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RaveTen 13
Hang on to your hats, all.
It's the RaveTen, fully refurbished...
Books: The only thing on this God's green earth that's funnier than reading David Sedaris' essays is hearing him read them for you. In that light, I suppose that this is the first time I've ever recommended the book-on-tape version over the analog printed thingy, but honestly, when it's Me Talk Pretty One Day we're talking about, you can't go wrong either way. I imagine that the majority of y'all are already Sedaris converts, and need no convincing. If not...just trust me on this. Trust me. Read. Now.
Movies: I can't imagine how it is that I went as long as I did without even once seeing The Big Lebowski. I am deeply ashamed that I waited. I want to be The Coen Brothers when I grow up. (That is, if I can't be the Dude.) And remember: Nobody fucks with the Jesus.
Music: So anyway, I was poking aroundiCrack the iTunes Music Store, and...well, I'm not exactly sure how I stumbled upon Sarah Slean, or upon her 2001 self-titled debut, or even why I glommed onto it as tightly as I did. All I know is that I responded to it in much the same way I responded to Tori Amos for the first time, and for many of the same reasons; let's just say that there are a few family resemblances to go on. "The Sweet Ones" currently holds the title of My Favorite Song Ever du Jour.
TV: I don't have cable. I especially don't have the digital tier. Which means that I am deeply, deeply missing the Independent Film Channel. Pardon me while I cry the tears of the unwealthy. (I mean, the played The Spanish Prisoner, for Hannah's sake...)
Web Sites: I first became aware of the Human Clock through the exceptional link-wrangling of the esteemed![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lonita, and it's found its way onto my browser toolbar. Basically, it's nothing but a collection of clever user-submitted photos that one way or another show the time of day, at least one snap for every minute of every one of the 24 hours. Totally pointless, but addictively fascinating. And if you tune in at 10:49 a.m., you just might see my right hand...
Food: Being a transplant from Illinois to upstate New York, I tend to bemoan the loss of such staples as deep-dish pizza, Jay's potato chips, Frango Mints, Chicago-style hot dogs. On the other hand, out here they have Stewart's Birch Beer. It's all good.
LiveJournals: Some may say I'm biased by namingrafaela as my LJ pick of the week. To which I say: so flippin' what? It's still a great read. Plus, she's wicked cute.
Shopping: We just finished with the LARAC Festival, a local arts-and-crafts fair with lots of tacky stuff, and plenty that's worth looking at. Last year, I got on the mailing list for a little private outfit called Just Beautiful Origami, which specializes in, well, origami, as well as Chinese calligraphy and other Asian design crafts, all at prices low enough that you'll be tempted to tip. I'm glad I'm on the list, because this year, Justina Danison, the proprietor, has a Web site. A good thing.
Places: New England is downright littered with quaint li'l postcard villages, but there's quite a range in quality, ranging from dull as dirt to comfortable and charming. In the latter category is Lenox, Massachusetts, a little hovel nestled snugly in the Berkshires. Yes, I know it's a yuppie magnet, a draw for the Manhattan croissant-and-mineral-water crowd to Get Away From It All, but I don't care. It could easily be home, which is the best compliment I can pay.
Whatever: The upstart magazine Paste is misnamed: it should truly be called "Music That Doesn't Suck." I mean, any rag that puts Patty Griffin on the bloody front cover, interviews Jonatha Brooke and Sarah Harmer, puts the review of Ron Sexsmith first, and throws in a sampler CD with Sondre Lerche and Peter Mulvey for good measure, has my eternal attention. Must...subscribe...must...
See you all next Monday, assuming the Horde doesn't make off with my head first....
It's the RaveTen, fully refurbished...
Books: The only thing on this God's green earth that's funnier than reading David Sedaris' essays is hearing him read them for you. In that light, I suppose that this is the first time I've ever recommended the book-on-tape version over the analog printed thingy, but honestly, when it's Me Talk Pretty One Day we're talking about, you can't go wrong either way. I imagine that the majority of y'all are already Sedaris converts, and need no convincing. If not...just trust me on this. Trust me. Read. Now.
Movies: I can't imagine how it is that I went as long as I did without even once seeing The Big Lebowski. I am deeply ashamed that I waited. I want to be The Coen Brothers when I grow up. (That is, if I can't be the Dude.) And remember: Nobody fucks with the Jesus.
Music: So anyway, I was poking around
TV: I don't have cable. I especially don't have the digital tier. Which means that I am deeply, deeply missing the Independent Film Channel. Pardon me while I cry the tears of the unwealthy. (I mean, the played The Spanish Prisoner, for Hannah's sake...)
Web Sites: I first became aware of the Human Clock through the exceptional link-wrangling of the esteemed
lonita, and it's found its way onto my browser toolbar. Basically, it's nothing but a collection of clever user-submitted photos that one way or another show the time of day, at least one snap for every minute of every one of the 24 hours. Totally pointless, but addictively fascinating. And if you tune in at 10:49 a.m., you just might see my right hand...Food: Being a transplant from Illinois to upstate New York, I tend to bemoan the loss of such staples as deep-dish pizza, Jay's potato chips, Frango Mints, Chicago-style hot dogs. On the other hand, out here they have Stewart's Birch Beer. It's all good.
LiveJournals: Some may say I'm biased by naming
rafaela as my LJ pick of the week. To which I say: so flippin' what? It's still a great read. Plus, she's wicked cute.Shopping: We just finished with the LARAC Festival, a local arts-and-crafts fair with lots of tacky stuff, and plenty that's worth looking at. Last year, I got on the mailing list for a little private outfit called Just Beautiful Origami, which specializes in, well, origami, as well as Chinese calligraphy and other Asian design crafts, all at prices low enough that you'll be tempted to tip. I'm glad I'm on the list, because this year, Justina Danison, the proprietor, has a Web site. A good thing.
Places: New England is downright littered with quaint li'l postcard villages, but there's quite a range in quality, ranging from dull as dirt to comfortable and charming. In the latter category is Lenox, Massachusetts, a little hovel nestled snugly in the Berkshires. Yes, I know it's a yuppie magnet, a draw for the Manhattan croissant-and-mineral-water crowd to Get Away From It All, but I don't care. It could easily be home, which is the best compliment I can pay.
Whatever: The upstart magazine Paste is misnamed: it should truly be called "Music That Doesn't Suck." I mean, any rag that puts Patty Griffin on the bloody front cover, interviews Jonatha Brooke and Sarah Harmer, puts the review of Ron Sexsmith first, and throws in a sampler CD with Sondre Lerche and Peter Mulvey for good measure, has my eternal attention. Must...subscribe...must...
See you all next Monday, assuming the Horde doesn't make off with my head first....