Friday, September 22, 2006

random thoughts

Today's my last day as a permanent day job employee. From here, I'm taking yet another week off, and will resume work on a part-time basis in October. The little daydream scenario I mentioned a couple of months back is slowly starting to come to pass, and I'm thrilled. So, that said, here are my random thoughts of the day:

- Kate Bosworth needs to eat a samich. Or be the toothpick in a samich....
- Promised You A Miracle by Simple Minds is a brilliant song that is currently wedged in my noggin
- I need a new pair of creepers to go with this punk rock pink cheetah print bag I just bought. The fuzzier, the better (size 9, in case you were wondering)
- The drunk guy in china who jumped into the giant panda enclosure to give Gu Gu the panda a hug should be given another 4 more beers and a frontal labotomy
- Dave Navarro wants to be Prince
- Stingrays need love too!
- I am affirming for a pair of extra long skinny jeans in black and blue that don't cost $200 (I have 36" inseams - clothing these gams is not easy)

- It would be really funny to walk out of your house and see Boy George picking up your trash. Probably not so funny to him, though...


Think that's everything...

Thursday, September 21, 2006

up jumped the boogie

Okay, so I officially know what popping and locking are. I thought they were the same thing, but as Andy said, "dude, it's not like they call it poplocking. Duh." Point taken.

I'm sure you're wondering why I bring this up...

um... cause I'm taking hip hop dance lessons. There, I said it.

When you've gotten up off the floor and have stopped laughing hysterically, feel free to read on.

If you've ever seen me dj, you know that I'm a dancing fool - always have been, always will be. As I am regularly known to say, I'd dance to a heart monitor if it were over 120 beats per minute. I took ballet from age 3 to 16, then goth sensibility got in the way of all that nonsense (after all, my sweaty neck kept breaking out from the dog chain that my boyfriend at the time semi-permanently locked around it - all those blotches contrasted terribly with my pasty skin). I actually really miss it still (ballet, that is, not having a sadistic boyfriend), but don't think I could commit to the amount of work it would take to get back to where I was with it.

As a result, over the years I've taken various classes to keep the ants in my pants happy - from Irish dancing to swing dancing to Indian temple dancing - you name it. But all the while, my inner b-girl kept beckoning her blinged-out fingers at me. It's not like I'm necessarily too uncoordinated to hang - I was just really worried about making a gangly-looking ass out of myself... As it stands, I look to the peeps who can do that stuff well with absolute envy - and I can tell you with a fair degree of certainty that I've spent the better part of the last year or two driving my husband crazy with future hip hop danceoff scenarios like, "when I can rock the worm, the fools on that dancefloor are gonna step OFF" or "someday, my robot is gonna kick that robot's metallic ass all the way back to Brooklyn". He just sighs and pats me on the head most days.

So I bit the bullet and signed up through the DC Dance Collective. They're a great group - and with the plan I got, if I just can't nail the wave or the moonwalk, I can take hula or capoiera or any other number of native cultural dances, exploited for the fitness of suburbanites. The people in the class vary - from college kids to middle-aged housewives (snickering may resume now). I have to wonder what the teachers think - I went into it thinking I'd find an aerobics instructor who would say, "Okay HOMIES, let's moonwalk, let's moonwalk, now robot, now robot, to the left, to the right" with Jock Jams playing in the background; but to be honest, the instructors are amazing. They belong to actual hip hop dance "crews" and everything (god I feel so uncoordinated even writing these words - I grew up in Rockville, for god's sake - somewhere, Biggie Smalls is undoubtedly attempting to roll over in his grave...)

If you're wondering how I fared - I don't totally suck at it. I definitely need to figure out some of the mechanics of making one move flow into another, but it's actually not so bad when the instructors break it down, and you do drills with the other people in the class. Everyone looks ridiculous at first, so at least you have, like, 7 other partners in crime with whom to awkwardly "dimestop". Yeah, that's a real term (meaning, to stop dancing on a proverbial dime). But once we've gotten over ourselves, we're not half bad.

All that said, back to my point about popping and locking. You can read all about it here. I learned to pop last night, but haven't quite gotten into the meat of locking just yet. But when I do, I'm gonna Neil Armstrong my moonwalk all over that other crew. Werd.

wooooo... (sound of me lmao)

Okay, I LOVE this blog. Particularly for stuff like this.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

iPod horoscope

Love this post by my dear pal Stephanie. Basically, the premise is to think about what the first 10 songs that come up on your iPod shuffle says about your personality. She calls it a musical horoscope.

Here's mine (I have the XM walkman/MP3 player, but whatever...):

1. Siouxsie - Turn to Stone
2. Nick Drake - From the Morning
3. Das EFX - They Want FX (remix)
4. Heaven 17 - Let Me Go (12" vers)
5. Gnarls Barkley - Gone Daddy Gone
6. Against Me - Miami
7. Midnight Oil - The Dead Heart
7. Suzanne Vega - Tom's Diner
8. Alanis Morissette - Everything
9. Urban Dance Squad - Deeper Shade of Soul
10. Snow Patrol - Open Your Eyes

If you feel like you can interpret this level of chaos, be my guest!!!!

Happy Anniversary!


To my dear Andy - happy anniversary!

It's so hard to believe it's been 8 years since we were married!!! For being so damn young, that was an awfully good choice. You are the best husband a girl could ask for - I hope we have many, many, many more!!!!

xxx e ooo

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Right Round 9/16/06 - setlist and commentary

GREAT night last night. Super energy, 300 peeps in the house, plus no mean/demanding/icky people (although there was one who was a teensy bit creepy, but he went away quickly enough) - overall, this lil'e is happy.

OH, and this absolutely sweet couple came up to introduce themselves, and said that not only was it their anniversary, but that they'd met AT Right Round!!!! AWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!! I. LOVE. THAT. Hey dudes, if you two are reading this, get married and I'll dj your wedding, k?

On an interesting (to me, anyway...) side note, this is the 2nd month in a row that I haven't planned out the setlist during the week before. It's actually working out much better than I thought it would, and isn't nearly as stressful - I guess 5 years of doing Right Round in such a structured manner taught me a thing or 2, eh?

Anyhow, here's last night's setlist. I'll put an "**" by any requests.

Taco - Puttin' on the Ritz
Captain Sensible - Wot
Alphaville - Big in Japan
Wang Chung - Dance Hall Days
Tears for Fears - Shout
Book of Love - I Touch Roses (long-stemmed RMX)
Men At Work - Down Under
Siouxsie - Peek A Boo
U2 - Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Murray Head - One Night In Bangkok
Duran Duran - Notorious
Pet Shop Boys - Domino Dancing
Gang of 4 - Love a Man in Uniform
INXS - Need U Tonight
Howard Jones - Things Can Only Get Better
Da Smiths - Girlfriend in a Coma
M - Pop Musik
Erasure - A Little Respect
Dexy's Midnight Runners - Come on Eileen
** Icicleworks - Birds Fly
Violent Femmes - Blister in the Sun
** Men w/o Hats - Safety Dance
Yaz - Situation
Dead or Alive - Brand New Lover
Depeche Mode - Strangelove
New Order - True Faith
** James - Laid
Oingo Boingo / Thomas Dolby - She Blinded Me with Weird Science (dj lil'e mashup)
Erasure - Star
Kon Kan - I Beg Your Pardon
Anything Box - Living in Oblivion
OMD - If You Leave
Talk Talk - It's My Life
** Godfathers - Birth, School, Work, Death
** Automaton - Obsession
** Madness - Our House (Remix)
Pixies - Here Comes Your Man
** Pet Shop Boys - Always on My Mind
** New Order - Temptation
The Proclaimers - I Would Walk (500 Miles) - SIDE NOTE: I just found out yesterday that this song was written in 1988 - I thought it was written in the early 90's. Can I just tell you how friggin happy this made me??? The kids went absolutely NUTS when I played it. Yay!
** Big Country - Big Country
Aha - The Sun Always Shines on TV (Remix)
Depeche Mode - Just Can't Get Enough
Bananarama - Venus
** They Might Be Giants - Ana Ng
The Clash / Blondie / The Smiths - London Call Me in a Panic (dj lil'e mashup)
Duran Duran - Hungry Like the Wolf
** Pet Shop Boys - It's a Sin
Real Life - Send Me An Angel
Echo and the Bunnymen - The Cutter
** The Killers vs. Styx - Domo Arigato, Mr. Brightside (dj lil'e mashup)
** OMD - Enola Gay
** Joy Division - Love Will Tear Us Apart
Peter Schilling - Major Tom
The Cure - Just Like Heaven

ENCORE:
The Smiths - Ask
Dee Lite - Groove is in the Heart INTO New Order - Bizarre Love Triangle

Friday, September 15, 2006

stingrays are people too (well... kind of)

Dudes, WTF - seriously.

How could you possibly want to mutilate something this beautiful:

Seriously dudes - if you ever feel like avenging Steve Irwin, buy some crocodile shoes or something, okay? PLEASE don't kill one of these gentle critters.

e puts away soap box and walks away, head down, shoulders rounded.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Johnny Mao!

I just found out that Zhang Yimou (dissapointingly pronounced "Johnnymao" by the american press) my favorite, favorite, FAVORITE of all time directors, has a new movie coming out called "Riding Alone for Thousands of Miles".

He's the guy who directed "Hero" and "House of Flying Daggers". Although they are both fine films in their own right, that's not why I love him.

2 words for you: "To Live". 3 more: "The Road Home". 4 more still: "Raise the Red Lantern". Run, click, skate, bike to the place where you get movies and watch them all immediately. DISCLAIMER: If you don't like foreign, or more specifically Chinese movies, you will hate all of these. BUT, if you do like both of the above, you too may become a fan. Much like his action films, his dramas are absolutely breathtaking to watch. The stories will break your heart, and the subject matter gives you an intimate window into Chinese culture (fictional and actual) from his perspective throughout time.

Can't WAIT to see the new film!!!!!!!! LOVE me some Johnny Mao.

Monday, September 11, 2006

I remember.

It was a beautiful day. That's what I remember most of all. I walked to work - at the time both living and working in Georgetown. Got to my office, high on Wisconsin Avenue, with a lovely view of the Potomac River from the South side of the building. We could hear the planes flying down the river each day, could open the windows and catch a gorgeous breeze, and see the Pentagon on a clear day.

My co-worker came upstairs and asked us if we'd heard the news - 2 planes had hit the World Trade Center in a freak accident. We all headed down to the conference room to watch the tv coverage.

I don't remember the timing. I don't know how it all unfolded. What I do know is that, hand over my mouth, I looked out the window at the Potomac River, wondering who would do such a thing. I didn't notice the plane, flying oddly toward the Pentagon. I didn't see it bank sickeningly toward the ground.

I did see the explosion. And I screamed. My stepfather worked in the Pentagon at the time, but was blessedly on travel in South Carolina. My mother was at BWI Airport, waiting to board a plane for Arizona. My husband and I flew back from a trip to San Francisco 3 days earlier.

I remember the dozens of phone calls that followed. Terrified parents, spouses and children who saw the chaotic news reports and weren't sure if any of us were safe. For a long time, Andy and I kept the message that I left frantically on our machine. It chilled our blood to listen to the terror in my voice, screaming about where I'd meet him if anything else happened.

I remember the walk home - it was almost hot out, and sickeningly clear. I remember the hundreds of dazed, stupified office workers, wandering aimlessly about that morning. The tanks and military personnell all over our city. I was glued to the television all day - for days. I think we all were. I remember the new Black Cat opening on the 14th or so, and how jumpy all of us were to be in a crowd. I remember the piles and piles of flowers and candles left at the feet of the Ghandi statue at Q and 21st Streets.

Now Andy and I have an action plan - a trunk full of water, dried foods, and booze (duh). We have mapped out our escape route, and the way we would communicate if we're separated. It all makes me sad, even to this day.

Anyway, I don't really want to comment on my feelings about the state of the world, and I definitely don't want to argue, so please don't even try. I don't even know how to end this post. I'll just quote my friend Tom Bridge, and the beautiful post he did this morning on Metroblogging DC:

"I wish today that all who seek to do us harm would stop and examine the principles upon which we are founded: the equality of all people, the franchise of all people to assist in their governance, the freedom of people from tyranny and the dedication of this nation to rights of the people to be free from fear, free from want, free to speak, and free to worship. These freedoms come with heavy prices, which we have paid in the past, and are paying now, and will pay again. Understanding that, I hope that they can respect our freedoms, respect our desires and cease their pursuit of our destruction for not subsuming ourselves to a specific religion, a limit upon speech, and a poverty that only the tyranny of evil men can cause.

This is the result I hope for. This is the result I hope that my grandchildren will see on the Mall some decades hence, when I am old, and when this war is over. For now, though, I will settle for a day without bombs, a day without crashes, a day without fear. "

Friday, September 08, 2006

Earworms

Gotta love the earworm. That snippet of a song that gets lodged in your noggin and won't get out.... My pal Tiff brought it up here - so then the notion itself got stuck in my head - how funny is that?

Andy and I play a game when we're diving - we name the most annoying song we can think of just before dropping below the water. 9 times out of 10, that song stays in there for the duration of the dive. On our last trip, my most annoying one was "How Much Is That Doggie In The Window". Sadly for my fella, I did that one all on my own...

Thursday, September 07, 2006

crikey.

Yeah, I know I'm late getting to this....

Steve Irwin. Lordy. Poor guy. I feel for that man's family in a big way.

Having just returned from a dive trip in West palm beach (and yes, I DID practically take the entire month of August off), I have to say that I'm stunned, shocked, and amazed by the manner of his passing. I've been a diver for 8 years now, have seen many rays, and never have thought of them as anything more than beautiful, graceful creatures worthy of admiration. Granted, I've never been stabbed through the friggin heart by one, but I do think I've seen enough of them and heard enough about them to know not to fear them, per se.

That said, gentle though undersea critters can be, it's my feeling that anything under the sea should be admired and respected, but never EVER touched, harrassed, cornered or otherwise bugged for ANY reason. You'd be surprised what the oils on your fingers can do to coral and fishes. You might also be surprised to see the number of people touching wildlife, hanging onto coral, god knows what else. It's disturbing - yet, even as a safe diver, when accidental encounters with the dangerous stuff does happen, they can be beyond painful (as I was unfortunate to discover when slammed by a wave against some fire coral a couple of years ago)

To be honest, I'm more afraid of some of the corals and worms and the little guys that pack a bigger wollop if you were to touch them (or even brush up against them). Even the scary looking guys (sharks, eels, baraccuda) we saw on this last trip couldn't have cared less about us.

I guess for a guy like that, though, it didn't entirely surprise me that he had some crazy death. It's just a shame he couldn't have had 44 more years before it happened.

That said, there are a couple of dive pics of our trip posted here, courtesy of the lovely and talented Olga P. Enjoy.