my 100th blog entry!

why not celebrate with cool stuff!?

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2. SFMOMA exhibit of Ann Hamiton’s indigo blue, an interesting commentary on class and economy. go to the link and click, “start program” and watch the three videos of installation inception and intention.

3. strange creatures found in antarctic waters.

4.  fm3 buddha machine.  asmall plastic machine producing ambient noises by toggle switching.  mine is orange!

5.  the journal of popular noise.  this is a journal of sound, of noise. each issue is a 45rpm record. and it looks like this:

i haven’t had a chance to listen to mine yet, because my 45 insert is too small (weird?) and i have to get new ones. but i am sure it will rock my noise loving world!

6.  installations at cca, specifically MINE! i did/am doing a nature simulation installation in the studio. right now it’s just a 3d sketch of something i hope to expand later…some how. pictures forth coming.  idea is cooler than product right now.

7.  my pals catherine, dene, joanna, and robert for taking me out in SF last night and for filling me with jack n gingers and intelligent, funny company! xo! pictures forthcoming?

i can’t function normally anymore

last night, february 13th, tay and i drove over the bay bridge to san francisco, down geary street, stopped in at panda express for a bite, and then walked two blocks to the fillmore where we saw siouxsie motherfucking sioux‘s mantaray tour.

i don’t even think i can do anything normal after seeing such an amazing show.

siouxsie and the banshees formed in 1976-quickly becoming a vital part of the british punk scene. they put out album after brilliant album (all of which i own!) and 20 years later they split. since (and during) then, siouxsie (frontwoman) and her now ex husband (budgie- drummer) released music as the creatures.

2007 saw siouxsie’s first solo album, mantaray. i bought it as soon as it hit the U.S. (september?) and have been listening to it everyday since. i can say she is the most influential musician to me, so seeing her perform last night left me entranced and speechless.

the crowd was a great mix of old and new goths, punk kids, and cardigan wearers.  (i realized being there, i have become too normal looking- tho i do have a rocking haircut right now!)  she played the entire mantaray album and then some classic banshees which made me freeeak out and sing at the top of my lungs! when she busted out spellbound, she came over to my side of the stage (i was right up there) and sang to me! i swear- it lasted like 7 seconds!

ha. clad in a silver and black lycra suit and leather utility belt, she commanded the stage and fucking rocked out. i can’t even believe she’s 51. she is super hot and energetic! my life is now complete and i can die happily.  although, i do feel the need to actually meet her. how will i finagle that? read a great article about her album here.

Mortified

This weekend was a great break in routine! Friday after work, my pals and I went into SF to see Mortified live. Mortified is, as my cousin Jaclyn describes, a mix between post-secret and Augusten Burroughs. Yes.

 

In actuality, it is a book compiled of old journal and diary entries from 80’s teen angst, sexual fantasies, religious inquisitions, and desperate means of survival. Needless to say, this stuff is super hilarious, but also a little unsettling due to similarities of personal growing pains.

 

The event was held at the Make-Out Room on 22^nd between Valencia (where all the dirty, sexy young kids hang out) and Market (where there are too many abandoned beautiful old theaters and eye glass stores).

 

The Make-Out Room is decked out in anything and everything glittery and sardonic. Silver streamers whirled from the ceiling, Mardi Gras beads framed the lazy spin of the disco ball, and the walls were lined with dense flower-printed chairs hiked up under Formica end tables- glued to the blue and orange vinyl flooring, and muddied-turquoise love-booths prevented walking room at the front of the bar/performance theater caboosed by a petite dark stage.

 

My favorite journal writer performed there on Friday too (Will Seymore)! It was they guy who wrote about his “Aunt Liza” (Minnelli that is), his unhealthy obsession with the soap opera The Guiding Light, his accidental shop-lifting habit, hatred of all things gym class, and infatuation with lemon bar recipes and salt-dough wreaths.

 

I laughed the whole way through as former geeks, Presbyterian nymphos, and utopian tendencied Goth chicks read their most embarrassing entries, through the competition of “worst teenage poet,” and through bursts of the-best-of-the-best 80’s tunes. I left with pit stains and laugh cramps and can’t wait to go again when they are back next month! Wanna come with?

 

Then on Saturday, we went to see Knocked-Up. Normally I would have been completely put off by this crude title (and the basic premise of the movie), but my boys from Freaks and Geeks

were in it, so I had to see it. I must admit, I laughed way too much and have no regrets on seeing it. There were some questionable areas, but dammit I needed to let loose and I did! Don’t pay $10 for it though- wait till its out on video.