Good Cop, Bad Cop.

She strikes again.

Fantastic. See it ASAP.

Little Children

New Music. Good Music.

Hot as hell in the great NYC today. I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all. I’m not a heat and humidity person. I’d rather snuggle in the cold. Heat: not made for snuggling.

I really don’t know what I’m talking about.

I decided to forgo the gym (AGAIN) today and walk home (per usual). However, I became somewhat frustrated as I was leaving the office as I realized that I’d forgotten my radio at home. That’s right, folks. My radio. Yes, not only do I still carry around my discman (nope, still no iPod) but I also carry around a radio. Muggins likes the variety. You just never know what you’re going to get.

So, as I’d forgotten the radio, I decided to make my way past Borders on the way. I’ve been revisiting the Indigo Girls’s Come On Now Social album for the last few days and I didn’t think it would keep for another 40-minute walk. So, I did what any other self-respecting woman (in the 90s) would do . . . I bought a CD for $17.99.

For crying out, bleeding loud.

Yes, Sarah, I know this isn’t in my new, swanky, budget. I think I need to add a budget allotment for my lack of willpower.

Believe me, I was highly annoyed . . . that is, until I popped my shiny new CD into my decrepit discman. I give you, ladies and gentleman, my new, favorite song . . . and one of my new, favorite groups. Hot damn, these chicks can harmonize . . .

Amazing purchase. I’m really, really, really happy with it. The album is called 40 Days. Go buy it (the actual CD, with the actual liner notes, designed by an actual designer) – you won’t be sorry. This is their older album. I’ll be buying their new one, Firecracker, shortly.

This is my kind of music.

OK, I’m done.

Almost.

Here’s a lovely looking tour date, from their website, for the NY folk. You can bet your sweet ass I’ll be there. (Because this fact makes you want to be there, too, yes?)

September 27, 2007 (Thursday)
New York, NY
Joe's Pub (425 Lafayette, New York, NY)
Time: 7pm
Tickets: $18
Website: Joe's Pub

(I friggin’ love discovering new music. New beautiful music.)

Too beautiful to keep in the comments section, Johnny.

Love all 14 minutes, 39 seconds of it.

I Dream A Highway

Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision come and rest my soul
I dream a highway back to you

John he's kicking out the footlights
The grand old opera's got a brand new band
Lord, let me die with a hammer in my hand
I dream a highway back to you.

I think I'll move down into Memphis
And thank the hatchet man who forked my tongue
I lie and wait until the wagons come
And dream a highway back to you.

The getaway kicking up cinders
An empty wagon full of rattling bones
Moon in the mirror on a three-hour jones,
I dream a highway back to you.

Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vison come arrest my soul
I dream a highway back to you.

Which lover are you, Jack of Diamonds?
Now you be Emmylou and I'll be Gram
I send a letter, don't know who I am
I dream a highway back to you.

I'm an indisguisable shade of twilight
Any second now I'm gonna turn myself on
In the blue display of the cool cathode ray
I dream a highway back to you.

I wish you knew me, Jack of Diamonds
Fire-riding, wheeling when I lead em up
Drank whisky with my water, sugar in my tea
My sails in rags with the staggers and the jags
I dream a highway back to you.

Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision come molest my soul
I dream a highway back to you.

Now give me some of what you're having
I'll take you as a viper into my head
A knife into my bed, arsenic when I'm fed
I dream a highway back to you.

Hang overhead from all directions
Radiation from the porcelain light
Blind and blistered by the morning white
I dream a highway back to you.

Sunday morning at the diner
Hollywood trembles on the verge of tears
I watched the waitress for a thousand years
Saw a wheel within a wheel, heard a call within a call
I dreamed a highway back to you.

Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision come molest my soul
I dream a highway back to you.

Step into the light, poor Lazarus
Don't lie alone behind the window shade
Let me see the mark death made
I dream a highway back to you.
I dream a highway back to you.

What will sustain us through the winter?
Where did last years lessons go?
Walk me out into the rain and snow
I dream a highway back to you.

Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision come and bless my soul
I dream a highway back to you

I dream a highway back to you
Oh I dream a highway back to you love
A winding ribbon with a band of gold
A silver vision come and bless my sould
I dream a highway back to you.

—Gillian Welch

Dun Dun Duuuuunnnnnn

AND of course there's already a t-shirt.

Flight of the Conchords

I am so pissed off that I cancelled HBO.

OOH ooh!

MTV's Unplugged is back!

Cris: Bon Jovi is up first! (Tonight at 8)

I must say, I'm looking forward to seeing Mary J. Blige . . . and, it pains me to say, John Mayer (toolbox that he is).

Love Unplugged. Unplugged . . . The State . . . really some of the only MTV shows I can/could watch without wanting to vomit.

(Even though I did get pulled into The Hills last season . . . believe me, that fact hurts my heart.)

(Oh, and then there was The Real World for awhile. Before it became horrible and highly annoying.)

OK, so I've watched a good share of MTV. Especially when living with one youngest sister. I really couldn't get away from it.

"Hey, Katy, what do you want to watch . . . NO, come on!! Stop! Ka . . . wha . . . I don't want to watch this!! . . . wha . . . What are they . . . Who's that . . . What? . . . So, what happened last week that she's now not talking to her? Uh huh? And she slept with HIM? Christ . . . We should order a pizza."

Bolster

SCORPIO (Oct. 23–Nov. 21): Now that we're almost halfway through 2007, it's time to assess how well you're capitalizing on this year's unique opportunities. So let me ask you a few questions. Have you been working hard to increase your value? I don't just mean economically, although it's true that this is the best time in over a decade for you to make more money and launch long-term plans for financial growth. But I hope that you're also adding to your worth in every way you can imagine, like by getting the training and new skills that will make you irresistible to future employers, lovers, and collaborators; and by purifying your motivations and clarifying your ethics and bolstering your integrity. —Rob Breszny, Village Voice

Yup, yup, yup.

Good.

True dat.

Scene: Sarah, niece, and I driving home to VA. Mugwatch making sister listen to Amos Lee . . .

Freedom is seldom found
By beating someone to the ground
Telling them how everything is gonna be now, yeah

Sarah: I feel pretty free after I beat on someone.

(And now I can't listen to the song without laughing. Beating people up is funny. And freeing, apparently.)

She's nothing if not creative (effing crazy).

Nothing but The Truth: The Author Of a Hoax Insists Her Creation Is No Fraud

The whole saga is really pretty damn interesting, if not convoluted.

P.S. I heart blueberry scones. It's like eating cake for breakfast!

I always forget how much I love this song until I hear it again.

love I get so lost, sometimes
days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
when I want to run away
I drive off in my car
but whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are

all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside

in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
the heat I see in your eyes

love, I don't like to see so much pain
so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive

and all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside

in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light,
the heat I see in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes

—If you don't know this song . . . you might be a little bit retarded.

Hey Cris, when's our next road trip? I'm pretty sure it's time to bring back our Trivial Pursuit A-game. My parents have no idea what's coming to them . . .

And, um, hey, it's rain New Yorkers . . . and clumsy, wispy rain at that. I'm pretty sure you don't need a patio table umbrella hot shot. Just saying . . .

No subject

Feeling big time ansy.

It ain't fun, folks. It ain't fun.

bored bored bored bored bored bored

We don't need no stinkin' patches.

Was just having a conversation with a friend about Rilo Kiley. Specifically what a good string of music you get if you put them into Pandora. Tis pretty good so far, I must say.

And, OF COURSE, the mention of Rilo Kiley immediately made me think of Troop Beverly Hills . . . possibly one of my (and Katy’s – Sarah, were you a fan?) favorite movies when I was a wee bit. Saw this movie SO many friggin’ times. It rocks it. (The link between Rilo Kiley and said awesome movie would be Jenny Lewis – lead child actress in movie, lead singer in Rilo Kiley.)







Did anyone else watch this movie? Was it just a Raising Kain thing? I wouldn't be surprised.

Katy: Next time you get your ass up here to visit moi, we’re buying this movie and playing this drinking game.

TV ShmeeV

Now that NBC has broken my little heart by yanking Studio 60 away (I can't even begin to tell you how upset I am about that), I am finding myself in need of some good television to replace it.

The Riches has taken a pretty good spot in the line up. It's really pretty amazing. AND now that FX is on my radar, I must say that I am quite excited for Damages to start.

We will see . . . we will see . . .

NBC: You should expect to get my strongly worded letter shortly. Effers.

tsk tsk Buffy. tsk tsk

'Skating' Love Assault

Procrastination Device #49783

Nic: Here's hoping you start contributing to my Procrastination a litte more frequently — you've been link-o-fied. (READ: Blog more, you silly thing . . . um, seriously.)

Citizen Boogie

Where to go, where to go . . .

LIGHTS-OUT

Pillar of Health.

I just woke up from a good 5 hour nap (with one break, too pee . . . um, too much information) and promptly ordered pizza.

I. Am. __________.

a. A Fat Ass
b. A Lazy Bastard
c. Way Behind on Sleep and Pizza

I leave you to it . . .

Word. Word. WORD.

SCORPIO (Oct. 23–Nov. 21): America's former poet laureate Robert Pinsky addressed an assembly at my daughter's high school. He read from his translation of Dante's Inferno and took questions from students. After hearing Dante's description of the nether regions, one boy asked Pinsky what his personal version of hell was. The poet said that each of us creates our own hell. The fearful and negative interpretations of reality with which we infect our imaginations constitute curses that we cast on ourselves. They terrify and enslave us so thoroughly that most of the difficult outer circumstances we encounter are mild in comparison. Your next assignment, Scorpio, is to work on dissolving the hell you carry around in your own mind. —Rob Brezsny, Village Voice