Saturday, August 31, 2002 ::: I bought some books for the plane - daughters of britannia, all about the lives of british diplomat's wives over the past couple of centuries; Gotham, a history of new york city up to 1898, and word freak, which is all about professional scrabble players. I'll opine about them when I'm not quite so tired.
The post went cho-crazy this weekend now that the notorious cho has hit dc theaters - including a little interview tucked into the weekend section.Oh, and weekend section review and style section review and all that, no surprise there. I already saw her live when she came to town a while ago, so I haven't seen the movie. But I love the posters, though, what with the long long nails and threatening facial expression. Margaret Cho is a dangerous woman, girls!
Wednesday, August 28, 2002 ::: so there hasn't been much in the way of updating this week because I'm about to leave for vacation and have to get everything in order and have been kind of stressed out and worrying about other things. But I'm borrowing my brother-in-law's digital camera so I can duly record all that transpires.
Tuesday, August 20, 2002 ::: who wants to write in for boring old anthony williams, when you can vote for a bugler/dancer/whatever who wears very coordinated outfits with her husband? And is friends with Marlon Brando? The photograph is a must-see - white garden-party hat and american flag scarf around her neck as she schmoozes with local politicos, her husband all the while accompanying her with a guitar. strum strum.
Sunday, August 18, 2002 ::: it was very very hot today, especially walking to georgetown and back to go to the furniture store which unfortunately had the ugliest futons known to man. Ikea had nicer ones though they were not in stock. But no one has exactly what I want - a smallish futon that folds into a V during its intermediate folding stage. And is not ugly. I think I'm going to have to buy some drapey cloth fabric to cover the futon when not in use. And figure out how to rearrange my furniture.
oh, that supergood japanese punk girl band that I saw last weekend is called byokie. they don't show up anywhere helpful in google. But they apparently just relocated to dc and hopefully they'll be playing a few shows around town. hopefully not when I'm on vacation.
Thursday, August 15, 2002 ::: My New Yorker came in the mail yesterday, and there's an article about a day in the life of city restaurant inspector, and they have posted an interview with the author. The article was accompanied by a rather unsettling photograph of a cockroach scurrying across a health inspection form, which made me think that I was going to be truly horrified, but things weren't quite as bad I thought they might be.
saw josie and the pussycats this weekend - and it was as rightfully campy as I had hoped. The music and singing was a little lackluster, but that's not what I rented if for anyway. What I rented it for was that, simply put, Parker Posey is the best-dressed supervillainess to walk this earth. Of course, that is to be expected if you are secretly running an organization that is controlling all trends, fads and fashions through a discreet but effective subliminal messaging campaign incorporated into popular song lyrics - the best scene in the movie is the slang committee decreeing "the word for cool will be jerkin', as in: 'Dude, that's totally jerkin'.'" But enough spoiling the plot. Finding it in the video store requires a bit of digging around the shelves, but it is truly a hidden gem of movie.
Speaking of girl bands, I was walking home this afternoon, and what did I happen to come across but a band of japanese punk rocker girls playing a set in a nice shady section of the circle. Turns out it was part of ladyfest dc which I had heard about but didn't realize was so interesting. I'm trying to find out what what they were called - will post if I know.
right on. I have to say that even though I am a man of no uncertain political opinions, I generally don't post much on political issues. But every now and then I feel a need for fiery invective. I feel some brewing at the moment.