Busy, busy, busy...bzzzzzzzzzz like a bee.
Three more weeks of summer school. It's only two classes and it's all I have time for. Five days a week, at least six hours of studying a day. BUT I'll stop complaining.
I write to tell you of all the wonderful concerts (!) that are coming to town as the Fall season peaks it breezy little head around the corner.
Here's what I have down for upcoming shows that I shall be attending.
July 31st - T Bird and the Breaks @ The Mohawk
August 13th - Bowerbirds @ The Mohawk
September 24th - Frightened Rabbits @ The Mohawk - looks like I'll be missing Ra Ra Riot :(
*September 26th - (my birthday!) optional T Bird and Breaks in San Antonio
October 3-5th - ACL (avec Monsieur Bird, Mute Math, Lily Allen...)
November 4th - Rufus Wainwright
Oh! I might take a road trip soon to Cali. I NEED a vacation. I haven't been on vacation since Spring Break and even then I recall something going on...
But anyway, it's youtube tuesday, so here's your damn video. :)
Animal Collective: Summertime Clothes
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Est-ce que tu as pris un velo a l'ecole ce matin?
Oui, oui! In the midst of the ever-life consuming world that is summer school. The first session was kind to me and allowed me to have time to actually sit down and watch a movie...and now I barely have time to prepare dinner.
Went to IKEA the other day with the family to show them the greatness that is this home decor palace and I brought these lovely mirrors for my room:
Nice, eh? Three for my room so I can hopefully get back into dancing again.
*******
"Where is my master rebel prince...?"
Asks the lovely Rufus Wainwright whom I just found out is coming to AUSTIN in NOVEMBER! Isn't it wonderful? He's asked the ultimate questions in life:
"Qui m'appelle?"
"How long has this been going on?"
"Will I walk away from love knowing nothing, wearing my heart between my legs?"
Tell it like it is, Rufus, PREACH IT!
And he's also covered the lovely Judy Garland! Tres magnifique! And he's quite the looker. You can't ask for a better show to attend...needless to say, I will dish out the fifty-odd bucks to see Rufus because the last time he came to Austin I found out a month after it had happened...but of course, I had just to moved to Austin, so there was no way really I would have got to go...but just knowing....le sigh.
I have to get back to my homework. I'm borderline for both classes....yeah! At least both teachers are very nice. Mais, je ne t'aime pas, le langue francais. Je ne t'aime pas encore. Just kidding.
Now enjoy my FAVORITE Rufus performance EVER. Already, you can see his adoration for arguably the most famous Judy Garland movie. Que cute. :)
Went to IKEA the other day with the family to show them the greatness that is this home decor palace and I brought these lovely mirrors for my room:
Nice, eh? Three for my room so I can hopefully get back into dancing again.
*******
"Where is my master rebel prince...?"
Asks the lovely Rufus Wainwright whom I just found out is coming to AUSTIN in NOVEMBER! Isn't it wonderful? He's asked the ultimate questions in life:
"Qui m'appelle?"
"How long has this been going on?"
"Will I walk away from love knowing nothing, wearing my heart between my legs?"
Tell it like it is, Rufus, PREACH IT!
And he's also covered the lovely Judy Garland! Tres magnifique! And he's quite the looker. You can't ask for a better show to attend...needless to say, I will dish out the fifty-odd bucks to see Rufus because the last time he came to Austin I found out a month after it had happened...but of course, I had just to moved to Austin, so there was no way really I would have got to go...but just knowing....le sigh.
I have to get back to my homework. I'm borderline for both classes....yeah! At least both teachers are very nice. Mais, je ne t'aime pas, le langue francais. Je ne t'aime pas encore. Just kidding.
Now enjoy my FAVORITE Rufus performance EVER. Already, you can see his adoration for arguably the most famous Judy Garland movie. Que cute. :)
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Oh honey, honey.
This is my next project.
http://www.ehow.com/how_4513127_mustard-dip-dressing-like-wendys.html
It's a love affair waiting to happen. I order the crispy chicken nuggets just so I can ask for the honey mustard...
"Can I help you today, miss?"
"Yes, I need some honey mustard."
"For your chicken nuggets?"
"NUGGETS?!?!?! WHO NEEDS NUGG...::ahem:: why yes, for my nuggets. Those delicious little fritters that cost 1.19 plus tax. Just divine, don't you think?"
"With honey mustard sauce?"
"I said that."
"Oh, yes. Well, here's your receipt. It'll be out momentarily."
(moments later)
"Ma'am? Here's your order."
::she snatches bag::
"Oh, thank you."
she finds closest place to sit down and has a nice chat with Mr. Mustard. The two laugh and reminisce by candlelight and at the end of the dessert, he proposes. After tears of joy and a loss for words, she accepts. Cue soft lighting, dramatic music with a faint hint of wind, then close in on the bag to the Wendy's logo.
THE END.
http://www.ehow.com/how_4513127_mustard-dip-dressing-like-wendys.html
It's a love affair waiting to happen. I order the crispy chicken nuggets just so I can ask for the honey mustard...
"Can I help you today, miss?"
"Yes, I need some honey mustard."
"For your chicken nuggets?"
"NUGGETS?!?!?! WHO NEEDS NUGG...::ahem:: why yes, for my nuggets. Those delicious little fritters that cost 1.19 plus tax. Just divine, don't you think?"
"With honey mustard sauce?"
"I said that."
"Oh, yes. Well, here's your receipt. It'll be out momentarily."
(moments later)
"Ma'am? Here's your order."
::she snatches bag::
"Oh, thank you."
she finds closest place to sit down and has a nice chat with Mr. Mustard. The two laugh and reminisce by candlelight and at the end of the dessert, he proposes. After tears of joy and a loss for words, she accepts. Cue soft lighting, dramatic music with a faint hint of wind, then close in on the bag to the Wendy's logo.
THE END.
The Past Tubes of a Tuesday.
Horribly procrastinating.
At this point, I'm not going to get around to reading Tess of D'Urbervilles. I still have to view Jekyll and Hyde (1931?) and The Return of Dr. X and Dr. X Double Feature.
I did get to see charming Mr. Perkins in George Cukor's The Actress (1953) today. I believe Anthony is oh-too-pretty in this movie and quite young, but the scenes are just too cute with him in it...he waltzes! The studios really knew how to make him churn out that boyish charm.
Speaking of boyish charm, I've been reading Mr. Perkins' biography, Split Image by Charles Winecoff. It's very interesting, but I take alot of it with a grain of salt because everything is given on account of another person's memories and not only do some people choose to remain anonymous, but there's really no evidence to support anything that is said about the lovely actor. I am about a third of way into the book, just as he's settling to do Eugene O'Neill's Desire Under Elms with sultry Sophia Loren.
Also, I'm in the middle of watching Lawrence of Arabia. Who knew that Peter O' Toole looked young at one time? And he had the most beautiful blue eyes. I focus on his eyes more than the rest of the scene that plays out before him. The best semi-orientalist film out of the course.
YouTube Tuesday:
The scariest Jekyll to Hyde transformation. Seriously, don't watch if easily creeped out. Well, it isn't the *whole* scene, but if you can find the whole version, check it out - it's pretty good for not having CGI enhancers or the such. This is pure make up and lighting.
At this point, I'm not going to get around to reading Tess of D'Urbervilles. I still have to view Jekyll and Hyde (1931?) and The Return of Dr. X and Dr. X Double Feature.
I did get to see charming Mr. Perkins in George Cukor's The Actress (1953) today. I believe Anthony is oh-too-pretty in this movie and quite young, but the scenes are just too cute with him in it...he waltzes! The studios really knew how to make him churn out that boyish charm.
Speaking of boyish charm, I've been reading Mr. Perkins' biography, Split Image by Charles Winecoff. It's very interesting, but I take alot of it with a grain of salt because everything is given on account of another person's memories and not only do some people choose to remain anonymous, but there's really no evidence to support anything that is said about the lovely actor. I am about a third of way into the book, just as he's settling to do Eugene O'Neill's Desire Under Elms with sultry Sophia Loren.
Also, I'm in the middle of watching Lawrence of Arabia. Who knew that Peter O' Toole looked young at one time? And he had the most beautiful blue eyes. I focus on his eyes more than the rest of the scene that plays out before him. The best semi-orientalist film out of the course.
YouTube Tuesday:
The scariest Jekyll to Hyde transformation. Seriously, don't watch if easily creeped out. Well, it isn't the *whole* scene, but if you can find the whole version, check it out - it's pretty good for not having CGI enhancers or the such. This is pure make up and lighting.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Happy 4th of July!
Happy red, white and bluest day!
This is the first holiday where I feel pretty relaxed. Not completely, but it's better than past ones.
I finished watching Arrested Development for the third time after getting my brother into it and I fell in love with Ron Howard all over again. Not really in love with him. Just artistically speaking. Or the way he helped the show really push its limits while it basked in it's minor flash on television. It reinforced my belief that GOB will absolutely be one of my favorite characters ever created. Woo! Go Franklin! "It ain't easy being black, it ain't easy being white..."
I started researching graduate programs. I think I'm going to take a year off though after I graduate from UT. I mean, 17 years of straight schooling does things to a person. My fingers are itching to dig it's hands in the fertile world that is life.
Yesterday, oh yesterday, I flipped through channels taking a break from the Twilight Zone marathon currently playing its little heart out on the Sci-Fi channel and I saw on the guide that Psycho was playing! Full of excitement I flipped to AMC and what was on... but the 1998 version of Psycho.
The one with Vince Vaughn.
I wanted to cry from my disappointment.
But I had never really seen this 'remake' (if you dare to call it that), so I was like 'what the heck?' and I watched a few minutes of it. Right as the infamous shower scene was to take place.
Already, looking at the set up, I was discouraged from watching it play out, as Anne Heche in no way captures the innocence that is Janet Leigh. Plus, Ms. Heche in the shower is no way seductive, whereas Ms. Leigh was gorgeous.
Skip past the knifing and body hiding, the William H Macyness and the interrogation and I was either laughing the whole time or wincing in pain for everyone involved in the film. Even the editors.
I only watched like 20 minutes total, if that, and then I cried a mixture of tears of laughter and desperate pleas for Mr. Hitchcock. And I give a shake of my finger to all the posters on IMDB who actually approve of this film and find it superior to the 1960 version, when in fact it's a shot for shot, line for line COPY.
Sorry, if it seems I'm being cruel, but it was such a disgrace to the original - I've never laughed so hard at how bad a film could be.
Consequently, I will never EVER watch Vince Vaughn again. Mr. Vaughn with his ridiculous mannerisms and tight fitting ill-suited black shirt and jeans trying to recapture the haunting charisma that is Norman Bates. It's not even mildly attractive. Nor reasonably believable or sympathetic. Maybe I'll venture to see Mr. Vaughn in Dodgeball, but that's because I like seeing Justin Long get hit in the head with a wrench.
Ugh...
I'm DONE with this post.
Now go watch some fireworks kids and take pleasure in our freedom.
To change the channel.
This is the first holiday where I feel pretty relaxed. Not completely, but it's better than past ones.
I finished watching Arrested Development for the third time after getting my brother into it and I fell in love with Ron Howard all over again. Not really in love with him. Just artistically speaking. Or the way he helped the show really push its limits while it basked in it's minor flash on television. It reinforced my belief that GOB will absolutely be one of my favorite characters ever created. Woo! Go Franklin! "It ain't easy being black, it ain't easy being white..."
I started researching graduate programs. I think I'm going to take a year off though after I graduate from UT. I mean, 17 years of straight schooling does things to a person. My fingers are itching to dig it's hands in the fertile world that is life.
Yesterday, oh yesterday, I flipped through channels taking a break from the Twilight Zone marathon currently playing its little heart out on the Sci-Fi channel and I saw on the guide that Psycho was playing! Full of excitement I flipped to AMC and what was on... but the 1998 version of Psycho.
The one with Vince Vaughn.
I wanted to cry from my disappointment.
But I had never really seen this 'remake' (if you dare to call it that), so I was like 'what the heck?' and I watched a few minutes of it. Right as the infamous shower scene was to take place.
Already, looking at the set up, I was discouraged from watching it play out, as Anne Heche in no way captures the innocence that is Janet Leigh. Plus, Ms. Heche in the shower is no way seductive, whereas Ms. Leigh was gorgeous.
Skip past the knifing and body hiding, the William H Macyness and the interrogation and I was either laughing the whole time or wincing in pain for everyone involved in the film. Even the editors.
I only watched like 20 minutes total, if that, and then I cried a mixture of tears of laughter and desperate pleas for Mr. Hitchcock. And I give a shake of my finger to all the posters on IMDB who actually approve of this film and find it superior to the 1960 version, when in fact it's a shot for shot, line for line COPY.
Sorry, if it seems I'm being cruel, but it was such a disgrace to the original - I've never laughed so hard at how bad a film could be.
Consequently, I will never EVER watch Vince Vaughn again. Mr. Vaughn with his ridiculous mannerisms and tight fitting ill-suited black shirt and jeans trying to recapture the haunting charisma that is Norman Bates. It's not even mildly attractive. Nor reasonably believable or sympathetic. Maybe I'll venture to see Mr. Vaughn in Dodgeball, but that's because I like seeing Justin Long get hit in the head with a wrench.
Ugh...
I'm DONE with this post.
Now go watch some fireworks kids and take pleasure in our freedom.
To change the channel.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Itchy, Itchy - Nice and Twitchy.
I have waaaaay too much energy in my bones right now.
I'm all jittery. From what? I don't know. That's what makes it odd.
It can't be the coffee because I drank that around...3pm? No, no...it was more around 2 pm.
I have the strongest desire to go to New York.
Film Noir. Humprhey Bogart is an amazing gangster. The ideal gangster. And although he's all toughness and business, on my next trip to I luv video, I think I'll check out this little diddy: The Return of Dr. X. He looks just so out of his element and I can't pass up a good gothic film. ::squee!::
I have a new goal, my dearest blog - I know now what I must do. Just wish me the best of luck and magically grant me 40 thousand dollars, support, airfare and a dash of ...oh my gosh, I just realized something. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear...Hm...
Anyways, I also want new posters. I have like 20 posters and since I change tastes too often about 15 of them are just sitting under my bed.
In my Imperialism class we watched the Battle of Algiers today. It scared me. The story was very compelling, but some scenes were so graphic and the parallels that can be drawn to today's events were just so overwhelming. I couldn't watch that film again, but I recommend that everyone do so. It questions the use of terrorism/torture and how it changes a person.
I have to read. I have no applesauce. It's 1 am.
I'm all jittery. From what? I don't know. That's what makes it odd.
It can't be the coffee because I drank that around...3pm? No, no...it was more around 2 pm.
I have the strongest desire to go to New York.
Film Noir. Humprhey Bogart is an amazing gangster. The ideal gangster. And although he's all toughness and business, on my next trip to I luv video, I think I'll check out this little diddy: The Return of Dr. X. He looks just so out of his element and I can't pass up a good gothic film. ::squee!::
I have a new goal, my dearest blog - I know now what I must do. Just wish me the best of luck and magically grant me 40 thousand dollars, support, airfare and a dash of ...oh my gosh, I just realized something. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear...Hm...
Anyways, I also want new posters. I have like 20 posters and since I change tastes too often about 15 of them are just sitting under my bed.
In my Imperialism class we watched the Battle of Algiers today. It scared me. The story was very compelling, but some scenes were so graphic and the parallels that can be drawn to today's events were just so overwhelming. I couldn't watch that film again, but I recommend that everyone do so. It questions the use of terrorism/torture and how it changes a person.
I have to read. I have no applesauce. It's 1 am.
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