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Sunday, February 25, 2007

the blogging has moved.

it seems i am completely incapable of updating this since i no longer work on it, and what i do add i rarely upload, so i promise to be better about keeping up with this site (lent resolution, so to speak. instead of giving up, i’m promising to add) but! in parallel, i’m making amends:

please find the same, but steadily newer, nonsense, ramblings, and blumenthal shrine at raleighelizabeth.blogspot.com

... : )

and i’m giving up the oscars for jack and diane. i left when it was good; there was comic-musicality.

it’s nearly march!

Thursday, February 1, 2007

Rabbit rabbit rabbit

It’s the first of February! I get to see Mommy and Kay and Betty in two weeks! (Hi Ma) Lots of news at this end of the Universe, namely that I was once again in the malicious grip of the Black Death but fought it off with the tenacity of a 17th century sicilian nun (there are maybe four people in the world who would actually get that reference).

So it’s February, which means it’s time for me to start baking again. The January hiatus has always been good for my figure. sigh.

It’s also the 30th Anniversary of WBHM! Happy Birthday, Radio! On that note, for those of you left in the hamlet or closer thereto, go see Midlake, they’re playing there on the 3rd. Ooh, ooh, and also, Sparrow House is playing here tonight!

Ooh ooh ooh and also, it’s Katrina’s birthday! Happy Birthday Katrina!

Last night I was fixing pictures in my picture frames, and opening just one, I found a whole treasure trove of discoveries.

Just look:

In that pretty gilded blue picture

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

state of the dis-union

“who’s that whore in magenta.” -- emw

VIII: we’re counting the phrase “September 11.”

Monday, January 22, 2007

swings and projectors

just like heaven by the cure is on, which brings me first to my new sunday playlist. it’s five hours long (the amount of time it sufficiently takes to motivate on a sunday), so this is the first bit:

1. clap your hands - is this house on ice

2. jt - carolina in my mind

3. iron + wine - freedom hangs like heaven

4. patty griffin - long ride home

5. blue merle - burning in the sun

6. okkervil river - black sheep boy

7. nick drake - northern sky

8. voxtrot - just like heaven

9. feist - secret heart

10. ra+the cardinals - mockingbirdsing

11. midlake - head home

12. neil young - the painter

13. calexico - cruel

14. alexi murdoch - orange sky

15. paul simon - under africanskies

16. magnetic fields - long forgotten fairy tale

17. of montreal - wraith pinned to the mist and other games

18. amos lee -shout out loud

19. john hiatt - when my love crosses over

20. neko case - fox confessor brings the flood

it’s a deliciously laconic five hours.

well, this was the end to an immensely packed

Sunday, January 21, 2007

on the theory of catch and release

so, i’m slowly redoing, as you can see.

with the move, the new job, the next new job (i miss you bovis but i love arch), the t.l.s., things have just been sort of out of the webtext.

as such, pardon the service disruption and continue forward.

corndogg brought up this:

Poem:"Because You Left Me A Handful of Daffodils" by Max Garland from The Postal Confessions. © University of Massachusetts Press. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)

Because You Left Me A Handful of Daffodils

I suddenly thought of Brenda Hatfield, queen
of the 5th grade, Concord Elementary.
A very thin, shy girl, almost
as tall as Audrey Hepburn,
but blond.

She wore a dress based upon the principle
of the daffodil: puffed sleeves,
inflated bodice, profusion
of frills along the shoulder blades
and hemline.

A dress based upon the principle of girl
as flower; everything unfolding, spilling
outward and downward: ribbon, stole,
corsage, sash.

It was the only thing I was ever
Elected. A very short king.
I wore