looking for Alicia Keys

i've been at work today thinking about how to craft my L.A. blog entry and listening to bob's latest, Modern Times. what do i have to say about it? (because we all know that i often have things to say about, well...everything.)

i am slightly disappointed as isn't as exciting as i thought it would be. it sounds the end of the three (continuing Time Out of Mind and Love and Theft). where's the innovation, bob? where the wow? do i judge it based on the other crap out there or do i compare it to bob's catalogue?

1. it's really great compared to the rest of the crap out there, although, i personally think john darnielle could give bob a run for his money.

2. it's...okay...compared to the rest of bob's catalogue. i'm still out on this one.


i thoroughly enjoy 'nettie moore' and 'ain't talkin'' as bright, somber points on the record, but for now i'll settle with: bob. where are the pounding guitars and glorious ivory? do you feel the end?

maybe the rocking sounds are just not appropriate for the 60-something bob who is attempting to give yet another "fuck you, but be with me" message. but what about that bunch that back you? they are reapers and are to be used.

to quote my colleague, the esteemed dr. "i bleed GBV" rockoff, "at this point, bob dylan could fart onto tape and it would be eaten up by the critics."

what do you think?

modern times

before i post about my journey to los angeles, a few thoughts about today.

i feel like i should write about Katrina, the obligatory "where were you?s" and "how i coped" entry because is writing about it healing? i'm not sure. i can't say that i was in such distress that i still need healing after a year has passed. i was napping in an air-conditioned house listening to the rain fall harder and harder with each passing hour. i wouldn't call that need for healing.

but everyone else is writing about it...

hmm. this is like that year after the shooting at the high school. to this day, i am still asked, "were you there? how did you cope?" when people find out about it.

as much as an advocate for information as i am, i decided:
ENOUGH
and i stopped admitting where i'm from.

so instead of writing my thoughts about a year after katrina (there are a lot of memories attached there that really have nothing but time relevance to do with The Hurricane and i'm not in the mood to hash those out), i will say this:



what about...?
what about...?

our collective memory has failed us. tsunamis and AIDS and bombs.

it's been a year and i still don't want to talk about it.

Project Runway, episode #creepy

how do the PR producers cause drama to no end? get the designers' moms and sisters to be the models--the Everyday Woman.

JESUS! sternum announces on freaking Project Runway that she's gonna pop another kid???

a bit of advice: USE A CONDOM. INDUCE MENOPAUSE.

and vincent? still creeping people out.

detroit was a complete bitch to angela's mom for NO GOOD REASON and has a tattoo on his neck.

next week's episode: PR introduces cage matches with tim gunn and michael kors to award immunity. no more of that design crap.

**SPOILER** in next week's episode, detroit has a tattoo on his neck.

A Modern Girl's Guide to Project Runway & Ricky Bobby

Project Runway is starting to piss me off to no end. however, it is still crack to me and so much so that when i walked in last night after Cups-ing on my resume and grad school apps (makes for a tired brain), i panicked at seeing PR on the tv, thinking that it was WEDNESDAY instead of TUESDAY and i had just lost track of time.

it's not funny.
to mr. sparks and the missus i exclaimed, "i didn't miss the new episode, did i!?!!??"
they giggled.
then i checked myself into rehab.

if you didn't listen to tim gunn's podcast after the trainwreck that was last week's episode, go listen right now. i will wait while you do it....
sternum & vincent are going to throw a whole lotta ugly around and hurt each other.
ursher will probably tag-team with sternum and vincent will be defeated.
otherwise, detroit still has a tattoo. on his neck.

the end.

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we went to see talladega nights saturday night on a whim (i've been wanting to see it and needed to forego my rock star nightlife for an evening because of work on sunday) and it was funny. almost as funny as anchorman (i agree with you there, ben), but there were lots of those alleged "laugh out loud"moments. i was the ONLY person in a full theatre laughing that guffaw laugh.
how can you NOT laugh at will ferrell screaming for tom cruise to work that witchcraft and save him?!? do you know how funny that is?!?

obviously you have no sense of humor.

i wanna go to magnolia whiskey river flying too close to la cienaga

wow. the music world is really grooving today. good news for all you country fans:

Ryan Adams is producing Willie Nelson's next album, Songbird.

i'll get to the Project Runway recap later. i am furious over that episode. so is tim gunn, evidently. mmm. i love me some furious tim gunn.

keep your eye on the 8-ball

one of those ridiculous assistant principals at that high school i went to used to say that:

"Students! Keep your EYES on the EIGHT ball!"

and he wore a tie every first day of school that had the balls on it. he was a clever man. also slightly strange.

anyway, so i am reminded of him because of frank melton and his hijinks. if nothing else, you have to admit that those of us residing in jackson are always entertained by his current concerns.

the JFP reported on his State of the City address, held at the Alamo on Farish St. my favorite part of the article is the recount of the opening prayer:

Rev. Charles E. Polk of Saint Luther Missionary Baptist Church gave a long, rambling prayer, in which he called on God to bless the audience but “especially” Mayor Frank Melton. “God,” Polk thundered, “I ask you to give this man supernatural powers to lead Jackson.”

(emphasis mine)

bwahahahahahaha!

maybe he should call tom cruise. the last person on earth who should have any kind of powers is frank melton.

or suri cruise.

oh and in case you are still wondering where that elusive scientology miracle is:

Where is Suri?

PR, ep. 5

ugh.

detroit barks and now i can't wait to see him and sternum catfight in the sewing room. except sternum has bigger balls than neck will ever have.

robert's still boring, vincent is still crazy and why did they have to ruin a good thing by bringing personal stuff into the show? why is ursher callin' his momma? why is ursher telling us about callin' his momma?

also, arts 'n crafts is improving...this season could actually be interesting by the end.

You know that I could be in love with almost everyone

Arthur Lee died. Please begin mourning.

Project Runway, ep. 4

I forgot to write about episode 3. oops. i was sad and i am convinced that had michael kors actually showed up for the episode, things would have been very different. maybe vera wang gave him a haircut with the kid-safe scissors, too, and he's too embarrassed to be seen with boo-boo head.

so...episode 4. ursher and sternum are my favorite team since Cagney & Lacey. in fact, they are the 21st century's C&L. two strong black women with tricks up the sleeve, including turning arts 'n craft's ideas into something cool. so maybe only one is black and one is a woman. both by association? yes.

i'm not spoiling on here anymore. you'll just have to watch the episode if you care who won and who got kicked off. the BIG SCANDAL that's been teased about since the season began was sort of a letdown.

kayne needs to quit that tattle-taling and continue etching Kayne Hearts Robert on his ass.

my predictions now: sternum, uli, ursher, and...arts 'n crafts...will make it to the end.

hey, somebody has to fill wendy pepper's and kara janx's size gross shoes.

did video kill the radio star?

happy 25th birthday, MTV.

ass.