Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Something new, something special

I make videos sometimes.

This is a video that I made about 16 months ago. I've been fiddling with the audio over the past week or so.

The images are mine as are the words and voice.

The music is by Oh My Goodness.

It's a rather large file, but I hope you can view it and that you do enjoy it.







No song today because I posted a video and that should be enough for you people. (all 3 of you)

Monday, January 30, 2006

The Magical Journey of Captain Hard-Ass

Today was my first advising session with my grad project advisor for the semester. He is Captain Hard-Ass. And he knows it. And I know it. So we had a good time.

He doesn't like the kind of writing I do, he thinks it's fantasy for kids (to which I went, grr).
And he's frustrated by my lack of a grasp of punctuation (to which I went, well...).
And he would really appreciate some structure and not so much talking trees and whatnot (to which I said, get ready).

I don't like the kind of writing that he wants me to turn my work into and I told him so. Then we talked for a while, he said "Bullshit!" with hand motions and everything. And then we laughed and said, this'll be fun.

(And he would totally hate that I have given him a title instead of a proper name, mwah ha ha!...and that I put this in parentheses...)


These are some notes for an "academic" paper that I wrote last semester. The paper was about what significance an artist's definition of their own identity (race, class, gender, sexuality, etc) has on their art and whether or not it should even be an issue in the art. So on and so forth, blah, blah, blah...it was an awesome paper. A+, pat on back, etc. etc.


















I would like to mention that while I was browsing the "referrals" section of my site meter (it tells me how you got here, you know, what site you were at before you found me) I discovered that someone arrived at my site via the Japanese Porn blog. To which I say, curtsy and tah-dah, welcome, I hope you enjoy the robots.

so anyways....

This is a wierd hydrant-type thing near my former place of work:
















I have become quite fond of Edith Frost lately for the following reasons:
1) Her name is Edith
2) Her lyrics tell me that she is my sister of my soul
3) She makes her songs easily accessible to those who are too poor to buy her records, as much as they'd like to
4) She just seems like she'd be a nice lady
5) Did I mention that she just may be my sister of my soul?

Saturday, January 28, 2006

You Could Not Do a Worse Thing For Your Life

Why do I write?

That is an awful question.

This was a note outside of the office of a professor I knew in college (I didn't study with him, but he was a good guy and we talked about writing sometimes.)















The excerpt is from Alexander Pope's Immitation of Horace: The First Satire of the Second Book of Horace, written in 1733.

"The Consequence of Water" is my current obsession. I don't want to say too much about it because I'm still in the very early stages of working on it. This is a note for a section of the story about leaves.















So it turns out leaves don't "lose" their color. It just shifts. See, all through the spring and summer leaves and their chlorophyll make everything green and joyous. They feed the tree, all kinds of chemical shit is going on making the world go round, etc. etc. Then the cold weather moves in and the leaves stop making the food and the chlorophyll breaks down and the green just kind of fades away revealing what was there for months: reds and yellows and purples. All of that glory was there all along and it is revealed just before the leaves die. hmph.


I just gave my 2 weeks notice at work. This is the view from the top of the ladder in the back room:



















This song is just very nice, I think:

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Here's to remembering

oh, bitch, no you di'nt.


















Ok, the patch. So the image above is a Lady of Guadalupe that I drew this summer.



















The image above is my sketch for the patch...ready? ready? are you ready for the patch? are you ready?




















Yay! The patch! I know, the image is really dim. But I'm very happy with the end result of the patch, so f-it, I posted the pic anyway. It's much bigger than any patch I've made before. And this one has color! Robot Lady of Guadalupe. (pat self on back)

This band is called "parenthetical girls."
Parenthetical
is a remarkable word. It's like the lasagne of words.
I'm also posting this song because it's called "Here's to Forgetting" and I'm working on a "story" (ok, it's really just a big chunk of prose, fuck "story") about forgetting and such.


I want to take a minute and recognize the awesomeness of Said the Gramophone. They consistently post terrific music, which I then post here. Check them out. And also, the writing is beyond very good.

shoot, I'm out of wine.

Monday, January 23, 2006

If I was a robot, would you hold my hand? Of course!

Today was a strange kind of dreamy where am I ah well at least the sky is blue kind of day. Again, I wore my fall jacket. The cold is mostly gone and I was able to go for a nice stroll (or three).


It also occurred to me today that it would be really nice to have an m.lady robot to live certain parts of my life for me. Such as bumping in to people I really don't want to bump into. And flirting. And also zits. If the robot could deal with zits, that would be good. So if anyone knows of a good mechanic... maybe we can work on something together and create a fresh-faced, flirtatious, not bumping in to people version of me.

The best news of the day is that I was able to make a robot patch for my friend and I think it is my best so far. It is the Lady of Guadalupe and it's pretty big, the biggest patch yet. I took a picture of the sketch and the finished patch and I will hopefully post the pics in the next couple of days, because, dammit, I'm really happy with the end result.

Hagiographic: (n) biography of saints



This is my song to celebrate the day. It's all kinds of schizo and strange, but leaves you with a fairly happy feeling. Just like my day.

(CC, click on the damn link, you'll like the song.)

Thursday, January 19, 2006

I'm just trying a little something new here

As many of you know, I draw robots. This is a video I made about....drawing a robot. Listen to the words of the song, they go with the whole "drawing a picture" thing. I hope you enjoy my li'l mooovie.





Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Notes

Yesterday, I wore a skirt and my fall jacket. Today it is snowing. This is why I have the cold from hell.

I made a lot of progress on a couple of stories that I haven't *quite* been able to finish yet, but I feel so close to being able to put the "done" stamp on them that I feel all kinds of rejuvinated and such.

Below is an image of some notes for the previously mentioned kick-my-ass story:





Now, this song is basically an audible version of how I felt when I read "The Dress" by Dylan Thomas (which turned out to be my new favorite story). A piece of what I like about it is that it kind of moves around the edges of what its intentions are and then it just kind of...ends. It's beautiful without being pleasurable. And when it's over you just want to start it again and turn it into a samsara for your rainy afternoon. I found it on the Said the Gramophone website (full of good songs and great writing), which I linked to the right, over there.


Sunday, January 15, 2006

chit-chat














The DHL man who delivers to my work has taken to calling me "little sister." He says it in kind of a singing-sigh and it really brightens my day.

















Other things I enjoy:

  • The way my friend says the word "language." He says it so he's giving each and every letter a little consideration.
  • The word "ruminate."
  • Space heaters.
  • That many of my friends have read more books/listened to more music/been to more countries than I have so hanging out with them is all kinds of "oh, wow."
  • Canoeing.
  • Postcards.
  • The line in the song "Let's Talk About Spaceships" by Say Hi To Your Mom that goes "the cadence to what she says is 'well.' " Though I misheard it as "whoa" and I think I like that better.
  • The G chord on the guitar.
  • Robots.

Alas, I did not go to the Mittens show as I claimed I would. "Why," you ask. Well, there were three bands playing that night and when I went online to check out what the other two bands sounded like (to see if my bus fare/ticket charge would be "worth the trouble") I found that the other two bands are basically audible poo. So I'm going to use the bus fare/ticket charge on buyint the cd the old fashioned way. online.

Last night, I got drunk (very very drunk) and got very little sleep. I then had to (enthusiastically) sell shoes for four hours while listening to Celine Dion. Ahh, but now I'm at home, in my pajamas, eating celery (yum) and writing to you. So this song is for me. And this song is for you.

  • Irving, "Sleepy Inside"

  • Thursday, January 12, 2006

    Robot dreams and hollow wings

    Wow, Blogspot got all kinds of nifty while I was gone. The font is *huge* and i feel a little like my hand is being held through all of this. Ahh, but I like holding hands so no complaints.


    The first part of this note is a thought that came to mind one day when I was walking and it was just a really nice and calm day:













    The second part of the note is a piece of a story that I'm working on. It's growing into a remarkable monster. It's a short story made up of paragraphs and prose, but it's in the structure of a villanelle. This is my outline (the plot points have changed, but you'll get the idea):













    I'm really excited about this story. I think it's going to kick my ass. In a good way. Like Tae-Bo for prose/fiction. Oh, and "H" should be spelled "diOrama." As in those scenes created in shoeboxes. And then under it that word really is "cadaver." See what I mean? This story is going to kick. my. ass.



    Do robots dream? And, if so, what do they dream of?











    Tomorrow night, I am going to see a band called "Mittens" perform at a local establishment. "Mittens" is a trio from Boston. They play catchy ditties and sing lovely harmonies. And they're really nice, they played at a benefit that I helped organize last year. Good guys, good music. I am what the kids in Boston would call "wicked psyched" to go to the show. Hooray for rock and roll. Visit their website.


  • Mittens, "Big Decisions"


  • Monday, January 09, 2006

    the battleground(!) and a song about a train

    Some time ago when it was bitter and cold in Chicago and I was wearing a few sweaters under my jacket and long underwear under my jeans and was waiting under the "heat" lamps of the train platform:



    I was writing a note to myself in my notebook, "every story has the same ending," when a young man who seemed a bit down and out (his belongings in a paper bag) sat next to me on the bench and pulled out a yellow legal pad and continued to work on what seemed to be a story called "the battleground." I wanted *desperately* to take a picture of his notebook (especially because I write most of my work on a yellow legal pad before transferring it to my computer). But I didn't have the courage to ask his permission to take a picture. So we are left with this note, which I wrote to myself on the train so I wouldn't forget.



    Hows about a new word (or two)?



    A song for you, because I don't send out holiday cards and I most likely forgot your birthday, but dammit! if I don't love you.


  • Lucille Bogan, "I Hate That Train Called The M and O" (Bob Campbell and Josh White on guitar)

  • Wednesday, January 04, 2006

    words, robots, music, and tools

    I know what you're thinking....m.lady, why are you a tool (as you claimed on the first day of 2006)? Well, it's because I was writing that post while I was supposedly socializing in the slut's living room. To Muffin and the others, this made me a tool and so I took full responsibility for that. At least I'll come in handy if you have a flat tire (OH MY GOSH, I'm hilarious)

    Let's talk about writing, shall we? I have lots of pics of notes that I haven't uploaded yet, so here are a few old notes:


    Maybe this will be in a story some day. Not verbatim, I don't like it as is, but i like the "i put on a jacket and you put on a jacket" part



    I wrote the words "the truth of age" after a visit with my parents and realized that there is a very big generation gap. I think it's going to be a title at some point. The quote is from a song by Stars. It's a good way to look at writing, I think.

    I really like words. (....duh) When I find a word I don't know, I look up the definition and write it in my notebook. Then there are the words that are sort of floating around your life all the time and just deserve to be written down one more time. Like a pat on the back. I give you moribund* definition=(adj) approaching death, about to die/on the verge of becoming obsolete. (* Yes, I did post this picture a while ago, just thought you'd like the definition)



    Other words deserving of props: Somnombulist, dirge, (de)fenestration, precarious, and, of course, AkiMbo.



    New Years was fun as evidenced by secret room's bum as he danced on the bar:





    robots.




    For a while I was posting a song per post and attaching them to images. I think I'm going to start just putting a link to a song at the end of every post, this will help you if you just want an easy link to some ridiculously awesome music. Today, I am going to put a link to an mp3 blog, You Ain't No Picasso. The author(s?) made a top 20 list and I couldn't choose one to highlight. You should honestly just go and be happy for a while. I do have a few favorites, but I'll let you choose your own...uh, bliss.

  • You Ain't No Picasso (damn right)

  • Sunday, January 01, 2006

    Robot Love is Nice (I'm a tool)

    Happy new year. I like 2006 so far. I slept, ate brunch, and now I'm watching E!'s profile of Jennifer Aniston. Told you, even numbers are awesome.

    I flew in to Boston last night and entered into a magical world of snow and new year's celebrations. My cab driver was cool and we had a nice chat on the drive. I like cab drivers, I suggest chatting them up as much as possible.

    I'm not on my computer, but the slut is letting me make use of hers. So here is a picture with a link to a song by "Lousy Robot." The song is "Together Somehow." To go with the song and 2006's theme of love and joy, I have included an image of some Robot Love. I didn't draw this robot, but I am a fan of it. Robot love is nice.