"Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around." Vanilla Sky
Woman, writer, editor, geek, redhead, new yorker, brooklynite, consummate culture consumer and critic. I'm T of T-Sides. You can also find me on Popdose and Bullz-Eye.
Yes, it’s a link to my music blog, BUT, I didn’t write the piece, it was written by my friend Vincent. He’s a fantastic writer and this article on Ween’s The Mollusk he wrote is completely convincing, so I want to see to it that more people see it, for his sake.
I’m currently looking for a web designer - or two web designers - for help on two projects. The first is a redesign for T-Sides. The second is a design for an online portfolio. I’d prefer to work with someone I know (and, sure, “knowing” someone on the Internet can count), or someone who knows someone I know, because I need someone I can communicate well with, as both projects are pretty personal and should reflect that in some way. Creative control is basically in the designer’s hands, but I do have a very loose aesthetic that I’m looking for with each one.
For more details, please see this post on my MySpace (yes, that feels ancient to say… but Facebook is temporarily blocking my account!).
And please share this with anyone you know who might be interested.
Aug 11
“ Is not general incivility the very essence of love?
I am forcibly making this the official theme song of August. I am determined to make it true.
Aug 04
The search for [——] is going to kill me.*
*where [——] = random variable, esp. j (jobs) and a (apartments).
“ If only it were all so simple! If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?
During the life of any heart this line keeps changing place; sometimes it is squeezed one way by exuberant evil and sometimes it shifts to allow enough space for good to flourish. One and the same human being is, at various ages, under various circumstances, a totally different human being. At times he is close to being a devil, at times to sainthood. But his name doesn’t change, and to that name we ascribe the whole lot, good and evil.
When I first wanted to do this writing/journalism business, I was in first grade. I’ve more or less wanted to pursue a writing career since I was old enough to comprehend the idea of a career. Writing developed into journalism, developed into photo journalism, which, as I originally meant it, meant that I would both write stories and take the pictures to go along with them.
Eventually I just concentrated on journalism, but photography has always been a much loved hobby, one I’d love to pursue in addition to my writing skills if I weren’t so aware of how many other great photographers - vastly superior to myself - are out there, including people who are near and dear to me. (Which isn’t to say I think I’m the most amazing writer in the world, but I digress.)
On Friday, I posted up my pictures of the Wolf Parade concert on Flickr, like I normally do now that I have an acceptable point and shoot, and next thing I knew I had an e-mail from an NYC weekly paper asking if they could use one. Then, today, I saw that one of my photos from a little walk around my neighborhood is up on Brownstoner.
These are obviously small things, but at this point, it means a lot to me to have small successes, even outside of writing, as I’ve been metaphorically hitting my head on a wall for the past couple months. It’s a nice confidence booster to be noticed, even in a small capacity, and this is one of a handful of times that I’ve been approached in a professional capacity instead of doing the approaching. I’m certainly not going to sit on my ass waiting to be approached, as it’s only happened a few times, but when it does… it makes the no responses a little easier to swallow.
Aug 01
If you haven’t seen Wolf Parade, do yourself a favor and buy a ticket to see them (they’re playing at Terminal 5 in NYC Friday night, and it’s not sold out, FYI). Their show tonight was in-fucking-credible, one of the best shows I’ve seen this year, without a doubt.
The darling of two NY-based internet radio vets, 8’s a mix-making service that adheres to traditional compositional rules, e.g., no more than two songs by any one artist, and no less than 30 minutes of music (around 8 tracks, or 1.76 spins of “In-A-Godda-Da-Vida”). To bestow your curatorial prowess on others, simply upload tracks (or use tracks already uploaded by others), title your mix, and slap on cover art; optionally, you can provide track listings, liner notes… for spreading your mix to everyone, 8 lets you embed its player in your blog/site/MySpace page…
I had a sudden urge to watch The Brave Little Toaster just now. Definitely one of the most formative movies of my childhood, along with Music Man, Flight of Dragons and the Last Unicorn. If I ever have children, they will be subjected to all of these.
Jul 30
I’ve used my record player more in the past two weeks than I have all year. It’s just been that sort of mood around these parts.
