Hey everyone, I'm trying to figure out when I should come home around Christmas. I was thinking we could all say where we'll be around that time, maybe get a New Years party together again or something? I want to see everybody in Charlotte and Chapel Hill, so I'll try to come during a window when everybody's back in town.
Comment away!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
i'm currently in the car stealing internet, so let's make this quick, huh?
i miss you. all of you.
lynchburg is nice. very beautiful. makes for some good bike rides and good hikes. marriage is nice too. and hard sometimes too. but in a good way.
open invitation for anyone who wants to visit when the extra bed is put together. also, lee and i will be in chapel hill on nov. 5th to see anathallo. see some of you there? maybe? hope so.
more to come later. love love.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Updatin'
Hey ladies and germs, I'd been meaning to give a good ol' life update so you know where I work, where I live, and where to send presents to me and things like that.
I live on at the 12,053rd residence of Guerin St. (the second apartment) in Studio City, California. At the end of my street is CBS studios, where they shoot CSI:NY (the parts that aren't in New York I guess) and other famous television shows. It's a great location with many neat places to walk to like a 24-hour diner, Trader Joe's, Von's grocery store, a bunch of fashionable clothing stores, and a Farmer's Market that happens on Sunday mornings. Johnny Knoxville shops at the same Trader Joe's as me. When I saw him, I walked up to him and hit myself in the nuts. He was not impressed.
I live with Katie McNeill, Garret Kemble, CC Pearce, and Jonathan Nelson Mackey. We got this dope town house. Here is our landlord (no joke). CC got the master bedroom, and Katie the other real bedroom. Garrett got the converted office, and Jon and I share the dining room. It's pretty funny looking, especially because there's a chandelier meant to hang over the middle of a table in the center of the room. It's at eye-level and Jon and I are both tall, so you can often here a whomping twinkling of glass followed by a quick burst of profanity as we knock our heads against it over and over again. The house has a big living room and a nice patio, so it doesn't feel too cramped. We've had a long list of guests also living with us since we got here, like Tim Phillips, Bobby Sweatt, Mark Mowbray, and numerous others. Feel free to add yourself to this list at any time.
I got a job watching DVDs all day. For example, today, I watched 8 hours of Walker, Texas Ranger. I look for issues like misspellings in the Closed Captions, video defects, and things I think are funny to show my boss and people I work with. Jon and I not only share a room at home, but work in a small space together as well.
I did a short internship as a second assistant editor for a new Haley Joel Osment movie. I think I've told all of you about my ant-faced experience so I'll spare the details. I did watch a rough cut of the movie the other day, after which, one of the other intern viewers asked "Did they use as old man as a stand in for Haley in that one shot? His hand was so hairy."
After seeing what editing a movie is like, I decided it isn't something I want to do professionally. I'd love to do it some more on my own, but the guys I worked with were 15 or 20 years older than me and still organizing footage for someone older than them to edit. I'm okay putting my life into working towards an artistic goal, but not for that job. Now, I'm using my spare time to record new songs and work towards becoming a real live musician.
So, all in all, LA kind of sucks, but there are some great people here, and I'm experiencing some great things. I drove down Laurel Canyon Blvd. the other day to Highway 1 to Malibu. Driving through the canyons is amazingly pretty, especially after being around the concrete grossness of the city. It feels more mountain-towny. Very twisty roads with suprisingly beautiful overlooks of the city. There's a nice cove along the highway where I pulled off to sit on the beach and watch the sunset. Although you couldn't see the sun directly when it went behind some trees, it reflected off the ocean in this way that made it glow orange and pink, which slowly turned to a glimmery white as it was close to a full moon. That filled in my heart a little bit where it's missing the North Carolina fall.
I've got some tunes to better express the experience of being out here. I'm sure there's a way to put them into the blogosphere. They could probably help to fill in the gaps of crappy writing skills and lack of sweet adjectives.
Woot on that friends, I'll leave you with a picture from my birthday party this past Friday. It was an "Express Yourself" theme where everyone was told to wear clothes expressing their inner being. My inner being is available at American Apparel.
I live on at the 12,053rd residence of Guerin St. (the second apartment) in Studio City, California. At the end of my street is CBS studios, where they shoot CSI:NY (the parts that aren't in New York I guess) and other famous television shows. It's a great location with many neat places to walk to like a 24-hour diner, Trader Joe's, Von's grocery store, a bunch of fashionable clothing stores, and a Farmer's Market that happens on Sunday mornings. Johnny Knoxville shops at the same Trader Joe's as me. When I saw him, I walked up to him and hit myself in the nuts. He was not impressed.
I live with Katie McNeill, Garret Kemble, CC Pearce, and Jonathan Nelson Mackey. We got this dope town house. Here is our landlord (no joke). CC got the master bedroom, and Katie the other real bedroom. Garrett got the converted office, and Jon and I share the dining room. It's pretty funny looking, especially because there's a chandelier meant to hang over the middle of a table in the center of the room. It's at eye-level and Jon and I are both tall, so you can often here a whomping twinkling of glass followed by a quick burst of profanity as we knock our heads against it over and over again. The house has a big living room and a nice patio, so it doesn't feel too cramped. We've had a long list of guests also living with us since we got here, like Tim Phillips, Bobby Sweatt, Mark Mowbray, and numerous others. Feel free to add yourself to this list at any time.
I got a job watching DVDs all day. For example, today, I watched 8 hours of Walker, Texas Ranger. I look for issues like misspellings in the Closed Captions, video defects, and things I think are funny to show my boss and people I work with. Jon and I not only share a room at home, but work in a small space together as well.
I did a short internship as a second assistant editor for a new Haley Joel Osment movie. I think I've told all of you about my ant-faced experience so I'll spare the details. I did watch a rough cut of the movie the other day, after which, one of the other intern viewers asked "Did they use as old man as a stand in for Haley in that one shot? His hand was so hairy."
After seeing what editing a movie is like, I decided it isn't something I want to do professionally. I'd love to do it some more on my own, but the guys I worked with were 15 or 20 years older than me and still organizing footage for someone older than them to edit. I'm okay putting my life into working towards an artistic goal, but not for that job. Now, I'm using my spare time to record new songs and work towards becoming a real live musician.
So, all in all, LA kind of sucks, but there are some great people here, and I'm experiencing some great things. I drove down Laurel Canyon Blvd. the other day to Highway 1 to Malibu. Driving through the canyons is amazingly pretty, especially after being around the concrete grossness of the city. It feels more mountain-towny. Very twisty roads with suprisingly beautiful overlooks of the city. There's a nice cove along the highway where I pulled off to sit on the beach and watch the sunset. Although you couldn't see the sun directly when it went behind some trees, it reflected off the ocean in this way that made it glow orange and pink, which slowly turned to a glimmery white as it was close to a full moon. That filled in my heart a little bit where it's missing the North Carolina fall.
I've got some tunes to better express the experience of being out here. I'm sure there's a way to put them into the blogosphere. They could probably help to fill in the gaps of crappy writing skills and lack of sweet adjectives.
Woot on that friends, I'll leave you with a picture from my birthday party this past Friday. It was an "Express Yourself" theme where everyone was told to wear clothes expressing their inner being. My inner being is available at American Apparel.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
This blog is like a selective you tube filter. It's delicious or those other things where you have favorites and you can follow someone's favorites cause you like what they like for themselves...
It's very fun and nice, but I sort of want read about something that's going on with everyone.
What have you been thinking about the most the past few weeks? Anything you can't shake? Anything terribly interesting to you? I'm just curious about what's goes in people's heads, because so much goes through mine. Three days feels like a very long time to me so much happens in my mind.
or you can ignore this and we'll just keep doing what we're already doing.
It's very fun and nice, but I sort of want read about something that's going on with everyone.
What have you been thinking about the most the past few weeks? Anything you can't shake? Anything terribly interesting to you? I'm just curious about what's goes in people's heads, because so much goes through mine. Three days feels like a very long time to me so much happens in my mind.
or you can ignore this and we'll just keep doing what we're already doing.
Friday, October 17, 2008
WTF?
Seriously, what the...?
At a dinner sponsored by the Arch-Diocese of New York, to benefit needy children?
I don't even know what to say. Are these funny?
At a dinner sponsored by the Arch-Diocese of New York, to benefit needy children?
I don't even know what to say. Are these funny?
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
New Way to Eat a Sweet Potato
Yesterday, I had a sweet potato stuffed with black beans, tomatos, sour cream, and cilantro. It was delicious and very filling. Reminded me of the sweet potato burrito at Carrburritos.
That is all.
That is all.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
“There is only one book. And this is the book.”
There are just so many things to be excited about. Not least: MORE INFORMATION THAN YOU REQUIRE drops on October 21st. (There will be continuous pagination.)
John Hodgman's previous book was my sense of humor, but refined and amplified to sublimity.
Here's something that is apparently not a book trailer:
(I basically just copied this from my other blog.)
John Hodgman's previous book was my sense of humor, but refined and amplified to sublimity.
Here's something that is apparently not a book trailer:
(I basically just copied this from my other blog.)
Culture too?
I found this Michael Pollan op/ed pretty interesting...it's about food, oil, and what the president can/should try to do (or at the least the agricultural/socio-cultural problems that we already face). We can't ignore it anymore.
F*** corporate farming!
An Open Letter to the Next Farmer in Chief
And on a "lighter" note...
F*** corporate farming!
An Open Letter to the Next Farmer in Chief
And on a "lighter" note...
Monday, October 13, 2008
Culture...?
Articles I liked:
Hipster: The Dead End of Western Civilization
Time to Quit Facebook
I admit I ride a fixed gear, but I ride alone.
Hipster: The Dead End of Western Civilization
Time to Quit Facebook
I admit I ride a fixed gear, but I ride alone.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
“I Believe in You”
This is mainly for Bobby, but anyone else who watched the video he sent around a while back might think it's cool.
So I got really excited when I found out that Lambchop had a new album out this week.
This morning I listened to it. And what was the last song?
You guessed it. A cover of Don Williams's “I Believe in You.”
So I got really excited when I found out that Lambchop had a new album out this week.
This morning I listened to it. And what was the last song?
You guessed it. A cover of Don Williams's “I Believe in You.”
Friday, October 10, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
The Chairman
So Emily and I have been playing the sentence game, but with different rules. No rules actually. Here is one I made today. The sentence was "Because in China they don't have chairs."
The Great Debaters
Liliana Segura says:
The first problem with this debate was calling it a debate. The second was calling it a "town hall." In the strange, stilted ritual atop the red carpet at Nashville's Belmont University, the studio audience looked less like an inquisitive cross-section of the American public than it did a cast of apolitical drones programmed to deliver canned questions in exchange for canned lines. This was mostly thanks to the rules. The two candidates were literally, according to guidelines agreed upon by the two campaigns, prohibited from addressing each other directly. The result was an hour and a half of parallel speechifying in which disagreements were expressed in terse, passive-aggressive sideswipes by two men who, as McCain might say, clearly "don't like each other very much." In such a format, meaningful discussion -- or even entertaining television -- is fairly impossible.
The first problem with this debate was calling it a debate. The second was calling it a "town hall." In the strange, stilted ritual atop the red carpet at Nashville's Belmont University, the studio audience looked less like an inquisitive cross-section of the American public than it did a cast of apolitical drones programmed to deliver canned questions in exchange for canned lines. This was mostly thanks to the rules. The two candidates were literally, according to guidelines agreed upon by the two campaigns, prohibited from addressing each other directly. The result was an hour and a half of parallel speechifying in which disagreements were expressed in terse, passive-aggressive sideswipes by two men who, as McCain might say, clearly "don't like each other very much." In such a format, meaningful discussion -- or even entertaining television -- is fairly impossible.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
My First Editorial
Hey friends,
not that this means anything to anyone in particular who reads this blog considering only (two?) of us are still going to UNC, but...I had first letter to the editor published today.
Here it is!
Love,
Annie
not that this means anything to anyone in particular who reads this blog considering only (two?) of us are still going to UNC, but...I had first letter to the editor published today.
Here it is!
Love,
Annie
Sunday, October 5, 2008
"In the Mind of a Yung Heart"
As I was returning some books to the book room, this two page poem fell out...There's no name on it--although, the phrase "fictional poem" is written in the margins--I have no idea which student wrote it, which book it fell out of, or to whom its ideas belong. But it exists.
"In the Mind of a Yung Heart"
you don't know me
you don't know my status
my triumphs
my struggles
you don't even know my name
and yet
you sit there in all of your glorious
old age
& you judge me.
observing my posture
the clothes i wear
the people i hang out with
and hang on to very piece of
gossip about me that can possibly
be said
for that simple reason
you look so stupid
knowing nothing of my past, my
present, or my future
you couldn't possibly know until
you've walked
one million miles in my tattered
sneakers.
My young eyes have seen
a lot
& my heart feels just as much as
yours
I've had to watch my best
friend fall into a black hole of
peer pressure
that turned her all the way out
trickin' & sippin', gamblin' & sniffin'
I've been 2 more funerals than
I ever wanted to be at
& my heart has known heartache
And they're old friends
You don't know the abuse
Yes, my mother allowed that
monster to put his hands on me
for his personal pleasure & rage.
You don't feel my pain
You really don't
See I have dreams
BIG dreams
I could make the world a
better place
make a great difference in an
important person's life
I could be the next billionaire
But here I stand in raggedy clothes
these hand-me-downs
With a pretty face
& young age
Walkin' down pissy-pew hallways
So I must be something bad to
talk about.
From the depth of my soul
to the tip of my toes
I am me
always will be
And you
Miss Full-of-wisdom
Miss Wise-at-42
You will be you
But you will never understand
My young'n blues.
"In the Mind of a Yung Heart"
you don't know me
you don't know my status
my triumphs
my struggles
you don't even know my name
and yet
you sit there in all of your glorious
old age
& you judge me.
observing my posture
the clothes i wear
the people i hang out with
and hang on to very piece of
gossip about me that can possibly
be said
for that simple reason
you look so stupid
knowing nothing of my past, my
present, or my future
you couldn't possibly know until
you've walked
one million miles in my tattered
sneakers.
My young eyes have seen
a lot
& my heart feels just as much as
yours
I've had to watch my best
friend fall into a black hole of
peer pressure
that turned her all the way out
trickin' & sippin', gamblin' & sniffin'
I've been 2 more funerals than
I ever wanted to be at
& my heart has known heartache
And they're old friends
You don't know the abuse
Yes, my mother allowed that
monster to put his hands on me
for his personal pleasure & rage.
You don't feel my pain
You really don't
See I have dreams
BIG dreams
I could make the world a
better place
make a great difference in an
important person's life
I could be the next billionaire
But here I stand in raggedy clothes
these hand-me-downs
With a pretty face
& young age
Walkin' down pissy-pew hallways
So I must be something bad to
talk about.
From the depth of my soul
to the tip of my toes
I am me
always will be
And you
Miss Full-of-wisdom
Miss Wise-at-42
You will be you
But you will never understand
My young'n blues.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows...
...check out the documentary if you've never seen it.
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