bliss of another kind
friday, february 8, 2002
let me peek in one of angela's enormous dictionaries... yup. indeed. i am feeling positively boisterous, sanguine and well-centered. i realize one could interpret that as loudmouthed and bloodthirsty, but i'm going more for the exuberant, cheerful interpretation. though i'm sure such energy could be misinterpreted as homocidal urges. heh.
i fell down yesterday, scratched up my arm, but magically the sheer fabric of my angel wing-arm shirt didn't rip in the least. that's always a good sign. it was one of those classic slapstick falls, too, that are best played in slow-motion in film. bystanders dropping jaws, my arms flapping impossibly much before finally reaching the ground. but i'm fine.
i sat in the mud, laughing and cussing a bit. it was such a way to start a morning. but there you go. in class, we coded behaviour in music videos, trying to scientifically prove what videos were more mysogynistic than the others. did you know that faith hill's cmt videos are positively brimming with nasty imagery, such as errupting water faucets, and faith squirting ketchup bottles, catching the spray with her tongue in a most gross way?
a small-time, independent rapper had flown in to visit his musical collaborator, aka one of the guys in the class. he showed us his latest video, and we got to code it. "scantily clad women: check. check. check!" .. 'twas fun.
for some reason, the guy in my class has a friendly shine to me, so no matter how much i hissed at the rapper over the crappy, shaking thonged booty-filled video, they just smiled and called me "sweetie." .. okay. it was fun, nonetheless. :)
i got the school newspaper online yesterday. i think it may be a first that i got the paper online the same day the real version comes out. if you want to, you can read my little over-simplified enron rant here.
hee hee. tori amos' sampled splortchy noises on her song "suede" made the dog bark and glare at the sound source. that's always fun. earlier, i chased him around the house shrieking: "sugar daddy, come on and sugar me!" on repeat. you know. behaviour only a dog, or possibly a very young child could truly appreciate. hee hee.
i never did end up doing a radio show this week--i was going to sit in with cedric, the dj working last night, but flaked. it's funny how i want to toggle things in a studio and play music, but can't bring myself to knock on a door because i've never met the guy who is supposed to open it. heh. that's okay.
i'm gearing up for wednesday's valentine's show anyway. again, the radio thing is hardly because there will be people listening. i look at it as a way to learn how to work a bit of technology while putting together mix-tapes. remember the fun of mix-tapes? nowadays, i get mix-cd's from people, i guess it's sort of the same.. sort of.
the valentine show (on the 13th) i plan to set up as a musical journey through a relationship. you know. the corny "i want him/heeer, s/he doesn't know i'm here!" beginnings, the lusty first weeks, the solid lamb: gorecki days, and then of course the deterioration.
then comes the bitter songs, the stalker songs, and ultimately, the murder songs. hee hee. guess which part will be the most fun? ;) absolutely geek fest.
frangipani. frangipani? cin cin! �� 5:26 p.m.
