Dude, I almost burned rice today. Seriously, epic fail.
Funny story, Grand Theft Auto is using “The Look” by Roxette for its commercial. Roxette, the band most people deny ever having listened too. The band I grew up on and one of my favorite songs too. It kind of makes me laugh. Way to recycle my childhood gaming industry.
Ok where was the logic in this? You know, to finally start running in the end of fall. When the weather does that cold thing. Brrr.
See Liz and I have decided we both need to start running again. So we’re training in our separate cities and racing together on Dec. 5 in Boston. It’s a good ol’ 5k. Better yet it’s a fund raiser for Special Olympics. Special Olympics is a great organization and they are taking donations so if you so desire you can sponsor me online. Just search for my name.
In the mean time it’s back to running. Who knows maybe I’ll be actually able to out run those frisbee boys and girls in a few weeks.
Side note: Daylight savings time should just die. It is now absolutely dark when I leave work. I veto.
I’m a music jun
ky, but I’m not a fanatic fan of any band. That being said I do know of and enjoy listening to Stone Temple Pilots and Velvet Revolver, but I know nothing of the people. So after reading Fall To Pieces by Mary Weiland (Scott Weiland’s soon to be ex-wife) I was surprised to find how angry some fans were about this book.
Fall To Pieces is an easy flowing memoir of Mary’s life: from poor, to big time model at 16, to rock star girl friend/wife, to drug addict, to mentally ill and to being a mother. Her writing style is effortless, it’s like a confession that you get at a sleep over party or what you write in your diary. She’s funny and frank – and while she has the chance to bad mouth a lot of people, or make herself into a victim, she doesn’t. In fact it almost makes you wonder what she’s not telling. I mean, come on, this is the era of constant celebrity feuds.
Yet never once does she blame anyone for her mistakes or her actions. What I read from STP/VR fan message boards is they were thinking she was going to slam Scott Weiland. She doesn’t, if anything it’s her saying she loves him but in the end she had to get healthy for herself. That meant not only staying clean but controlling her bipolar disorder while being a good mom.
I really enjoyed this book over all. Sure I kind of wish there was a bit more substance here or there, but she admits herself there’s a lot she doesn’t remember thanks to the drugs and alcohol. Also while I might have wished there was more, I couldn’t put down what I did have. So if you’re in the mood for a quick memoir go check out Fall To Pieces.
I definitely left the costume thing up to the last minute this year. Think party on Thursday, just start thinking about it Wednesday night. So I kind of cheated, I went as a hipster. Not hard since I already had the clothes, I just then made a sticker that said “I only listen to bands you don’t know.”
Truth is I probably only listen to bands you’ve forgotten. My iPod has never left the 90s. Honestly I couldn’t be hipster if my life depended on it. Still it was fun, people got it and chuckled and I happily suffered hipster jokes for the night. It was good times.
Ok lately car commercials have been really good at getting new music. I mean I’m beginning to put them on level with Apple. Mad props car commercials I actually pay attention to you just for your music.
Friday started in Brooklyn then promptly moved to the Lower East Side. Where Seth and I hung out at the 138, a hole-in-the-wall bar that had great specials. Then we went to Arlene’s Grocery where a friend of a friend was playing as part of CMJ. Now I’m half way wary of friend of friend bands, but Filligar was good. I mean really good. Think The Verve meets Dire Straits meets Modest Mouse- and yes other people would quote Wilco and others, but I don’t like Wilco. Go listen. I mean I danced, I cheered and I wanted to hang out with them afterwards. That didn’t happen but I did get a free CD.
So I finally got home around 2 a.m. and three hours later I was awake and heading towards Penn Station to catch Amtrak. Which actually ended up with me running to catch the train that then preceded to sit in the station for 30 minutes.
Dear Amtrak,
Please learn from your British cousins. Go cheaper, go often and for God’s sake just go.
Thanks.
I caught a little sleep on the train but for the most part I listened to my audiobook and just stared in amazement at the fall colors. I haven’t been in New England for fall since I was knee-high to a grasshopper. Breath taking. I wish I had brought my camera. Lexington was just as beautiful, especially on Sunday.
Absolutely Perfect = Blue sky + fire color leaves + warm
Oh…and not having to eat my own cooking. I love visiting grandparents for food. Unfortunately that’s essentially all they got of me. That and of course a good ol’ BBC mystery show. (They are fully responsible for my childhood spawned addiction to British TV). Strange fact though there’s something about Lexington that makes me sleep. So I was there for a little over 24 hours…I slept for 12 of those. Oops.
I did get to have a little fun in the kitchen though. I made brownies and then found orange extract that was from the 1970s tucked away in the drawer. So I added that and some cinnamon and nutmeg and got a very fall style pan of brownies.
Liz, one of my best friends just came up to NYC. Not strange, not really. You know friends come up and visit other friends all the time. Then we realized we hadn’t seen each other for 10 years.
Ok that’s odd.
Liz was my first friend in Cairo. We kept in contact when she moved back to the States and then Facebook happened and mobile phones. And now she’s living in Boston and I’m in New York and there’s this magical thing called a bus.
Seriously though, 10 years! And it felt we maybe had only seen each other last month. It was a good weekend. Although it was a bit cold when playing frisbee. I can’t wait until I have my winter clothes.
Let me introduce you to Lucifer.
Ain’t she just cute for being absolute evil? No, really this cat is evil. She pounces on everything. Constantly breaks into my room (where my airbed awaits her). Then she breaks out of our apartment and attempts to break into our neighbors’.
Funny story, our neighbors are the opposite of us. Two boys, one girl. Two people working, one grad student. One cat, named Dexter, named after the serial killer who kills serial killers.
Lucifer is intrigued to death by Dexter. She’s never seen another cat before and I think that’s half the reason she keeps breaking out.
And as much as I hate her. She gets really, really cute sometimes and curls up into my lap and just purrs. Then I forgive the devil again, until she tries to scratch down the door … again.
