Music Quickie
Song of the Minute: Hiroshima Mon Amour by The Church
I just wanted to take a moment to share with you my absolute love of Pandora. Pandora is a streaming radio site with bizarre "music genome project" hookups that make it relatively psychic. Just put in a couple of your favorite bands, and it finds similar music and plays it straight, free. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, check it out and see the beauty. If you do know, then email me your stations and keep me posted on what you’re listening to and like.
For the record, Nada Surf was awesome, and seeing Sara again was a breath of fresh air. Anne captured my baby girl nicely by saying "She’s so funny. She’s all neurotic and yet completely honest about it." Which is of course only a slice of my only love, but a good one.
I am so procrastinating right now… I have three books to read, and a midterm next week. What am I doing? writing to you people. That’s right. You. Because thoughts of you are a phantom distraction. Actually, I just read Suzy’s blog, and her overcapitalization is contagious. You are a Phantom Distraction. That’s better. You are far more interesting to me than Feminist Geography and Carmen Miranda. What can I say. Here’s the love.
Speaking of love, I offer you my sincerest happy VD, (Bonnie, I hate you. Look what I’m doing), and hope none of you spend a penny this week on anything red, shiny, floralistic, or chocolaty out of pure principle. My principles. Which should be your principles. Kerr Drug was putting candy and bears out like the day after Christmas. Don’t do it. Don’t succumb. Be strong. I don’t care how long you have or haven’t been together. Celebrate Love every day the other 364 days a year. Yeah, yeah, I’m done. Shut up.
"Beaches, Bananas, and Bases" is calling to me. If you’re ever interested in feminists stereotyping "men of power" circa 1989, this is the book for you. There are even pictures in it. God I wish I were kidding.
Enough. Open Pandora’s box. You won’t be disappointed.
