I’ve just spent the better part of the morning doing laundry, cleaning the kitchen and cooking a kickass, french old-country style omlette wearing one of these around my neck:
Devin surprised me with this little gem last night over a nice dinner as an early birthday present but more importantly, a sign of encouragement for me getting back on the healthy train.
I’ve finally found a gym that is convenient for me to get to (a block away from the Grand red line stop - where I get on/off for work) and finally can afford a gym membership ($70/month).
Ironically, I had told Devin days earlier that I was very interested in getting a shuffle - since no iPod can hold my 70+GB library of music, what’s the point of having a 20-60GB? Well, obviously there are but the shuffle works for me because:
- It’s very work-out friendly because it weighs almost nothing
- It’s easy to use - set it and forget it (right, B?)
- I’m a playlist and/or random music listener
But most important, it’s a very thoughtful gift from my lover and you can’t beat that…
I was just listening to Placebo - Special Needs
Believe it or not, this is a static image. Try not to throw up.
I was just listening to The Dears - Never Destroy Us
They go out three nights a week, sometimes more. Each of them has had several jobs since college; Ellen is on her 17th, counting internships, since 1996. They don’t own homes. They change apartments frequently. None of them are married, none have children. All of them are from 24 to 28 years old.
Twixsters
I was just listening to Frou Frou - Let Go
I did not watch but 5 or 10 minutes of the 2005 Golden Globes - mainly because I’m not too invested in the nominated films but also because I’m a little sick of Hollywood celebrating itself. I suppose the industry of celebrating celebrities is 5% business, which is necessary for Hollywood filmmaking - and I can live with that. The other 95% is just plain ridiculous.
I am now regretful that I did not tune in for E!’s pre-Golden Globe coverage. Roger Ebert has written a hilarious essay on how Kathy Griffin mocked everyone the whole time in a very witty and appropriate manner. The essay also points why Star Jones needs a humility-bullet in the head just like every other diva on the planet.
Brilliant.
I was just listening to Erlend Oye - The Talk
2 years and still having fun…
***Note to self: “A few” can be more than 2 or 3.
I was just listening to Meat Beat Manifesto - Prime Audio Soup
With no claims of being unique, I’m posting my top 7 films and albums of 2004.
Film
Collateral
The Incredibles
Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind
Kill Bill, Vol. 2
Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgandy
Napoleon Dynamite
Sideways
Music
Interpol - Antics
The Killers - Hot Fuss
Eagles of Death Metal - Peace Love Death Metal
Air - Talkie Walkie
Garden State Original Soundtrack
Erlend Oye - DJ Kicks
Colonel Claypool’s Bucket of Bernie Brains - The Big Eyeball In The Sky
I was just listening to Blame It On The Tetons - Modest Mouse
