| new blog...add me |
[31 Aug 2007|05:27pm] |
i started a new lj blog. so i'm going to add all of you friends and hopefully you will add my new blog back. if it doesn't work out, i'll just come back to this lj.
but i think the fresh start will be good for me. in my new blog i will be utilizing capital letters and the background will be the city skyline of portland, oregon, since that is where i hope to move one day.
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) ellyhig
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[29 Aug 2007|02:18am] |
everyone's going back to school and it feels so weird that i'm not. i miss lang already. well i've actually been missing it all summer since the day i graduated. i just feel so amazingly lucky to have been able to have studied there with such great people. i think i was one of the last to get the best of the school. i thought about this a lot when i was there last week for sekou's memorial.
for those of you who don't know, sekou sundiata passed away recently. he was my poetry mentor and senior work advisor. when i found out he died, i was truly shocked. i knew that he had health problems. when i took advanced poetry with him he was absent frequently because of that, but somehow he never seemed weak. he radiated power and strength. when he spoke he had this incredible magnetism around him that had me hanging on every word like gospel. i was always a bit intimidated in his presence. not because he had an unwelcoming spirit, he had in fact quite the opposite, but because i respected and revered him so much.
at the time of his death, i had still been awaiting a response to an email i'd sent him. i had wanted to know what he'd thought of my senior work project, his criticism and advice. now, all i know is that i think he must have liked it because i got an A.
the memorial was beautiful. mike came with me and i felt special as i always do when i get to be in the city with him. he doesn't really like the city much, so i always try to play it up and make it seem magical for him. i also just love seeing him in my school setting. it's like two of my worlds coming together to create this awesome contrast. the memorial took place in the tishman auditorium and it was filled with sekou's friends, family, students and admirers.
there were tons of great musicians and speakers on stage. even danny glover was there reading one of sekou's poems over piano music. ani difranco was in the audience and this wonderfully soulful singer sang her song, grey. it was one of sekou's favorites. he had my class read the lyrics as poetry in his page to stage class, and he also featured it in his last work, the 51st dream state.
following the performances there was a typical wine and cheese lang reception in wollman hall. mike and i hurried over there and started gobbling down anything vegan, which was hard to find (but by the end of the night we had the waiter with the spring rolls following us around). i ran into my dream interpretation teacher, dr. michael vannoy adams and got to introduce him to mike (pictured together above) and meet his daughter. he told me that he had hired sekou a long time ago. i told him of my potential ambitions to study dreams further and he gave me his business card.
i also got to run into my old fellow classmate amelia, a very gifted poet who was probably my favorite student poet at lang, and we discussed possibly doing a reading of our own tribute work to sekou. apparently she knows people who are interested in the idea, and i'd totally be down.
i'm incredibly grateful that i got to study with sekou. he has inspired me to write my best work and continues to inspire me daily. when i said that i was one of the last to get the best of the school, i didn't just mean sekou either. i was privileged to study autobiographical race writing with jane lazarre, who wasn't able to attend the memorial, but wrote a loving remembrance of sekou that was read aloud. she retired shortly after i had her as a professor. i attended her farewell and i remember sekou reading at it. i also got to study under the poet/musician/mother jane lecroy, who performs tirelessly with her band, transmitting. she only taught the one semester at lang that i had her.
i'm sure that there are other great teachers at lang, but due to my affection for these teachers i've named, i can't help but think that i really got the best the school had and ever will have to offer.
that is of course with the exception of those who learned how to classify mushrooms with john cage.
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| dreams |
[20 Aug 2007|11:29am] |
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twice i've had the experience lying next to mike where we've felt that in sleep we were exchanging terrifying dreams. the first time it was like we were having the same dream, we woke up at the same time in cold sweats, but last night, it seemed different, it felt like we fell into this layer of deep-seated fears and then fed off each others' emotions with eyes closed.
it was a five minute dream. i turned my alarm clock off at 3:10 and woke up with my stomach turning at 3:15, but it seemed that i had been gone for at least a half an hour. my dream began with my turning the alarm off.
dream time is fascinating. for me, a single image in a dream communicates that a certain event has passed, and that the amount of time it takes for that even to pass actually transpires. dreams are incredibly symbolic. i'm trying to analyze my nightmare from the freudian/jungian perspective like i was taught in my dream interpretation class, but it's proving difficult.
i had another odd experience regarding dreams that came to pass this past weekend. i woke up in the hotel where i had been staying for a wedding, and my dream as usual was baffling. i can no longer remember it. what i do remember is that i immediately began trying to analyze it like my dream interpretation class taught. i gave up and had to go to the bathroom. i wanted something to read in there, but the only thing around was the hotel bible. so i took it with me and opened up to any page and the page i happened to open up to was the dream of king nebuchadnezzar in the book of daniel. studying the imagery and mythology of this dream was one of my dream interpretation class's very first lessons.
the point of all that is simply that i wonder what ties these experiences together. i want to know the mythology of my own dreams. that's what it's all about, really. we see ourselves as mythological heroes in our own eyes. our daily experiences to us feel like events that should be recorded, re-lived, not forgotten. our dreams are a device we've created to immortalize ourselves. they're poetry.
i have been thinking about sekou a lot. i still can't believe he passed away right after graduation. i was thinking about his upcoming memorial celebration as i flipped through one of my old poetry notebooks from a class i had with him, and i saw a quote i wrote down of his. it said, 'poetry is the most condensed form of language.' i think of this now, because even this flash of a page, flipped open at random the same way i flipped the bible, ties in. dreams are like poetry, because they are condensed flashes of life lived, then recorded. instead of being recorded on the page, they are being recorded on the mind. they're condensed images symbolizing individualized experiences with the world.
sometimes i dread waking up.
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| quick one |
[15 Aug 2007|12:12pm] |
i didn't get to see joan jett at the balloon festival after all. turns out, it cost like an extra 60 bucks, which i probably should've expected. house-sitting was the same as last time. same shit, puke and piss everywhere. this time we needed a special neighborhood pass to get to the house. all the roads were blocked by police. i went to the farmer's market and i tried to come back the first night and they almost weren't going to let me through since i didn't have the pass. 'that must make everyone around here feel pretty fuckin' special,' remarked mike, looking at the military barricades.
what was cool was that we got to take in a spectacular fireworks show each night. the festival was literally right across the street from laura's house. i always say that i hate fireworks, but this was really professional and i had the perfect view.
last night, i was feeling really creative. i felt miserable the rest of the day, very hormonal. band practice was a drag in my mind. we've been working on these cover songs to play at emily's sweet 16. they weren't sounding so hot. but then after band practice, i brought my keyboard to mike's and we worked on my parts and i started to feel much better about everything. especially the singing part. i've never fancied myself a singer, so i get a bit nervous when i have to sing at practice and i usually fuck up because of that. now that i've practiced alone with mike, i feel a little more confident, but who knows if it will last until tonight's practice. singing seems like one of those things that i can only do when no one's watching right now, and that needs to change.
i also wrote a small poem yesterday, the first in awhile, and i recorded myself playing both the piano and flute parts to a schumann duet simultaneously. so i'd say it was a good day.
today, i bought mike a pair of sneakers. i feel really good about this purchase because the guy has holes the size of silver dollars in the soles of his shoes. plus the adhesive has worn off in the heels, so they have that flappy mouth effect. well, i came across this website for sweatshop free, union made sneaks and they had all these nice shoes on clearance all in mike's size, so i couldn't resist. it makes me happy knowing that he will have nice footwear, it really does.
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| housesitting |
[09 Aug 2007|01:29pm] |
i'm about to head out to mastic with mike for house/dog sitting again. i'll be there until sunday, except on saturday i have to leave during the day for a bridal shower in brooklyn. therefore, please forward all inquiries to my personal assistant for the time being. kidding.
all i ask for in the next few days is:
please don't poop in the house again.
please don't vomit in the house again.
please don't pee on the bed when i am in it again.
is this too much to ask, toby and hershey?
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[05 Aug 2007|01:11pm] |
i'm taking a break from making seitan right now. i started trying to make it and then realized that i have neither flour nor nutritional yeast. both key ingredients. so in a few minutes i'll probably head over to sherry's to buy what i need. later on, i'd like to make a jerk seitan dish and/or stuffed mushrooms.
i was in costco yesterday and i got an enormous container of baby bella mushrooms. i was shopping with my mom and i was playing the little nutritionist. my mom was diagnosed with high blood pressure recently, so i've been trying to drill a few tenets into her head. no fast food...yes, the salads at mcdonalds are just as bad as the burgers. no dairy! not even in coffee or yogurt.
i followed her around, commenting on every item and the only unsatisfactory purchase was talapia loins. i don't approve of fish consumption, but healthwise it's at least a whole lot better than the bbq chicken she wanted.
she's still rather wary of the term vegan and anything related, but i think she's coming around a little. her diagnosis is definitely getting her to re-think her diet and i think that's at least a good thing that's come of it.
i only wish my dad would do the same thing. he found out recently that he has diabetes, but he still love his bacon and grand marniers. a vegan diet does a lot to reverse diabetes and is usually an overlooked cure most unfortunately. doctors would prefer to put a patient on five prescriptions than to advise them to change their diet and lifestyle-usually the cause of the ailment in the first place.
i don't mean to proseltyze veganism, but i do have a tendency to get really excited about things i'm interested in and talk about them a lot. i've gotten on lots of kicks in the past that friends couldn't get me to shut up about. there was esperanto, that i believed was meant to be the real expedient to world peace. then there was my communist phase in high school. i laughably thought, hey, lenin wasn't so bad, just tragically misunderstood. i'm only just starting to get over my ayn rand worship, but for the longest time i could see no flaws in the gospel that is the fountainhead and atlas shrugged.
i think to cure my love of vegan chatter, i may start to write a column on veganism with mike. it's tentative right now, but if it happens it will be a great place to concentrate my thoughts and energy. more on that when i know more on that.
i really do need to start writing more though. and now it's really time to go food shopping.
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[05 Jul 2007|04:55pm] |
last weekend was the most fun weekend of this summer so far. i've really been loosening up on my so-called "diet" (that hasn't been doing that much for me, although i should get back on the treadmill). therefore i allowed myself to drink liberally from the keg at dustin's graduation party. by nightfall i found myself in a heated debate about, i think, the fda? bear in mind i was debating with a pre-med student that just graduated from harvard and i was probably referencing my rainforest online class, so you can probably get the idea how this argument went.
to give you a further idea, i was told that at one point i was passionately defending roseanne. great show by the way.
on sunday, mike and i had the finals of the guitar hero tournament at looney tunes. we'd been practicing all week. the song was "misirlou" by dick dale. that song is a killer on the forearms as it's constant fast strumming, but we really felt we had a semblance of a chance.
turns out, we lost tremendously to an eight-year-old who i swear had no tear ducts. he beat our high scores about halfway through the song with this eerily serene grin on his face that never changed. and his eyes it seemed, never blinked.
we couldn't waste time crying about this tragic loss however because we had a real show to play that evening at mr. beery's. we got there and the touring bands from boston we were playing with had already arrived. the bands were lock and key and movers and shakers.
at first, the spies and i were having a rough time about this show. all of our friends who had drunkenly told us the previous night that they couldn't wait to come and see us had not shown up. go figure. being fans and admirers of lock and key and movers and shakers, we felt we were in something of an embarssing situation, being that only a handful of people came.
it turns out that this show was one of the best shows that we've played, that unfortunately not many got to see. movers and shakers were great. i particularly thought the drummer was incredible. then lock and key played and we loved them. it's such a shame they're breaking up. the best part was that their performance seemed to really inspire us and when we played we had so much energy and the mix was just right.
afterwards, we became friends with the other bands and they even invited us back to boston to hang out or play a show sometime. they actually really liked us and being that we looked up to them, their kind words really meant a lot to us and boosted our confidence. on the drive home from the show we were all really happy and talking fast. we were practically giddy. it was a nice feeling and hopefully it can happen again if we're lucky to get on more shows with great bands.
this week has been going kind of slow otherwise. i've been cooking and baking a lot. mike and i had these great sandwiches the other day that consisted of seitan, portobello mushrooms, and a spread of pesto and tofutti cream cheese. last night i made chocolate chip peanut butter banana bread to cheer myself up as july 4th is always a horribly depressing day for me. i've hated the 4th of july my whole life. the obtrusive fireworks. the garish displays of nationalistic pride. the belligerence. it really all makes me want to hide in my bedroom as i've done almost every year of my childhood.
i also had a new student this week. a 4 1/2 year old girl named heidi. she showed up in tears, but by the end of the lesson she seemed happy. she left with her arms covered in curious george stickers. i hope it works out, but it's always hard to say when they're that young.
also, i'm on book 3 of harry potter. i don't know if i've already mentioned, but i plan on finishing re-reading books 1 through 6 before book 7 comes out on july 21st. i'm really running out of time so i should probably get back to my book right now.
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[28 Jun 2007|06:46pm] |
it was any party
on any humid night
as usual I smelled
like bug spray
chlorine and onions
grass and beer
a young man who knew
asked me if I knew
and I said nothing
though I thought of it all
the many things
I think I know
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| i am an angry girl |
[20 Jun 2007|09:19pm] |
i have been learning so much about buddhism this past year, yet as much as i try to be zen about things, i feel like i just can't control my rage at times. i'm not proud of the moments when my rage spills forth. these are the times when unwise and ill-intended words tumble out of my mouth, when my voice reaches an ear-splitting pitch, and when i know that the anger is causing stress to my body because i can feel it working its viral way through every nerve.
it's been a stressful week and a half and it seems to be getting worse and worse by the second. it all began last thursday before our show. chrisarena couldn't get his mom's truck for some reason, so we needed another car to transport us and our equipment or we'd have to cancel the gig. i begged my father to let me borrow his pathfinder, and he was incredibly reluctant to allow me to take it. i promised nothing would happen to it. so of course we got into a car accident. i wasn't even in the car. chrisarena was driving it because my dad didn't trust me to drive it (even though i drove a fucking ice cream truck for a whole summer...i guess a man can do it better).
the pathfinder hit this small car driven by a japanese guy who couldn't have been older than 25. he didn't speak good english which seemed to work to our advantage. he did know enough to call the police, but then with genuine tears in my eyes i convinced him not to file the accident report. there was hardly any damage to either vehicle, except for a cracked windshield caused by my keyboard flying forward and hitting it.
things with that worked out for the most part. my dad took it better than i thought he would (i kept thinking that he was going to have a real stroke or something) and he had windshield coverage so it's being fixed and we don't have to pay anything. however there is a slight crack in the front bumper and the license plate fell off so i have to try to fix that as best as i can before he sees the car this weekend. he hasn't seen it yet because he's been driving my sister's car and he lives in northport.
then yesterday i found out that a friend from high school committed suicide. i was never really close with him, we were more like acquaintances, but he was someone i always saw around town and was friendly with. he even tried to kiss me once. i didn't want to be kissed, but nevertheless, i was still flattered. his passing is affecting my friends much more than me though, and i think i feel the repercussions more strongly through them. for instance he was the drummer of mike, dustin and chris's first band, popular outcast, so this news obviously did not bode well with them. now it feels like this week is covered in gloom no matter what. it didn't help that i got into an argument with everyone at band practice today. it was awful and all i can really say about it is that sometimes it's tough being in a band with your best friends and even tougher with your boyfriend. the timing couldn't have been worse, though.
i'm guessing the wake is going to be tomorrow.
all this is probably part of why i gave someone the finger today. i usually condone "the finger" as vulgar and uncouth, but i did it today because this fat, middle-aged, self-righteous man in an suv honked at me for no reason whatsoever. i was crossing the street and he hadn't even turned the corner onto that street yet when he decided to honk at me and stare me down. so i gave him the finger and refrained from screaming 'fuck you!' because i thought some of my piano students could have been nearby (i was walking into the piano studio).
and that's the story of my sometimes unstoppable rage.
i keep wondering how personal it is appropriate to get on a blog. part of me wants to bare all with nothing to hide and the other part thinks it is sexier or something to remain as mysterious as possible even if there is nothing at all mysterious about me.
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| show! show! show! |
[12 Jun 2007|07:20pm] |
i made this flyer for our show at galapagos in williamsburg on thursday. i drew the swan out of a picture book i have called the eleventh hour. i drew the lotus flower from the green melody takeout menu.
i'm very excited for this show. camera-head shark is this really cool indie-pop band from around here, patchogue, i think. i've been listening to their tunes on myspace and they're stuck in my head now.
tj is going to be great too. he's a poet from lang and we've been in almost every poetry class together for the past four years. he tells me he's bringing some jazz musicians with him, which should be pretty sweet.
after the show, we're getting some soy shakes from foodswings and then partying at deanna's. anyone is welcome to join us!
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[12 Jun 2007|12:05pm] |
if you've ever heard of writer's block, i have a similar dilemma, except i can't identify the name of my malady. what happens is that i feel the most creative at night right before i fall asleep. but i'm too tired to ever do anything about it. i'm too tired to lift a pen at that point. whole sentences will appear in my vision. words i could never imagine during the daytime. i hear new poetry. i string the words together. i outline journal entries that become phantoms. i get ideas for novels and characters that could comprise novels. and then i drift off, only to wake in the morning empty-handed and feeling robbed. i'm not sure what to do about this.
today i've got band practice going on and then i'm teaching a lesson to anthony henkle, a little monster of a child who stands on the bench and bangs his feet on the pedals until i have to threaten to call his mother. ok, i don't think any child is really a monster, i hate to say that, but he just gets really frustrating and i think his lesson is an hour long today, which is torture. i'm absolutely dreading it.
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| special |
[06 Jun 2007|10:04am] |
if you get a chance, watch this movie, special. michael rappaport is the main character who takes pills as part of a study and has an adverse reaction. he believes he has super powers. it's really awesome and sad and uplifting. one of those movies. i don't think it came out yet though. mike downloaded it somehow.
i feel like i've been seeing so many good movies lately. i saw knocked up last week and that was of course, hilarious. i wouldn't expect anything less of judd apatow. i'm looking forward to his other new movie coming out too, super bad with michael cera. and i saw the trailer for a movie called fanboys that looks great. it's about crazy star wars fans.
most of all this summer, i am of course looking forward to all things harry potter related. obviously, i'm looking forward to book 7 more than the movie, but the movie should still be good. i know there's a crazy fight between dumbledore and voldemort at the end of book 5 that i'm looking forward to seeing on the big screen. it's probably not going to look as good as in my head, but nonetheless. in a few weeks i'm going to re-read all the books so they're all fresh in my mind by july 21st.
i'm going to stop talking about harry potter now though, because i could go on for awhile and i know that most people don't want to read about that. it's kind of sad how i feel completely starved for good harry potter conversation. the only person i know who's really into the books is chrisarena's brother sean, who's in philadelphia. mike hates, hates, hates hearing me talk about it, but of course i bring it up again and again always secretly hoping that he'll suddenly think something sounds really cool and he'll want to read the books. proooobably not going to happen. but i wish i had a friend who i could debate severus snape and speculate about horcruxes with. poor me.
oh, i almost forgot to mention something very funny i witnessed yesterday: fans at a fallout boy concert. i had to go to jones beach to promote the zune. they called me up last minute to work, so i made a sweet paycheck standing around handing out stickers. we had to stand by the zune fj cruiser, which is this truck decked out with huge speakers in the back, a tv screen, and an x-box. we basically tried to blast music as un-fallout boy as possible, like neutral milk hotel and my morning jacket.
but this concert was like the modern equivalent to new kids on the block. lots of kids with matching, homemade fallout boy tee shirts dragging their parents along. and every once in awhile people would scream and i'd be all like shit, what's going on, and it would be the singer of fallout boy walking around and girls running in droves. i'm not kidding. now, i met the singer of fallout boy a while back in chicago before they were famous. this guy was just an average looking white boy in a shitty band. how does this happen? i can only fathom.
my favorite part of the day was when a dad came up to us and wanted to know my morning jacket's name. he was like, 'what is this? this is my kind of music! and his teenage daughter looked on, embarassed. that's a cool dad if you ask me!
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| things i like right now |
[01 Jun 2007|04:20pm] |
winged migration. i watched this in hd yesterday. it's a documentary about birds. just watching the discovery hd theater channel in general is incredible.
metal by numbers. brian posehn being hilarious and making fun of nu metal.
i guess i only like two things a lot right now. i thought i had enough to make a good list, but no, it looks like that's it.
oh and if anyone's around dp tomorrow, we're going to be playing a backyard show with a keg. call me if you're interested.
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| vegan dinner/vegan potluck |
[30 May 2007|10:37am] |
here is the ultimate fat kid shot:
last week was a fun, memorable week. on wednesday, my friends and i went to new york magazine's secret kitchen party in chinatown. it was an eight course gourmet meal cooked by the vegan queen, isa chandra moskowitz, accompanied by the musical stylings of man man. the food was a little skimpy, albeit delicious, and the band was awesome, kind of like a tribal, brass infused modest mouse (they also just toured with modest mouse).
i obviously liked the cupcakes the best.
on saturday, i threw another zune promotion party (so sick of doing that) at deanna's apartment in greenpoint. it was more fun than usual though because i made it a vegan potluck. the food was delicious all around. i made chik'n fried seitan, seitan and herb stuffed mushrooms over quinoa, and mexican potato salad.
chris, mike and i had a little battle of the potato salads.
chris made italian potato salad from a sacred family recipe and mike made the german variety. we surveyed people to see whose they liked the best and strangely, we each came away from this experience believing that we won (i really won).
mike's grilled skewers were a huge hit. i ate like five of them, maybe more.
some other notable dishes were jayme gonz's classic spanish rice and beans, steve and ray's vegan chili, chris's eggplant dip, and my own rice crispy treats for dessert that i made with suzanne's ricemellow fluff.
the guitar hero competition portion of the day was also a success. this guy from vice magazine was there taking pictures for some kind of guitar hero photo spread they are doing, so i might have my face in a magazine one day. i played one round and disqualified myself since it wouldn't seem fair if i won the prize. mike won this time, but it was a close game.
i am really looking forward to competing in a guitar hero competition myself though, for real this time. looney tunes record shop in west babylon is apparently having a competition in june and i am definitely entering. that trophy has my name all over it, dammit!
i should really stop saying things like that. they say that pride goeth before a fall.
( more pictures )
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| graduated |
[29 May 2007|12:29pm] |
i think i might start writing in this blog again. i edited the layout a bit, so i'm slightly fond of it again.
but anyway, here i am all edumacated and shit.
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| beetle tyrant |
[26 Mar 2007|08:58pm] |
little beetles stalk me
camouflaged as blanket fuzz
on black nose hair legs.
morsels of my skin
fill their rotund bellies
and they tell me
it tastes like tofu
and they’d prefer
I didn’t use lotion.
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| delight |
[25 Mar 2007|02:27pm] |
the world as we know it
is just a mauve-green blur
and we are in mid-air
flying through a field
two mating, Australian flies
with sweat dripping off our wings
and lust in our saucer eyes
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| the end? |
[21 Jan 2007|03:43am] |
i made a blog on vox. that means i might not be writing in this too much anymore.
new blog
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| recording this past weekend |
[08 Jan 2007|06:32pm] |
so bothan spies finally has some recordings of the full band playing our songs. we've only been able to show people the midi versions of what we sound like up until now. everything came out really great. we're still tweaking some things in the mix, but the final versions of the three songs we did should be up on our myspace in a few days! it was a really great two days. everything went smoothly, and i don't think any of us could have imagined things going better.
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| the amazing music taste machine |
[16 Dec 2006|07:12pm] |
this is a picture of me premiering and performing my invention of the amazing music-taste machine for school. it was my final project in hearing art/seeing music class. the idea is that by eating certain foods whose tastes correlate to pitches on the keyboard, designated so by a twelve-tone taste chart i made, one is able to actually taste music! some songs are sweet, some crunchy, etc. it's true, music has a taste. the first performance was a tasting of the first medley for taste organ. this is a medley of songs i compiled and played, designed to give the tastebuds a sampling of music through historic time periods. pictured with me is one of my professors, simonetta moro, acting as the taster for this performance. i was very pleased with how everything went.
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| southern cooking |
[12 Dec 2006|02:39pm] |
yesterday, i got a package in the mail. three books that i never ordered from a small publishing company in portland, oregon. there was a note that said, 'thanks kirsten!' the order was meant for a kirsten collins of minnesota and somehow made its way to me. miraculously, one of the books was two vegan cookbooks in one. it was a gift from god. although i'm thinking about offering to pay for one since i love it so much and the company probably doesn't make a lot of money.
i was planning on cooking anyway to celebrate timber's day yesterday. it was the 8th anniversary of the day i brought timber home to live and be my best friend. i bought her sheba, the best cat food on the market. and then i made a home-made southern fried meal from the cookbook. it was so fucking good. mike and i ate it of course, since my family won't touch anything i make. we had fake fried chicken, which was really fried seitan, my mother's string beans, which are like fried string beans in whole wheat breadcrumbs using soy parmesan instead of the regular parmesan, "buttermilk" biscuits, which were perfectly crispy and thick, mashed potatoes with scallions, and mushroom gravy covering everything! i can't wait to go home and eat leftovers, it's all i'm going to be thinking about today.
on another note, today is officially dana marie collins day in the town of babylon. it was christened so when i earned my girl scout gold award. happy me day!
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| my teacher is an alien |
[26 Nov 2006|10:38pm] |
on tuesday i'm going to hear bruce coville, author of, my teacher is an alien, talk about writing for children at school. i loved this book! i'm going to see if i can dig my old copy out of my dusty library in the basement and get him to autograph it!
on a more somber note, i was in the hospital all evening yesterday and then went back again today. my brother, stephen, passed out in a restaurant and fell hard on his face seriously injuring himself. he broke his jaw in two places and some bones on his face. his teeth are also all chipped in the front, which is such a shame since he wore braces for six years and had the nicest teeth in my entire family! i bought a batman comic book for him since he's going to be sitting around until his operation scheduled for tomorrow night. he seems out of it and in a lot of pain. he's going to have to have his mouth wired shut for about six weeks and he'll have to be on a liquid diet! poor stephen. i hope he feels better soon, and i also hope that they figure out what caused him to fall.
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