12/30/2005 01:13:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|I've been fiddling with pandora for hours. One of the results of the music genome project, pandora is a jukebox/radio/search engine that takes your keyword (artist or song title) and generates a playlist based on shared themes, instruments, rhythms, etc. So, find music you'll like based on the music you already like and it probably wont be a sucky recommendation.
So inputting Sufjan gave me Devendra Banhart and Blusom and Akron/Family and....|W|P|113596819422814958|W|P|things you didnt know you liked|W|P|12/29/2005 03:02:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|Top 50 Music Videos of 2005.
I recommend the Beck and the Stephen Malkmus. Awesome.|W|P|113588659609889459|W|P||W|P|12/26/2005 06:28:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|I was on the phone with Molly today, my best friend from childhood. And she was telling me about when she went to new york city on her way to europe last year, and a friend of her's took her to some old abandoned elevated subway tracks somewhere downtown. She couldn't tell me the exact location, but it piqued my interest.
So i googled it without much luck. I did find a site called forgotten ny, which posts a number of cool sites around the city that could provide for some most excellent explorations.
See also: NY transit museum|W|P|113564094113774513|W|P|A little history|W|P|12/25/2005 03:41:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|ah, Christmas and the first night of Hannukah. Nice. Santa brought exactly what i wanted this christmas: a 7.1 megapixel canon elph, with a carrying case and a little tripod thingy (very cute) and a 256mb memory card. Its so little and shiny. I just can't contain myself.
Mom liked the book and the slippers. Dad loved Godel, Escher, Bach. And i think they both enjoyed the Sufjan CD. I love it when that happens.
The fam.'s coming over soon to enjoy beef wellington. Awesome. Mom's a good cook. Killer, really. (it runs in the family. i make a mean turkey w/ sourdough stuffing)
Mo and I are hopefully going to go out tomorrow and take in all we can of the city that we love so. Chicago. In the meantime...
That tall building all the way to the right is where my dad used to work when i was a wee child. He was up on the 43rd floor. When i went to work with him i would spend most of the time with my face pressed against the glass of his office, staring down at the teeny-weeny cars below. The lower building to the left of it that has a diamond top is rumored to have been made to look vaginal against all the other phallic structures that surround it.
There are some nice photoblogs of chicago, a city known for its architecture.
Chicago Photobloggers The Absenter
And since im on momio's computer (which is this massive Dell) Here's a picture of the fam. on the occasion of my graduation:
|W|P|113554540349821649|W|P|Happy Christmas, everyone|W|P|12/24/2005 10:34:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P||W|P|113548172930861356|W|P||W|P|12/24/2005 12:59:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|Now that New York is again navigable, anyone want to do some post-xmas shopping in Williamsburg? Artists and Fleas looks like it rocks. Not only that, its a killer idea. I wish i had thought of it. Leave it to brooklyn. Damn hipsters.|W|P|113544729282049394|W|P|the new A and F|W|P|12/24/2005 12:39:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|Happy Christmas eve, everyone. I'm back in chicagoland. The trip was uneventful, and I got to the airport really early so i took advantage and got sloshed at the airport bar.
Its also day two of the patch. Thats right, the nicotine releasing transdermal system. Boy, I want a smoke. MMm. But the thing about it is, it releases 14g of nicotine over 24 hours, including when you sleep. Now, normally I don't smoke when im sleeping. So last night, when my brain was still getting its fill, I had some really freaky dreams. And i mean really freaky; incredibly vivid and memorable, weired plots, long narratives, all sorts of characters. I usually don't dream about people I have never met before, but this time there were a whole bunch of individuals I have never seen that my mind was just making up, including a very attractive blonde woman with whom i spent some quality time. And at one point, I went to this art-house movie with my mother, and one of my advisors from college was in the film. But the film was a docu-drama about "normal" looking gay couples that were in to SM. Yeah, that was only one of a number of very strange scenes. I can't wait to go to sleep tonight.
We're going to go over to Aunt Joan's for some christmas eve festivities in a little while. Then off to church for midnight mass. I haven't been back to Holy Cross in a few years. It's going to be strange, as I spent most of my childhood in that place, school and church every week. They re-did the church part and mom says the new organ is splendid. Wahou.|W|P|113544670173153874|W|P|HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVE.|W|P|12/22/2005 03:19:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|POSTSECRET
a new awesome addition to my linkslist. I just wanted to bring it to attention. Thank you mo.|W|P|113528281707255076|W|P|Post Secret|W|P|12/22/2005 01:05:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|Strikes over?! Well, i've been reloading the gothamist every two minutes. Anything so I don't have to walk home tonight.|W|P|113527478803659957|W|P|Bam|W|P|12/22/2005 10:13:00 AM|W|P|Max|W|P|The transit strike has altered my daily life more than i had originally expected.
For one, it takes me about an hour to get to work, from door to door. My legs hurt all the time. And i am a lot more tired than i should be at 9:30 when i get to work. I'm tired really all the time.
I also do all of my transit now above ground. There arequite a few of us walkers, walking it. I read a story on the ny times interactive map
about a guy who was walking from further up than me, all the way down to wall street. It made me thankful that I only have to go about sixty blocks. Its 3.2 miles.
I have been able to notice more things about my neighborhood as well. There are 2 dunkin donuts on my way to work (see map). I have all those nifty little free coffee and donuts coupons. I have yet to use one of them though, because dunkin donuts coffee tastes like swill. There are also 4 McDonald's, 2 Wendy's, a Pizza Hut, and a Nathan's.
The other thing i have noticed is all the poop on the street in my area (again, see map). It stops somewhere in the 140s. There's not really any poop by columbia. huh.
Its interesting, though, all these people walking to work, riding above ground, and interacting. There are all these stories of people meeting other people (WHOAH) and talking to one another. It's such a change, from being so used to going from one place to another in an underground tube, to suddenly seeing everything on the surface in between. When you're in that tube, you forget whats out there. Your space gets all dislocated and fractured. Above ground, theres real human space, with cars and people and animals moving around, with people selling things and buying things, with its own set of rules of circulation. This just really brings in to perspective how different those two types of circulation are.
But it still sucks.|W|P|113526848893286825|W|P|Before there were wheels|W|P|12/20/2005 12:00:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|The TWU blog. bitch. moan. read everyone else's bitching and moaning.|W|P|113509813549843945|W|P|White Noise|W|P|12/20/2005 11:20:00 AM|W|P|Max|W|P|While your spending your day stuck inside, you should watch a lovely flickr transit strike slide show.
mmm.|W|P|113509575837518347|W|P|Day in Pictures|W|P|12/20/2005 09:14:00 AM|W|P|Max|W|P|
I looked out the window when I woke up this morning to find broadway a veritable tailgate party. But no sausages, and no beer. Gotta go back to chicago where they know how to do that shit right.
Or I could imagine a music video, for soul asylum or coldplay or one of those lame ass bands, where everybody gets out of their car and starts walking down the street on top of the cars, all in suits and things. But thats not going to happen here. Because everyone needs to sit inside of their cars and honk.
Anyway. walking home from work today. ahhhhhhh.|W|P|113508878811362118|W|P|Un Atasco.|W|P|12/19/2005 03:45:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|
Yes, Gothamist. That is very funny. I myself have thought "who misplaces a prosthetic limb?"|W|P|113502527731257207|W|P||W|P|12/19/2005 03:22:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|James Freed died. Notable NY architect.|W|P|113502453560887750|W|P|Buildings|W|P|12/19/2005 02:40:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|
dhalgren is one of the best sci-fi novels I have read in a long time.
I had to read Samuel R. Delaney for a queer studies class sophomore year. He wrote an awesome little book about times square and how the "clean up" effort in the eighties destroyed a very vibrant street culture that had established itself around the peep shows and dirty movie houses, making the area much less safe and much less populated.
it was a cool argument.
dhalgren is set in a post-apocalyptic wasteland of an imaginary city, Bellona, located in the middle of the united states. It's a pile of trash and burning buildings, and the main character lands there for no real reason at all, writes poems, and has lots of sex with many different people.
Good stuff.|W|P|113502177670103244|W|P|Dhalgren|W|P|12/19/2005 02:18:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|Oh, friends. It's the holiday time. As my flight to Chicago draws nearer, I will slowly but surely begin to freak out about seeing my parents, as i usually do. There should be a statute of limitations on this sort of reaction to seeing my parents. I thought it would go away sort of automatically when I turned 19 or 21 or something. It hasn't. And with the new added pressure of actually being an adult, living in my own house and making my own meals and that sort of thing, i think things might have taken a turn for the worse. I don't know if im going to be able to handle too many of my mom's disapproving clicks. And I'm supposed to go on the nicotine releasing transdermal patch. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
But i should also let you know that as of christmas day, if all goes as anticipated, this blog is going to receive a tremendous upgrade when i get my digital camera. Oh, a real photo-blog. This is going to be fucking sweet. Im so excited, i might pee.|W|P|113502119299158087|W|P||W|P|12/17/2005 08:13:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|
I've been frantically trying to finish up my christmas shopping. This time of the year always makes me so stressed out. im worried that all the gifts i get are going to suck or they wont fit or it'll be something that the person already has or has gotten for themself. So its really been less about shopping and more about sitting around biting my nails about what to get people.
In spite of needless delay however, I have found pretty much everything i need. Except for the other part of my mother's gift. I got her the book that she wanted, but she also mentioned needing new slippers. This would be very simple. She's been wearing the same isotoner slippers (pictured at right) for 25 years. So all i need to do is go to macy's or bloomingdales and get her the same pair of slippers, right? (the ivory ones match her nightgowns) But then im thinking, why not mix it up and get her something extravagant with like soft, plush lining? Why not get her something in suede?
Is it wrong to get in between a woman and her favorite footwear? I just don't like the fact that she will know what im getting her before she opens the box. They should probably be a stocking stuffer item, or I should get her some new isotoner gloves as well.
I went to macy's in Yonkers today and nearly had a panic attack. We walked around for a while. They don't carry isotoners anymore. Moreover, it was a gooddamn mess. There were so many people in there and clothing all over and i got all panicked and frenzied and anna and I had to leave.
If you guys have ever owned slippers that you feel are just the most delicious slippers in the world, please let me know. I would like to get my mother something very nice this year, as it was a big year for her with retiring and moving and all. So i feel like i should get her something to commemorate this time in her life when she finally doesn't have to go to work all day and gets to build her dream house. Plus, you know, she did give birth to me.|W|P|113486946662894823|W|P||W|P|12/16/2005 04:46:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|
For a while i was really anti-antony. I just didn't like the mushy, out-of-control cheesiness. Then i heard "fistfull of love"
everyone should listen to antony and the johnsons.
the song is about getting beat up by your lover. but i love this man/woman/incredible being.|W|P|113477014884099633|W|P|Song for the Week|W|P|12/16/2005 10:46:00 AM|W|P|Max|W|P|The trains were running this morning when I woke up. The idiocy has been thwarted for at least a little while. But i can't help but feeling a sort of pensive gloom over the city. It's sad, but im not sure that there was any consensus in the city to side with the transit workers on this one, at least from what I gathered from the internet. I'd love to have solidarity with the union, but aside from the fact that i have trouble being political at all, their demands were sort of ill-concieved and outrageous, and maybe not so much worth putting millions of new yorkers (and lets not forget the bridge and tunnel folks) out on their asses.
I would like to say that I am thankful for the MTA employees. You do hard work, under compromising conditions, and with little thanks.
You also have to admit, that you get paid well for your qualifications. Thank you for not striking. Please do not strike.
Also, it is payday. And we get another one next friday. BONUS! I can pay my rent and eat food too.
Finally, I should really post an update on my upcoming stage career. Talks will begin in January with some local queers about starting a new NEW YORK DRAG SQUAD. I recently met a couple of people who were seriously interested in doing some drag, but like me, felt they didnt really have the space and the resources to get a good thing going. But the word is spreading. There is no real kingdom in new york city. and i do not think the glamour and the notoriety needs to be reserved for the queens by any means.
Hopefully one day, you will be able to find some hot kings (myself included?) on a stage near you. Which is good, because i'm a total ham. I have done a few shows at slc, but have always wanted to get into something more intense and serious. I have so many ideas. Motown needs to be tapped for its sexy gender-bending potential, as does whiny whiteboy rock music (one word: QUEEN). The f-m drag I have seen in the past has, for the most part, failed to be very impressive or sexy. The thing about m-f drag is that it will always have the humor aspect going for it, the horror and incongruity of a man in a dress.
I think that the F-m scene has really just failed to find its true potential.
but it could be a beautiful thing: |W|P|113475115520729676|W|P|Dumbstrike, Payday, and Beckoning Future Stage Career|W|P|12/14/2005 03:26:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|Theres something wrong with me. Either my cold is getting worse, or I have been bitten by a venemous insect.
-Cold, cough, dry nasal passages, phlegm, etc.
-Lightheaded feeling, headache
-Diziness, slight nausea
-Shortness of breath
But I noticed this afternoon after lunch that there is a large bite from some sort of insect on my shoulder. This alarms me, as do the real or imagined pains emenating from the wound.
I spent a good long time researching possible venemous culprits on the internet, because what the fuck else am i going to do, really.
Turns out, humans actually account for 70,000 of the "bites" reported to health care officials annually. Getting bitten by a human is no joke. The human mouth contains billions more germs and bacteria than a dog or cat mouth, causing infection in many vicitms.
And then i found these nice pictures of some of North America's venemous spiders.
THE BROWN RECLUSE, southern, south central U.S. Bite often causes flu-like symptoms and if left unattended can quickly grow into a large, painful sore. Evetually, the bite will become a horrible, gangrenous open wound. Watchout,Becca. These spiders do live in virginia.
THE HOBO SPIDER, northwestern, western U.S. and western canada. Has pretty much the same effect as the brown recluse, though milder.
Also, here is a link to the images that came from the google search "brown recluse spider" some of the images are from people who have been bitten. Please heed my warning when i say that the gangrenous open wounds sustained by brown recluse victims are amazingly gross.|W|P|113459346457652106|W|P|Bites|W|P|12/15/2005 03:03:00 PM|W|P|echo|W|P|Max! I was bitten by a Brown Recluse when I lived in California. At least, I think that's what it was. It didn't get too bad, but it did destroy some skin. It was kind of rough. If your skin around the bite starts to disappear, maybe you should worry.
H12/13/2005 09:17:00 AM|W|P|Max|W|P|I love the New York Times around the holidays. They come out with all of their "best of" lists" for the past year: The Best of Books, Best holiday gifts, and my personal favorite: The Year in Ideas.
In this best-of list making spirit, I'd like to point out just a few of my favorites on the year in ideas:
1. The Runaway Alarmclock. Designed by a grad student at MIT, this alarm clock is designed for people like me who will hit the snooze until it stops working, and fall back asleep, only to wake up disoriented at 8:30 in the morning. When this happens I usually have to blink for a bit at the alarm clock and then bolt into the shower, clocking my time minute by minute in order to get out of the door as soon as possible. This happens way more often than i would like to admit. For example, yesterday. But If I had the alarm clock, see, I would be forced to get out of bed. The snooze button on the runaway alarmclock causes the little bugger to roll off of your nightstand or whatever surface you have put it on, and hide somewhere in your room. When it goes off again, its like a little game, and you have to find it. This would either make me a really productive and on-time sort of person, or a really angry one. Most likely a little bit of both.
2. Forehead Billboards. Selling space on your body for advertisement? Hah, nice. A little like selling your soul, but if i were not "gainfully" employed, I would seriously consider doing it. And as long as the tattoo didn't have to be visible at all times, I would do it right now. Anyone? Anyone want me to put a permanent advertisement for their company on my arm or calf? Price: $600 per square inch. I think thats fair, considering it is forever.
3. Stop Drunk Dialing before it Starts. I've never really been a drunk dailer. But I find it entertaining that someone's R&D department took it as a problem worth serious consideration and product development. Virgin Mobile has a service that you can call before a night of drinking and enter the numbers that you should not call drunk. It will make it impossible to dial these numbers from your cellphone until 6 am the following morning. Mo, i think there are times when you would find this service useful. Heh, just kidding.
no, im not.
And, in other news, Scientists have recently discovered that the Narwhal's tusk is actually a highly attuned sense-organ.
Okay, enough of quoting the new york times. I'm extremely ill and also have to go get started on doing some actual work. I'm losing my voice. Damn I wish I had stayed home today.|W|P|113448600762326606|W|P|2005 Year in Ideas|W|P|12/07/2005 02:07:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|Check out the tenement museum site and make a soundmap of the lower east side.
Click and drag one of the circles over a point on the map and activate a sound. There are 5 points on the soundmap that can be played and mixed together.
this is neat, just neat.|W|P|113398296212320881|W|P|Soundmap|W|P|12/07/2005 01:45:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|
Full Story|W|P|113398125152418333|W|P||W|P|12/06/2005 08:41:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|
Looking through some old photos today. And playing with the scanner.
This is from somewhere in nevada, i think.
Maya and I drove across the country one summer to see what was in between chicago and los angeles.
Max Ernst traveled through the american west to study the forms the earth had made.
I remember being so dumbstruck when we hit the mountains that I stopped talking for the most part. We would drive in silence for hours, just looking. It seemed like our minds had wandered so far afield in the landscape that talking was no longer necessary. We were in the same place.
Everything felt so large and vast and timeless.
I miss that perspective.|W|P|113392125326117964|W|P|Wish I was there|W|P|12/05/2005 12:55:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|Eliza,
If you do happen to see this before the end of the day today, I would just like you to have a quick look-see at who is opening for the show tonight.....
ahhhhhh, yeah. nice.|W|P|113380540290037077|W|P|NICE.|W|P|12/05/2005 09:20:00 AM|W|P|Max|W|P|The new york times rocked this sunday. Which was a good thing, because i really needed something to entertain me as I waited for the train at 125th street, freezing my ass off. The cold this week was rather abrupt and shocking. I was unprepared in converse allstars and my feet started tingling on my way out to yonkers. I was half expecting to find my toes blackened when i got to anna and sophie's house.
In the arts section there was mention of a website which every week generates a drawing built entirely by the website's participants. At swarmsketch.com you can contribute to the sketch of the week by drawing a small line. And you can even erase others' lines or make them lighter. At the end of the week, the site generates what it calls a "collective sketch of the collective consciousness."
See the ny times article:
"A united nations of weired looking sketches"
I am also very excited about seeing Iron and Wine. Nice, because work is a shitstorm today, and I think im going to need to have a good cry tonight.|W|P|113379398160696332|W|P||W|P|12/03/2005 03:31:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|There was no hot water in my building this morning. Fuck that.|W|P|113364189010264486|W|P||W|P|12/03/2005 02:41:00 AM|W|P|Max|W|P||W|P|113359584953197203|W|P|adorable. inebriated|W|P|12/01/2005 11:23:00 AM|W|P|Max|W|P|Someone in Tacoma found my blog by searching "prosthetic testicle"|W|P|113345421744952346|W|P|Prosthetic Testicle|W|P|12/01/2005 09:04:00 AM|W|P|Max|W|P|Thank God its thursday. Thank God i get paid tomorrow. I need some money. I need a weekend as well.
I'm really enjoying reading all about Becca's wedding. Becca, don't worry: I may be speaking for myself, but it is not in fact annoying to hear about all of your wedding planning ins and outs. Just wait until you really get in to picking the food and the invitations and the cake and....
im getting verclempt. its too early in the morning for so much excitement.
In other news, I have been slowly working my way through Keislowski's (POLISH!) Decalogue, a mammoth 10-hour film, thats really more like ten short films. Their subject is loosely the ten commandments, but not in any particular order. And no one of the films can really by mapped on to one of the commandments. Most of them address a few of the commandments. They take the commandments, or the form of "commandment" itself, as a way of thinking about rules of conduct pretaining to morality and God. I've only seen the first two so far. They were both phenomenal and, you know, thought-provoking. The first one was about a mathematician and his son, who use a computer program to try to predict when the ice is going to freeze enough for the boy to go skating. Faced with his son's questions about faith, life, and death, the mathematician confronts his own problems with pure faith and real mathematical predictablility. Its also about god and machines.
All of the segements, while directed by Keislowski, had different cinematographers, so each one looks a little different, which keeps things interesting. So if anyone wants to watch any more of this series with me and talk about God, I still have 8 films left to watch. I think i also need to rent "the last tempation of christ" again.
oh, and Here's an article from the new york times about a french woman who got her face grafted back on--Wow--this is the first time doctors have been able to achieve such a detailed, meticulous, and extensive grafting. Apparently the hardest part of the whole thing was forming her lips.
AND, I was planning on going to the Met on Saturday, if anyone is interested in joining me. I'm going for The show about Photography and the Occult and the VanGogh drawings. It would be nice to see the FraAngelico as well. But im mostly excited for the RAUSCHENBERG SHOW THAT OPENS ON DEC. 20th. Im gonna have to go back.|W|P|113344904598886074|W|P||W|P|12/01/2005 07:25:00 PM|W|P|Becca|W|P|thanks, max! you're the best. what the heck is "the occult." i keep hearing that term and i don't quite understand.