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I have my moments

“Did you just try to throw the helium-filled balloon on the floor?”Unfortunately, there were only two people present when this question was asked and I was not the questioner.
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learnin' learnin' learnin' learnin'

Yup, after all these years, it's now time to be a big girl and to become a pharmacist. Mmm! I knew that it would be very hard and time-consuming... but I didn't think that I wouldn't have time for music anymore. Well, with the exception 30 minutes in my car everyday... Maybe I'll end up being completely lost in new music, not knowing what to listen to? Anyway. Time will tell! Maybe after my internship, it will get better? Improbable! At least there is Radiohead on August 6th... and last week, I saw Karkwa for the 3rd time. Great night, as usual... Thanks God for the spare day!
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2008年6月30日料理の週末

この週末は甘美(かんび)物を食べた。友達と料理をしました。Baptisteはとても上手です。日曜日、梓に会いました。遅くだった....後で駅からパン屋まで歩いて行きました、そして遊びました。たのしかった、よくたべた、日本人としゃべりました。梓さんお誕生日はおめでと!!!
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ah, my lovely little w-a-s-t-e-rels!the glesca green gig, for those of you who weren't there was fantastic, on a par with the oxford south park and meadowbank gigs in scale and excellence. the new songs took on a life of their own and i think the band has finally evolved beyond the comfort blanket of the bends and ok computer, albums most bands would tour to death for decades if they had the chance. it isn't a great surprise, i suppose. i'm old and ugly enough to remember the fanzines bitching about creep being an albatross around their neck that they'd never get away from. 2+2-=5 also sounded better live than i ever remember it.don't get me wrong, the oldies still bring a tear to the eye, or maybe it was the rain. it was glasgow, after all...one minor complaint - for all their bluster about fans using public transport to travel to the show, i'm pretty sure the band's environmental considerations would have been equally well-served by a few energy-saving light bulbs in the stage show. sanctimoniousness never sits wells with rock bands, look at bono.my associate FACTS (FOR IT IS HE!) popped his radiohead cherry at the gig and, despite being a long time fan, was blown away. much amazement and nostalgia which lead to many conversations like;"how many years ago did we first hear this one?""dunno, but i could see my willy without breathing in!""fuck that, i could still breathe in!"FACTS (FOR IT IS HE!) is the slightly tamer brother of known associate THE LEGEND.THE LEGEND, by the way, recently had his offer of commitment knocked back by his own stalker. seriously.anyway, the gang all gathered at the domicile of mr and mrs FACTS (FOR IT IS THEY!) for a lovely bbq (with many meat-free options) the next day. friendships, family and absentees were toasted with much vigour. i made short work of a bottle of tuscan chianti, a lovely rioja and a wine to be confirmed at a later date. no gelatin in them, either...due to the length of the gathering, and my desire to not make a drunken fool of myself, much care was taken to pace said boozing. i made a pretty good job of it, all told, if the hostess MRS FACTS (FOR IT IS SHE!) is to be believed.i even declined to do my party piece of tiffany - i think we're alone now. restraint, thy name is steve...another reason, dear friends, for the restraint was the looming, dreaded sunday shift at the death star. bad enough in itself, hungover it is impossible. making matters worse was the return of the lovers (see previous blogs for details) and the offer of danger-sex in the disabled toilets held hazard enough, without the handicap of a hangover.fortunately, the lovers seemed not to have fallen out on hoilday, and only had eyes for each other. a boring shift ensued so i decided to peruse a well-known internet auction site. i wasn't ready for what happened next.dear readers, i swear i went home and straight to bed the previous night. surely, the wine hadn't caused me to bid for items i can ill-afford and wipe the memory from my brain?the evidence to the contrary was plain. i had bid for a rather nice pair adidas gazelles, a lovely harrington jacket and......a roman centurion's helmet.i suppose it would've completed the look. ah well, i didn't win. the finances remain the right side of pitiful.thanks for listening to my drivel, i love you all.i do. i love you.steve x.
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Theory: The universe has taken my brain hostage and is declining its return until I — (what is something I could never do?) — stop thinking about and referring to myself in a pejorative manner.Alternate theory: My brain is suffering severe atrophy and what currently seems like a mere hiatus in relative normalcy is actually a permanent and therefore everlasting calamity.Moderately realistic and highly metaphorical theory: Recent events have caused my brain to go on a sympathy strike due to my figurative heart’s recent cease in [more] figurative operation.Extra-terrestrial theory: My brain is currently being borrowed without consent by experimenting aliens and has been replaced with a makeshift brain.Word to the mothership: If this is the case, I’ve noticed. Unimpressive.Existentialist theory: I am having a quarter-life crisis.Paris Hilton theory: I am stuck in a blonde moment.Data: My behavior.Tests: Subject is an unwilling participant.Observations: Disconcerting.Conclusions: None.Serenity: Later.Despair: Certain.
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Add this to the list

Here’s another pet peeve of mine:When you see someone and go, “How are you?” and they say, “Hello,” or worse, “Hey.”That’s how you are?I’m asking you for a summarized mental status report here. Answering isn’t optional.Allow me to share some conversations from the past week which may or may not have directly inspired my sudden irritation:Me: Hi! How are you?Someone more socially retarded than myself: Hey.Me: …Me: How are we doing today?Someone more socially retarded than myself: Hello.Me [patience wearing thin]: …Me: How. [pause] Are. [pause] You?Someone more socially retarded than myself: I’m outside right now, actually.Me [done with the world]: …I’ve overdosed on human interaction lately. I hope no one ever talks to me again.
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Трудности перевода

Если вы ещё сомневаетесь, какую музыку играют Радиоголовые, спешу сообщить, что индейскую. Об этом можно узнать в русскоязычном Facebook'е. Я всегда говорила, что индейскую, а надо мной смеялись и утверждали, что инди. Вот теперь идите и смотрите:)))
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Heartbroken

Let me back let me back I promise to be good don't look in the mirror at the face you don't recognize help me call the doctor put me inside put me inside put me inside put me inside put me insideI want to be whole again
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Bueno...

hoy realmente no me levantè con muchas ganas de algo...me duele el cuerpo...mi imàgen no se asemeja a nada conocido..espero algùn dia morir en el olvido de estas sustancias que me vuelven tranquilamente a mi lugar.lloro lentamenteno te creoespero que lo sepasno te creo nada de nada.
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How to annoy me

have a low tolerance for humanity in general, but this week really made me want to slather myself in gasoline and light a match. Here are some things to avoid if you want to stay on my good side:1. Don’t stop mid-conversation with your “boy” as I pass you in the hallway and attempt to entice me with a line like, “Oh, hey, what’s going on, beautiful?” except it sounds more like, “Yo, wuz goin’ on, boodaful?” only to follow it up with, “Bitch,” as I ignore you and continue walking. I prefer my men how the general population prefers their newscasters: able to enunciate.2. Don’t ask me about the “spanish” side of my family unless you want me to ask you about the history of inbreeding in yours.3. Don’t have a two-minute debate in the library with your best friend at the table next to mine regarding the authenticity of my tote bag, causing me to finally get up and say on my way out, “Yes, ladies, it’s Coach.”4 Don’t say, “y’know?” after explaining how you just had an acid trip flashback in the middle of work. No, I don’t know.Future unemployment line of America, I’m looking at you when I say this: stop annoying me. Please.
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Absolutely no fun allowed

So, public speaking. Very few people like it and those people are rarely seen by the rest of the world as they are no doubt currently holed up in various mental institutions. The rest of us are usually told to imagine something funny before we deliver our speeches to help ease our nerves.The typical example is to imagine someone in their underwear. Funny? No. Something I probably don’t want to see unless Jared Leto happens to be in the audience? Yes.Thus, when public speaking occasions arise, I have to call on my own natural form of Xanax. To this day, the funniest thing I’ve ever imagined is a playground wherein there is a sign stating: ABSOLUTELY NO FUN ALLOWED. Agree? Disagree?Before you disagree, I ask this of you: just imagine it.Okay, I gave your imaginative abilities too much credit. I’ll make it easy:

That was probably a bad example, as I’m unsure how anyone could have an experience resembling a good time with those wimpy pieces of plastic masquerading as slides, but you get the point.Anyway.I know what you’re thinking. How would such a rule be enforced? The police, of course, from the No Fun division.

It’s probably a good thing I gave up my dream of becoming the president in first grade.
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This is a little annoying

If you are viewing this blog from work and being the reason why everyone is underpaid (they have to account for lack of productivity from lazy individuals such as yourself) or lack speakers for some reason, here is what it says:Hi, this is Vanessa. A few things: number one, this is not Dave’s phone. Do not leave a message for Dave. He’s obviously never going to call you back since he didn’t care enough about you to inform you of his number change. Number two, don’t leave a message for me either. Again, do not leave a message for me either. I don’t listen to my messages because I let them build up and then it just stresses me out, so I delete them all. If I want to talk to you, rest assured, I’ll see your missed call and I will call you back. Bye-bye.Simple enough, right? Wrong. So very wrong. Though I have had this phone number for almost a year, at least twice a week, I have two or more voicemails that begin with, “Hi Dave…”Even more disturbing than that, I end up with a ton for myself, including ones that start with, “NESSA! I know you listen to these mes–”See what just happened there? I deleted it. I know I come off like I’m socially retarded, but such precautions are necessary, for it legitimately stresses me out to listen to voicemails. Please, citizens of this already doomed country, don’t make me doubt our fate more than I already do: follow
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Manchester LUCC

とうとう最終日。楽しいことは、あっという間に終わっちゃうんだよね。Manchester は、実に怪しい天候だった。昼間、街中で買い物してお茶してたら、いつの間にか雨が降り出してた。今日もか・・。ちょっとブルーな気分になった。今日の会場は、Manchester 郊外の Old Trafford という場所。Metro に乗ってかなきゃいけない。そしてまた、Box Office で Ticket 受け取りが必要。雨なら、ギリギリに行きたいとこだけど、Ticket 受け取りがあるので3時に着くように出発する。Old Trafford の駅を出てすぐ会場の LUCC があって、もうかなり長い行列ができている。よく見ると、それは Ticket 受け取りの人の列で、開場待ちの人たちはまた違う集団らしい。とりあえず、Ticket の列には私が並んで、友達は開場待ちらしい方へ。日曜ってこともあるだろうけど、けっこう皆、気合い入ってるなあ。この Ticket の列も微妙で、WASTE の窓口と、チケットマスターの窓口とあるらしいのに、誰も気にせず、長い列を見ると、皆その続きで並んでしまう。Ticket 持ってる人も、何の疑問も無く並んでるらしい。なんでそんなことがわかるかというと、私の前にいるアメリカ人のお兄さんがとてもおしゃべりで、親切(おせっかいともいう)な人で、絶えずいろんな人に話しかけては、間違いを正してあげてるから。もちろん、私もチェックされました(笑)。お兄さんは、最初違う列に並んで、結局 WASTE Ticket なので並び直したのだとか。それはともかく、Old Trafford に着いてから、嘘のように晴れ上がって、(もちろん雲はあるけど)雨の心配がなくなったのが、何より嬉しい。item14hz8.th.jpgitem16ud4.th.jpgitem2ga5.th.jpg写真は、今回の UK Tour で唯一 Manchester だけの前座 MGMT 。このバンドと、Bat For Lashes の間、ふと横のクラブハウスのような建物を見上げたら、Colin と Jonny が仲良く窓から外を覗いていた。どうやら、そこが楽屋代わりらしい。Jonny は一瞬で引っ込んでしまったが、Colin の方は観客に応えて手を振ったり、果てはカメラを持ち出してステージ前の観客の群れを撮影してみたり、すっかりくつろいでいるようだった。お茶目な人だ。(ライブ終わったあとも、同じ窓から一人で顔出して、タバコ吸ってた。)今日も当然、 Jonny 側。Jonny は今日も、サービス満点。今日は晴れてるから、たっぷりJonny 撮影しました。ただし、携帯デジカメで、フラッシュも無いし、ズームも甘いので、目で見た姿より、小さくしか写らないのが、何とも歯がゆい。でも、何枚も撮ってるうちに、なんか楽しくなってやたら撮りまくった。もちろん、thom 中心にね。で、あとで数えてみたら、一番撮った曲が Myxomatosis で14枚!thom でパラパラ漫画ができそう(笑)。私は写真撮るの下手で、何が撮りたかったのかあとで見てわからないものがあるのだが、今回も何枚もある。思い切りぶれて、見切れてたり。これは、すべてColin を写そうとして、失敗したやつ。定位置だと奥すぎて、私のカメラじゃ写せないので、前に出てくる瞬間を狙ったもの。でも、無理があり過ぎ。Colin を狙ったはず、と思って見ても、どれが Colin かもわからない(笑)。今日は、ちょっと面白いものを見てしまった。Ed が観客に向けて、投げキッス。さすが Ed 。r の中で、投げキスとか一番似合うかも・・が、その後、何を思ったか、Ed は盛んに照れて、頭ポリポリしたりしてた。こちらから見ていると、その方が不思議。Ed が気障なことして、その後、照れるなんて(笑)。thom や Jonny の真似?それとも、照れた仕草が流行ってるのかな。Jonny もよく頭ポリポリやってるよね。今日も、 Fake Plastic Trees 聴けた。thom 今日は、歌詞ばっちり。Glasgow で復習したもんね。前座が2つだったのに、いつもより早いよな、と思ってたら、最後におまけがあった。2度目のアンコールが終わっても、スタッフが片付けに出てこないから、もしや、と思ったら、やっぱり。最後の曲は、Lucky だった。今日は1曲多く聴けて、君たち Lucky だったね、ってことかな。それとも、2回続けて雨降られなくて Lucky 、かな。・・私は、UK でライブ見れて Lucky だったな。今日は、すごく楽しいライブだった。帰りの Metro 何故か一駅で降ろされて、仕方なく乗り換えたバスの中は市バスなのに、r ファンだらけ。Manchester へ向かう道中、自然に大合唱が始まった。Karma Police ???そもそも radiohead の曲か?と思ったら、Creep だった。下手過ぎだって・・(笑)。でも、皆楽しそう。また来たいな。うん、きっと来る。item4nx3.th.jpg
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