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Saturday, February 23, 2002
The director for TAVIE! the musical asks:
A maple leaf, eh? Nice. I could never get away with that, though. Two completely different meanings, depending on if you're a Canadian or American. May I ask what it means to you? I'm thinking something KITH-related, but I'd like to hear the story.
Thank you for asking! I tried to explain the reasoning behind a maple leaf to my mom and sister and they just didn't get it. ("What? You want to be Canadian?")
No.
There are several reasons why the maple leaf symbol feels right to me. It's aesthetically pleasing to me; I've always liked the Canadian flag. It symbolizes Canada, a country that I love. (I know I'm an American, and I like to sport a symbol of solidarity with that vast, beautiful country that shares a continent with mine.)
Also, yeah. The Kids. Sure. The maple leaf is a good summary of what got me through my high school years-- the friends I made, the choices and changes I was able to make, the good times I had, all directly related to five guys from Canada. I'd be fooling myself if I didn't admit the extraordinary impact that the Kids in the Hall have had on my life these past few years.
There's more, too. It's actually through Ade's fascination with Canada and nationalism and all those sorts of things that I started to become aware about things like cultural imperialism, and that, hey, it's different to be Canadian. It's not like the U.S. And many/most Canadians are fiercely proud of that. The thought never occurred to me. The idea that Canada had issues with "us" (to put it totally inadequately ;) was something of a wake-up call. ("Us", us, granfalloonery! Am I contradicting myself? Good!)
And of course I totally romantacize the symbolism of the big, queer S&M log cabin up there in the woods.
So:
1. Pretty.
2. Solidarity.
3. Everything that was good about my teen years.
Maple leaf!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:34 PM | shower me with attention
A maple leaf, eh? Nice. I could never get away with that, though. Two completely different meanings, depending on if you're a Canadian or American. May I ask what it means to you? I'm thinking something KITH-related, but I'd like to hear the story.
Thank you for asking! I tried to explain the reasoning behind a maple leaf to my mom and sister and they just didn't get it. ("What? You want to be Canadian?")
No.
There are several reasons why the maple leaf symbol feels right to me. It's aesthetically pleasing to me; I've always liked the Canadian flag. It symbolizes Canada, a country that I love. (I know I'm an American, and I like to sport a symbol of solidarity with that vast, beautiful country that shares a continent with mine.)
Also, yeah. The Kids. Sure. The maple leaf is a good summary of what got me through my high school years-- the friends I made, the choices and changes I was able to make, the good times I had, all directly related to five guys from Canada. I'd be fooling myself if I didn't admit the extraordinary impact that the Kids in the Hall have had on my life these past few years.
There's more, too. It's actually through Ade's fascination with Canada and nationalism and all those sorts of things that I started to become aware about things like cultural imperialism, and that, hey, it's different to be Canadian. It's not like the U.S. And many/most Canadians are fiercely proud of that. The thought never occurred to me. The idea that Canada had issues with "us" (to put it totally inadequately ;) was something of a wake-up call. ("Us", us, granfalloonery! Am I contradicting myself? Good!)
And of course I totally romantacize the symbolism of the big, queer S&M log cabin up there in the woods.
So:
1. Pretty.
2. Solidarity.
3. Everything that was good about my teen years.
Maple leaf!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:34 PM | shower me with attention
Well, this is important:
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:26 PM | shower me with attention
 | You are Kermit! |
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:26 PM | shower me with attention
Oh no.
Rest in Peace, Chuck.
:(
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:20 PM | shower me with attention
Rest in Peace, Chuck.
:(
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:20 PM | shower me with attention
Two things:
1. I just placed a crown of daisies on Gina's head that I fashioned from the leftovers of her bouquet from Steve and she looks like a fairy princess. I wish I had a camera.
2. I got a tattoo today. A maple leaf, on my ankle. I really wish I had a camera.
It didn't hurt hardly as much as I thought it would. It hurts worse to get the novocaine at the dentist. It stung and it stings a little now but it's not at all bad. I am very, very pleased with it. Half the time he was doing it I was just grinning down at him while Gina leaned over my leg with a mixture of horror and awe gracing her lovely face.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:16 PM | shower me with attention
1. I just placed a crown of daisies on Gina's head that I fashioned from the leftovers of her bouquet from Steve and she looks like a fairy princess. I wish I had a camera.
2. I got a tattoo today. A maple leaf, on my ankle. I really wish I had a camera.
It didn't hurt hardly as much as I thought it would. It hurts worse to get the novocaine at the dentist. It stung and it stings a little now but it's not at all bad. I am very, very pleased with it. Half the time he was doing it I was just grinning down at him while Gina leaned over my leg with a mixture of horror and awe gracing her lovely face.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:16 PM | shower me with attention
I smell.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:01 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:01 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, February 22, 2002
So, of course, at the very second I need to be online buying tickets, they need me to be away from my desk so they can move boxes around and stuff. So I ended sitting in a filthy Kinko's, securing front-row seats for Philadelphia (yay!) on a computer screen whose monitor someone had evidently mistaken for a handkerchief (boo!). Now, of course, I am back at my desk with nothing to do.
I would like to visit the moon
on a rocketship high in the air
Yes, I'd like to visit the moon
but I don't think I'd like to live there...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:35 PM | shower me with attention
I would like to visit the moon
on a rocketship high in the air
Yes, I'd like to visit the moon
but I don't think I'd like to live there...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:35 PM | shower me with attention
This lazy test, which I saw at Jenland, says I am 78% lazy. Beeyotch.
Speaking of Jen, whoo, baby, perhaps the central drama of my extremely post-modern, self-referential musical, will be when the heroine's cyberbuddies, who are both starring in her musical, accidentally kill each other in the dressing room before the first dress rehearsal over who gets to wear the really high shoes.
Super!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:03 AM | shower me with attention
Speaking of Jen, whoo, baby, perhaps the central drama of my extremely post-modern, self-referential musical, will be when the heroine's cyberbuddies, who are both starring in her musical, accidentally kill each other in the dressing room before the first dress rehearsal over who gets to wear the really high shoes.
Super!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:03 AM | shower me with attention
That is some seriously fucked-up shit. (That: being the heinous cancellation of Brother Sam's radio show for a made-up reason because the director there doesn't believe in risk-taking when it comes to college radio.)
Some seriously fucked-up shit.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:54 AM | shower me with attention
Some seriously fucked-up shit.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:54 AM | shower me with attention
Thursday, February 21, 2002
I have signed a costume designer for TAVIE! The Musical. Things are progressing nicely.
On so-called "sexy" Disney characters, I feel it relevant to note here that my sister's first cartoon crush was on Peter Pan. (Second was, I believe, Rowan from Ronin Warriors.) As for me, I'll agree with whoever said Robin Hood. Foxy. Ha-cha-cha. (This is assuming that Flik doesn't count, you understand.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:35 PM | shower me with attention
On so-called "sexy" Disney characters, I feel it relevant to note here that my sister's first cartoon crush was on Peter Pan. (Second was, I believe, Rowan from Ronin Warriors.) As for me, I'll agree with whoever said Robin Hood. Foxy. Ha-cha-cha. (This is assuming that Flik doesn't count, you understand.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:35 PM | shower me with attention
Wow, I thought she was chillin'. I guess my eyes doth decieve me.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:48 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:48 PM | shower me with attention
There are tickets that, according to American Express, I now own. Wow, this is almost like a real, live tour, huh?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:19 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:19 PM | shower me with attention
How rude of me!
The Great Jen P, meet The Magnificent Matt S.
How exciting that all my heroes are all meeting and falling in love. (Yes, love!) I have had adventures with you all separately, and one day I will have adventures with you all together. The adventures will go in my musical. (Speaking of musicals, Jen is one of my suppliers. She's getting a solo, too, in mine, and a dance number if I can manage it.)
I've already signed a lyricist, although I'm still shopping for a composer... (Hmm...)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:58 AM | shower me with attention
The Great Jen P, meet The Magnificent Matt S.
How exciting that all my heroes are all meeting and falling in love. (Yes, love!) I have had adventures with you all separately, and one day I will have adventures with you all together. The adventures will go in my musical. (Speaking of musicals, Jen is one of my suppliers. She's getting a solo, too, in mine, and a dance number if I can manage it.)
I've already signed a lyricist, although I'm still shopping for a composer... (Hmm...)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:58 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, February 20, 2002
Causal virtue.
Actions neatly chained.
Another wasted afternoon.
Here comes everybody.
Scott Miller, Scott Miller, I do so love you.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:29 PM | shower me with attention
Actions neatly chained.
Another wasted afternoon.
Here comes everybody.
Scott Miller, Scott Miller, I do so love you.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:29 PM | shower me with attention
Today at lunch I pitched the musical of my life to Steph.
Tavie: Whaddya say? Do you want a song in it?
Steph: You're full of it.
Tavie: The only problem is, it lacks drama. Someone has to die. In all great musicals someone dies.
Steph Nobody dies in Gypsy or Thoroughly Modern Millie or...
Tavie: Somebody has to die. Now, do you want to be in it? You can have the hoedown number. Every great musical has a hoedown number.
Steph: Aw, Tavis, kiss my ass.
Tavie: That can be the name of the song! ::starts singing::
Aw, Tavis, kiss my ass,
Yee haw!
Aw, Tavis, kiss my ass,
YEE HAW...
Steph: ::starts walking quickly away::
Tavie: YEE HAW...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:27 PM | shower me with attention
Which tarot card are you?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:18 PM | shower me with attention
Tavie: Whaddya say? Do you want a song in it?
Steph: You're full of it.
Tavie: The only problem is, it lacks drama. Someone has to die. In all great musicals someone dies.
Steph Nobody dies in Gypsy or Thoroughly Modern Millie or...
Tavie: Somebody has to die. Now, do you want to be in it? You can have the hoedown number. Every great musical has a hoedown number.
Steph: Aw, Tavis, kiss my ass.
Tavie: That can be the name of the song! ::starts singing::
Aw, Tavis, kiss my ass,
Yee haw!
Aw, Tavis, kiss my ass,
YEE HAW...
Steph: ::starts walking quickly away::
Tavie: YEE HAW...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:27 PM | shower me with attention
Which tarot card are you?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:18 PM | shower me with attention
Friday is moving day. The entire office must be packed up to move ourselves down the street. Note to self: put papers and little stuffed Muppet in a box. Note to self: am beginning to sound like a Norm MacDonald joke.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:44 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:44 PM | shower me with attention
Note to self: am not made of money. Stop buying books, CDs and peasant-style blouses.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:42 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:42 PM | shower me with attention
Hey, those of you who don't own this album yet, I really pity you. What is wrong with you, honestly?
I'm understanding more of the references they use now that I'm taking this poetry class. I like understanding references.
Anyhow... if you don't want to buy it on my recommendation, buy it on hers. I did.
Worth it. Seriously.
I'll swallow the swords like I'm in the center ring,
Raise up the roof just like Martin Luther King!
I'll sparkle and shine just like Paris in the spring!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:32 PM | shower me with attention
I'm understanding more of the references they use now that I'm taking this poetry class. I like understanding references.
Anyhow... if you don't want to buy it on my recommendation, buy it on hers. I did.
Worth it. Seriously.
I'll swallow the swords like I'm in the center ring,
Raise up the roof just like Martin Luther King!
I'll sparkle and shine just like Paris in the spring!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:32 PM | shower me with attention
What does a musical need? Drama. Someone has to die.
Hey, I have that. I have drama. Someone died. But that wasn't the central drama. Hm.
You have to be careful, because if you can't summon sufficient drama you end up with dancing spoons and singing candlesticks, and that is not what I want out of a musical.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:35 PM | shower me with attention
Hey, I have that. I have drama. Someone died. But that wasn't the central drama. Hm.
You have to be careful, because if you can't summon sufficient drama you end up with dancing spoons and singing candlesticks, and that is not what I want out of a musical.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:35 PM | shower me with attention
Why isn't my life a musical?
If my life was a musical, there would be a song in it called, "Why Isn't My Life a Musical?"
Someone else would do the dancing and the high notes
and, really, most of the singing,
and wear the costume - bare-shouldered, bare-backed, tight and sparkly.
I'd just sit upstage, almost behind the curtain, on a folding chair singing back-up harmonies
trying to keep my voice quiet so as not to overpower the melody.
Ha ha! Someone already wrote that!
"And the coloured girls sing, 'Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-'...
...but never with the melody..."
Ha ha ha. Screw this.
There's a musical in my head almost all the time. I am the star. Downstage. Sparkly. One of those nifty little head-mikes. Melody. Counterpoint. You can be in it, if you want.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:32 PM | shower me with attention
If my life was a musical, there would be a song in it called, "Why Isn't My Life a Musical?"
Someone else would do the dancing and the high notes
and, really, most of the singing,
and wear the costume - bare-shouldered, bare-backed, tight and sparkly.
I'd just sit upstage, almost behind the curtain, on a folding chair singing back-up harmonies
trying to keep my voice quiet so as not to overpower the melody.
Ha ha! Someone already wrote that!
"And the coloured girls sing, 'Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-'...
...but never with the melody..."
Ha ha ha. Screw this.
There's a musical in my head almost all the time. I am the star. Downstage. Sparkly. One of those nifty little head-mikes. Melody. Counterpoint. You can be in it, if you want.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:32 PM | shower me with attention
This composer (one Michael John LaChiusa) has a strange sense of melody. Sondheimesque? Hits a few home runs, but a lot of it would take a lot of listening to reach sing-along-ability...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:54 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:54 AM | shower me with attention
Yes. Pretty. Good song. And:
The Writer: What do you do, Jackie?
The Young Thing: Temp.
The Writer: Closeup: me. What is it you really want to do?
The Young Thing: ...Temp.
...
The Young Thing: This is okay. I don't mind your futon.
The Writer:: How lovely that word sounds coming from you. "Futon."
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:14 AM | shower me with attention
The Writer: What do you do, Jackie?
The Young Thing: Temp.
The Writer: Closeup: me. What is it you really want to do?
The Young Thing: ...Temp.
...
The Young Thing: This is okay. I don't mind your futon.
The Writer:: How lovely that word sounds coming from you. "Futon."
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:14 AM | shower me with attention
Unrelated: I am now, of course, a full-blown, no-turning-back JCM fan. I was late for work today because I had to sit on a bench and listen to a track from Hello, Again, a 1994 musical in which JCM played The Young Thing. Flat nasal midwestern accent and all. Very yummy. (He has a tryst on the Titanic. There's a great part wherein he screams, "The ship is sinking and you didn't even tell me, you son of a bitch!")
As for the recording itself, I listened to the first song and then skipped to the JCM parts, but I plan to give it a full listen tonight. The structure is interesting-- based on Arthur Schnitzler's La Ronde, about ten sexual encounters with each one linked by someone from the previous encounter until the original two meet again. Sounds like something I would have liked to see, had I not been 15 and ignorant of it when it premiered. Sigh. Anyway, the recording also features Carolee Carmello, whom I adored in Parade, so that's something.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:38 AM | shower me with attention
As for the recording itself, I listened to the first song and then skipped to the JCM parts, but I plan to give it a full listen tonight. The structure is interesting-- based on Arthur Schnitzler's La Ronde, about ten sexual encounters with each one linked by someone from the previous encounter until the original two meet again. Sounds like something I would have liked to see, had I not been 15 and ignorant of it when it premiered. Sigh. Anyway, the recording also features Carolee Carmello, whom I adored in Parade, so that's something.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:38 AM | shower me with attention
Okay, I admit that during the last tour I was not experiencing the same ticket-related stress as others were, and therefore you must feel a little pity for me that I am now on the verge of freaking out about the stress involved in getting tickets for this one.
I hate this!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:36 AM | shower me with attention
I hate this!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:36 AM | shower me with attention
I forgot about Dave on P.I. last night. Was he on? Was it good? Make me a copy?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:18 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:18 AM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, February 19, 2002
This day is long. This workload is light. Therefore, coming soon, there will be a vote for your Favourite Cartoon Matt.
Wish I had a scanner right here.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:31 PM | shower me with attention
Wish I had a scanner right here.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:31 PM | shower me with attention
Oh. Last night I had dinner with Baby Jesus and the three Wise Kings. My favourite quote of the evening:
The Magi to her mother: "Would you be proud if you were Woody Allen's mother?"
I laughed and laughed.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:13 AM | shower me with attention
The Magi to her mother: "Would you be proud if you were Woody Allen's mother?"
I laughed and laughed.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:13 AM | shower me with attention
And now, I do the Matthew Brock dance:
She's back! She's back! She's back where she belongs!
::falls over piano::
And what's more, she and Missy P are falling in love, like I had hoped. One day there will be a fine marriage. I will be the flower girl.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:12 AM | shower me with attention
She's back! She's back! She's back where she belongs!
::falls over piano::
And what's more, she and Missy P are falling in love, like I had hoped. One day there will be a fine marriage. I will be the flower girl.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:12 AM | shower me with attention
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KAT!!!!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:06 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:06 AM | shower me with attention
Now, with permission, my sister's account of the Hedwig midnight showing:
My night of clitty pseudo fandom.
shut up.
Went to Hedwig viewing with Tavie last night. I don't know the songs, don't
know the names, don't want to fuck the dude who played Tommy Gnosis.
DO, however, want to fuck Stephen Trask. He is the base player with no lines.
Shut up.
An example of the Rocky Horror cult beast Hedwig has become: people were
showing up in costume. Lots of clubby gay boys in blonde wigs and eyeliner.
Tavie insisted on going as the wacky drag king with the beard, skull cap and
heavy accent.
[Um-- NO. I did NOT "insist" any such thing. I had a skull cap, I got a Rent tee shirt, I swapped jackets with Mike at the very last minute, and I allowed Cheryl to draw a beard on my face, but I did not insist on anything, and was actually fairly embarrassed about my get-up at times. -T.]
Yes, she drew stubble on her face.
I was in vinyl and felt properly attired.
Tavie's friend Gina showed up in her amazing rackiness, wearing a delicious
red fuzzy number that may or may not have been plucked from the shelves of
HOT TOPIC.
Tavie's high school trick, Matt, came resplendent in tight pink pants in a
shade to match his wig and a luscious hot pink lace bra underneath his
button-up shirt. Lipstick was applied. He looked $10 cheaper. Gave him my
fingerless lace gloves to smoke with.
He was abominably ravishable.
John Cameron Mitchell and Stephen Trask were both there to sign shit. I
didn't have anything I wanted signed but the scary bouncers were herding us
all to the signing table in clumps. Very awkward. Addressed Mitchell as
"daddy" out of habit. He was very cute. He smirked and signed a flyer,
unaware that my gaze was on Trask like the moon to the earth.
Still don't know or care who he is. He is hot.
Felt out of place.
They wouldn't start the movie until EVERYBODY on the line had gotten their
wigs/tits/posters/moms signed. We had to wait outside. Very cold.
Saw the movie again. Liked it again. Tavie and Matt were both sitting behind
me shouting at the screen and singing along.
Wanted to leave early.
Tavie was in tears by the end. Don't know why.
[You don't know me at all! -T.]
Then the theater played all
the cut scenes and they were fucking hilarious! Hedwig's manager, Phyllis
Stein, had us pissing ourselves.
They played this one extended scene in the laundry room which I distinctly
remember because Trask was shirtless in it. That scene was not about Hedwig
and a bra in a dryer. It was about Trask shirtless.
I wanted to tell Tavie that.
[Why? Because I say that out loud every time I watch the film? -T.]
Luckily, I did not.
Unbeknowst to me, Trask was sitting behind us. =/
It would have been a high school moment.
We get up to leave. I still want to touch him.
I pull a lame fangirl and ask for a hug.
Feel cheap. The day before I did not even know his name. =/
Who fucking cares, he is HOT! =)~
"Sure" he says shyly.
UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!
He holds me tight against his hard body and squeezes. My face is in his
stomach (I rise no higher) He is really fucking tall. I feel his breathing,
smothered in Trask, I am elated for a nanosecond.
After a nanosecond, I realize that this embrace is pointless, empty, false--a
betrayal. Like dark room sex. I have no informed opinion of Trask other than
his amazing hotness. I know nothing of his surely insurmountable talents or
his burgeoning career. I care not for his album or his venues. I don't even
know all the fucking lyrics!!!
Guilt gnaws at me.
I try to pull away prematurely.
He won't let me go. =/
Oh. Help?
I love those "Oh-no-you-don't! Where you think YOU'RE going?" hugs.
I weaken.
Mission accomplished, I pull quickly away. I thank the dude and exit left.
Couldn't look him in the eye to thank him without feeling 13 years old. I
am really fucking short. He is really fucking tall.
--Kirsten
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:21 AM | shower me with attention
My night of clitty pseudo fandom.
shut up.
Went to Hedwig viewing with Tavie last night. I don't know the songs, don't
know the names, don't want to fuck the dude who played Tommy Gnosis.
DO, however, want to fuck Stephen Trask. He is the base player with no lines.
Shut up.
An example of the Rocky Horror cult beast Hedwig has become: people were
showing up in costume. Lots of clubby gay boys in blonde wigs and eyeliner.
Tavie insisted on going as the wacky drag king with the beard, skull cap and
heavy accent.
[Um-- NO. I did NOT "insist" any such thing. I had a skull cap, I got a Rent tee shirt, I swapped jackets with Mike at the very last minute, and I allowed Cheryl to draw a beard on my face, but I did not insist on anything, and was actually fairly embarrassed about my get-up at times. -T.]
Yes, she drew stubble on her face.
I was in vinyl and felt properly attired.
Tavie's friend Gina showed up in her amazing rackiness, wearing a delicious
red fuzzy number that may or may not have been plucked from the shelves of
HOT TOPIC.
Tavie's high school trick, Matt, came resplendent in tight pink pants in a
shade to match his wig and a luscious hot pink lace bra underneath his
button-up shirt. Lipstick was applied. He looked $10 cheaper. Gave him my
fingerless lace gloves to smoke with.
He was abominably ravishable.
John Cameron Mitchell and Stephen Trask were both there to sign shit. I
didn't have anything I wanted signed but the scary bouncers were herding us
all to the signing table in clumps. Very awkward. Addressed Mitchell as
"daddy" out of habit. He was very cute. He smirked and signed a flyer,
unaware that my gaze was on Trask like the moon to the earth.
Still don't know or care who he is. He is hot.
Felt out of place.
They wouldn't start the movie until EVERYBODY on the line had gotten their
wigs/tits/posters/moms signed. We had to wait outside. Very cold.
Saw the movie again. Liked it again. Tavie and Matt were both sitting behind
me shouting at the screen and singing along.
Wanted to leave early.
Tavie was in tears by the end. Don't know why.
[You don't know me at all! -T.]
Then the theater played all
the cut scenes and they were fucking hilarious! Hedwig's manager, Phyllis
Stein, had us pissing ourselves.
They played this one extended scene in the laundry room which I distinctly
remember because Trask was shirtless in it. That scene was not about Hedwig
and a bra in a dryer. It was about Trask shirtless.
I wanted to tell Tavie that.
[Why? Because I say that out loud every time I watch the film? -T.]
Luckily, I did not.
Unbeknowst to me, Trask was sitting behind us. =/
It would have been a high school moment.
We get up to leave. I still want to touch him.
I pull a lame fangirl and ask for a hug.
Feel cheap. The day before I did not even know his name. =/
Who fucking cares, he is HOT! =)~
"Sure" he says shyly.
UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!
He holds me tight against his hard body and squeezes. My face is in his
stomach (I rise no higher) He is really fucking tall. I feel his breathing,
smothered in Trask, I am elated for a nanosecond.
After a nanosecond, I realize that this embrace is pointless, empty, false--a
betrayal. Like dark room sex. I have no informed opinion of Trask other than
his amazing hotness. I know nothing of his surely insurmountable talents or
his burgeoning career. I care not for his album or his venues. I don't even
know all the fucking lyrics!!!
Guilt gnaws at me.
I try to pull away prematurely.
He won't let me go. =/
Oh. Help?
I love those "Oh-no-you-don't! Where you think YOU'RE going?" hugs.
I weaken.
Mission accomplished, I pull quickly away. I thank the dude and exit left.
Couldn't look him in the eye to thank him without feeling 13 years old. I
am really fucking short. He is really fucking tall.
--Kirsten
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:21 AM | shower me with attention
This is really starting to piss me off.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:35 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:35 AM | shower me with attention
Those New Pornographers certainly do know how to rock. I liked lispy guy a lot. I liked girl. I liked it when girl (I know her name is Neko but I'm trying for consistency right now) yelled at Matt for trying to push Goose up on the stage. "Hey, we don't go for the shoving, Mister!" she admonished. "He almost snapped her neck!" That was funny.
I also liked sweaty bass guy and long-haired keyboard guy. I wasn't too thrilled with Corey-Feldman-looking dancing guy. But I liked Ringo guy a lot. I liked his squeaky voice and especially his Ringo energy. Ringo energy always makes me happy.
I fell in love with them when they played this one song that I can't remember now, but I'm certain it had something to do with a mass or a romantic or a fool.
Actually there was not song they played that I did not enjoy. They were so...
they were so...
accessible.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:26 AM | shower me with attention
I also liked sweaty bass guy and long-haired keyboard guy. I wasn't too thrilled with Corey-Feldman-looking dancing guy. But I liked Ringo guy a lot. I liked his squeaky voice and especially his Ringo energy. Ringo energy always makes me happy.
I fell in love with them when they played this one song that I can't remember now, but I'm certain it had something to do with a mass or a romantic or a fool.
Actually there was not song they played that I did not enjoy. They were so...
they were so...
accessible.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:26 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, February 18, 2002
I could have sworn I saw Adam on the subway platform this morning. I'm not a hundred percent positive, but I was almost sure it was him. I stopped on the platform and stared at him really hard but I just couldn't tell. (He didn't notice, he was reading the paper. Does Adam read the paper?) Is Adam in New York? Why would he be on the L train at 9 am on President's Day? (Babyless, I might add?)
Well, anyway, it looked just like Adam.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:28 AM | shower me with attention
Well, anyway, it looked just like Adam.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:28 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, February 17, 2002
No one will care about the following but me. Please ignore.
In Patterns in the Mind, Ray Jackendoff says,
A suggestive parallel to the unconscious learning of language might be the process of learning to skip, which requires complicated patterns of muscle coordination. It's impossible to describe to a child how to do it; the best we can do is demonstrate. And when the child figures out how to skip, it will be impossible to get him or her to explain it. Rather, the process of constructing the pattern takes place outside of consciousness; the major part of the learning is experienced as "just intuitive".
BZZZZ! Wrong.
One of my earliest memories was at age three, being taught to skip by my aunt. I had been trying to learn by watching others but I did not get it until Tante Joan said, "First hop on one foot once, then hop on the other. It's just hopping on one foot one at a time, then do it faster and faster and you're skipping." After that, voila! I could skip.
Ha ha, Ray Jackendoff! More like Ray Jackin'-off!
(Ouch, that was immature. This book ain't bad; regurgitated Chomsky for those of us who like our examples to include the word fuckin'.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:41 PM | shower me with attention
In Patterns in the Mind, Ray Jackendoff says,
A suggestive parallel to the unconscious learning of language might be the process of learning to skip, which requires complicated patterns of muscle coordination. It's impossible to describe to a child how to do it; the best we can do is demonstrate. And when the child figures out how to skip, it will be impossible to get him or her to explain it. Rather, the process of constructing the pattern takes place outside of consciousness; the major part of the learning is experienced as "just intuitive".
BZZZZ! Wrong.
One of my earliest memories was at age three, being taught to skip by my aunt. I had been trying to learn by watching others but I did not get it until Tante Joan said, "First hop on one foot once, then hop on the other. It's just hopping on one foot one at a time, then do it faster and faster and you're skipping." After that, voila! I could skip.
Ha ha, Ray Jackendoff! More like Ray Jackin'-off!
(Ouch, that was immature. This book ain't bad; regurgitated Chomsky for those of us who like our examples to include the word fuckin'.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:41 PM | shower me with attention
Who has work tomorrow? I do, I do.
Who gets to see their majesties tomorrow? I do, I do.
There is balance in life.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:10 PM | shower me with attention
Who gets to see their majesties tomorrow? I do, I do.
There is balance in life.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:10 PM | shower me with attention
I both love and hate this diatribe against the fat-suit trend in Hollywood (one of my notorious pet peeves-- link from Boing Boing). On the one hand, brava to the writer for stating eloquently what I could only incoherently grumble about. ("FUCK THIS SHIT! FUCK THIS SHIT!") On the other hand, why couldn't I have written that article? They're not profound thoughts; I wish I had expressed them first.
Oh, well. Good article.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:03 PM | shower me with attention
Oh, well. Good article.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:03 PM | shower me with attention
