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Saturday, August 11, 2001
Tomorrow we're going to meet Francis in the city and take him to Serendipity. He's in New York visiting family. Good old Francis. Ain't seen him since Tour days. He's a delightful chap. His nickname: Hotty McHotson. Because it amuses me. But, sadly, will have to get up at the crack of aurora tomorrow.
A lady called about a temp job for me. Six months. Good pay. "Light admin". Sounds like something I could do. (I like the "light" part, especially.) I am calling back on Monday. Cross your toes for me. I need a job.
The only sad part about the Glenn extravaganza last night was Nina's absence. I sure hope she's not dead. I miss her.
I was thinking about the fact that I had to repeat my name so many times last night, and really whenever I meet new people. My name just doesn't make sense to people. I think from now on I should introduce myself to strangers as "Jennifer". Everyone understands the concept of "Jennifer".
"Interviewing Randy Newman" is THE best song.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:05 PM | shower me with attention
A lady called about a temp job for me. Six months. Good pay. "Light admin". Sounds like something I could do. (I like the "light" part, especially.) I am calling back on Monday. Cross your toes for me. I need a job.
The only sad part about the Glenn extravaganza last night was Nina's absence. I sure hope she's not dead. I miss her.
I was thinking about the fact that I had to repeat my name so many times last night, and really whenever I meet new people. My name just doesn't make sense to people. I think from now on I should introduce myself to strangers as "Jennifer". Everyone understands the concept of "Jennifer".
"Interviewing Randy Newman" is THE best song.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:05 PM | shower me with attention
Glenn Tilbrook with Gina last night.
Oh. My. GOD. Homina....
It was magical. It was at Maxwell's in Hoboken. I'd never been. It was strange to be in Hoboken without Goose. It was a nasty, humid, drizzy, sticky, hot evening. It was cool and dark inside. We sat against the wall with beers and listened to the first two guys. The first one was someone named David Mead who tended to screech a bit into the microphone and make the vein on my forehead pulse. The second one was a dashing fellow by name of David Poe, who goofed around with the fact that "Yellow Submarine" piped in-between the sets, and added a bit of the song "Yellow Submarine" into the ends of whatever he was playing. I was quite taken with his songs and his voice, and Gina and I actually stood up to see him when the crowd got too thick. Yes, we liked that David Poe fellow.
Then Glenn came out and two hours of magic followed. He sang the song he cowrote with Aimee, "Observatory", and some old stuff to which we could sing along, and some other new stuff from his new CD, my favourite of which was "Interviewing Randy Newman", which is a song about him interviewing Randy Newman. An excellent song. He was beautiful and charismatic and joke-y and dreeeeeeeamy and the two hours passed in a flash. He bit way into the time that was supposed to be for the next show, but since the band for the next show seemed to be in the back, dancing and singing along to everything Glenn sang, we don't think they minded.
Afterwards we bought copies of his CD and as we were leaving we saw him standing in the doorway, chatting to folks and signing stuff, so we hung around to get ours signed. That's when Mr. Poe came crashing upstairs with a huge armload of his own CDs. He marched right up to Gina and began flirting with her. He was beyond adorable, and likely high as a kite. He chirped, "Hi guys!" to us and asked if we enjoyed the show. We did. He indicated his armload of CDs, leaned in conspiratorily to Gina and said, "I'm s'posed to be selling these, but I'll give you one if you promise to listen to it eight times!" "I'll listen to it more than that!" agreed Gina. He started to give her a CD, and I suppose the meeting of the Spaz Brigade was too much for fate, for the CDs went crashing to the floor. We all picked them up, and I wanted to take one, but I thought it might be pushing my luck, so I'll just listen to Gina's. {g} He asked our names (I had to repeat mine twice) and then disappeared gaily into the crowd. Now Gina addressed Glenn in her charming and buoyant manner, and as he signed her CD she added, "My friend Tavie is really shy but she just loves you."
"I do," I said.
"Ah, well, there's no need to be shy!" said Glenn, smiling as he signed Gina's CD.
"Will you--?" I held out mine to him in as spazzy a manner as any human ever held out any object.
"Of course!"
"T-a-v-i-e."
He cocked his head towards me.
"T-a-v-i-e."
"T-a-v-i-e?"
I nodded.
To Tavie
Thanks and love
Glenn Tilbrook
I looked up and his warm, crinkling eyes were directly in front of mine, inches away.
"Thank you," I whispered.
We fled into the night, giggling like schoolgirls.
HOMINA!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:56 PM | shower me with attention
Oh. My. GOD. Homina....
It was magical. It was at Maxwell's in Hoboken. I'd never been. It was strange to be in Hoboken without Goose. It was a nasty, humid, drizzy, sticky, hot evening. It was cool and dark inside. We sat against the wall with beers and listened to the first two guys. The first one was someone named David Mead who tended to screech a bit into the microphone and make the vein on my forehead pulse. The second one was a dashing fellow by name of David Poe, who goofed around with the fact that "Yellow Submarine" piped in-between the sets, and added a bit of the song "Yellow Submarine" into the ends of whatever he was playing. I was quite taken with his songs and his voice, and Gina and I actually stood up to see him when the crowd got too thick. Yes, we liked that David Poe fellow.
Then Glenn came out and two hours of magic followed. He sang the song he cowrote with Aimee, "Observatory", and some old stuff to which we could sing along, and some other new stuff from his new CD, my favourite of which was "Interviewing Randy Newman", which is a song about him interviewing Randy Newman. An excellent song. He was beautiful and charismatic and joke-y and dreeeeeeeamy and the two hours passed in a flash. He bit way into the time that was supposed to be for the next show, but since the band for the next show seemed to be in the back, dancing and singing along to everything Glenn sang, we don't think they minded.
Afterwards we bought copies of his CD and as we were leaving we saw him standing in the doorway, chatting to folks and signing stuff, so we hung around to get ours signed. That's when Mr. Poe came crashing upstairs with a huge armload of his own CDs. He marched right up to Gina and began flirting with her. He was beyond adorable, and likely high as a kite. He chirped, "Hi guys!" to us and asked if we enjoyed the show. We did. He indicated his armload of CDs, leaned in conspiratorily to Gina and said, "I'm s'posed to be selling these, but I'll give you one if you promise to listen to it eight times!" "I'll listen to it more than that!" agreed Gina. He started to give her a CD, and I suppose the meeting of the Spaz Brigade was too much for fate, for the CDs went crashing to the floor. We all picked them up, and I wanted to take one, but I thought it might be pushing my luck, so I'll just listen to Gina's. {g} He asked our names (I had to repeat mine twice) and then disappeared gaily into the crowd. Now Gina addressed Glenn in her charming and buoyant manner, and as he signed her CD she added, "My friend Tavie is really shy but she just loves you."
"I do," I said.
"Ah, well, there's no need to be shy!" said Glenn, smiling as he signed Gina's CD.
"Will you--?" I held out mine to him in as spazzy a manner as any human ever held out any object.
"Of course!"
"T-a-v-i-e."
He cocked his head towards me.
"T-a-v-i-e."
"T-a-v-i-e?"
I nodded.
To Tavie
Thanks and love
Glenn Tilbrook
I looked up and his warm, crinkling eyes were directly in front of mine, inches away.
"Thank you," I whispered.
We fled into the night, giggling like schoolgirls.
HOMINA!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:56 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, August 10, 2001
The air-conditioning in my parents' room has been broken for a few weeks. In this heat they are unable to sleep in there. Now my father is asleep on the couch a few feet away and my mother is asleep in my bed. (Kirsten is asleep in the top bunk.) I am going to go brave the heat now so I can get my Star Trek TNG fix.
A worrisome thought: what if this heat is due to our hurtling irrevocably towards the sun? What if we're going to crash into the sun any minute now and the scientists are too afraid to tell us, so we're all just going to perish in a slow burn? Huh? What about that?
I'm actually afraid now. Sheesh.
Tilbrook concert with Gina tomorrow. I am disappointed that Nina never answered back, despite expressing interest. However, I shall not allow it to dampen my enjoyment of the magic of Glenn.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:01 AM | shower me with attention
A worrisome thought: what if this heat is due to our hurtling irrevocably towards the sun? What if we're going to crash into the sun any minute now and the scientists are too afraid to tell us, so we're all just going to perish in a slow burn? Huh? What about that?
I'm actually afraid now. Sheesh.
Tilbrook concert with Gina tomorrow. I am disappointed that Nina never answered back, despite expressing interest. However, I shall not allow it to dampen my enjoyment of the magic of Glenn.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:01 AM | shower me with attention
I took this personality test and it said I share a basic personality profile with both Q and Quark. Extrovert-Intuitive-Thinker-Judger. I thought, that is completely bogus. No way am I like a Ferengi. Maybe an omnipotent trickster god, but not a Ferengi. Extrovert? Thinker? No way.
So I took the test again, and got more reasonable results: I share basic personality traits with both Counselor Obvious (a.k.a. Deanna Troi)
and Jake Sisko(Extrovert, Intuitive, Feeler, Judger). I don't know anything about Sisko but my talents for stating the obvious and being annoying in times of crisis do match me to Troi fairly well. It still says I'm an extrovert, though. Crazy. I always fancied myself more of a Geordi, but whaddyagonna do.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:13 AM | shower me with attention
So I took the test again, and got more reasonable results: I share basic personality traits with both Counselor Obvious (a.k.a. Deanna Troi)
and Jake Sisko(Extrovert, Intuitive, Feeler, Judger). I don't know anything about Sisko but my talents for stating the obvious and being annoying in times of crisis do match me to Troi fairly well. It still says I'm an extrovert, though. Crazy. I always fancied myself more of a Geordi, but whaddyagonna do.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:13 AM | shower me with attention
I've been listening to Hedwig all day, too, Cookie. Not the movie soundtrack. I have to get that. But the OCR is good enough. I love it so much. Every song on it is magic. I was listening to it on the subway today and it made me cry a little. "Midnight Radio". Then "Tear Me Down", which makes me emotional for different (tour-related) reasons. I need to see the movie again. If anyone hasn't seen the movie yet, I'll go see it with you, man.
I think you and I saw Ghost World on the same day, too, but I liked it better than you.
Today everyone is "Cookie" because my mom and I watched Summertime on Bravo. I love Summertime. It was the second Kate movie I saw. I adore Kate. She is my goddess. In the movie she calls everyone "Cookie" and wears really sexy white shoes. I don't have sexy white shoes but I can call everyone "Cookie" and pretend I'm in Venice.
I'm enjoying The Great Gatsby. I don't like that Tom fellow and that Daisy seems a little flighty, but boy that Gatsby is mysterious.
Rand dom num ber gen er
ated we are
Ran dom
Num bers...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:42 AM | shower me with attention
I think you and I saw Ghost World on the same day, too, but I liked it better than you.
Today everyone is "Cookie" because my mom and I watched Summertime on Bravo. I love Summertime. It was the second Kate movie I saw. I adore Kate. She is my goddess. In the movie she calls everyone "Cookie" and wears really sexy white shoes. I don't have sexy white shoes but I can call everyone "Cookie" and pretend I'm in Venice.
I'm enjoying The Great Gatsby. I don't like that Tom fellow and that Daisy seems a little flighty, but boy that Gatsby is mysterious.
Rand dom num ber gen er
ated we are
Ran dom
Num bers...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:42 AM | shower me with attention
Thursday, August 09, 2001
I'd like to play Scrabble™ with you.
That episode of NewsRadio, Space, is on. I love this one. I love that little alien-hunting dance Dave and Lisa do, and then Jimmy just crushes it with a phone book.
"Soylent Green is made from the best stuff on Earth... people!"
This episode rules. This show rules. How bad is life when I can watch this show?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:58 PM | shower me with attention
That episode of NewsRadio, Space, is on. I love this one. I love that little alien-hunting dance Dave and Lisa do, and then Jimmy just crushes it with a phone book.
"Soylent Green is made from the best stuff on Earth... people!"
This episode rules. This show rules. How bad is life when I can watch this show?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:58 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, August 08, 2001
On the bright side, that episode of NewsRadio where they make fun of Dave's comma usage is on.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:57 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:57 PM | shower me with attention
I do not have a job, and I think erin is mad at me.
This has been the best day ever.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:57 PM | shower me with attention
This has been the best day ever.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:57 PM | shower me with attention
Well so far this is turning out to be a terrible fucking day, and it ain't even 9 am yet. Now off to get a job.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:40 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:40 AM | shower me with attention
He BROKE MY MUG AGAIN.
BROKE MY MUG AGAIN.
HE BROKE MY WNYX MUG.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:38 AM | shower me with attention
BROKE MY MUG AGAIN.
HE BROKE MY WNYX MUG.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:38 AM | shower me with attention
I'm still GOING and everything, I'm just saying that I'm going to be tired.
Look, all I'm saying is that Star Trek: the Next Generation is on in half an hour and I'll probably be up to watch it.
Both episodes.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:28 AM | shower me with attention
Look, all I'm saying is that Star Trek: the Next Generation is on in half an hour and I'll probably be up to watch it.
Both episodes.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:28 AM | shower me with attention
I'm a'sposed to get a job tomorrow, only 'cept I can't sleep, see.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:26 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:26 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, August 06, 2001
I am not an abandoner of books. Even if I'm hating a book that I'm reading, I'll usually presss on until the end in the name of time investment. There have, of course, been exceptions to this; I've put a few books down in my time, usually quite close to the end, but generally I manage to stick with it.
When I was about 12, my friend (at the time) Amy urged me to read Stephen King's Misery. I'd never read a King book before and had long been curious about them. The movie, starring Kathy Bates and James Caan, had come out not long before and was very popular amongst the pre-teens in my grade. (These are the same kids who passed around a battered copy of Flowers in the Attic until it literally fell apart. Yeah, I was one of those who read it. Scared the bejeezus outta me, too. But it didn't stop me from reading Garden of Shadows [or whatever the prequel was called], either.) Anyhow, I tried to read Misery, got about 2/3rds in, and then Annie Wilkes cut off Paul Sheldon's foot with an axe and cauterized the wound with a blowtorch. I'd been queasy for a long while into the book, but at this point I had to simply stop.
Sometime between then and now I became a semi-closet King addict. Stephen King books are one of my guilty pleasures. They're a chocolate substitute. The prose is so easy to read that it soothes the brain despite the gruesome subject matter. He's a hypnotic writer. And funny. And scary. During a cross-country train trip when we were 15 or so, I was in an L.A. bookstore looking for something to read and Erica suggested I try The Dead Zone. That was the start of it. I've read It twice. My mother doesn't approve, but my father owns a lot of King's earlier work and usually borrows the newer ones I buy for myself.
Yeah, a lot of his content is just plain vile. I've had more than my fair amount of please-put-the-book-in-the-freezer moments. When Pennywise spoke to the evil guy in the nuthouse from the face of the moon in It, I threw the book across the room in terror and had to wake up my mom at four in the morning.
Been reading a lot of King this summer. There are many worthy must-read books on my list that are gathering dust on my shelves because I couldn't tear myself away from The Tommyknockers these past few weeks.
Just now I reached that part in Misery that had made me stop reading it ten years ago. It's almost three a.m. and I was reading it in my bed and I had to get up and find Kirsten (who, as luck would have it, is in the living room watching anime) and hold the book, shaking, out to her so she could take it away from me. I don't even think this scene is the most gruesome or horrifying I've ever read in a King book, but I guess reading that scene made me feel like a 12-year-old.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
HE DIDN'T GET OUT OF THE COCKADOODIE CAR! makes me laugh, though.
I'm going to go back to the book this time, of course. Stick it out to the end. Annie Wilkes isn't much more terrifying than the shit-weasels in Dreamcatcher. She's nowhere near as scary as Pennywise the Clown. I think Randall Flagg would probably kick her ass in a fight. But, still. I don't think I'll be going back to that book tonight. I think maybe a little House at Pooh Corner, instead. Yes, definitely. A little smackerel of something.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:56 AM | shower me with attention
When I was about 12, my friend (at the time) Amy urged me to read Stephen King's Misery. I'd never read a King book before and had long been curious about them. The movie, starring Kathy Bates and James Caan, had come out not long before and was very popular amongst the pre-teens in my grade. (These are the same kids who passed around a battered copy of Flowers in the Attic until it literally fell apart. Yeah, I was one of those who read it. Scared the bejeezus outta me, too. But it didn't stop me from reading Garden of Shadows [or whatever the prequel was called], either.) Anyhow, I tried to read Misery, got about 2/3rds in, and then Annie Wilkes cut off Paul Sheldon's foot with an axe and cauterized the wound with a blowtorch. I'd been queasy for a long while into the book, but at this point I had to simply stop.
Sometime between then and now I became a semi-closet King addict. Stephen King books are one of my guilty pleasures. They're a chocolate substitute. The prose is so easy to read that it soothes the brain despite the gruesome subject matter. He's a hypnotic writer. And funny. And scary. During a cross-country train trip when we were 15 or so, I was in an L.A. bookstore looking for something to read and Erica suggested I try The Dead Zone. That was the start of it. I've read It twice. My mother doesn't approve, but my father owns a lot of King's earlier work and usually borrows the newer ones I buy for myself.
Yeah, a lot of his content is just plain vile. I've had more than my fair amount of please-put-the-book-in-the-freezer moments. When Pennywise spoke to the evil guy in the nuthouse from the face of the moon in It, I threw the book across the room in terror and had to wake up my mom at four in the morning.
Been reading a lot of King this summer. There are many worthy must-read books on my list that are gathering dust on my shelves because I couldn't tear myself away from The Tommyknockers these past few weeks.
Just now I reached that part in Misery that had made me stop reading it ten years ago. It's almost three a.m. and I was reading it in my bed and I had to get up and find Kirsten (who, as luck would have it, is in the living room watching anime) and hold the book, shaking, out to her so she could take it away from me. I don't even think this scene is the most gruesome or horrifying I've ever read in a King book, but I guess reading that scene made me feel like a 12-year-old.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
HE DIDN'T GET OUT OF THE COCKADOODIE CAR! makes me laugh, though.
I'm going to go back to the book this time, of course. Stick it out to the end. Annie Wilkes isn't much more terrifying than the shit-weasels in Dreamcatcher. She's nowhere near as scary as Pennywise the Clown. I think Randall Flagg would probably kick her ass in a fight. But, still. I don't think I'll be going back to that book tonight. I think maybe a little House at Pooh Corner, instead. Yes, definitely. A little smackerel of something.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:56 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, August 05, 2001
A mixed evening. I met Gina in the city tonight with hopes of going to see serra. Walking to the subway, I saw a very strange-looking squirrel by the 13 Sisters (or, to the uninformed, i.e., everyone in the world but me, that stand of dessicated pines by the subway). It didn't look like a squirrel at all from far away. It had a tail like a cat. Long, skinny, brown, white-tipped. I thought it was a rat at first. But, no, it was a squirrel. Very funny-looking. Since no one was around, I squatted down, hands on hips, and asked him in my best Jimmy James voice, "What's the story with your tail, son?"
Squirrel-boy scampered right on up to me, thinking I had something in my hands to feed him, or perhaps smelling the peanut-butter and apple I'd had for lunch. This was utterly charming behaviour for a squirrel, and I told him regretfully that I had nothing to give him, showing him my empty palms. Well, I'll be damned if that little guy didn't run right up to my hand and reach out as if to take what wasn't there! It was the cutest thing! Sadly, I told him that I wished I had something for him, and got up to walk away. This is when I noticed a young man standing nearby, watching the scene with a grin on his cute young-man face. "He's following you!" he said. I spun around, and caught squirrel-boy in mid-scamper. He ran away. Friendly little guy. Next time I'll carry some peanuts with me or something. Maybe I'll see him again.
I went on to meet Gina and we had a dandy dinner at some place, I forget the name, on 85th street below Fez. (I recommend the pistachio-crusted chicken.) We went to the place where serra was supposed to be, but it looked empty and intimidating and we got chicken and left before seeking her out. Darnit. I feel guilty. But mostly it was a real nice evening.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:59 PM | shower me with attention
Squirrel-boy scampered right on up to me, thinking I had something in my hands to feed him, or perhaps smelling the peanut-butter and apple I'd had for lunch. This was utterly charming behaviour for a squirrel, and I told him regretfully that I had nothing to give him, showing him my empty palms. Well, I'll be damned if that little guy didn't run right up to my hand and reach out as if to take what wasn't there! It was the cutest thing! Sadly, I told him that I wished I had something for him, and got up to walk away. This is when I noticed a young man standing nearby, watching the scene with a grin on his cute young-man face. "He's following you!" he said. I spun around, and caught squirrel-boy in mid-scamper. He ran away. Friendly little guy. Next time I'll carry some peanuts with me or something. Maybe I'll see him again.
I went on to meet Gina and we had a dandy dinner at some place, I forget the name, on 85th street below Fez. (I recommend the pistachio-crusted chicken.) We went to the place where serra was supposed to be, but it looked empty and intimidating and we got chicken and left before seeking her out. Darnit. I feel guilty. But mostly it was a real nice evening.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:59 PM | shower me with attention
