Yesterday I went to the La. Crawfish Festival in the Lower Ninth with Candace, Leila, nofunangie, Steve, and a bunch of other friends ( Read more... )

It's definitely been Art Day. Didn't even schedule it to be so. Since I woke up at the crack of noon, I have:

1. worked on a writing project for a few hours - very happy with today's results.
2. Tossed around some design ideas in Photoshop for a web site for a friend who has suckered me into his current project.
3. Got more than half of the 50-run David Bowie ( Read more... )

Argh! I can't get “Alouette” out of my head! Dante didn't write about this layer of hell.

D'ja ever think what a fucked up song that is, especially if children are meant to sing it?Trans:
Alouette, gentil Alouette.
Alouette, I'm gonna pluck da feathers from yo' ass! [bizatch!]
Sounds like something angeliska would sing if she were babysitting.

Weekend starts … [clicking stopwatch definitively] … NOW!Between picking up an extra shift this week, fighting off Cold #27 of the season, playing with a few very entertaining houseguests, and the usual fatigue involved with being in bars all night long, I have next-to-nothing planned for the next four days besides sitting in bed, masturbating, ( Read more... )

Fever broken. Woke up in a pool of fever sweat, which is unpleasant in itself, but good news for the morrow ( Read more... )

Woohoo! After much struggling, stretching of fingers and breaking out into cold sweats, I can finally play Rachmaninoff's Prélude in G minor. (3.5 MBThe middle part with the dainty, subtle, almost imperceptible harmonizing arpeggios was by far the roughest part. Which isn't really fair because it's supposed to be played so subtly that you don't ( Read more... )

Housemate Nalcée is the bassist for a grind core band. This is a genre of music I never really cared for at all, but I gotta admit, since living with him, I've come to appreciate many aspects of it. Most fun, of course, are the titles of death metal songs. 'I Cum Blood', 'Hacked In The Face With A Chainsaw', 'Fetus Ripped From The Vagina With Salad ( Read more... )

As I was merrily prattling away in my correspondence this evening, still listening to Saint-Saëns (for once a CD is in the box, it generally stays there for a few days), I had to stop my train of thought to clutch my giblets and make little circles around my nipples for a particularly gorgeous passage of S-S's Piano Concerto #2, G minor, 1st mvt. ( ( Read more... )

…not in the literal sense, alas. Just really, really, no-but-like-rilllllleeeee enjoying this lazy rainy dumb Tuesday.

Neshenti axed if I could play his cherished Beethoven's 7th, then made an mp3 available on his journal thingy pooh. I wasn't familiar with it, but he's right, it makes a dreary dumb rainy fabulous day a little more faboo ( Read more... )

Dreary, chillish, rainy day. Thunder rolls softly from somewhere far away. A day off without a whisper of obligations. Sitting on the balcony drinking hot green/kombucha/ginger/lemon tea, holding my favorite book as if to read it but really just gazing around my quiet, gorgeous neighborhood while the cat skates figure 8's around my ankles, breeping ( Read more... )