ironymaiden: (reader boys)
a co-worker has a new black vehicle, and discussion of naming said vehicle
led to suggestions of "Disaster Area" and "Hotblack Desiato".

which is how i figured out that it's been 25 years since "Mostly Harmless"
came out. (if you haven't read it, don't read it, it's crap.)

on the one hand, i appreciate that i remember details about The
Restaurant at the End of the Universe
enough that i didn't have to
look anything up. on the other hand, i'm feeling old.
ironymaiden: (music)
this morning C started singing Ana Ng while we were walking the dog. it's remarkable what a deep and continuous groove is worn in my head - i'm pretty sure that i can sing all of the songs on Lincoln and Flood in order. (They Might Be Giants get progressively less awesome for me after Flood. Apollo 18 was uneven, and once they brought in the band i really lost interest. we had grown apart.)

i don't know if TMBG made me or knew me. it's indistinguishable now.
ironymaiden: (music)
The Beatles hit streaming services today.

the digital revolution shooed me away from The Beatles. their best albums were made without track breaks; i can confirm that the break imposed in Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band/A Little Help from my Friends still makes me scream and curse. between that and the way releases dribbled out over time and under various restrictions it was easier to enjoy all the other music out there.

i have all the feels.

***

once upon a time, videodiscs competed with VCR for the home video market. my family lived beyond the reach of cable tv lines, could get a whopping four tv channels over the air (and ABC was always snowy), and couldn't afford one of the giant satellite dishes of the day. it took an hour+ round trip to get to a video rental place. enter Columbia House.

we developed a pretty extensive collection of those heavy plastic-cased discs.* and the club thing meant that occasionally they would throw in random documentaries for free. so The Compleat Beatles arrived at our house unbidden. no one in my family was particularly into The Beatles (mom was too old, dad was into new folk, my brothers loved heavy metal, and while my sister owned The White Album and the red & blue compilations, she passed them to me without a backward look.) the doc hooked me with its exhaustive soundtrack and excellent storytelling. i watched it over and over, and in retrospect i can credit it (and another freebie, Girl Groups: the Story of a Sound) with both the formation of an independent taste in music and my love of documentary film.

The Beatles, with their evolving sound and differing writing styles, set me up for appreciating a variety of music. they had songs for when i was happy, songs for when i was depressed, songs for when i was angry, songs for whimsy, and songs for being rebellious and horny. songs that were basic, songs that were baroque. Sgt Pepper on my walkman was the soundtrack of the constant car trips to care for my declining grandmother. i wrote lyrics from White Album songs all over school notebook covers. the soundtrack of my first kiss was American Pie, but that boy used to sing Michelle to me.

***
so i played Sgt Pepper this morning when Rhapsody offered it to me. how it aches. i raged against that stupid track break. i shed a tear in memory of fellow fan [livejournal.com profile] markbourne. and i thought about how She's Leaving Home set me on the road away from the farm.







*we even got a custom cabinet for them. my parents still have them, although i don't know that they hook up the player much since my niece and nephew have outgrown Thunderbirds and Goofy Sports. i still know exactly where to get up and flip over Raiders of the Lost Ark.
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[livejournal.com profile] buhrger asked me five questions. if you would like me to ask you five questions, request them in a comment, then post with the same offer so that the best meme may roll on.

1.if ten-years-ago you saw your current level of engagement with Sounders FC/MLS, how surprised would she have been? (asking because ten-years-ago me would have been a little surprised.)

i think she would be more shocked that i could afford to be a season ticket holder than anything else. but perhaps sad that i couldn't escape sports - in 2005 i didn't have to know anything or pretend to care about any sports. the only time i saw any game of any kind was [livejournal.com profile] southplains's annual Super Bowl party.

but there's also a certain inevitablilty. my family has always watched sports. while i never was thoroughly passionate about any of them, i always liked the in-stadium experience of football and basketball (and to a lesser extent, baseball).* my brothers played football when they were in highschool (and i was a charming toddler). my family had Penn State football tickets. i was in marching band, which meant that i was at all the football games when i was in high school. i always loved the crowd dynamic and anything involving singing or call and response.

there is part of me that is hardwired to love night games in crisp cool weather. the boiling hot summer day games? 2015 me is still surprised that i can stand that.


2.do you have a memory of first realizing that you are a dog person? or has it always been part of you?

no. there have always been dogs, or an aching hole where the dog should be.

i have no memory of learning to love dogs. (my father had a well-trained black Lab when he married mom. so when i was born, Buck was already there.) i have memories of being told to be more careful, that not every strange dog is my friend. i also remember a time when mom suggested that i give the dog some of the cookie i was eating: i held it out and let the dog take a bite, then i finished it. no dog ever bit me (other than puppy nips) or chased me or gave me a bad experience (other than dying in my presence). in this i'm pretty lucky since i accidentally mostly did things right - i only really started researching the science of dog body language and behavior when we were ramping up to adopting Molly.

3.if, for reasons of notional security, you were required to move out of ballard to some place on the east side (the horrors!) where would you go? money is no object. notional security, yunno.

security? like, i'm building a fortress? The Snoqualmie Tunnel as a starter tunnel for my hollow mountain fortress. it has two defensible access points and a lovely view. (hey, we should do that hike some August.)

4.regarding star wars the force awakens, where do you fall on the spectrum from "SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY" to "it better not suck"? (to, i suppose, "i'm not even going to bother")

i fall solidly in "i've been hurt before". C and i occasionally say "hey, we should buy tickets for that sometime" and then we fail to go order them. i have avoided most spoiler chatter and i suppose i will need to see it before Christmas if i want to visit the internet. Pirates A and E are passionate about it and we *are* playing the Star Wars RPG right now, so it's more of a social obligation than an actual desire at this point. i don't need more Star Wars at all, but it would be nice for it to be good.

5.while we both read charlie stross, we seem to prefer different books of his. which are your favourites, and which are your least favourites?

favorites are the Laundry books, but i think they're most successful as shorter stories. so i love The Atrocity Archives, and the short about working over Christmas, and the short with the unicorns.

i adored the start of the Merchant books, but for me they fell off the rails when <redacted /> died and i think i gave it one book after that and then walked away.

i liked Singularity Sky.

thought the ones with the crime in the MMORPG were already dated when they were published and terribly twee. "Web 3.14" *rolls eyes*

loathed Accelerando. the reviews were so good, and then it turned out to be a collection of short stories that i didn't like when i read them the first time in their magazine publication. (i was really into reading short fiction magazines at the right time.)



*hockey was something i watched on tv sometimes. i think Penn State had an ice rink? i know i tried ice skating indoors approximately once somewhere and my ankles were too weak to function. i actually had an Edmonton sweatshirt at one point - it was in a bargain bin and i loved the colors. i had a passing interest in the Pittsburgh Penguins, who were very very good when i was in high school - i loved the mouth-feel of saying Jaromir Jagr (for the uninitiated, it sounds like yommer yagger. yommer yagger yommer yagger yommer yagger!)
ironymaiden: (bumbler)
Life in Hell is over. funny, i thought it had died quietly while Matt Groening was busy with The Simpsons and Futurama. that it was still out there for so many years without me knowing it, that's sad.

in high school i used to make a special trip to a record store in State College to pick up a (usually week-old) copy of Pittsburgh City Paper. it brought me Life In Hell, and Savage Love, and personal ads asking for relationships that to me were the stuff of fiction. that bit of city culture was a rare commodity in my world - this was after BBSes, but long before local calls to said BBSes.

Life in Hell had sex. Life in Hell had a happy gay couple. Life in Hell was saying what i was thinking about being in school. it was there when i needed it, and for that i am forever grateful.
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is it May yet?
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ironymaiden: (siff 2k7)
Disney is closing Miramax.

i'm not surprised, just disappointed. kind of like discovering that they don't market villains or older properties at the parks anymore.

the Weinsteins brought grit and marketing savvy to "indie" film distribution, managing to punch their films into markets as small as my little towns in Pennsylvania. they were the brand name on the culture that mattered to me in college and for years beyond. Clerks, The Crow, Pulp Fiction. Il Postino, Queen Margot, Princess Mononoke.

the Weinsteins aren't exactly my favorite people these days, but i'm sorry that the thing they made is going away - and that they still can't use the name that honors their parents.
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Disney is closing Miramax.

i'm not surprised, just disappointed. kind of like discovering that they don't market villains or older properties at the parks anymore.

the Weinsteins brought grit and marketing savvy to "indie" film distribution, managing to punch their films into markets as small as my little towns in Pennsylvania. they were the brand name on the culture that mattered to me in college and for years beyond. Clerks, The Crow, Pulp Fiction. Il Postino, Queen Margot, Princess Mononoke.

the Weinsteins aren't exactly my favorite people these days, but i'm sorry that the thing they made is going away - and that they still can't use the name that honors their parents.
ironymaiden: (heroine: eowyn)
post a pleasant and peaceful breakfast chez [livejournal.com profile] scarlettina, we have spent the rest of today doing domestic things with the LotR movies on in the background. (owning the Two Towers on DVD means never having to watch the Frodo and Sam parts, and pausing to sing taking the hobbits to Isengard.)

C volunteered to make dinner, and that's when i remembered that today is JRR Tolkien's birthday.
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post a pleasant and peaceful breakfast chez [livejournal.com profile] scarlettina, we have spent the rest of today doing domestic things with the LotR movies on in the background. (owning the Two Towers on DVD means never having to watch the Frodo and Sam parts, and pausing to sing taking the hobbits to Isengard.)

C volunteered to make dinner, and that's when i remembered that today is JRR Tolkien's birthday.

five words

Jun. 19th, 2009 02:46 pm
ironymaiden: (boid)
Reply to this meme by yelling "Words!" and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your LJ and explain what they mean to you.

from [livejournal.com profile] mimerki

olive - green, my favorite shade of my favorite color. (i don't care much for the food.) i like to wear it; it brings out my eyes. (there was a while where this led to a penchant for military surplus.) i think perhaps also that it, like orange, doesn't get enough love from the world at large.

match - is that a game, or my complement, or a source of fire? i enjoy them all. equal or complement is the best - those are the sort of people who bring me great joy.

soccer - came with C, who started playing at age four. (i was pretty much incapable of sports other than swimming until adulthood, although i liked watching the back and forth ones like hockey and basketball.) i didn't get too interested until we watched the 1999 Women's World Cup, which was just freaking incredible. i was watching to support women's sports (which inevitably cause me to burst into happy tears at some point) but in the process got a bit interested in the game itself.

fast forward to 2007, when i got C the Best Giftmas Present Ever. i got two season tickets, because going to $sportingevent alone is sad, assuming that i would keep him company until he found a more enthusiastic soccer buddy. turns out that's me.

i'm bemused when i think on it. perhaps i enjoy it because it was unknown during my childhood and it's kind of a fringe thing in the States but big in the rest of the world. anyway, attending the games is huge fun - an electric atmosphere where most of the stadium stands the entire game. and i've gotten to the point where i know names and numbers and style of play. 29,000 people, yet it's still intimate enough that the players circuit the stadium at the end of the game to thank the fans. on Wednesday i found out that you can totally hear our section chanting "Allez Le Toux!" from the field, since he came right over and gave us a thumbs up. squee.

my younger self hates me a little for it. (while youngest self is all "i belong!") but i also feel like i have a window into the wider world of sports fandom and a better understanding of others' enthusiasm for their spectator sport of choice.

movies - movies were a big part of my life as a kid. there wasn't much tv to speak of since we got three and a half stations (one was intermittent) and cable would not arrive until just before my senior year. it was a 25 mile drive to the nearest theater, and my brothers went weekly. (tickets were $2. they could afford to go a lot). i got towed along more often than i probably deserved. once home video hit, we tried renting movies, but that was also 25 miles away, so we ended up joining Columbia House and building a library of about a thousand films on the old CED VideoDiscs. (i can still tell you the exact moment when it's time to flip over Raiders of the Lost Ark.)

anyway movies, my window into a larger world. these days i engage more in the SIFF binge than in a steady diet.

dessert - my favorite! i used to just love sugaaaaar, now i love a really well-made confection with an interesting combination of flavor and texture. doesn't need to be very large, or very sweet, but it is the proper end to a meal.

five words

Jun. 19th, 2009 02:46 pm
ironymaiden: (Default)
Reply to this meme by yelling "Words!" and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your LJ and explain what they mean to you.

from [livejournal.com profile] mimerki

olive - green, my favorite shade of my favorite color. (i don't care much for the food.) i like to wear it; it brings out my eyes. (there was a while where this led to a penchant for military surplus.) i think perhaps also that it, like orange, doesn't get enough love from the world at large.

match - is that a game, or my complement, or a source of fire? i enjoy them all. equal or complement is the best - those are the sort of people who bring me great joy.

soccer - came with C, who started playing at age four. (i was pretty much incapable of sports other than swimming until adulthood, although i liked watching the back and forth ones like hockey and basketball.) i didn't get too interested until we watched the 1999 Women's World Cup, which was just freaking incredible. i was watching to support women's sports (which inevitably cause me to burst into happy tears at some point) but in the process got a bit interested in the game itself.

fast forward to 2007, when i got C the Best Giftmas Present Ever. i got two season tickets, because going to $sportingevent alone is sad, assuming that i would keep him company until he found a more enthusiastic soccer buddy. turns out that's me.

i'm bemused when i think on it. perhaps i enjoy it because it was unknown during my childhood and it's kind of a fringe thing in the States but big in the rest of the world. anyway, attending the games is huge fun - an electric atmosphere where most of the stadium stands the entire game. and i've gotten to the point where i know names and numbers and style of play. 29,000 people, yet it's still intimate enough that the players circuit the stadium at the end of the game to thank the fans. on Wednesday i found out that you can totally hear our section chanting "Allez Le Toux!" from the field, since he came right over and gave us a thumbs up. squee.

my younger self hates me a little for it. (while youngest self is all "i belong!") but i also feel like i have a window into the wider world of sports fandom and a better understanding of others' enthusiasm for their spectator sport of choice.

movies - movies were a big part of my life as a kid. there wasn't much tv to speak of since we got three and a half stations (one was intermittent) and cable would not arrive until just before my senior year. it was a 25 mile drive to the nearest theater, and my brothers went weekly. (tickets were $2. they could afford to go a lot). i got towed along more often than i probably deserved. once home video hit, we tried renting movies, but that was also 25 miles away, so we ended up joining Columbia House and building a library of about a thousand films on the old CED VideoDiscs. (i can still tell you the exact moment when it's time to flip over Raiders of the Lost Ark.)

anyway movies, my window into a larger world. these days i engage more in the SIFF binge than in a steady diet.

dessert - my favorite! i used to just love sugaaaaar, now i love a really well-made confection with an interesting combination of flavor and texture. doesn't need to be very large, or very sweet, but it is the proper end to a meal.
ironymaiden: (last word)
via [livejournal.com profile] textualdeviance:
Go through your LJ archives for the year 2008. Look for the first entry of each month. Take the first few lines of each entry and post them. i misremembered and did the first sentence. not going back now; i'm still surprised at how many points it hit.
opening lines )
ironymaiden: (last word)
via [livejournal.com profile] textualdeviance:
Go through your LJ archives for the year 2008. Look for the first entry of each month. Take the first few lines of each entry and post them. i misremembered and did the first sentence. not going back now; i'm still surprised at how many points it hit.
opening lines )
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blame inspired by [livejournal.com profile] sinthrex playing 'em in the car:

i've been comparing four English-language recordings of Les Misérables this week. [livejournal.com profile] sinthrex has the London cast; apparently i spent my teens listening to the Broadway cast. (i had a couple cassettes that were homemade copies, never knew the exact source recording.)

the London version is mellower, with a sparse orchestration and a generally more lyrical interpretation of the music. it's the same Valjean on both albums, but some of the other performances and arrangements are really different, especially the end of Stars. the London Stars is introspective, the Broadway Stars is shaking a fist at heaven.

Les Mis was my first Broadway show. i had never seen a turntable, a lighting template, or anything that wasn't a unit set. mind blown. (in hindsight, that and the Nicholas Hynter Carousel were a huge influence on my theatre aesthetic.) mom's boss made me copies of the cast album before i went on the trip. i played those cassettes until they wore out. in a fit of adolescent snobbery, i replaced them with CDs of the Paris cast...which means that the discs rapidly fell into disuse as my French skills atrophied :/

the show is still impressive, and i'm surprised at how much of it i have memorized even though i haven't listened in a good ten years (except for working on a selection for SLGC). it didn't get played to death like Phantom of the Opera, where every band and chorus everywhere did numbers from it in every season for years on end. i'm almost tempted to check out The Pirate Queen. almost.
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blame inspired by [livejournal.com profile] sinthrex playing 'em in the car:

i've been comparing four English-language recordings of Les Misérables this week. [livejournal.com profile] sinthrex has the London cast; apparently i spent my teens listening to the Broadway cast. (i had a couple cassettes that were homemade copies, never knew the exact source recording.)

the London version is mellower, with a sparse orchestration and a generally more lyrical interpretation of the music. it's the same Valjean on both albums, but some of the other performances and arrangements are really different, especially the end of Stars. the London Stars is introspective, the Broadway Stars is shaking a fist at heaven.

Les Mis was my first Broadway show. i had never seen a turntable, a lighting template, or anything that wasn't a unit set. mind blown. (in hindsight, that and the Nicholas Hynter Carousel were a huge influence on my theatre aesthetic.) mom's boss made me copies of the cast album before i went on the trip. i played those cassettes until they wore out. in a fit of adolescent snobbery, i replaced them with CDs of the Paris cast...which means that the discs rapidly fell into disuse as my French skills atrophied :/

the show is still impressive, and i'm surprised at how much of it i have memorized even though i haven't listened in a good ten years (except for working on a selection for SLGC). it didn't get played to death like Phantom of the Opera, where every band and chorus everywhere did numbers from it in every season for years on end. i'm almost tempted to check out The Pirate Queen. almost.
ironymaiden: (ugly american)
i grew up being told that Republicans were the party of Lincoln, the creators of the national park system, admirable advocates of small government, free markets, and individual responsibility. my brother was a volunteer for the county party org during my childhood, one of those people you see in a booth at the fair.

that was over by the time i was old enough to vote. the culture war was on. my brothers and i now consider ourselves independents, while my sister is a firm Democrat.

i think my father is still one of the faithful. due to the state of his health, it's something i just don't talk about with him anymore. i wish i could.

Christopher Buckley* nails it in two:

Sorry, Dad, I'm Voting for Obama

I haven’t left the Republican Party. It left me.


*for the young and the furriners - Buckley's dad was of a disappearing breed - the conservative intellectual.
ironymaiden: (ugly american)
i grew up being told that Republicans were the party of Lincoln, the creators of the national park system, admirable advocates of small government, free markets, and individual responsibility. my brother was a volunteer for the county party org during my childhood, one of those people you see in a booth at the fair.

that was over by the time i was old enough to vote. the culture war was on. my brothers and i now consider ourselves independents, while my sister is a firm Democrat.

i think my father is still one of the faithful. due to the state of his health, it's something i just don't talk about with him anymore. i wish i could.

Christopher Buckley* nails it in two:

Sorry, Dad, I'm Voting for Obama

I haven’t left the Republican Party. It left me.


*for the young and the furriners - Buckley's dad was of a disappearing breed - the conservative intellectual.
ironymaiden: (left hand)
more awkward adolescence for [livejournal.com profile] kijjohnson.

this one is hard to write. it's hard to write because this part of my awkward adolescence shouldn't have been a problem. it isn't a problem. no one should ever be marginalized for it. and i'm practically normal among my current batch of friends, so it's not like people reading this don't get it, and other people had it worse in one way or another.

the block on talking about it is very strong.

i was a very smart little girl.Read more... )

people routinely treated me like shit for something that is intrinsically positive. saying "they're just jealous" doesn't ever cut the sting.

*sigh*

i really should have written about how i chose the wrong audition song for the spring musical my senior year, refused to take "just" a chorus part in a teary huff, and then ended up being the acting coach for the girl who got the role i wanted.

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