Earlier today, Sonya and Zach asked me to shoot their wedding, which I'll be doing of course, because how can I say no to friends? They'll be getting married at a vineyard in rural Virginia, and I can't wait to shoot this beautiful couple in that setting. Getting ready for another wedding will also finally, finally get me to switch over to digital, I think. Time to start price shopping!
Music for Zach and Sonya:
I Do Believe You Are Blushing
Today, a tiny manifestation of my id attended a meeting with me. Not in some kind of fanciful sense where I’m pretending that it took form in the meeting in a magic-realism fashion, it was just a little girl (the daughter of one of my coworkers, forced to come to her mom’s workplace for a day due to some kind of teacher conference at school), who gave voice to a lot of my inner frustrations.
After sketching a drawing of me with a gigantic head and a tiny, tiny body, she slid me a note on another sheet of paper, one that we started passing back and forth, passing notes like we were both elementary school kids.
Girl: ha ha haha!
Drew: What's funny?
Girl: You laphed!
Drew: We keep losing track of where we are! We'll never finish!
Girl: ha ha.
Drew: This meeting is too long!
Girl: Stap the meeting!
Drew: I can't!
Girl: Do it!
Then she drew a car (which looked kind of like a tank) driving outside, underneath of the sun, around which she wrote “Go home! It’s nice outside!” I told her that it was her mom's meeting, and that her mom controlled when we could get out of the meeting, at which point the girl starting sending passing her mom notes like "Stop the meeting!" and "Mommy!" I think I need to start bringing this girl to all of my meetings.
Music for bored engineers and elementary schoolers all over Arlington:
Mush!: Photos of this year's Idiotarod.
Fire Eye'd Folks: Kathryn's photos of Broken Social Scene came out great.
Buy That Helicopter:
The Dismemberment Plan -
Dismemberment Plan Gets Rich
Good morning, Internets. Continuing Massive Earworm Week, here is some loafing of the arcarius persuasion.
Archers of Loaf - Lowest Part Is Free!
Clean Me Up: Once I heard about the whole Flickr professional website thingy, I had to go out and give it a whirl. Certainly slicker than Flickr, but I'm not sure if it is actually any better when it comes to navigating through all of my Flickr photos.
The Violence Studio Rules Alston: The Compendium of Broliciousness. I've had quite a few Robert Irwins in my day, but I think I will steer clear of the Darby Crash on my next trip to Boston. Also: SHORYUKEN!
BRAAAAIIINNSSS: I haven't checked out Urban Dead yet, but since it is a web-based zombie apocalypse game, it's a sure bet that I'll be trying it sometime soon, especially when my friends keep leaving each other messages like "The Mall has fallen. Everyone's Dead."
Let's Have Abraham For Breakfast: After briefly discussing McLusky with a friend via Gtalk, I am stuck with an all too predictable Undress for Success earworm.
Undress for Success
After talking about Polaroids some last week, I have an itch to get out one of my Polaroid cameras for the first time since I went to Hain's Point to play miniature golf last year. I may have to go buy some film for this weekend.
Look For A Murder Scene: Throughout the day, this song kept popping up in my mind again and again. Since I first heard it, this earworm burrowed deep into my brain and has been there ever since, waking on occasion, so that I end up singing "We're known in the Valley/And big back in Hali/We're the kings of the Canadian now," to myself all day long at work.
The Flashing Lights -
Yesterday, I watched the first half of the Steelers/Broncos game with the sound muted and iTunes playing on random in the background. On occasion, this would lead to some odd juxtapositions of music and imagery, but sometimes it would click in weird ways, like when Love Will Tear Us Apart came on during the coach’s challenge of a fumble. As the play was run in slow motion again and again from a variety of angles, Ian Curtis droned on in the background, and it was all kind of hypnotic. The National Football League and Joy Division, together at last.
The Kids Are Going To Mutate:
Radio Birdman -
The Road To Hell Is Paved With Chocolate Treats: Check out the Mephisto Cake recipe posted over at Anapestic. I'm not sure I'll get around to trying it, but it is tempting.
Chant Along: Some lively music to kick off the work week. WOOOOHHH, ROCKS OF SWEDEN!
Naked Raygun -
Rocks of Sweden
Don't Call 634-5789: You won't get an answer, because the
Midnight Mover is gone.
Been Caught Stealing: Ticketmaster stole Kathryn's photo! Cease and desist, bitches!
And now it is time to head into the city to say goodbye to Alex and Maki before they move to NYC. Night, kids.
He Said Testicles, Ha Ha: Go grab the three Test Icicles mp3s linked to by Last Sound of Summer. Horrible name be damned, I really like everything I have heard by this band. I may have to recruit a crew to head up to Baltimore in March to see them at Sonar. You have no excuse, people, the show is on a Saturday!
In Brooklyn We Stay Home: Les Savy Fav -
Reformat [Update: The Les Savy Fav link is fixed. Woops!]
Former Home Of Rock And Roll Monsters: Go grab a couple of Drive Like Jehu tracks over at Krucoff's place while they are still up.
We've Got Boxes: Here's a great set of photos of an exhibit Tate Modern in London from one of my Flickr contacts. We'll have to see if you guys get the same Les Savy Fav earworm that I did.
Music for unusually mellow evenings:
The Rambler Song (A slow, mellow, alternate take of the song from the Shellac/Mule split 7")
Before Dick Dale: Until I heard this NPR piece, I had no idea that the song Misirlou was actually a traditional Middle Eastern tune.
Vintage Consumption: Consumer Reports posted a gallery of old photos from their archives, including stuff like a guy with a hammer glued to his finger, motorized dogs and an eye-strain enducing paper dress.
Motel Hell: Tour the country via a bunch of faded, vintage postcards.
Death By Plastic: Behold the genius of The Lego Suicides. Thanks for pointing me to the Flickr set, Null!
I can't properly source the first three links because I can't remember exactly where I got them from. Oh well, you'll live, forgotten Internet people.
Music for chimp rock shoegazers:
The Swirlies -
Game on, bitches, game on. This morning, I had my six-month, post-op checkup on my knee. I got permission to return to full activity and basically do whatever the hell I feel like doing. No restrictions, just go out and have fun. I still have a little ways to go until I will feel ready and in shape to play soccer again, but I think I'll go inflate my ball and kick it around some this afternoon.
Music for getting psyched up:
Mission of Burma -
Just watched Melville's Le Samouraï, which was as cool and slick as its billing. I'll have to do a double feature with Point Blank sometime. Alain Delon's lone wolf was cold as ice, ice baby, to the extreme.
Also caught Miyazaki's Castle in the Sky for the first time. While the kiddie protagonists did get on my nerves on occasion, the world full of airships, sky pirates and a magic, floating city had me sold. For whatever reason, I've never gotten around to watching Miyazki's other movies, but I'll be adding a slew of them to my Netflix queue.
Now if you'll excuse me, it's time for some football!
Tonight, I learned the hard way that my new kitchen knives cut me just as well as they cut vegetables. Pay attention kids, pay attention and take your time.
Music for owies:
Cut Self Not
If I ever get around to printing this photo in the darkroom, I'll have to burn in that blown out upper-left corner, but for now, laziness rules the roost.
Update: OK, I burned in the blown out area tonight since it was bugging me a bit. Not a good job, but enough so that I'll stop thinking about it.
The Jam -
Tonight, I spent a lazy evening at Dr. Dremo's, enjoying my last free Tuesday until July. Starting next week, grad school kicks off again and much of my free time will go away with it. But by the end of this year, after 3 more classes, I'll be done. No more teachers, no more books, forever and ever.
Music to define, refine:
My Bloody Valentine -
Map Ref 41°N 93°W
When it came to photographs, 2005 didn't close out for me until last Thursday, when I got my negatives of my Boston trip back from processing. With the addition of a few photos from that trip, I completed a Flickr photoset of my favorite photos from the last year.
Photos in the 2005 set:
1. Waiting for a Lane
2. No Basketball Today
3. Our Lady of Exxon
4. Steve and Vera's Going Away Brunch 5
5. Steve and Vera's Going Away Brunch 7
6. Metro Escalator
8. A Bachelor No More 1
10. Jay and Larissa's Wedding
11. West Falls Church
12. Lower Platform
13. West Falls Church 11
14. The Rockclimbing Gym
15. West Falls Church 13
16. Robert F. Kennedy Memorial Stadium
17. Lacrosse 2
18. Dan and Rachael 2
19. Mini Golf at Hain's Point
20. The Washington Monument
21. The Duke Ellington Bridge
22. Steve, Dad and Grandmom
23. Woodley Park 1
24. The Wrens 03
26. Duddington Place Block Party 43
27. Duddington Place Block Party 18
28. The Nein 06
29. Metro Center 3
31. Virginia Square 4
32. The View
33. Liz's Place 7
34. New Year's Eve 10
35. Karaoke 8
Music for looking at old photos:
The Kinks -
My host in Boston was Liz, who is an old friend, former youth group cohort, concert-going buddy, and an offspring of the cul-de-sacs of suburban Maryland, just like me. I have photos of Liz from this weekend, but this is probably my favorite of her. A portrait of Liz, except, you know, without Liz.
Music for getting worked up for the weekend:
The Fall -
One of the great things about the New Year's Eve party I went to in Boston was the music. The hosts had an incredible record collection, and played a huge chunk of it throughout the evening. Radio Birdman, The Ramones, The Fall, Bruce Springsteen, The Nation of Ulysses, Naked Raygun, Stiff Little Fingers, The Jam, The Cure and more were played throughout the night. Best soundtrack for New Year's Eve, ever.
I've Got It
"...I decided to cap off the night with a tour-ending stage dive. I handed a shocked Joe Puleo my half-finished Manhattan and took off for the seething carpet of fans mashing against the edge of the stage. But instead of the "oh, you guys!" grins I expected to see on the faces of the band, I have just enough time to read "Get the fuck off our stage!" on Georgia's lips before James sticks out his leg and I go down hard, my face slams into the wedge teeth-first and in about 2.8 seconds flat, Joe has been hog-tied with a mic cable. James puts down his bass and holds back my arms while Joe gaffer-tapes my head to the keyboard of the Acetone somewhere around middle C. Joe picks up the maracas out of a puddle of my blood and drool and, before I pass out, I hear the band break into 'Sudden Organ.' I hear it was quite inspired."
--from Mac McCaughan of Superchunk's entry in What’s Your Worst Memory of Playing with Yo La Tengo?
Even though I didn't see them while I was in Boston, Yo La Tengo was the reason I was there. Every year, Yo La Tengo plays a series of Hannukah shows at Maxwell's in Hoboken, with a show on all 8 nights of the holiday. This year, Ira asked the Volcano Suns to get back together for a one of the evenings, and the Suns decided to play a warm-up show in Boston prior to heading down to New Jersey. Thank you, Ira! Without you, I wouldn't have ended up going to Boston on a whim.
Yo La Tengo -
One of the first YLT songs that I ever heard and one of the best pop songs of all time.
Yo La Tengo -
Not all of them can be winners, but if you aren't going to do it well, you may as well do it funny. Every year, Yo La Tengo does a live, all-request set on WFMU. One year, a listener called up and asked to hear Hey Ya, which the band gamely took a stab at.
Long Knives Drawn
One of the other great presents I received this year was a couple of knives. I used them for the first time while making dinner tonight, and it is great to have a decent pair of knives around the house. My mom says that hers never need sharpening, which made it sound like these are the type of knives you see people on infomercials use to cut through aluminum cans. I can't think of much reason to cut up some cans, but I imagine I could fashion some homemade caltrops out of the pieces and litter them around my entryway for non-existent intruders. I'm pretty sure the only person who would get hurt by them would be me though, so best to leave that to someone more paranoid than me.
Salvation Holdout Central
The rock star lifestyle doesn't just happen by itself, all of us, the friends, wannabes and hangers-on all make it possible by aiding and abetting the destructive behavior of our idols. While I don't know exactly who this article was written about, I was thinking of Mark E. Smith the whole time.
One of the neater gifts I received this Christmas was the Atari Flashback 2.0, which is a replica Atari system with a slew of classic old games on it. Anyone want to come over and play? My wrist is getting sore from these 2600-style controllers, which are the least ergonomic things ever. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to blow apart some centipedes and blast some spiders.
I’ve never put much truck in New Year’s resolutions. I never make them, since they seem kind of silly and pointless. Why is this one day so special that you promise to change your life for the better on it, or make up easily achievable goals for the purpose of getting something done this year? I resolve to floss. I resolve to not re-injure my knee. I resolve to fall in love. I have resolved nothing, really, but I will admit that the day does symbolically give me a break from some bad times, and give me hope for better days. I don’t have resolutions but I do have hope. Hope for love, health, happiness and all of the things that a person would want for themselves, their families and their friends.
Music for a brand new year:
The Specials –
I Wish I Were In Love Again