howl

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by credit card debt and student loans, starving hysterical urban outfitted, dragging themselves through hipster 'hoods at dawn looking for a pinot...

late to the game

Yes, it's been linked everywhere, but Geoffrey Chaucer Hath A Blog is hysterically funny. A grad student, likely, given the fact it's on Friendster, and has such tidbits as "reading #%$#%^%ing secretary hand" - someone well up on her Chauceriana. But the truly priceless line, and I do wish I could take credit for this, but alas, it's me, but not by me: "And thus, take two pintes of hagen dasz dulce de leche, a ful seson of buffie the vampyre slayre, and calle me in the morninge."

you're too twisted by half

Perhaps one of the most genius song lyrics, ever? Up there with the Pixies' "You're so pretty when you're faithful to me." So much to say, no forum in which to say it. Suffice it to say my inner Polish teenage drama queen has temporarily assumed control of my life. Suggesting, yet again, it will be exit, pursued by [a bear of a past].

Call me Auerbach

Or not. Mimesis, good, my first meme, well, it had to happen eventually. Radio Oracle, I used to call it, and it was excellent for predicting the present. Thank Crazy as the source here. Ask the question, put the music player on shuffle, see what happens. And, remarkably, I didn't cheat. Most unlike me.

1. How does the world see you? :Wumpscut: Embryodead. Oh jesus. that's what I get for this particular album, mentioned one late night on KALX, bought from the bargain bin at Amoeba Records too many years ago, and showing up as a darkhorse in the bands-with-punctuation-in-their-names game.

2. Will I live a happy life? Leaving Las Vegas, Sheryl Crow. I'll take that as a no, then.

3. What do my friends really think of me? Yesterday Yes A Day, Jane Birkin. Pretentious, I think, or obscure.

4. Do people secretly lust after me? Oh! Darling, The Beatles. Bring it, world, and welcome to my tale of lust and leaving you under the guise of not doing you any harm.

5. How can I make myself happy? Yes, Anastasia, Tori Amos. Could we be any more mixed on that answer, oh iTunes oracle? "Show me the things I've been missing..."

6. What should I do with my life? Panic, The Smiths. Gee, thanks.

7. Will I ever have children? Original of the Species, U2. Commenting on that seems hazardous.

8. What is some good advice for me? Rock Steady, Sting. Hmm. What about the panic?

9. How will I be remembered? heroin, Velvet Underground. OK, iTunes, now you're out and out messing with me. Lou Reed's TWO gallery exhibits of his photographs are lame, lame, lame. But he's Lou fucking Reed.

10. What is my signature dancing song? Bad Girl, Madonna. Not terribly dance friendly, and it just makes me want to smoke.

11. What do I think my current theme song is? Patience, Pat Metheny. iTunes is talking to my friends, now, which I personally think is cheating.

12. What does everyone else think my current theme song is? Overlap, Ani Di Franco. Now things are being swapped out of sheer cussedness.

13. What song will play at my funeral? Devotion, Smog. Why not "Dress Sexy at My Funeral?" No, I have to get "There are some terrible gossips / in this town / With jaws like vices / And eyes like drains / There are some little weasels / In this town. " Everyone will be offing themselves at my funeral. Perhaps I should be flattered in advance.

14. What type of men/women do you like? Men: Gold Sounds, Pavement. Women: The Future With Hope (Sample and Hold Mix), Nobukazu Takemura. I'm feeling transparent.

15. What is my day going to be like? little one, Elliot Smith. Sheeeit. I'm staying in, tonight, before I end up stabbing myself in the heart.

filling time

That is not to say my time's not filled - this pesky teaching gig fills it to the brim and then some. No, I'm filling time before heading out for dinner with a woman who essentially is a complete stranger. We met through my cousin a few weeks ago, got along (in an un-sober kind of way) and decided it was just-add-water friendship time. After delaying (for reasons both valid and other) actually meeting up again, I ran out of time by the end of last week, and had to schedule for dinner this evening. Whereas there are a handful of people I'd much rather be seeing tonight, as they're the ones I'll miss when I leave.

In a bizarrely nostalgic mood this evening, mostly, I think, because I'm bloody exhausted - a bad sign for a Monday. I was re-reading large swathes of a blog I used to keep, of the teenage-Polish-girl-tells-all variety, although it was so suitably cryptic that parts of it had me scratching my head, puzzled, this evening. One only know what my various readers at the time thought I was saying. I miss the impulse to write those things, to record them, to share the miseries and joys both solitary and companionable. I needed an audience more, I think. Or allowed myself to over-analyze, well, myself. And it just sort of fell off, from April of last year. Two years on, one year off - the future holds?

A relocation, another move, another starting all over again. But on the track, this time. Pun intended.