Monday, May 18, 2009

Captain Peg Leg

Tonight I fell for the third time this month.  While the other two involved falling backwards and resulted in some bruising, I fell up the cement steps and have been bleeding for four hours.  (And as much as I like self-portraits, this is one that you won't be seeing :) )

When did I take Kelly's spot as the clumsy one?

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

I'm Covered in Acrylics..

and trailing paint throughout the house.  I've given up on getting the paint off my body over the last few days, but at least it had been contained to me.  Now it's all over the kitchen, living room, my new running shorts, and my macbook.  

Painting should be finished this weekend, then its either another canvas or time for some serious scrubbing.  

Sunday, May 10, 2009

It was a Good Day

The flowers are starting to bloom in the Park!

If I'm not trying to solve my problems in the pool, I'm often singing to myself (in my head, people), and Friday's song was Ice Cube's "It Was a Good Day."  Not sure if I was doing the clean or dirty version--and who the hell gave me the clean version in college?  It wasn't until GTA San Andreas was playing at Paul's and I was rapping along using the clean version when he almost fell out of his seat.  The song was at least right about the whole weekend--well the title of the song.  I never really have to use my AK* in Connecticut or get to watch Yo! MTV Raps.

I'm exhausted and can hardly move, so here's a wrap-up:

-Swam, ran, wined on Friday
-Started massive painting project to cover Roses
-City on Saturday
-Massive humidity=sweaty, big haired Jessi
-Lunch with Randi, met her roomie and we people watched for hours on the West side
-Celebrity sighting!!  Richard Kind from Spin City.  
-Lost in the galleries in Chelsea.  Jeff Bark's show at Charles Cowles brought me down, but I was soon lost amid the constant in and out through the exhibitions.  Still hoping the inspiration lasts long enough to get some new stuff on my walls.  (Picking photos for printing later this week--will need lots of opinions.) 
-Dropped off the shirt that's been haunting me for the last week and had drinks with Perry in Hoboken, where the sun was actually out, watched it set and the sky turn that fantastic mix of colors that I love so much and almost makes me believe in something bigger than us.  
-Woke up early to make a video for my mom, complete with call-in from my brother.  Finally finished it and called her and Gams to wish them a Happy Mother's Day 6 1/2 hours away.
-Caught up with fake brother, Eric, for the fifth time this weekend.  If we ever figure out our love lives, I don't know what we'll have to talk about.
-Lots of painting--updated one of our coffee tables, hung an old painting in the kitchen, changed the frame on a canvas and continued the Roses project--not sure if I like it yet, but I've got lots of layers to paint still.  
-Super domestic day:  moved our furniture, filled in some holes on the walls and even did some plumbing!
-Another day of running and swimming.  Is it possible for my body to love and hate me so much at the same time?
-Capped it off with some Thai, calls with my favorite girls and am waiting for Jer to come home.  Screw Jer.  Bedtime here I come.  Eh, that boy always comes home right when I'm ready to go to sleep.  It's usually worth it, though.  

Someone call me and get me out of bed to run at 7.  Brownies to whoever actually does it anytime this week. 

*Did I really just joke about having an AK?  I've spent too much time with Republicans lately.  I hate guns.    

It's White House Correspondents Dinner Weekend!

Ever since Colbert hosted, I always look forward to waking up the morning after white house correspondent's dinner to check out the videos.  It brightens my morning news reading.  (I've been hearing lots of jokes this weekend about the fact that I don't get out of bed until 8 am each morning.  Now, if I still read actual newspapers, I would have to throw on the robe right away, sneak down the driveway hoping not to flash anyone, make some tea and sit on my back patio to read the papers, giving myself black hand.  Instead, I fire up the internet, read the morning's stories and don't have to get out of bed until closer to 8:30.)

What I'd forgotten about was how funny Obama and McCain were at the Alfred E Smith Dinner in the fall.  (Sidenote to all those ND protestors.  The New York (Arch)Bishop honored both McCain and Obama in the fall.  Quit protesting.  I'm sick of it and will take your graduation tickets to listen to him.  You might not be complaining if you had to sit through Dick Lugar's nuclear position statement as your commencement address.)  While we used to get a few funny moments with W, Obama was eager to kick off the show before letting Wanda take over.  

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Not so Sunny, San Diego Photos

I'm back from San Diego, have gone through my photos and finally removed the blur on all the photos from the bit of fuzz that invaded my camera body sometime in San Diego.   After a few wonderfully hot and sunny days, the weather turned cloudy when Sis rolled into town.  With no opportunity for a serious tan, she and I decided to turn each new beach and cliff into a bizarre photo shoot.  The parents were ready to ground us at the point that we started doing weird senior photos--we are way too old to pass for high schoolers.  Fortunately for me, Sis has no idea how to work a focus ring, so mine are too blurry to share.  

Running family vacation joke:  Dad ran a lighthouse in a past life; we're still trying to figure out which one it was.  I insist that he pose in front of them on every trip.  
Brenda is a 24 year old high school senior.  

Scariest spot for lunch EVER, although quite the interesting view of Blacks Beach.  

Monday, May 4, 2009

Fantastic Lineup at Last Night's Dark was the Night Benefit

In terms of charity concerts, last night's show blew the socks off the Tibet benefit from a few months ago--it was just an incredible group of artists, plus the show kept moving at a good pace.  But first things first, let's talk about the We Are the World moment that closes charity concerts.  There might be nothing that leaves me so embarrassed for someone else as the final group closing song.   I'm always throwing my head in my hands and muttering, is this really happening?  Last night's version was the epitome of this.  About 15 indie kids clustered on the corner of the stage with their acoustic guitars and decided to sing a Seeger song, as down the Street, another group of musicians was celebrating Pete Seeger's 90th birthday at MSG.  They broke into an acoustic version of "This Land is Your Land."  There was laughter throughout the crowd, while others tried to get into the moment and sing along.  Then Sharon Jones returned to the stage, stopped the performance and broke into a rousing performance along with her Dap Kings.  Best We Are the World fake-out ever.

I was psyched to see Bon Iver, The National and Feist, while Isaac couldn't wait to see My Brightest Diamond and The National, and other J Lau was up for the experience and the chance to check out some new bands.  The show was awesome; there was often a huge smile on my face as different artists joined the bands--no one loves performing with everyone else as much as Justin Vernon--his guitar work on Blood Bank and a new song by The National had me ready to jump out of my seat, while his duet with Feist brought tears to my eyes.  He was just as welcoming during his set as My Brightest Diamond joined them on Flume and The National joined for another song.  

But nothing is as fantastic as finally getting to see David Byrne live, let alone have him perform 4 songs that he has never done live, bringing an awesome drum line on stage with him.  After telling the guy sitting next to us that Byrne is responsible for my dancing as four year old me would imitate his videos as I watched intently on MTV, I was happy to hear him later say that he's still got his moves.  Isaac fell in love with Dirty Projectors, although his heart already belongs to My Brightest Diamond.  David Sitek won me over with his stage presence, the hand claps from his chorus, the fuzz from the bass, and the horns.  You can't go wrong with hand claps and horns!  And for a horn loving girl, Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings blew me away and made the night for other J Lau.  

Sunday, May 3, 2009

It's Time to Get Rid of Luke's Ugly Roses

Since Jeremy is moving out and taking his delightfully cheesy album covers and original nude art with him, it's time to paint over the Rose painting that Brown Guy left us.  I haven't painted canvases in over a year, but I'm ready to break out the brushes to cover this monstrosity.  It hangs in our crazily over-sized kitchen, which is bigger than some one bedrooms in New York, and we need something this large to break up the wall.  

Would love some suggestions for color combinations.  It's time to make my townhouse into a slightly more adult apartment.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Great. Now my hometown is known for having a panty thief

It's official, I'm no longer from Ohio.  Someone please construct a backstory for my first 18 years.  Preferably somewhere fun on the east coast or somewhere exotic.  

Kelly was texting me about this story last night, then I found the story online today.  Fortunately, I have Nick from home keeping me posted on the gossipy details of my former hometown.  :)

Friday, May 1, 2009

The Mood at BRUUUUUCE Had as Many Highs and Lows as a Drive Through the PA Countryside

After a highly entertaing/successfull trip to see The Boss in Jersey last summer, we were looking forward to another fun trek, this time to Philly. Should've known this day would be different since the sand storms and rain from our last trip never surfaced. Who would've known that I'd someday hope for horrible weather as a sign of an awesome set list?

We snuck out of work early and made the trek to Philly, set up a very small tailgate with the customary one chair that no one ends up sitting in out of politeness. (Note to self: really need to get a grill and more chairs before the next one.) Great to see everyone at the show though and I think I'll be framing the photo...maybe after photoshopping a bluish sky into the background.

As for the show itself, Jody from Philly, put it best. It's really awesome if you're a die-hard Springsteen fan who has NEVER gotten to hear some of songs from the earlier albums or the more folky offerings of Nebraska. For those of us who love to dance (I seriously didn't get to do any white girl dancing), sing-a-long and yell BRUUUUUUCE. It wasn't as awesome. Jods also was right about the E Street Band being fantastic, as long as you didn't look at the TV screen and see Patti slowly strumming that blue guitar, causing a Pavlovian response* of immediate finger shaking in her direction.

Set List
The Ties That Bind
Outlaw Pete
Spirit In The Night
Working On A Dream
Johnny 99
Raise Your Hand
London Calling
Red Headed Woman
Hungry Heart
The Promised Land
Streets Of Philadelphia
Kingdom Of Days
Radio Nowhere
Lonesome Day
The Rising
Born To Run

Hard Times
Thunder Road
Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out
Land Of Hope And Dreams
American Land
Kitty's Back

LOVE this kids sweatshirt and the hoodie zips up completely to cover his face with the skull bones. I thought it would be too creepy to ask him to do it again for the strange girl in a dress.
This as he questioned my skills of photography while I wasn't even looking in the lens. The Wachovia Center looks like the Gugg and he's quite blurry. COMEON! I'm the girl who wears a dress to concerts, of course, all my photos are golden.
This is how I like to picture these two.
Happy with a beer in hand.  

*And let's not talk about any other Pavlovian responses. Thank you very much.