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How boring? My big task this morning has been moving hundreds of -- no, let me check, over a thousand -- old e-mails from my inbox and outbox into other folders. I was sick of being less organized. So right now I might not be interesting. But to be interesting, I should be interest ed. Call people and stuff, catch up on their goings-on and their thoughts and good things like that. (Going through the e-mails made me think Oh, I haven't called her in a while...or her...or him....) And since I've been enjoying my semi-regular phone chats with rafaela and slipjig, I really don't need much encouragement to trying callin' some of y'all. I want to write a further Dark Knight review, as that film is still stewing in my mind (the Joker walking away from that explosion, and his body language while doing so, has really stayed with me), but I worry too much of what I'd say right now would be repeating what other critics have said. So...incentive to see it again! And think on it more! In potential me-news, I may be working next week. I'm more prepared for the possibility now, as I've reactivated at Manpower temp services and we chose next week as the week to start really looking. (Nothing was available Tuesday when I went to the Manpower office, and I had enough odd-hours things I was doing this week that I didn't want to fit jobs into it.) Time to start earning, even just a little bit. More news when there's news. Current Mood:  awake
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Full-strength Tricky Pixie! Portland finally got to see all three members – S.J. Sooj Tucker ( s00j), Betsy Tinney ( stealthcello), and Alec James Adams (no LJ handle as far as I know) – all making music together at the same time. Same place, even! Last night they played at the Camellia Lounge, an offshoot of The Tea Room at 510 NW 11th in the Pearl. And they did pearly music, too! (Now, Chris, c’mon: that imagery/metaphor was a bit of a stretch…) I saw copperwise and husband tanuki_green for the first time in a while, and saw Sooj fan/friend elocinnuala for the first time ever. She’d driven from Olympia, Wash., after work, to be there. Probably only the band traveled farther to be there that night. With two people happily modeling Sooj’s “Lost Girl Pirate Academy” T-shirt (not the same T-shirt, but two different shirts worn by two different women), ever-changing light behind the lounge’s wall-lining curtains, and a warm vibe, Tricky Pixie treated a small, appreciative audience to their music. We sang along lustily on “March of Cambreadth,” while Alec played his part so strongly that his fiddle bow broke mid-song, and – hey! – I finally learned that the sing-along part of “March of Cambreadth” is “HOW MANY OF THEM CAN WE MAKE DIE?!” I also got to happily hug Sooj, chat with Betsy, and finally meet Alec. This I think is true: Alec has what could be a good pirate voice. At this concert, Princess Bride/”Wendy Trilogy” fan fiction was discussed (would the Dread Pirate Roberts and Red-Handed Jill fall in love? Someone needs to write that! They’ll have to choose a Dread Pirate Roberts first, though…). Hats were changed: Sooj said, “People figured out I like hats. The hats have their own bus.” Sooj’s boyfriend ‘K Wiley added a puppet alligator to “Alligator in the House.” Sooj sang like a torch-singing raccoon (really) in a Tinney-penned song about this Redmond, Wash. raccoon who they’ve nicknamed “Tough Titty Cupcakes” and who brings her increasingly scary-looking offspring around to eat cat food. And this was overheard: “We were thinking of a “Taglio!”/ Sweeney Todd mashup. Which is just wrong.” Happy music time was had by us! Tags: out-of-context-theater!
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Stuff I pondered while running errands (dropping off a s00j CD at a radio station; returning a DVD set to the library; and having a burger at Burgerville) this afternoon: * I overheard a snippet of conversation on the streetcar: "It used to be called 'Special Ed,' but it's not anymore because it's not P.C." A thought I'm trying to form: I wanted to say to that person If language changes in a way you like, you'd never call that 'P.C.'; you only apply that to a language- or term-change you don't like. Does the term "P.C." have any real meaning anymore? It's like it's a convenient boogeyman term, adapted to whatever denigrating meaning people want to apply it to. That person certainly was no George Carlin, actually pondering in an interesting way the deeper meaning of the changing language we use. She just was going I don't like that term, so I'll mock it. To self-pimp, here's how I've talked about a language change, specifically about changing the names of mall. Third paragraph. Or you could read the whole entry; I think it's a good one... * My phraseology, let me show you it: I had cause this afternoon to take the bus-and-sidewalk route I used to take to my OHSU job. Coming up a hill I was walking down was John, one of the people I used to work near, headed home. He said hi; so did I; he wished me a good weekend; I waved and told him "Escape well!" * Burgerville (where I ate a cheeseburger topped with sauteed Walla Walla Onions because, hey, I craved them and they're in season) has jukeboxes, and the restaurant I ate at was playing an interesting mix of music. I was moved by one song to try to find the name of the song, but the jukebox guide wasn't functioning, and I doubted the employees would know what the song (which almost sounded like Tom Waits, but wasn't) was. Still, worthy and interesting song I hadn't heard before. This reminded me of a more annoying jukebox situation I remember from thirteen years ago. It was 1995, during a college break, and I was at Lloyd Center in Portland for lunch. Recently opened there on the edge of the Food Court was a fake diner called Billy Heartbeats. Bad choice. The food was unmemorable, and the decor was forced -- I figured it was a failed attempt to emulate Jack Rabbit Slims from Pulp Fiction. My waitress was cute (yes, I still remember that), but that was about all that was worthy. The memorably annoying thing was the music. The sound system would start playing some obscure Fifties song that I'd never heard before, but just as I'd start tuning into that song to go "What is that?," the song would fade out, replaced by something I'd heard either 10,000 or 11,000 times in my lifetime. I was getting "Tequila" or "Hound Dog" when really I was more in the mood for a deeper cut. And the presentation -- just a snippet of a deep cut, then a full-length chestnut (a short Fifties song, but still) -- called attention to itself, at least when a musicphile was listening. If the intent was to be comforting by playing the familiar music, why the fading-out deep-cut snippets that called attention to themselves? It's a taste of something not heard as much, but with that taste taken away and replaced by the chestnut. (Okay, there's a mixed-up metaphor in there somewhere.) I was never moved to eat at Billy Heartbeats again, though it's survived to 2008, to my surprise. * That's enough random thoughtage for now. Tags: peregrinations
Current Music: Cort and Fatboy
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