Today’s song

February 4, 2009

Even though I’ve been listening to Miles Davis all day, and am about to go see Rigoletto at the Met (yay! First time going to the opera in two years!) this ends up being today’s earworm. It’s been stuck in my head since yesterday. I was convinced it was an Animal Collective song, since I’ve been listening to Merriweather Pavilion on repeat, and was going mad looking for it.

Hurray for Architecture in Helsinki, though. One of my very favourite band names.

Without further ado:

To be perfectly honest, I’m only quite so madly in love with the first few chords of the song, but those resonate enough with me to make it all work.

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Eek.

February 3, 2009

02ECHASEA.JPGThey’re remaking Bonnie and Clyde. Hilary Duff is starring.

The horror.

Mainly, though, I just wanted an excuse to put up this picture. Have a pair of film outlaws ever looked cooler? I love you, Faye Dunaway.

Coveting.

February 2, 2009

I watched Do the Right Thing again the other night, and among other things, found myself fixated on the sheer coolness of Radio Raheem’s knuckle dusters.

radioraheemThere is no way in hell I could actually pull something like that off, (though not for lack of ardent wishing) but seeing this sparked a desire for some really enormous and/or badass jewelry for my left hand. My right hand is covering the dainty rings.

Scouring the nets, I stumbled across the following exemplars:

Rumi from Fashion Toast wearing the Elizabeth & James knuckle ring in silver.
fashion-toast-elizabeth-james-ring1Sadly, it’s old news, hasn’t been knocked off as far as I can tell, and is unfindable on eBay, or else I’d be all over it. I love the length and the minimalist lines. I’ve seen other rings of this shape (and annoyingly, have passed up near-identical ones from street vendors back home in Italy!) but they tend to have stones, or other things going on, which overloads the impact of the length. I do not approve.

Continuing with the minimalism, I really enjoy this take on the knuckle duster, found in Metalsugar‘s shop on Etsy.

slender-bar-ringAction shot:

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I kind of fear that I would inadvertantly manage to stab myself in the eye with it, but I do love the simplicity of the line.

I also loved this, but some  horrible person bought it before I could measure my ring size. (From myheartmonster‘s shop on Etsy.)

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Anyway, have to run off, but thought I would leave you with a final ring… one that I would never wear, except as a joke, but wish ardently I could pull off. Every day. All the time. For all those moments I need to feel like an action hero.

Three finger POW! ring from Ehsani‘s online store.

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On repeat.

January 30, 2009

I can’t find my headphones, so I think my coworkers might kill me. I’m trying to alternate it with other stuff enough that I can pull off playing this a ton without incurring any wrath. But I love this song today.

I’m not sure why it is I love it so much. I certainly have never been in the situation described in the song, so I’m not undergoing some deep mystical identification with that, but I’m digging the emotion. And her voice. I’m usually not enthralled by the cutesy-voiced girls genre [whenever I listen to Joanna Newsom I have to suppress the urge to hunt her down and smack her soundly for being so odious] but hers is acceptable.

Also on rotation (and to force you to listen to Lykke Li 🙂 ):

Early Morning Dance Party

January 29, 2009

I love George Michael. Unabashedly. I also miss the days when supermodels were actually gorgeous, instead of looking vaguely diseased. How better to start a morning when I get to lounge blissfully around than by revisiting these old classics?

(And how amazing is the motorcycle corset in the one below? Thierry Mugler is an insane, insane genius.)

Actually, I’m not sure if these videos are more of a testament to my love for George Michael or my love for Linda Evangelista’s general status as a goddess. So why don’t I give you some George all on his own. Shall I?

Ahh…. perfect, leisurely way to wake up. Perfect sunny morning, time enough for breakfast, and George Michael. Bliss.

(Now if I only lived on my own… but that’s something to be worked on for a later day.)

Popped into my head today, and I couldn’t resist putting this up, in honour of myself aged 15-20. Maybe it’s time for me to have it as my ringtone again.

Tiny Poems

December 29, 2008

I’m just back from a lovely Christmas break in Hong Kong at my Dad’s, where much bonding was had and much French was spoken (le sigh). As I am absolutely knackered, I thought printing here tiny poems that I love would be appropriate. I’ve been making R. learn about English-language literature, as these topics somehow tend not to come up in engineering classes, and I though these would be appropriate for the amount of time at his disposal.

First, my favourite. “Fog” by Carl Sandburg. I have early memories of this poem, and used to draw little pictures of a sea of kitties, all engaged in conveying the fog to its proper place.

THE fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches 5
and then moves on.

Then, evoking a similar but entirely disassociated mood, “The Red Wheelbarrow” by William Carlos Williams. (I love the failed WASP-iness of his name.)

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

And that is that. It is late, I have successfully beaten my jet lag. I watched The Holiday while trying to say up. It was, as predicted, mediocre, and I was kind of annoyed that Kate Winslet and Jack Black are considered to be in similar leagues, looks-wise. Regardless, watching it frees up a Netflix spot.

I leave you with the song I’m listening to before bed.

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The hopes, the dreams.The soap-opera addiction? The stash of costume jewelry at the back of the wardrobe. The newspaper cuttings. The opera-length gloves tried on in front of the mirror.

[London Shop Fronts via Design Sponge]

More favourite music.

December 9, 2008

Apparently this is the blog where I post good songs that help me through the day. Today I’ve mainly been listening to Nina Simone et al., but I decided to make a little detour into Sonic Youth:

I feel like later it’s going to be a Fleetwood Mac kind of day… it’s dark now, and I’m overtired and dreamy, the way I like to be when I listen to them. Some days, they’re the remedy for most ills.

December 9, 2008

Long, long, painfully long day at work today. It’s hard when I have to work so late (I got home just half an hour ago) because I then become so desperate for a life of my own that I end up staying up even later. It’s a horrible habit, but I’m not sure what to do about it. Clearly, late-night blogging isn’t the answer, but I felt the urge to stop by and check in.

A few things kept me sane today. Firstly, stuck in my head all day was this song:

Which then turned into this as the day wore on, the workload grew more ridiculously impossible, and my coworkers and I started having hysterical manic laughing fits all over the office:

(I love David Byrne’s grandpa shoes and chicken neck in this video. What a stud.)

(As a further side note… this is one of the songs I remember most clearly from my childhood. Obvi the “fa fa-fa fa fa fa” part is fun, but still my knowledge of it as a small child is equal parts vaguely creepy and a testament to my parents having awesome taste in music.)

I also managed, on my subway ride to work and during the FIFTEEN WHOLE MINUTES I grabbed to scarf down a sandwich from Pret a Manger, to finish the book I was reading, Better by Atul Gawande. Among his many, many many other distinctions, Dr. Gawande was almost the surgeon who removed my thyroid. In the end, I opted for his partner, the wonderful Dr. Chip Moore, who proved to be an artist with his scalpel, but Gawande’s name stuck with me, and so I felt compelled to pick up his book when I saw it in the bookstore. I’m also a sucker for books about medicine– my secret childhood dream for aaaaaaages was to be a neurosurgeon. Reaading about decision-making, medical ethics and the path towards medical advances is simply fascinating, particularly in the wake of reading Mountains Beyond Mountains. The two books touch on similar subjects, though one is a biography and the other is a reflection, but I quite enjoyed seeing the questions pulled into the greater dimension of their application to daily goings-on in first world life. The contrast was unexpected, but worked perfectly.

Anyway, those’re all the vague thoughts for the night. It is late, and I must get to sleep. I have big plans for curling up in my bed and starting in on Going After Cacciato. After my foray onto writings about the world of medicine, now I find myself gong into war fiction. I wonder if my reading choices speak of some deep underlying mental process I’m undergoing. The other option considered was Open Letters, political essays. A pretty far cry from my ordinary trashy scifi, hopeless Anglophilia, and love for mysteries. Interesting.

And a superficial note? my hands are so dry and full of papercuts that i feel like a manual laborer. Sigh.

Favourite word (or historical group) today: Merovingian. Swirls around the bottom of mouth delightfuly. Ok, yawning. Bed bed!