Time to be a good big sister and plug my brother's band!

Buckman Page has a new album coming out in May! Album #2 is called I'll Paint Myself Again. It is pretty good! They're still doing what they do best: singing in harmony, musing about life and girls, and Matt getting indignant about the plight of the common man. They also seem to have ( Read more... )

March is murmuring somewhere in the background, but I don't really feel it yet. I keep thinking it's February. Actually, I'm not sure if I ever thought it was February at all. So far, this hasn't been a year of much introspection (with the exception, I suppose, of entries like this). I'm present in the moment, but not in a way that I'm really ( Read more... )

Usually, when I ride the train, I see at least one poster from a university med center, advertising drug trials for treating things like bulimia, schizophrenia, and depression. I always wonder about the people who sign up for these trials. I worry about what they do when the trial is over. Pharmacology is always a tricky situation, especially when ( Read more... )

( This, basically, made my day. )

Amazing find: the full text and pictures for The Recently Deflowered Girl, by Edward Gorey. (warning: pdf document)

"For nearly half a century Miss Hyacinthe Phypps has been offering guidance on proper behavior. Her simple rules of propriety and common sense have helped a generation of girls over the threshold to womanhood. Recognizing the need ( Read more... )

So today, after catching up on a week's worth of work-- which really gives you an idea of how labor-intensive my job is-- I had to put a few things back in the supply closet. Part of my job involves keeping the supply closet full of supplies and in some semblance of order, so at this point I know pretty much everything that it contains. There was ( Read more... )

If this doesn't get you into the holiday spirit, then nothing else will.

Things that are great, OR, as the RedEye calls it, "Random Acts of Greatness".

- I realize that by now my Amanda Palmer obsession has reached something of a near fever pitch, but holy crap, this is the saddest thing ever. She performed this song the first time I saw her in Chicago, and I barely held it together then. This time, alone at my ( Read more... )

You can watch this video on www.livejournal.com

This is SO not appropriate at all. But SO fantastic.

ETA: This used to be a YouTube video, but Warner Music is made up of greedy jerks and they took the damn thing down. It's back up on Vimeo.com, though.

I wrote this to my mum the morning after Election Night.
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( So here's last night, in as much detail as I can muster at the moment: )