New Blogger

Blogger has coerced me to switch over to Beta. I know, I know, all the cool kids did it months ago. But Trent from Pink Is the New Blog had commented that it made his site go funkytown so I've been avoiding this because of his comments.

However, I am looking forward to using PC-like controls to type in bold and italic and stuff and writing quirky little labels.

Back to the peanut gallery...

Playlist #1 by The Whitest Girl You Know (who can't type)

Just sitting around with Mike and our "roommate" Glenn, playing with the Sonos.

Mike began the list with Climber, after which I decided to play:

Carmen Miranda - I Yi Yi Yi Yi
Chromeo - Needy Girl
Chromeo - You're So Gangsta
Co Flo - 89.9 Dentrimental
Jr Gong Marley - Welcome To Jamrock
Danger Doom - Bada Bing
David Bowie/Queen - Under Pressure
MIA - Fire Fire
Can Ox - F Word
Ghostface w some Jamaican dude - No No No
Ghostland Observatory - Paparazzi Lightning
Hall & Oates - I Can't Go For That (x2 by accident)
MIA/Diplo (Mix) - Fire Bam
"" - You're Good (I think I changed this)
Missy Elliot - Hot
Missy Elliot - The Rain (instrumental)
Amy Winehouse - Fuck Me Pumps (for Callie)
Blue Eyes vs. Bed Stuy - Crack Commandments/Fools Rush In
Outkast - BOB
Amy Winehouse - Rehab

1. 2. 1. 2. 3. Yeeeaaah...

This mixtape brought to you by Big Bang, Adult Swim and Sonos.

Tenacity

I have no idea what this word means, but I have no excuse for why I haven't posted in so long. I really do like to pretend that people actually read this. And I know you do because folks mention it in convo.

Whatevs. On with it...

Emergency

I was supposed to go home yesterday but the roads were too icey and it was way too windy to try. All last night I tossed and turned because I had a bad feeling about today. When I woke up, I called my mom at work, on her cell and at home. I called my dad and he had to call me right back. Sweet, 10 more minutes of sleepy time before the decision to go there is made. My dad calls me back to tell me my mom was admitted to the hospital last night. Something with her heart. He says she's fine, feels fine and is in good spirits. Oddly enough, he is too. So much for waiting another day.

I'm in a mild panic between the road conditions and my mom. My dad thinks she'll be out by the time I get home in 5 hours or whatever, but I still worry.

My Continued Search For Ambition

Many of my vague, sad sounding posts are due to the fact that I've lost whatever ambition I had a few years ago. I don't quite know how to get it back but I'm making an effort to put myself in a position for rediscovery (as long as I get off the wait list for this class I registered for at RISD). Anyway, the thing that I find hardest to figure out is how I ended up like this. Four years ago I wanted to take over the world. Now I don't want to leave bed if I don't have to.

I throw blame in this direction (napping) and that direction (my lifestyle) but none of it has effected me up until now. Then New York Magazine shows up in my mailbox, like it does every Wednesday, with the headline "Praise is Dangerous". Curious. I read it between drips of water from the ceiling and all the scientific data aside, I could relate. Bottom line: The more you tell a kid that they are smart, the less they try because they don't want to look not smart (I'm sure my grammar is "not smart" here).

It's unbelievably true. Not that I'm putting my lack of ambition on this, but it explains a lot. Growing up I was always told two things by many people - I'm smart and I'm skinny. My parents were never pushers and were mild cheerleaders at best. I think I tried so hard to do so many things because I wanted them to push me or be my biggest cheerleaders. Never happened. That's not saying they weren't encouraging or supportive. They just never pushed my accomplishments down my throat. They were busy with their own things (understandably) and were more or less caught off guard that I excelled. "Where did you come from?" was a common reaction to good report cards or art shows. Then I went to college...

My folks weren't in the picture as much to ground me. I let the smart comments (which weren't very hard considering the student body) get to my head and played the part of the casually cool smart girl. Everyone thought I'd be something big. The only thing big about me now is my unfortunate booty. Which leads me to my resistence to the gym. I still get the skinny comments and up until a month ago, I took it to heart and used it as my golden ticket out of the gym. But I guess that's a whole new topic in its own right.

So what happened? Did I hear too much that I'm smart and talented and can be successful that I somehow psyched myself out about not ever being successful? How does that happen? It's extremely pathetic that I do nothing to prove myself. I know I can do this or that but do I apply myself, strive for something? No. As far as I ever go, effort wise, is sending in a resume and cover letter, which seems like an exhausting process. I can blame everyone else or come up with excuses, but when it comes down to it, I don't want to look like a loser.

Why I Ride Lucky Star OR Boston Finally Got Some Snow

It snowed. Then there was the frozen rain. Then pouring rain, which lasted all of the 5 minutes it took to walk from the gym's door to my car (500 ft max). Then the rain froze again. Then my roof started leaking. I tried to get into my car last night around 9 to go pick up Callie in Cambridge and head over to Lauryn's in Brighton for some "fuck V-Day" bonding, but the car's handles were all frozen. Same problem this morning.Then it started snowing, again.

This morning, I cancelled my doctor's appointment and my plans to drive to my parents' house. My dad told me yesterday there were 900 accidents throughout the state of New Jersey (because no one bothered to put salt down). Isn't that bonkers?

I'm not about to be another casualty of mother nature. Especially after seeing video of a huge FedEx truck jack knife and slam another car into a police cruiser. Fucking scary.

I Finally Went Out to the Movies

On Sunday, I pulled myself away from watching such classic films on DVD such as Puppetmaster and the Dr WHO TV series to go see Facotry Girl with Ivy. I liked-not-loved it. It was painlessly short (1 hr 27 mins) and I had to pee from the moment I sat down.

I love any movie where NYC is the backdrop. Sienna Miller was born to play Edie Sedgwick and nothing else. I'm not completely up on my Factory who's who so certain characters confused me (like Mena Suvari's) because they would randomly pop in and out without notice or meaning. I did like how they depicted Warhol, although Guy Pearce's protruding mouth area was quite distracting. The fact that Edie's downfall was more or less placed on Warhol's shoulders was brave because everybody loves him and thinks he's a saint. It was nice to see him portayed in a more deviant light. And how "the folk musician" (a.k.a. Bob Dylan) confronted the ridiculousness of the Factory and what it stood for (if anything) was clever.

Bare with my movie reviewing, I haven't done so since college.

Anyway, the costumes were phenomenal. Here's my fav:

Anna Nicole Is DEAD!

So much for that paternity suit.

My guess is that her creepy lawyer/"husband" had something to do with this. He keeps the baby and gets all her money. In 20 years, he'll marry the baby. Scumbag.

MY THEORY: Go to a remote Bahamian island and look out for ANS. She pulled an Elvis (or Tupac) for real and is hiding out, expecting Howard K Stern to collect the money the baby inherits and bringing it back to her so she doesn't need to worry about the paternity suit shit. Happily ever after, the end.

Too bad she had a terrible drug problem or else I'd believe my own theory.

A Giddy Day

I've been having a great day and felt the need to share. I woke up and ran out to pick up as much Proenza Schouler for Target I could get my hands on before I had to face the crowds at the grocery store. Food shopping on Super Bowl Sunday is panic inducing. I picked up my poor, cute boyfriend who had to ride his bike in order to get to the gym. He was very cold and very happy that I saved him from a frigid ride home. We then gave the cat a bath, which he did not enjoy since he was more or less barking. He's really a skinny guy under all that fur.

Afterwards, Mike and I headed to Newbury St to hit up Stel's for some blue jeans for Mike. I scored a super cute tshirt dress from Saint Grace in this cool red color. Jon, the owner, told me I looked adorable. We then grabbed a bite to eat next door at Trident. Mmmmmm...mac n' cheese. That's one of the places I miss most about living in Back Bay. A few magazines were purchased and soon I was off to meet Callie for a lite dinner where we traded some coveted goods we both picked up. I grabbed her a cute swing coat and stripped green topper while she picked up a green chain tank and grey cardi to match my librarian look. We dished about work and talked shop, making plans to have another shopping date on Wednesday.

It's been a great day and hopefully the week will be just as good. Please excuse the cheeriness, I know some of you might not be used to it.

GO to Target

Believe the hype. The Proenza Schouler line for Target's GO International is off the meter. I practically bought out the stock at South Bay (who would of guessed Dorchester was the height of fashion!). As I shopped there, my partner in crime, Callie worked a North Shore Target that she claims was "practically untouched". Somerville however, pretty picked through. I got 3 incredible coats, including the grey suede cropped number pictured and tons more fun.

Based on my perusing of the Target website, some items have yet to be released such as the blue boustier top. However, the much coveted fuschia boustier dress was available at South Bay in size 11 and 13. Good rule of thumb for anyone planning on hitting the craze - pants run a size small so buy up (just like they did for Paul & Joe) and tops are true to size. The swing coats are adorable and boxy on purpose, so don't get scared... although I'm considering having mine taken in.

Poor Behnaz Sarafpour. Too bad there wasn't this much hype for her stuff, which was in stores throughout the fall and winter. It seems like the whole collection is still available online for a bargain. I remember the commercials on TV but I guess the stuff was not nearly as stellar as previous guest designers. I had just moved to Boston when Luella's stuff came out so I wasn't quick enough to move on it, although I saw the line at LaForce + Stevens before it was announced and had some enviable items. I picked up some basics from the Paul & Joe line, but the Behnaz stuff I didn't think twice about. It's a shame because she's a great gal. Must suck to be the least popular guest designer at Target.

An Open Letter From Me to Nicolas Cage

Dear Mr Coppolla (that's his real last name),



Please stop doing action movies. You're getting old, and the only old dude who should be doing action movies is James Bond. And you're no James Bond material. This also applies to Ben Affleck and Matt Damon, who were much more credible when they kept it local instead of wearing spandex.

Best of luck!

Me

P.S. Method Man better have at least a song on your movie's soundtrack because he was Johnny Blaze a.k.a. Ghost Rider WAY before you were.

P.P.S. Same goes for Ghostface when the Iron Man movie comes out.

Sarah Silverman Is Magic!

Caroline and Michelle predicted that if Mike and I have children I will have one smart, pretty girl and one gay son. Since I've already met my gay son (who went to college with a bunch of Mike's friends), I hope I found my daughter in Sarah Silverman. Unfortunately, I couldn't sit through her entire movie because I was watching it with my mom and she was saying "c-u-next Tuesday" a bit too much and although it didn't bother my mom, it bothered me that it didn't bother my mom.

She's fucking hilarious and now I have to go back and finish watching the premiere of her show.

Boston: Home of the Whitest Rappers (SPOILER ALERT!)

Many moons ago Mike was a rapper. He had many friends who were white rappers. Some of indie hip hop's best known white rappers (7L and Esoteric) are from Boston too. Now you can add Sulley to that list of white Boston rappers. The Southie native won The White Rapper Show and someone had a party for him the other night. As I got sucked in to the first two episodes, I took up civic pride and cheered on Sulley. Even if he's not the best, he was far better than some of those losers on the show who got all into racial equality and shit.