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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Saturday, December 07, 2002 Cool As Ice I saw the Eminem movie and it was good--not as great as Saturday Night Fever, which it resembles, but a good film nonetheless. Unfortunately (for me) I have to get to bed and can't enthuse for many paragraphs, as per usual. Until I can wedge more blogging into my schedule, please visit Mike Daisey's Dilettante, where he is currently documenting a crime-ridden honeymoon in Europe. Good stuff. Goodnight! posted by Ginger | 10:16 PM Monday, December 02, 2002 Lyrics She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak I was in Tower Records a week or two ago, and I heard, for the first time, the "new" Nirvana song (You Know You're Right). I know it's been out for a while, but I never listen to the radio and I only have a poky dial-up connection at home, so I have scant resources for discovering new music. Anyway. I couldn't do anything but stand and listen to the whole thing, and suddenly felt profoundly sad and started tearing up right there in the store. It wasn't so much sadness for Kurt's death (though certainly that is sad), but more the realization of the music that never happened because of it. Some could argue--and I've been known to when drunk--that Nirvana went downhill after 1989's Bleach, but the truth is that Kurt's music was undeniably growing more complex, sophisticated and powerful with each album. I mourn not the inevitable decline (overdone, more-of-the-same albums, pot-bellied 'reunion' concerts) but what wonders could have been squeezed out of that tortured brain. Oh fucking well. That said, I think the Foo Fighters' The Colour and the Shape is a pretty amazing album. What music would we have lost had Kurt not died? On this topic: Inevitably, the phenomenon will be viewed two ways: as blessing a new generation with the pure vitriol that was Nirvana, or that a generation's angst is about to be leached of meaning as it is repackaged and resold to a finally ready target market. * * * And every breath that is in your lungs is a tiny little gift to me Does anyone else think that the word me in song lyrics is sexy? Of course it depends on the song, the artist, and the circumstances, but I've been noticing it more lately--and it seems a fairly unusual thing. Is it used less often than the declarative "I" or standoffish "myself"? Me. It sounds more intimate and vulnerable. The long 'e' can be stretched out to a plea or a cry, or a whine. See, I've been listening to The White Stripes' White Blood Cells a lot lately (I borrowed it from work. I'll give it back...whenever anyone notices I have it). Listen to i'm finding it harder to be a gentleman. If Jack's whiny caterwaul thrills you more than offends you, I think you'll see what I mean. And along those lines, An Important Message from Jack White: one thing that concerns me however is the dying art of making a chocolate malt. i have to admit it is one of my favourite vices. but it seems that the days of the soda jerk being able to make a proper one in his sleep are long gone. so i will now list all of the known techniques to making a proper malt for anyone who is in a postion to make it for others. the proper chocolate malt is as follows: VANILLA ice cream that's right VANILLA , you do not use chocolate ice cream for a chocolate malt. now if you can get past that very important step you are fifty percent there my friend. next you add chocolate syrup, fresh milk, and finally malt powder, lots of it. because if you don't add lots of it, it tastes like a shake, and that is not what i ordered! you have to have enough to give the malt it's "malt personality" if you will. and most importantly you do not mix it up until it's as watery as milk ( something they don't seem to understand in australia where i purchased three different malts at three different places only to be served something along the lines of chocolate milk, and it seemed they never heard of malt powder) you only mix the malt enough to get it through a straw, there should be a thick muddy feel to the malt, and a second helping should be served in a tin mixing cup along with the original malt in the glass. whip cream doesn't bother me, i can take it or leave it, but it is the dying artform of the malt maker/soda jerk that does bother me, i think we should all be aware of this and help to continue this dying, beutiful, comforting aspect of life, for our children if not for us ourselves. I have to admit that the White Stripes' website messages are much cooler than Hanson's - and they are FREE. Take note, boys. posted by Ginger | 8:48 PM Hello. Happy Thanksgiving. I'm late to an appointment, and to work, and generally don't feel like facing a post-holiday Monday and wish I could curl up in bed just one more day and watch movies and/or knit. Alas, I've already showered and am moments from packing up this computer and heading on my way. I just wanted to wave (hello) because I haven't been updating lately. In short: work, train, Bethesda, family, food, more food, too much food, really obscene amounts of food, tired, TV, family, shopping, train, home. Knitting. Perhaps there will be more time and inspiration to report later in the week. Until then, enjoy yourselves and each other. posted by Ginger | 9:57 AM |
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