God forgive me, but
I am semi-obsessed with the Stevie Nicks lady. I went to look at her other artwork, and it’s mostly the kind of stuff I’d expect people to buy at a mall. But, then, there are two pictures that are actually decent, in my opinion. Eerie-good, like a lot of the most popular “real” art being done today. I think if the Stevie Nicks lady could take a break from the safer fantasy stuff and get hardcore in touch with her more imaginative visions – even if they tend to lead to ambiguous bestiality -she could really make something of herself.
Stevie Nicks Lady, if you are reading this, please know that I’m only talking about you this way because you’re a celebrity in my mind, and regular humans trash celebrities without remorse. Stevie Nicks Lady, be brave.
exercise for the pleasure of it
Today I finally got to walk the park trail alone, as fast as I wanted. It felt good. I didn’t nag my kids or make fun of other walkers with my boyfriend. I just walked my ass off and felt the wind and looked at the trees.
Exercise generally just feels good. Usually, the endorphin/adrenalin rush makes me feel so good that I get hyper-confident and start fantasizing about how awesome it’ll be when I’m thin again. Then, when the high wears off, I’m not yet thin again. And that depresses me, and I get annoyed with exercising.
Today I let myself fantasize about whatever I wanted, skinniness included, but I also took frequent breaks from that so I could enjoy the plain physical sensations.
I also fantasized a little about becoming strong enough to buy myself a bike. Or to ski. Or to fly.
Danger, Will Robinson – boring music talk
I kind of hate Napster, even while it helps me stay sane with new music. I hate that it doesn’t have every song in the world – not even the Beatles – and I hate that, if you delete songs from your Napster Library, the motherfucker deletes them from your hard drive, too. After you’ve paid for them. Luckily, I received a hint of this and tested it on a lamer song before I lost anything good.
My modus operandi is to acquire three to eight good new songs and then play them into the ground, until they’re part of my DNA. Then I play old songs and whine until I dig up more new songs.
Right now my new songs of the moment include ones by Primal Scream, Fischerspooner, Blue Six, Dieselboy, Grooverider and Puracane. And, years behind everyone else, that horribly addictive Milkshake song. And a remix of Michelle Branch’s “Breathe” subtitled “The Passengerz Tuff Club”.
If you have the exact same musical taste as me but a much larger MP3 collection, won’t you please email me your advice?
back-talking and meta-talking
I linked to this site the other day and its writer demurred very modestly and self-deprecatingly, saying something about her blog not being as good as mine.
I don’t have a permanent link list on this site because I hate feeling obligated to link to people just because they link to me, whether I actually read their sites or not. I do appreciate people linking to me, and I periodically visit the sites that do and shed one tear of gratitude at each one. Sometimes, if something in particular catches my eye, I’ll bookmark it and link to it eventually. Nyarlathotep’s site is really good and well-written. I actually bookmarked it so that I can read it on a regular basis. She…. (Is she a she? Hmm – I’m assuming, here.) She shouldn’t be so self-deprecating. She should just accept compliments graciously, without beating herself up over them, because her writing is good and that’s nothing to downplay in oneself these days.
I hate that society raises women to demur modestly and self-deprecatingly. Nyarly, I dare you to post on your site something like, “Gwen linked to me because – hello – I freaking rule. Hell, yeah. She best be linking to me. Shit.”
Nyarly, if you are actually a boy, then I’m very sorry. But (some of) the facts still remain.
The only thing that makes Nyarly’s blog not as good as mine is the fact that the permalinks don’t seem to be working. I meant for the link above to go to the Periodontist entry, which is very funny. If it doesn’t go there, please scroll down. If the link actually works, forget I said anything about it.
(Nyarly, I will quit stalking you now, I promise.)
