Living Gifts, etc

Hey Folks (yes, Ya'll have been upgraded to the status of a proper noun), this past weekend at the farm was the Celebration of Living Gifts. Formerly, Overlook did an annual Living Nativity; The Celebration of Living Gifts is the replacement for this living nativity, and shall become an annual event. Basically, I stood outside in the cold or inside of a barn and watched little kids marvel at farm animals. There was this tiny star-shaped child, 2 verging on 3 years old, who had her mind blown by everything. She was perplexed by the piglet (whose face was bigger than her whole body), bewildered by the buffalo (whose foot was bigger than her whole body), and astonished by the alpaca (who was terrified of this little girl). This marathon watching of little kid's reactions to creatures ended with me spending the last twenty minutes or so playing with the director's daughter.

There's snow on the ground here. We had a bit of a snow storm a few days ago that put maybe a foot of snow on the ground. It's rained some, snowed some more, and frozen a few times since then. Nic says walking on it is like walking on a giant creme brulee- I feel like it's like stabbing a Hobo Joe's with a fork, and you are the fork. What does this tell you about our backgrounds?

Anyway, in a few days I will be back home. Nic is at the dentist getting his first real cavity filled (I'm so proud of him!), and later on we are going to go christmas shopping. And then we pack. I'm going to cry, I think. I've come to depend on these animals for comfort and entertainment, and I've come to love the people here. This place is a place worth missing. I'm a bit tired of being uprooted, though; I'm ready for the two year stint in the Kyrgyz Republic. That's just enough time to get comfortable and stay comfortable. Three to four months is the time it takes me to get truly, really comfortable in a new place. I look forward to having a job and living a life that extends way beyond those three to four months of adjustment time.

David Byrne and a brass band doing Social Studies . Practically perfect in every way.

Interesting enough concept: the ability of humans to hack their own brains

Even more interesting: the new technology based meaning of the word "hack"

Oh, how language evolves. To hack one's brains back in the day surely meant to chop them apart; put an axe to a man's head and have a field day (oo, another phrase with an interesting evolution).

To hack one's brains now is to control your own thoughts and, primarily, sleep patterns, or induce vivid hallucinations at will. WHAAT!

Da Pixies, etc!

Hey folks! I got back from Boston last night around 12:30 A.M. and Boston was great. I checked out the Boston commons and several old cemeteries. There were tons of chubby squirrels in Boston Commons that were used to being fed by people, I think. I saw one and approached it with intentions of taking a picture, and the little creature came right up to me and swiped around like he was waiting for me to drop whatever precious morsel I had. I didn't have anything to feed it, but man was it cute. I ate a bison burger which actually really upset my stomach. It was from a fast food health food joint, which sounds like a bad idea anyway, but in practice it's even worse than one might believe. Their menu had things like "unfries" and hamburger wraps. Hyper processed health food isn't any healthier than hyper processed versions of anything else. Either way around, I enjoyed the buzz of the city quite a bit. I went into a Macy's to piss on the corporate machine (a.k.a. use their facilities) and was met with crowds of screaming girls. Low and behold, the musician AHMID was there and signing autographs. He was signing photos, shirts, and people's faces. Some girls were standing outside and having pictures of their faces taken, with signatures on them. Last night was also the opening night of the Nutcracker at the Boston Opera House, so the whole block was decked out. Macy's (I guess??) had conducted some christmas event that was fun to encounter. A crowd of people had gathered to eat popcorn and sausage and watch the stage. People were singing and their was a countdown of sorts to the blowing up of a Christmas cannon, which shot red and gold glitter all over the streets. Of course, I walked up two seconds too late to be a part of the crowd, but I was on the outskirts. Perhaps an outsider might have mistaken me for a crowd member that had decided to turn around before the crowd parted and created sidewalk traffic. Anyway, the theater was cool and the crowd was great. There was a definite Jay Reatard and a definite Pixies crowd; there were cute punkers, working stiffs, and students of all shapes, sizes, types, and genders. My favorite audience member was this adorable Asian lady in her early to mid fifties. She was thin, tiny waisted, and about 5'2 tops. She had a bold haircut cut right at her chin, and her hair was still dark rich black. She was wearing a tight black dress that buttoned down and big jewelry. AND she was totally rocking out the whole time! Adorable! There wasn't too much dancing from the audience at first, but by the end of the show it didn't matter. Jay Reatard played a mixture of his old singles and things I had never heard that sounded like his old singles. It was extremely fun to see, and I was so happy that I actually cried during the first few songs. I had forgotten how emotional it is to see live versions of things that one has immersed oneself in during times of emotional fragility. The Pixies played the entire Doolittle album plus random B-sides and a few smash hits. The guy sitting next to me tried to start a conversation about Fight Club, and how awesome Fight Club is, and how he hopes that they play that song from Fight Club. He was a bit stiff, but fun to talk to. He complained about having to pay $39.00 a month for his health insurance.

The Pixies had their stage set up with four glowing orbs that changed colors to match the video they were playing in the background. They had goofy/artistic/interesting videos to match all of their songs except for the encores (there were two!). My favorites were for Crackity Jones, Into the White (ok, technically part of the encore), and Bleed. Crackity Jones, if I remember correctly, featured Hispanic looking clay puppets that danced along to the music. Into the White actually didn't feature a video but was instead an eerie combination of smoke machines and bright white lights. Bleed was incredibly simple; the video was cartoon blood dripping down in beat with the music, and the four glowing orbs were red and moved up in down in sync with the bloody cartoon. It was so simple but perfect. Silver featured a black and white view of the desert (or I suppose a silver view of the desert), Tame featured a bunch of legs, La La Love You featured cartoon hearts running around chasing each other, than catching on fire. Some of the songs just featured long mugshots of the Pixies looking at the camera laughing, smiling, and nodding their head to the music. Kim Deal was the only person that spoke the entire time, but she was witty and silly. The Pixies had all gained some weight and were a bit round. There was this funny guy behind me that kept yelling things like "KIM DEAL IS MY SUGAR MOMMY! I LOVE YOU KIM DEAL!!! PIX-YIES!" He also yelled, not sung, but yelled most of the song lyrics.

But yeah. It was a lot of fun. Thanks, Nic, for the awesome Christmas present, and thanks, Ashley, for letting me borrow your car to get there. But did I mention that I got ripped off on parking? I got to Boston early in the day and ended up having to pay 28 bucks for parking. Oi vey! Next time, it's the train for me.

Today!

Hello Folks! Today is going to be quite an exciting day. After the great Thanksgiving yesterday (where I ate delicious foods ranging from Black Russian cake to rabbit), I went and chilled around a small fire with Nic and a few volunteers, then went to bed early-ish and woke up this morning for the following excitement: The Pixies concert is today!

And so I shall be going to Boston and checking out the city and then going to the Wang theater where I shall listen happily. I'm excited!

38 second book reviews

Well, folks, though this farm livin' occupies alot of time, I, fortunately, have been able to spent tons of time reading books that I've been meaning to read for some time. Here are my reviews and recommendations, each meant to occupy a mere 38 seconds of your time (or less).

House of Leaves:
Mark Danielewski's, Ivy Renfro's, or Johnny Truant's. Crazy blind guy writes book about movie that doesn't exist with gorgeous mental visuals. Buy a used copy and write in it. Or draw in the blank spots.

Daisy Fay and the Miracle Man by Fannie Flag: Little girl moves to city of weird-os, works in a diner with the eccentric fam. Taxidermy in Mississippi, homosexuality, and high school popularity. I loved it, and you will too.

Fried Green Tomatoes by Fannie Flag: Lots of stuff going on during the Great Depression, today, and all of the times in between. Non-traditional family in Alabama cooks fried food and feeds government food to railroad-centered shantytowns of sorts. Old women, fat women, angry women. Read it.

Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen: Polish kid joins the circus. Three people dead before the book even really starts. Super entertaining. Rent it from the library, but don't buy it.

The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien: Well, what do you know, it really is a love story! I was a trainwreck after reading this. Borrow it from an English major, as any studious one is bound to have at least ten copies.

The Best American Short Stories 2005 by Lots of People: Eh. A lot of crap with some gems. Inspiring in the sense that it makes you believe that you, too, can write. A lot of rabbits. Steal it blatantly. Would anyone stop you?


I love being out of college because it means that I have time to read things that aren't school related. It feels GREAT.

In the process (reviews coming soon!): Middlesex, The Good Earth, Onion John, What The Songs Look Like

Also, WATCH THIS VIDEO : Please?

The Pixies

Well, folks, I sure do have some exciting news! As an early Christmas present, my (wonderful) husband agreed to buy me a ticket to THE PIXIES AND JAY REATARD concert! The concert is this Friday, and oh man oh man am I excited. One, I am not the type of person to go to expensive concerts... but if I were to go to just a handful of expensive concerts, this would be one of my top choices. It's in Boston, which is a gorgeous city full of history that I can spend hours wandering around. I am going to this concert alone, which is, in some ways, a really interesting mental kickback to those (not-so-long-ago) single days of concert hopping. Without thinking or regard to the bands that were at a show, I would walk/drive/bike to the nearest house show/pizza place show alone with full intentions in meeting some generous stranger, sharing a cigarette with him/her, and dancing the night away, beer in one hand and water bottle in the other. I feel comfortable going alone and standing up front and banging my head because of those times when bands would play in my house, when I was a teenage metal head, when I was a grungy oily 18 year old runaway whom, as it turns out, boys had crushes on (it took me years to figure out that people may have liked me in high school after all- hindsight). I've listened to the Pixies since I was afraid of people and have continued to listen to the Pixies since I started loving people. And the best part is: I know I'm neither special nor alone in this respect. Tons of people love the Pixies. And hopefully they're the type of people that won't mind a single smiling goofy stranger in their midst. And why, might you ask, would I be so excited about this Jay Reatard bit?
The Pixies have been there through angst and the realization that there isn't that much to be angry about after all. Jay Reatard came into my life just as I was realizing that I wasn't too old to be pissed off about things, big and little alike. I can dance in my room and I can be an adult, too.
Long story short: I'm excited and I hope everything works out as smooth as silk. Or at least close. I'm picking up the ticket at the box office the day of the concert.