what a lovely shade of orange?

prison inmates in the philippines performing "thriller." i KNOW!! the have quite an oeuvre as it turns out

is it true?

Pelle Carlberg: "Clever Girls Like Clever Boys More Than Clever Boys Like Clever Girls"

seriously, i want a thumb piano.

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je ne comprend pas

i can't believe my time's almost up here in new orleans. immense relief this week, as i think i've found what i was looking for--an early 18th c. manuscript of french sacred songs, various letters and accounts. problem: everything is in old french. merde!

in other news,









apparently chinese officials are developing a compulsory dance program to combat childhood obesity and thwart young love. totally sounds like something my mother would've come up with.

odds and ends: only 2 days until HP!!!!!!!!!
also, i want to know. where can i get










a amplified thumb piano, so i too, can rattle through the streets of paris in a long conga line?

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would you like a bullet with your red beans and rice?

So I had dinner with the mafia last night. More specifically, I had dinner with a piano man named Snake and his lovely wife Leann, who is directly related to the Gambino crime family. Allegedly. Having fled Las Vegas unexpectedly, they ended up here in New Orleans where you can find Snake playing at Lafitte's Blacksmith Shop, the oldest bar in the US. Tomorrow he's teaching me the basics of jazz piano, a futile exercise given my poor improvisational skills, to be sure.

Anyhow, I'm liking New Orleans more than I thought I would. I mean, this is a city where you can order drinks to go. As in: there are drive-thru daiquiri stands and one can walk around. outside. with a cocktail. There's also no last call. best/worst idea EVAR.
A typical day:
-I roll out of bed around noon. perhaps awakened by the vegetable man singing out from his truck, "i got some watermelon, eatin' pears..."
-look out the window, see mule-drawn carriages and my neighbor walking her pet goat. yes goat.
-Head to Tulane and root around the archives for a few hours.
-Go back home and take a nap--the heat makes me sleepy, apparently.
-fend off bug bites. seriously, the bugs here can totally eat small children.
-Prepare for a night out mingling with the denizens of the French Quarter, we head out with our "go" cups filled with our poison of choice in hand.
-night after night of fabulous food and fantastic music and crazies. speaking of yummy foods, tater nachos. yes, nachos with cheese, black beans, salsa, and sour cream but with tater tots instead of chips. brilliant.

My lovely roommate Rebecca has kindly compiled a list of things for me to do while i'm here. research? what research?
-beignets at Cafe Du Monde
-haunted house tour through the French Quarter, cheesy, yes.
-drive through the lower ninth
-Barrataria preserve and hang with the alligators
-plantation tour
-Spend a couple days in Breaux Bridge, catch a zydeco brunch and tour the swamps with norbert and his moonshine (he makes moonshine!)
-pictures and updates from the convent forthcoming.

odds and ends: how much do I love this video? dancing eggs (pictures at an exhibition?), angry sandwiches, and the bugsy berkeley-esque dancing trees.

le tired

what is the most unsettling thing about this video (rufus wainwright, "rules and regulations")? a. fleet of synchronized dancing men with luxuriant mustaches, b. wainwright's unceasing gaze, c. long johns.

odds and ends: new haircut today and i look a little bit like an anime character. unfortunate.

what simultaneously sucks AND blows?

well, a number of things. given the high levels of suck (texas heat+gauche caviar=aeiq2#%^&*io)
desperate attempts to amuse myself of late:
-inspired by dr. bacon, i spend my saturday mornings imbibing bottomless mimosas at taverna--seriously, they're served in wine glasses. best. idea. ever. (well, until hangover ca. 3 pm)
-inspired by fran, i've spent the past few days trying to come up with multi-syllabic homophones. i.e. principle/principal, precedent/president, karat/carrot (okay, i didn't really come up with any of these)
-pizza beer yes, it's pizza AND beer at the same time. methinks, misguided?
-caption this yourself:


odds and ends: saw menomena on tuesday. to borrow from "dial m", it was totally cop show! check out this video: http://www.subterraneanblog.com/2007/03/09/video-premiere-menomena-wet-rusted/

this piece is in the key of sum 3

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my apologies for the lack of recent posts--so 2 for today! i'm back in austin where the heat is such that even the squirrels are sluggish. seriously, i actually saw one walking up a sidewalk this afternoon. anyhow, not much to report here, just slogging through dufay and schoenberg.

505

my trip home wasn't nearly long enough


i was whisked from the airport to the best margarita EVAR (at seasons) to fortify myself for adventures to come


we were going to fuck the shit out of bears


so we ventured forth intrepidly.


crossing dangerous waters


hopping across islands


making grand gestures (clue: david is a woman from the 1940s wearing a red dior dress, surreptitiously eying sailors)


sticks and stones did not in fact break david's bones


where are the snacks?


umm, nature and shit

other events of note:

fran found heaven


my sister weed-whacked clara. i KNOW!! right? that bitch (sister, not clara, well, technically clara. but i digress).


hello, my treacherous friends


penguins are the new mice

varia

so there was a monk, rabbi, and atheist on a plane...
sounds like the beginning of a bad joke right? only actually yesterday, i was on a plane sitting between a monk (who was quite portly and ate a large quizno sandwich quite messily) and a rabbi. apropos to nothing except i'm home for a few weeks and have no plans for two weeks! it's a beautiful thing.

odds and ends: looks like i'll be in new orleans for the summer.

making lists is like being productive, right?

a quick check-in before i go on hiatus for a bit. weekend in review:
final papers are like giving birth to an unwanted child. painful. i don't want to. i've had plenty of time to prepare, but that doesn't make it easier or better. always surprising that they turn out okay given the hostile and resentful environment from which they were created. now that i've beaten a crass metaphor to death, things i've done instead of writing said paper:
-ate a cookie.
- solved an obscene amount of sudoku puzzles.
-inadvertently poisoned myself on friday. in the war against bugs, i lose.
-spider-man 3, in a word, EMO. so full of 'drama' and so little to say. give peter parker a guitar and a razor blade and be done with it.
-it's no secret that i love scandinavian pop. here's a track from i'm from barcelona, the twee, swedish version of the polyphonic spree. relentlessly upbeat.


-okay, seriously, i'm going to finish my paper now. really.

odds and ends: i'll be back in the 505 for a few weeks. who's up for giant burritos and hiking in the foothills?