddaughter who, by the way, was drop-dead gorgeous.
As usual, I inquired about the state of their well-being. Unusually, they actually responded and told me they were quite well. The daughter began to speak and trailed off in time for the mother to seamlessly anticipate the rest of the sentence. She was full of character but very demure and unsure of what she needed. She said, brokenly, "I was, um, well, do you have swine flu?" Her daughter and I exchanged glances, breaking out into wild grins and bright eyes the woman chuckled. The look on her face was adorable. She was about to correct herself, but I responded before she could correct herself. "No, ma'am. Personally, I feel great, but we do have the swine flu vaccine."
The daughter looked happily shocked and broke out into raucous laughter. She placed a hand on her mother's shoulders, and I laughed with them. I didn't even realize anyone else could hear me. Really, you can hear everything in the pharmacy, and all eyes have been on me lately because I'm the "person [they] should have hired in the first place." When I'm with a customer, I am all about that customer. I don't pay attention to much else. After half a beat or so, I heard everyone in the pharmacy laughing uncontrollably. This probably made me way too happy.
- Customers who see me beaming and beam right back!
Ah. I missed customer service. Is that sad? Is it pathetic that I pretty much have the personality for retail? :\ I'm not a bullshitter by any means; I actually genuinely want to help people, so I love it when people notice and appreciate me, but it makes it harder when people are wretched in spite of how sweet and adept I seem to most customers.
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PRODUCTS I NEED FROM PHILOSOPHY:
My skin is the prettiest it's ever been in my ENTIRE life, thanks to the Miracle Worker mini set that Meisha bought for me. I've only gotten two blemishes since using the Purity wash, the retinoid mini-tube, and Hope in a Jar, SPF and regular. And these blemishes have nothing to do with my skin care routine, I know exactly what caused each of them. I'd never had visible pores in my entire life since last year, and now my pores look tinier and tinier. They're unclogging, and it is amaaaaazing. I've never used a face wash or a moisturizer that instantly brightened my face before. They usually irritate my skin so much my skin stays red for half an hour.
So.
I want pretty much everything. Thank you so much, Meisha. I've never felt so good about my appearance before.
I need the luxury size of this one before it goes away! :(
You know you want to buy me somethin'. I need to go back through and put these in my favorites. Urgh. I can't wait until I can actually afford to pamper myself every once in a while. I'm emotionally spoiled, but there's a big difference between being pampered and being spoiled.
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Greybeard is jealous that I'm typing. I'm afraid he's going to wipe out the entire entry as he furiously bites and rubs my hands. I just realized you guys haven't seen Greybeard in fOrrrrr THERE HE GOES FUCK :( It's adorable but highly annoying. You know, I don't think I can remember the last time someone was so infatuated with me. Every time I go to my grandparents', he greets me by meowing gruffly, leaning back onto his hindlegs, then resting his paws on my legs while gazing up at me expectantly. If I don't immediately lean down to pick him up,
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BECAUSE I HAVE TERRIBLE CELLULITE:
Seriously, though, people who believe that TOPICAL OINTMENTS can get rid of cellulite fucking amuse the hell out of me. If these people would just stop and think for a minute about what lies between the epidermis and skeletal structure, they would realize how ridiculous it is to buy topical treatments that promise to tighten the skin. Skin tightening is more or less an illusion. The amount of subcutaneous fat beneath the skin is primarily determined by genetics, and can seem truly untreatable. It seems that way because it mostly is. That is why you'll only see those kinds of treatments on here for cellulite. Really, though, you won't be seeing anything because you stopped reading this post as soon as you saw me being a consumer whore.
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MMMMM. EVEN MORE STUFF THAT I'VE DECIDED I NEED:
Ugh, dry oil sprays are so goddamn sexy. I wish I knew how to make them.
Has anyone ever noticed that most people only wear scent so they'll get compliments? You're ruining the magic. :(
(In order of most desired: Bath oil, spray, and scrub)
(Spray and scrub)
(Spray and scrub)
(Spray and scrub))
(I need lighter perfumes so I can feel comfortably-lovely-smelling at work without being overpowering or skanky -- all of my favorites are too heavy)
...Wow, now I feel empty inside. All of these lovely things, and no money to buy them with. Triste, muy triste hoy!
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[05 Jan 2010|11:14pm] |
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when do you find time to study languages?
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[05 Jan 2010|12:14am] |
They're laying the patriarchal concepts on way too thickly in Castle. I was digging the show a lot at first, and now it's sickening. The only thing I was initially disgruntled about was the blatant rip off of the relationship dynamics found in Bones. Then it was the stereotypical treatment of side characters, and then it was the overt attempts at psychological manipulation with predictable deception. There are so many well-constructed components to the show that the indoctrination is shoddy at best. If I'm going to be manipulated into holding extremely sexist and cliched views, be more subtle about it.
Incidentally, a character on the show just said, "Am I really that predictable?"
Yes. Everything about the show has become predictable. That's so disappointing. I could and should find better things to do with my time than watch television, but I'm disappointed that other intelligent people watch this show and don't seem to notice or, even worse, don't speak out.
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[04 Jan 2010|11:58pm] |
Still reeling from the Crystal Ball debacle, Prince's first public statement of 1987 was an announcement that he was retiring from studio recording.
The statement, which was sent out by Prince's New York-based publicist Michael Pagnotta, also said that "after releasing fifteen plus albums in nine years (including his proteges), [Prince] is turning his creative talents to alternative media -- including live theater, interactive media, nightclubs and motion pictures."
The announcement was greeted with skepticism at Warner Bros., throughout the record business and even among some of Prince's associates. "Prince is a very mercurial fellow," said Eric Leeds, a saxophonist who has toured and recorded with Prince and who currently records solo albums for Prince's label, Paisley Park. "He could change his mind tomorrow. I just kind of chuckle when I hear those things. I say, 'Okay, here he goes again.'"
But this time, Prince was serious.
The newly assembled "Sign 'O' The Times" band played a one-off performance of the entirety of the Crystal Ball album on March 22, 1987 at the Minneapolis nightclub First Avenue and 7th Street Entry, where Prince had tried out new material throughout his career. At the concert, Prince announced to the audience that release of his new album, Sign 'O' The Times, had been canceled. Then he receded from view, making no new public appearances for the remainder of 1987. He insisted that he was finished with the music business for good.
At Warner Bros., there was no official comment, but executives took a low-key, somewhat amused approach to the news. Prince's "rebellion" was giving the company precisely what it had asked for -- a break from new Prince material. "People were laughing," said a source at the company.
Prince made no official statements or public appearances in 1988.
But official retirement did nothing to halt the frenetic activity at Paisley Park. Late 1987 and early 1988 were spent working on a pop album with Prince's new girlfriend Anna Garcia, whom he had renamed "Anna Fantastic." Prince wrote all of the songs and recorded the instrumental backing, with Garcia providing lead vocals.
Against Prince's wishes, Warner Bros. became aware of his involvement with the album and evinced an aggressive interest in releasing the new material -- any new material. Prince was furious. He had intended to keep the project under wraps. With work on the album nearing completion, he suddenly decided against its release. Instead, Garcia would star in a new film project he had conceived as a vehicle for himself and a number of his closest friends. From the outset, Prince declared that the film was not intended for public consumption.
Set to star were veteran soul and funk legends Mavis Staples and George Clinton, as well as a large cast of Prince's lesser-known proteges and confidants. Anna Garcia would play struggling singer "Carmen Electra," Prince's love interest in the film.
Stern orders were issued to employees of Paisley Park: Keep the movie project a secret. Under no circumstances was Warner Bros. to find out what they had all been up to.
Throughout the shoot Prince continued to insist that the film would never be screened.
 
In late 1988, Kim Basinger arrived in Minneapolis, ostensibly to secretly shoot scenes for Graffiti Bridge, as the film project had come to be known. But it wasn't long before Prince was spending an increasing amount of time with her away from the set.
Basinger's arrival happened to coincide with the commencement of a new Prince album. As Warner Bros. executives had predicted, Prince could not stay away from music forever. But more than two years after Prince's last record release, no attempt had been made to re-establish a line of communication between Paisley Park and the offices of Warner Bros. Records. Some industry insiders were beginning to worry that Prince might withhold his new music from release.
During long hours working alone together in the studio, Basinger would scandalize Prince with tales of the Batman movie set. Prince was excited by the prospect of what was sure to be a wildly successful Hollywood film, and he begged her to obtain dialogue tracks from the post-production team before its release so that he could use them in preparing sampled rhythms for his new songs. He also worked many of their running in-jokes about the Batman production into the lyrics of the new album. Ultimately, though, in early 1989, Prince sent Basinger back to Los Angeles, cutting her vocal contributions from the songs he had already completed. Notably, he retained the exclusive audio footage she had smuggled into Paisley Park. It seemed to Basinger that Prince had never truly intended to help her develop her musical talents. Feeling used, the actress departed Minneapolis with ruffled feathers.
"He knew exactly what he was doing," Basinger would say in a 1997 interview.
Prince finished the record, alone at Paisley Park, on February 3, 1989. He seemed to have lost interest in Graffiti Bridge, and the film crew was dispersed at the end of February.
And then:
June 18, 1989: Prime time. The Sunday night before the release of the hotly anticipated Batman movie, an infomercial starring Prince Rogers Nelson aired simultaneously on the three major U.S. television networks.
"Hello, America," Prince said with a wry smile as he strode calmly towards the camera. "Can you keep a secret?"
Prince's new 2-CD set, Rave Unto The Joy Fantastic, was being made available for a limited time only via his new toll-free phone line, 1-800-NEW-FUNK. For $19.99, the two discs would be mailed directly to the customer's home. No record label. No middle-man.
The commercial aired an average of six times, on each station, before Warner Bros. executives managed to intervene and have the spots pulled. In the late 1980s, commercials were distributed to affiliate stations via satellite, and directives from the parent networks were slow to filter down to the disparate regional broadcasters.
Prince's toll-free line was flooded with calls from all over America.
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disc 1 .zip file
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disc one
01. Batdance
02. Big House
03. The Voice Inside
04. Melody Cool
05. Elephants & Flowers
06. Everybody Want What They Don't Got
07. Good Judy Girlfriend
08. We Can Fuck
09. If I Had A Harem
10. Pink Cashmere
11. Strange But True
12. God Is Alive
13. Moonbeam Levels
14. Still Would Stand All Time
disc two
15. The Line
16. The Future
17. Electric Chair
18. Thieves In The Temple
19. Soul Psychodelicide
20. Joy In Repetition
21. The Question Of You
22. Dance With The Devil
23. The Grand Progression
24. Cross The Line
25. Graffiti Bridge
26. Rave Unto The Joy Fantastic
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Rave quickly became the most bootlegged release of all time.
Lawsuits flew like missiles. But Prince had already skipped the country. Fully ready to tell his side of the story, he gave several interviews to the American press via telephone from the Netherlands.
Prince never returned to America. Just as speculation surrounding his stunt reached a fever pitch, disaster struck.
Prince was riding his experimental motorcycle through the streets of Amsterdam (possibly at dangerous speeds) when he was blindsided by a military vehicle out on urban maneuvers. He was killed instantly upon impact.
Sensing opportunity, Warner Bros. rushed out the original 3-disc Crystal Ball album, and made arrangements to release Rave Unto The Joy Fantastic through official channels. Incredibly, both multi-disc albums lodged into the top-40 for the remainder of 1989. That summer, six Prince singles charted simultaneously.
In the fall, the film Prince had left unfinished, Graffiti Bridge, was discovered by Warner Bros. staffers who had been dispatched to retrieve Warner property from Paisley Park. Editing was completed in late 1989 by Warner Pictures staff, and the picture opened in a tentative number of theaters during Christmas weekend. Showings rapidly expanded as demand spread by word of mouth. While it didn't quite reach the commercial heights of Purple Rain, the film spawned a moderately successful spin-off series on the fledgling Fox television network. Jamie Foxx starred as a young, pre-Purple Rain Prince, and was supported by a rotating cast of celebrity guest stars across three full seasons.
Prince of course thought all of this was hilarious. His staged death had gone off without a hitch. In reality, he had dropped his stage persona and retired to Japan, spending his days tinkering around the periphery of the video game industry.
It is rumored that he invested by proxy and made a killing on Internet stocks in the late 1990s.
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[03 Jan 2010|11:41pm] |
The proposal was unplanned, by the way. It wasn't some huge, cheesy thing; it was perfect for us, and it was just our style. I'll give the official story later, but I'm not really an "official" sort of person. Adam said he'd been trying to think of ways to propose to me for a long time, and we're both glad I did it when and how I did. I just sat down and basically told Adam he was the only person I wanted to fuck for the rest of my life.
Apparently it's cheesy to propose on New Year's Eve, but I don't give a shit because this one was the best New Year's Eve celebration ever.
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[02 Jan 2010|12:00pm] |
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In a tree outside of an apartment building down the street from us, I saw one of the small green with red face parrots that pop up around Los Angeles a lot. I stood there staring because I like parrots and an old woman came out of the building and saw me, clearly wondering what I found so interesting.
I said to her, "You got parrots in the trees," to which she responded, "Oh." I looked back up for a few more seconds and then walked away. Now I'm wondering...could I have handled that better? Posted via LiveJournal.app.
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[01 Jan 2010|02:07pm] |
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The alcohol hit me all at once. I should never buy honey whiskey again. I was so drunk I almost drowned. In the bath tub.
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[01 Jan 2010|12:47am] |
But I think part of growing up is realizing that everyone you used to be really good friends with is out trying to find someone to fuck whenever you've already found the person you want to fuck for the rest of your life.
I went from extremely coherent to falling down on the coffee table, falling into the television, and puking all over the toilet very quickly.
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[30 Dec 2009|06:36am] |
It is 6:30AM, and I can't sleep.
Poll #1505063
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 2Why can't I sleep right now?
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