Thursday, May 31, 2007

What Can I Do?

"Not today (what can I do?)
Not today (to make it better?)"

Blonde Redhead - Top Ranking

Oh, I'm breaking my self-imposed rule of blogging at work but I really don't care, nor do I think that anyone else will notice. Been listening to this song on repeat in da cube, thinking of being somewhere else other than my current situation...

And okay, doesn't the guitar melody in this song sound exactly like the one in Dr. Strangeluv? I'm not hatin', I'm just sayin'
Kind of reminds me of Nas using the same sample on two tracks from two separate albums. Soul-Sides breaks it down.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Tedium

There's a work advice column at the magazine, and since nobody wrote in this week, the editor of the column asked me if I could contact my friends to see if they would be interested in seeking advice.
After getting several responses from my girlfriends and my brother, I have come to the conclusion that most people my age don't like their jobs all that much.
I shared some of the responses with the editor, and she said something to the effect of "Gee, that first job is such a let down." And it's true. It's a complete letdown. No one tells you that the feeling of wasting your potential along with your brain cells occurs often or that hard work doesn't always pay off out here in the 'real world.'
I thought the exchange below was particularly amusing. I don't know what I'd do without Gchat to keep me connected to the outside world while I labor away in my desolate island of a cubicle. Oh, and Mary is awesome :)

me: hey would you like job advice?

Mary: yes please

Sent at 12:53 PM on Wednesday

me: there's an advice column in the magazine
and the editor asked me to ask my friends if they wanted job advice
what's a problem you have been having at work?

Mary: this job makes me want to find some lemurs to claw my eyes out and play a game of ping pong

me: why do you hate it?

Mary: it's boring
tedius work
mindless
they give me lots and lots of mindless things to do
so much that i can't keep up with it, nor do i want to
i would rather sit and stare at a wall for 8 hours

me: i just laughed out loud at your response

Mary: ok here's a question

how do college graduates who don't have connections get their foot in the door if they want to have jobs in creative industries, or industries like publishing, entertainment, etc?

me: goooood question

Mary: how do you even know that this field is worth it?
should creative people sell their souls?
how do you get it back if you've already sold it
why is the sky blue
oh how cruel is the world.... sigh

Sent at 1:01 PM on Wednesday

me: that's a good question

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

On a Rooftop in Brooklyn

My old roommate invited me to a barbeque last night, on a rooftop in Park Slope. It's always great to see her, she's the type of person that just radiates. We can just chat and catch up anywhere and it's like we're sitting in our old living room, vegging out. We don't get to see each other nearly enough as I would like, it's always too long till the next time we hang out. She was one of the first friends I made in New York.

Her boyfriend is this amazingly talented musician, and he provided the musical entertainment for the night, a la his acoustic guitar. One of the numbers he played with the help of an impromptu band of back up singers (myself included after a few too many sips of white wine) was this one, by London reggae band Steel Pulse.



Against a watercolor sky, satellites took the place of stars, and our meteorites were the planes departing from JFK zooming overhead. The laid back vibe in Your House totally embodies the evening, everyone was easy, everyone was mooching smokes, drinking, laughing, enjoying the pleasure of complete strangers, who were somehow all connected by the what's his name or her name that invited them to this random party. I love get-togethers like this.

I'm so not ready to leave the city yet. Sweetness.

Monday, May 28, 2007

Nothing Better

Is there anything better than waking up at 11 ayem on a Monday morning?
I can't think of something else off the top of my head. And I had a breakfast feast of pancakes, with peanut butter and syrup on top like when I was a kid. Lovely.

"You can do what you want to, whenever you want to
You can do what you want to, there's no one to stop you"

Ballad of Big Nothing - The Thermals


Found this gem over at BrooklynVegan. Though I wouldn't count it among my favorite Elliott Smith songs, The Thermals get big ups from me for their uncharacteristically delicate treatment of this Smith classic (acoustic? what what?) They will be at McCarren pool at some point this summer, I think it will be a fun show. Either fun, or absolutely crazy in the hot hot heat, you decide.

And Spine Magazine via GvB has a new track from Lupe Fiasco. Let's see, it samples Thom Yorke's "Eraser" and... do I need to say more to convince you that it is three minutes of pure heaven?

Us Placers - Lupe, Pharell, and what's his name, to the tune of Thom Yorke's "Eraser"

Ish is off the hook, I can't get enough of it


Happy Memorial Day y'all.

Sunday, May 27, 2007

Les Amants


Oh how I love Magritte.

Projects 85 is a new-ish exhibit at the MoMA that I thoroughly enjoyed during my brief visit on Saturday. Romanian artist Dan Perjovschi basically doodled on 1.5 walls of the museum, resulting in funny cartoon figures that mask smart and clever political commentaries about war, consumerism, and other such things. It's up 'til Aug. 27th.

So this morning my mom left after her two week stay. I can't believe the great time I had. We didn't get into a single fight, not a one. And we talked, really talked, like we used to. She even listened when I vented out my frustrations about work, and although she offered her same unwavering advice about law school, seemed to understand that this is something I need to do right now. I think we're good again.

Love, your neighborhood Pathmark

I think it was a month ago, I was waiting to transfer to the C train at Jay Street on my way home from work. This dude walks up towards me, I don't think much of it until he says, "Excuse me miss, but you look like an intellectual kind of lady."

Oh wait there's more.

wait for it...

"Let me ask you, what's the last book you read?" I honestly can't remember the last book I read, so I tell him so. "Have you read (I'm forgetting the title.)" I say no. "Have you read this (Another book I haven't read)?" No.

"My name is (damn I'm bad at telling stories, forgot this too.)" And I tell him my real name. Really. He reaches out his hand, and I shake his, except he holds my hand way too long.

"Well how about we get together and read some poetry sometime?" he asks.
"I can't. Sorry." He leaves me alone.

Fast forward to today, when I'm pushing my cart into the frozen aisle at the grocery store. Not only do I see the SAME brother, but do you know he tries the SAME tired-ass line on me? Reading poetry, books, and all.

Can I please meet a brother who has his shit together, game included? Would really appreciate it. Thks.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

This I Believe

Tonight I went to this big what-to-do for "This I Believe," an NPR radio program that got its start in the 1950's and has recently been revived and back on the air for several years.

The gist: Essays written by everyday people and famous figures, expressing the thing that matters most in 500 words or less.

For Alvin Ailey Dance Company Creative Director Judith Jamison, it is "to be good we must be true to ourselves." So real. I think I needed to hear that.

Newark Mayor Cory Booker said a few words, and by a few words I mean gave a very rousing (okay, long) speech about those initial months after he first moved into Brick Towers. Booker speaks very much like all politicians do, but there is something very selfless and authentic about him, in the way he cares so much for this community that he has adopted as his own. But unlike most other politicians' schticks, I actually believe Booker. I believed the way his voice shook when he described holding a dying little boy with gunshot wounds in his chest right outside his apartment.

Any politician can live on food stamps for a week and think they really know about the 'people's struggles,' but I don't think too many will live on Martin Luther King Blvd. in a tenement building with no hot water or heat in Newark, NJ. for eight years. I am in awe. A friend from school is going to Swaziland as a PeaceCorps volunteer. I'm so proud to know her. People like this, they really have figured it out. The reason why we're here.

Leaving the auditorium, I decided to take the long way to the train. It's been awhile since I've been in Times Square at night. I must have seen twenty sailors (it's Fleet Week apparently?) on my walk to the C, and every so often people would stop them to say thank you, thanks for doing what you do for all of us.

It was nice.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Parthenogenesis

I've been staring at my computer screen since I got home, writing something for work that just does not want to be written. So I think I'll blog instead.

I took this biological anthropology class in college. In addition to learning that humans once had tails (a fact I reported back to my parents much to their horror) I also first heard about a species of lizard that was solely comprised of the female sex. Each lady lizard comes into this world with a fully fertilized egg that will be birthed later in their lifetime. The species completely did away with their male counterparts via natural selection; they didn't need sperm, so what was the point of having them around? This reminded me of those lizards.

I wonder if humans could one day naturally deselect men from the mix. What would the world be like without the need to overanalyze why he did/didn't call? Why he said 'let's make plans' only to leave things unplanned?

A little boring I bet, but also a bit more sane.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Bagels need tender loving care

As a passionate lover of bagels, I know a thing or two about a bagel's wants and needs. They don't like to be burned, they prefer a light golden brown color. They need not be smothered in cream cheese, but caressed ever so gently by a knife that spreads cheesy creamy goodness evenly.

In other words, my morning bagel, not that great.

According to the Times, we subsequently act out the story of our lives that fills our minds. Apparently, if this personal screenplay that inhabits your brain is in the third person, you are a well-adjusted happy chap who is doing just fine.
It's a great article to read, I'm just not sure it is true. These days, my day to day more than pales in comparison to the visions that I imagine my life to be.

And until I figure out this mp3 bit, here is a little ditty by the lovely Feist that I've had in my head for the last day or two

"There’s a limit to your love
Like a waterfall in slow motion
Like a map with no ocean
There’s a limit to your love."

Monday, May 21, 2007

O Tell Me the Truth About Love

This morning, having nowhere else to look on the crowded train but up, I spotted this above a sliding door:

“When it comes, will it come without warning?
Just as I’m picking my nose?
Will it knock on my door in the morning,
Or tread in the bus on my toes?
Will it come like a change in the weather?
Will its greeting be courteous or rough?
Will it alter my life altogether?
O tell me the truth about love.”

-W.H. Auden

It's one of the new Poetry in Motion poems posted in trains all around town. MTA actually has a backlog of all the past entries since PIM began in 1992 here.

Elsewhere:

If you were ever a diehard Gilmore Girls fan, did you find yourself looking for this song last week?

Idolator has a new Lauryn Hill track. I'm feeling it, but it makes me wonder what kind of crazy messed up ish Rohan did to her.

and

Based on this Salon review from the weekend, I simply can not wait for "Sicko" to come out in the States.