Oh god, this song- I haven't been able to stop listening to it all day. It is absolutely infectious. It sounds like there are 5 amadeas and 2 jhimms on vocals. Very Liz-Fraser-esque. Well, perhaps not quite Liz-Fraser-esque, but it's the same general concept I think. The first time I heard the Cocteau Twins, I honestly thought that there were 2 ( Read more... )

I've been doing a lot of deep, soul-searching introspection lately- about Garbage Pail Kids, and how they have more or less shaped the whole course of my life:


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I finally caved in and saw Kill Bill 2, and I have to say that Bill's little Clark Kent speech at the end is easily one of the greatest things I've ever heard. Clark Kent is Superman's critique of humanity- does this mean that, in Bewitched, Samantha Stevens's whole dutiful housewife persona is really her witch-self's critique of housewifery? And ( Read more... )

Come into my life, said the Harvard Sq. panhandler (or "spanger" as they are more affectionately known) to me as I was walking back to my apartment today, in a husky, almost erotic whisper.

But I just came into your life about twenty minutes ago, remember? I replied.

Come in again, then. If I can just make it to $30 I'll be all set. And I'm ( Read more... )

Today I ate lunch next to John Malkovich at the Temple Bar on Mass Ave. I knew Malkovich sightings were pretty common in Cambridge, but I had never had one myself, and I'm not at all accustomed to celebrity sightings in general except of the official Kofi-Annan-Commencement type. He was wearing the ugliest outfit imaginable, like all movie stars ( Read more... )

I was walking through Harvard Square the other day, in the rain, and the part of my brain that is always lazily searching for evidence that the world is a holographic simulation was being more impertinent and disruptive than usual. Didn't that same guy just walk past me 30 seconds ago? A glitch in the matrix? And aren't those scan lines that I see ( Read more... )

Today I won my bitter, four-month-long battle of psychological warfare with the ebay soup nazi, and I hold in my hands the precious slowdive dvd. I am now going to venture into the uncharted waters of human/dvd sexual relations...

Tonight at midnight I went to Cambridge City Hall to see the revolution firsthand, as the first marriage licenses were handed out to gay couples. The part of Mass Ave leading into Central Square was blocked off, and my cabbie had some trouble getting me close [no, sorry, pal, you'll have to go around- there are like 10,000 fucking people getting ( Read more... )

A middle-aged couple just had this horrific screaming match right outside my window. It was sad and entertaining at the same time-

DO YOU WANT ME TO GROVEL, IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT??? DO YOU WANT ME TO GET DOWN ON MY KNEES AND CRAWL OVER TO THE CAR LIKE A DOG??? I'VE BEEN DOING IT EVER SINCE I GOT MARRIED!!

"The sanctity of heterosexual marriage,"

Lately I've been in a terrible sort of malaise, the kind that stubbornly persists despite a full consciousness of its own ridiculousness. I feel a bit like Elisabet Vogler in Persona, when she stops herself mid-sentence on stage, and a strange expression comes over her face, as if she's just had an epiphany of some sort, a mystical insight into the ( Read more... )