nothing to say isn't nothing to lose
Aug. 27th, 2002 12:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
glaucon1.
bumbershoot this weekend.
if you're going and want to hook up, email me.
here's who I'm going to see:
Oldominion (CA hip-hop), Living Daylights (featuring the lovely Jessica Lurie, whom my friend Christina calls "the Sexophonist"), Kristin Hersh (if you'd told me five years ago that I'd someday be a Throwing Muses fan, I'd have stepped on your toe), Bush/Rice/Rowan (bluegrass (toe) jam), Isle of Klezbos (an all-girl Klezmer act, I think), Danny Barnes (of the Bad Livers), Lou Reed, Helio Sequence (trippy electronica on a Sunday morning!), Damien Jurado (about whom I know nothing), Sarah Silverman (who is not Jonathan Silverman's sister, thank god), the Shins (from Shinola), John Wesley Harding (the human incarnation of hubris), Caroline Herring (a supposedly first-rate jazz-pop person from austin), Luna *OR* Wilco (depending what kind of day it seems like), Richard Thompson (who the FUCK decided to schedule Luna, Wilco and Richard Thompson in roughly the same time slot? jeezus. they should all be playing together on the same stage, not on different stages at the same time.), the Mekons (unless I go to a cook-out for a few hours instead), Maceo Parker, the Derailers, the Gourds, probably a bunch of local acts on Friday afternoon at EMP, a roundtable discussion on the Role of the Writer in Troubled (political) Times, the Unexpected Productions gig (I guess), and the beer garden.
2.
I gave notice here at work. I hope that wasn't a bad idea.
I can't imagine that it was, since I've spent 90% of my work hours over the last few months wanting to die.
I sure as hell hope I can get out of here without anyone trying to throw me a party or feed me any fucking cake.
3.
I think Dr. Who has had a much more profoundly formative impact on my personality and world-view than I'd generally like to admit.
4.
there are certain phrases which, no matter how sad or angry or empty or whatever I feel, can always make me piss my pants laughing: the cheesonade thing. "it's like the Bible, but with staples". "how about a hot little french thing that hasn't been fed in nine or twelve weeks clamboring up your large intestine, chris?"
I'm sure there are others; I can't think of any right now. but thank god for the fact that there are any.
5.
who's in the mood for noodles?
bumbershoot this weekend.
if you're going and want to hook up, email me.
here's who I'm going to see:
Oldominion (CA hip-hop), Living Daylights (featuring the lovely Jessica Lurie, whom my friend Christina calls "the Sexophonist"), Kristin Hersh (if you'd told me five years ago that I'd someday be a Throwing Muses fan, I'd have stepped on your toe), Bush/Rice/Rowan (bluegrass (toe) jam), Isle of Klezbos (an all-girl Klezmer act, I think), Danny Barnes (of the Bad Livers), Lou Reed, Helio Sequence (trippy electronica on a Sunday morning!), Damien Jurado (about whom I know nothing), Sarah Silverman (who is not Jonathan Silverman's sister, thank god), the Shins (from Shinola), John Wesley Harding (the human incarnation of hubris), Caroline Herring (a supposedly first-rate jazz-pop person from austin), Luna *OR* Wilco (depending what kind of day it seems like), Richard Thompson (who the FUCK decided to schedule Luna, Wilco and Richard Thompson in roughly the same time slot? jeezus. they should all be playing together on the same stage, not on different stages at the same time.), the Mekons (unless I go to a cook-out for a few hours instead), Maceo Parker, the Derailers, the Gourds, probably a bunch of local acts on Friday afternoon at EMP, a roundtable discussion on the Role of the Writer in Troubled (political) Times, the Unexpected Productions gig (I guess), and the beer garden.
2.
I gave notice here at work. I hope that wasn't a bad idea.
I can't imagine that it was, since I've spent 90% of my work hours over the last few months wanting to die.
I sure as hell hope I can get out of here without anyone trying to throw me a party or feed me any fucking cake.
3.
I think Dr. Who has had a much more profoundly formative impact on my personality and world-view than I'd generally like to admit.
4.
there are certain phrases which, no matter how sad or angry or empty or whatever I feel, can always make me piss my pants laughing: the cheesonade thing. "it's like the Bible, but with staples". "how about a hot little french thing that hasn't been fed in nine or twelve weeks clamboring up your large intestine, chris?"
I'm sure there are others; I can't think of any right now. but thank god for the fact that there are any.
5.
who's in the mood for noodles?
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sure...
Date: 2002-08-28 08:57 am (UTC)as far as I'm concerned, it's all yours.
they're only advertising it internally so far. I'll see what I can find out about when/if they're planning to open up the process.