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I copied Steph and took this test which says my IQ is 135 and I'm a "Visionary Philosopher". I have no idea what that means, as I posess neither vision nor general philosophy.

I would like some free money for doing nothing, please. Can someone get on that for me?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:36 PM | shower me with attention

>I wish I came from a wealthy family.

Hey, who doesn't?

Rich people!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:30 PM | shower me with attention

I wish I came from a wealthy family. Or intellectual or artistic elite. Some kind of elite. Money, at any rate. I wish I came from money. I come from poor, hardworking folks. Good folks, I love 'em.

It really sucks that everyone I know with money (a term I use loosely, seeing as my family falls under the broad "middle class" category, as opposed to the "dirt-poor" category) is just as funny, smart, nice, creative, talented and wonderful as everyone I know without money. And that most of the people with money I know are just-- or roughly-- as hardworking as the people without. I really want to be able to be bitter about something, and I really can't, because I am too rich in other ways to be able to afford the delicious, Belgian-chocolate-covered delight that is self-pity.

Fucking Cherry Valance. Things are rough all over, Ponyboy.

Ach, I dinna like these moods.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:53 AM | shower me with attention

I'm spiritual Madonna, who are you? Madonna Quiz by Turi.

Just pretend you're Madonna. -Erica

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:22 AM | shower me with attention

Friday, July 19, 2002

For some various reasons that really only fire my particular synapses in my particular brain, I've long associated Aimee's music with themes of outer space, the galaxies, the heavens, spacey stuff. Part of it is that I bought Til Tuesday's "Everything's Different Now" the day my family went to visit the Kennedy Space Center in Florida and I didn't take off my headphones once the whole time we were there, just listened to the disc over and over, even as we ate lunch and I drank from my Kennedy Space Center Pepsi Glass, so every time I listen to it (with songs like "Rip in Heaven", "Crash and Burn" and "Telescope" all fanning the astronomical flames) I think of NASA. Part of it is fueled by some of the imagery she tends to use in her lyrics, not just in the obvious heaven-ish songs like "Satellite" and "Telescope", but in invocations of, for example, the Trylon and the Perisphere, those 1940's visions of the future, and various roman candle supplies and wastes of gunpowder and sky. Maybe you don't see the connection between Trylons and Perispheres and rockets and gunpowder and outer space, but it's all sort of futuristic out-there stuff that meshes together in my brain into a pleasant galactic goo. And, of course, photos of Aimee in silver suits looking all space-y excite the connections even more.

So, ha ha, it's perfectly natural to me that she's got an album called "Lost in Space" with this space-y cover art and all sorts of celestial metaphors contained therein. Ha ha.

Ha ha, when am I going to get tired of talking about this album? It's not even out yet.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:33 PM | shower me with attention

This is so sweet, Mr Pierre. It's hard to believe I've known you three years. It's even harder to believe that I've known you three years, starting at the beginning of my college career, and I'm still not technically a junior yet.

Wow, I was all happy and now I'm depressed.

Oh, well. Thanks for the nice words, pumpkin.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:37 AM | shower me with attention

Thursday, July 18, 2002

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:38 PM | shower me with attention

I don't know why I skimmed through this list of "albums you should throw out", courtesy of Boing Boing, seeing as I found the tone of the article insufferably smarmy and either hadn't heard or hadn't heard of a great many of the artists represented, but it really amuses me that I only own one of the 100 albums, and it's not even the XTC one.

I'm amused indeed.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:35 PM | shower me with attention

I dreamed that I went back in time six years and told 11-year-old Goose all about her future.

("Do you want to know what college you'll be going to?" "No... yes! No... yes! Tell me!" "Yale!")

Then I broke a favourite clock of her mother's and was politely asked to vacate the premises. On my way out, Goose bet me a plate of cinnamon toast that I wouldn't be able to find a replacement clock. "I don't eat toast," I told the youngster, "but I'll bet you the cinnamon sticks that you're right."

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:15 PM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, July 17, 2002

And the Tavie Wing of Mint Manor now has air-conditioning for the summer! Hurrah! Huzzah!

Sister helped me figure out what part of EPCOT Invisible Ink reminds me of. It's in the stupid Kodak film that they show before "Honey I Shrunk the Audience" at the Imagination pavilion. There's this musical phrase in Invisible Ink that reminds me of a musical phrase in the really hideous childrens-choir cover of "True Colors".

I knew Kirsten would remember. She always remembers stuff like that.

Although I hate the cover of "True Colors", I love that Aimee's song reminds me of EPCOT.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:39 PM | shower me with attention

Come out now.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:35 PM | shower me with attention

I think today, my favourite song is High on Sunday.

God, I love this. Soon I'll know all these songs by heart and I won't remember what it was like not to. I'm really trying to savour this time, when all the songs and track orders are new to me.

Baby, please, let me begin
Let me be your heroin(e)
Hate the sinner but love the si-in
Let me be your heroin(e)...

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:58 PM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, July 16, 2002

I am so busted.

Well, Terry, right you are; you inspired my miraculous DSL-connecting feat. But I must correct one minor point, as Kirsten's computer isn't a Mac at all (gasp! shock! HORROR!!!!) but a Dread PC. We are, in fact, now Mac-less, at least until next month when, my mother assures me, if the iMac is deemed Not Worth Fixing, she will purchase for me an iBook for my very own.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:42 PM | shower me with attention

You know, as long as My Mother the Liar is reading my blog, I may as well try and turn it to my advantage.

Besides Into the Woods tickets, I also need tickets for Mr Show Live. I also need the Mr Show DVD, and the Brain Candy DVD that just came out.

I also need to find out how to password-protect this sucker. Now, buy me presents!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:09 PM | shower me with attention

I love it when I can smell a new obsession as it flies into my face. My life is all about Lost in Space right now.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:39 PM | shower me with attention

Holy crap. "Invisible Ink" is the best song, just, in the world.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:01 AM | shower me with attention

Is anyone else wildly excited about this?

Go. Go now. Listen to the tracks of Miss Aimee's new album. You'll never get to listen to them for the first time again, so savour it.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:25 AM | shower me with attention

Mom, seriously, you're taking all the fun out of this for me. Thank you for ordering me The Brothers Lionheart but at least have the decency not to let me KNOW you're continuing to read my blog after you told me you'd stopped.

Come on. If you're gonna lie, lie in a way that makes me feel better, at least.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go get those "My Mother Is A Liar" tee shirts printed up.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:06 AM | shower me with attention

Hey, you people that still owe me for KITH tickets, how about just buying me Mr Show tickets instead? (Well, except for one of you, whom I actually owe money. Bah, money.)

I need to see them but I haven't the means.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Get a job. Shut up, I'm working on it.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:16 AM | shower me with attention

This is the best children's museum I've ever been to. Everyone should get to it at some point in their lives.

I really want to read The Brothers Lionheart, by Astrid Lingdren-- the book that makes Linn cry just to describe it and, I remember, Goose recommended to me months ago, but it is impossible to find an English translation that one can afford, as the book is out-of-print. Anyone know where I can get/borrow one? Winkety wink?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:10 AM | shower me with attention

Check out this fucking search referral.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:04 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, July 15, 2002

Now I just need some frickin' Adobe Photoshop going on in this joint. You know who you are.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:58 PM | shower me with attention

Oh yes. Oh yes. I have successfully hooked up DSL to Kirsten's computer. Because I am. A genius. Of major proportions.

Thank you and thank you again.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:58 PM | shower me with attention

I am tryin to remember...
I was headin round de factory
and I went into the basement
down the stairs and to the basement
and I shine my light around dere
and my light it kinda catches
on this pile of rags in de middle of de room...

I ain't seen no pile of rags dere before
so I went over dere and I poke it
and lawd, lawd
ain't no pile of rags at all!

I can't find my Parade lyric booklet. Where did I put it?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:55 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, July 14, 2002

I really appreciate Kirsten's generosity with her computer. She lets me use it whenever I want, unless she's using it at the time. She also got me three perfect birthday gifts: Simon and Garfunkel's Greatest Hits, Margaret Cho's I'm the One That I Want video (!!!) and-- sniff this-- rainbow suspenders, ladies and gentlemen; rainbow fucking suspenders.

Not a la Mork, but a la Jesus, mind you.

I haven't gotten her anything for her birthday yet, but I did bring her back cookies from Sweden. Cookies are nice but they're not That Perfect Birthday Gift. I'm not such a good gift-giver, but I'll come up with something. I'm sure she's been talking about something that she's been wanting...

Oh, well, poopety, this is why she should have a blog. Poopety.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:41 PM | shower me with attention

Not only are you like that, but you're one of those who laid out the template which I try to follow.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:20 PM | shower me with attention

I read Steve's birthday greeting from the internet kiosk yesterday right before I got on the plane and it kept me buoyed well into the flight. What a beautiful thing to say about someone. That Julia is a lucky lady.

I'm a lucky lady too, because an honest to goodness genius turned her talents in my direction. She was my initiator into the world of sonnets, and the one she wrote for my birthday couldn't have been more perfect. It was like she was there, wasn't it, Mr Hedgehog?

The comedy writer also turned her talents towards me and fired off a perfect poem, exquisitely executed in the Rynn style. I haven't told her how much her sketch made me laugh yet, which is folly. Folly. She needs to be told. Why do I have so many emails??

And, were all that not enough, Cory of Boing Boing honoured me by including me among his list of dailies.

I loves it.

On an unrelated note, I miss Gina. I want to go over there today. How to do so without my family feeling abandoned?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:04 AM | shower me with attention