Saturday, August 30, 2008

The Blogging Paradox

Sometimes this happens. I have things going on, things that beg to be blogged about. I think about blogging every day, but my brain is clogged by all these blogworthy things I'm doing, and I'm too busy to sit down and relax enough to let the clog flow free into this space. So even though I would like to feel able to write (vaguely and confidentially) about the class I started teaching this week, and even though you may be interested in hearing about that, I have a test to write and a couple of classes to plan, so we'll all have to be satisfied for the moment with a list, in no particular order and with mainstream choices unashamedly mingled with the heroically underplayed, of eleven women whose music you should probably be listening to, if you aren't already:

1. Keren Ann
2. Feist
3. Kate Nash
4. Regina Spektor
5. Madeleine Peyroux
6. Emily Haines & The Soft Skeleton
7. The Pierces
8. Rachael Yamagata
9. Goldfrapp
10. KT Tunstall
11. Vyvienne Long

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Monday, August 18, 2008

Feeling Fetal

Today we're hashing out what we expect each element of our (relatively frugal) wedding to actually cost. Someone buy me a lottery ticket.


Thursday, August 14, 2008

Dear Veterinarians of the World,

Please desist using soap to lubricate your thermometers. Because I have a cat that's half maniacal to begin with, and today, two hours after a routine checkup (just like six other, uneventful routine checkups she's had in her lifetime), she is still trying to lick her poor violated behind. And every time she tries, she ends up foaming at the mouth and running around the apartment like she's trying to escape her own mouth. Apparently, and I think any foul-mouthed child with disciplinarian parents could have told you this, soap tastes bad. This may not faze normal cats, but my cat is prone to trust issues. And when you can't trust your own butt, who can you trust?


Thursday, August 07, 2008

Uniformly Unique

For someone (me) who likes to do things with a twist--just a little bit unconventional, a little bit different, a little bit surprising--planning a wedding is a constant disappointment. I'm forever finding my own ideas in magazines (Very often in lists of ways to make your wedding unique; is anyone willing to join me in my outrage over that piece of irony?), and I just found my perfect first dance song, which I thought was a little bit quirky, midway down a list of the best first dance songs. I won't say what it is, because I want it to still surprise some of our guests--it suits our relationship too well for me to change my mind about it over a silly little principle like nonconformity.

Uncle. I guess.

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