Ginger's follies, foibles and fixations.
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| You Listen to Me, Mr. Kick-Ass Ginger's follies, foibles and fixations. |
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Friday, June 07, 2002 Nell and I went to see The Holy Ghost last night--these are my old roommates and friends from way back. They just returned from a 3-month tour and they sound great. Except that apparently their drummer (not, in fact, a friend from way back but we always got along well & he helped me move) bagged out of the whole thing just as the tour ended. I don't know the details--when I asked (which I am wont to do when something is none of my business), they all just sort of nodded and smiled cryptically. Rock life is such a dang soap-opera. Meanwhile, my *other* roommates/friends' band Liars got a HUGE write-up in Time Out New York this week. They even emphasized how the rhythm section (drums & bass) were originally from Nebraska. I still haven't seen them live yet, but I hope to next week. posted by Ginger | 2:00 PM Tuesday, June 04, 2002 Check out this Slashdot review of Mike's book--it provides a detailed and intelligent review and should convince you (if I haven't already) that you need this book! I just noticed that the Amazon Sales Rank for the book is a whopping 63! I always hated the sales rank feature when I worked at Amazon--it was hard to explain to people, half the time it didn't make any sense and insane independent authors would constantly call my department thinking that being ranked 982,789 meant that they sold almost a million books. But no matter how you look at it, being the 63rd best-selling book at Amazon.com, even for a little while, is pretty fucking huge. Congratulations Mike! In other geekish news, my old pal Steve contributes to blogdom with his helpful and informative Fetish of the Week feature. Which reminds me, if you don't already have Furniture Porn bookmarked, you're missing out. Gee, maybe he'll find someone with a Darth Vader fetish... not me, of course! As I keep trying (most unsuccessfully) to convince curious inquirers, it is not a sex thing with Vader. Only love, twue wuv. But I must admit, once I learned that the guy inside the suit is a genuine hottie, it made matters more complicated. I don't suppose that lava bath he inevitably takes in Episode III will do him any favors though--a dark tragedy indeed. posted by Ginger | 9:20 PM Monday, June 03, 2002 Ah, God bless Tom Tomorrow. I keep forgetting to check this blog every day and I shouldn't, because he's always got something interesting to say. The above link leads to a great little ditty about moving from San Francisco to New York or, more specifically, from earthquake country to terrorism country. If I had thought of it, I could have written this article (except for the being here for 9-11 part--no, I rushed here fast as I could afterwards). I wasn't even quite aware that Seattle had earthquakes until I experienced my first one, a quaint 5.0 tremblor which hit while I was watching E.T. on video and eating enchiladas. But back in Nebraska I remember musing that I would like to experience an earthquake--just a little one, where nobody died or anything--just to see what it was like. And I got my wish, in 1995, 1996 (2), 1999 and 2001. The last one was the 6.8 which made us feel important because the news made it look like all our houses fell down (in truth, a few bricks off some old buildings and some broken dishes, not much else). I don't know if it was entirely a coincidence that I decided to move to New York after that one happened, but of course having to choose between a 6.8 earthquake and a terrorist attack, I don't think I have to tell you that I'd prefer the fury of Mother Nature to that of a homicidal fanatic. Anyway, the point is, go read Tom's blog. posted by Ginger | 3:28 AM Sunday, June 02, 2002 I'm bad. I wasn't going to buy any more toys. When the hype for this movie started getting into gear, I thought: "I'm 32 years old and live in a shoebox--who needs toys?" Then a couple of weeks ago I saw this in the store and thought it was neat, but didn't buy it. How was I to know it was rare? [Yes, the equally rare Luke Bespin Duel was there too, though not the bloody variation] There were tons of them--not as many as, say, Senator Jar Jar--but enough that I didn't think it would be a big deal for me to come back and get it later. Well, I did go back, and now I can't find the dang things anywhere. Not even at the K Mart on Staten Island. I find to my disgust that scalpers are out there selling them at entirely unreasonable prices. I don't like to support people who buy up a load of figures and then sell them at a ridiculous markup. That said, I turned around and did exactly that. Okay, the price wasn't too terrible--even less than I would have paid at a "reputable" online dealer. And now I know I'll be getting my Vader. Sigh, I'm so weak. Based on the number of these things on eBay right now, it only makes sense that the price will go down and I'll regret my un-Jedi-like impatience. Today was a shopping day, for no good reason except that I wanted to celebrate finally getting through all of my CDs by buying some new ones. I don't want to tell you what I got, because it's too embarassingly top 40 for someone who should know better. To salvage what's left of my indie cred I picked up the Hedwig and the Angry Inch DVD. It's one of the most brilliant movies made in years, and the New Line Platinum Editions are always good. That's my weekend. Not too exciting. I watched a couple of other movies too; first Pi, which I've been wanting to see for ages. I was pleasantly surprised to find it set in good old New York City--much of it our stinky but efficient subway system! At one point the main character is running around the Rockefeller Center stop, then magically is at the Prospect Park stop in Brooklyn. Ah, Brooklyn--there's even a particularly nice scene at Coney Island. I love seeing familiar settings in films, and seeing poor misunderstood Brooklyn is even a bigger treat. Anyway, I loved the film. I'm not sure I fully understand it, but I don't think that matters much. It is brilliant to watch, and even drove me to download a free version of Go, which resulted in me staying up most of last night learning how to play. On the other hand, tonight I saw Ali, and was bored stiff. About halfway through I started doing other things while it was on. I think Ali--the man--is fascinating, and Will Smith did a bang-up job capturing his essence. But the movie is deadly dull. If you want to know something about Ali, then run, don't walk, to rent When We Were Kings, a wonderful documentary about a boxing match that even people who hate boxing will love. With that, it's bedtime. 'Night. posted by Ginger | 9:03 PM |
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