I'll Find a New Way, Baby
26 Apr
My apartment is wrecked. The walls are bare, there are piles of books and boxes everywhere, and I keep finding crap laying around where it should not be, because I should’ve put in a box that’s already full and taped up and ready for the movers. Because yes, I am moving. Again.
No one likes moving, so I’ll spare you the whine I’d normally insert here. But it’ll all be done on Thursday, and then the unpacking can begin. It’s not all bad though, because we really, really dislike where we live right now, and are moving back to our old neighborhood in Pentagon City. The major negative points of Pentagon City (cleverly named, since it’s literally right behind the Pentagon) are that you get a lot of Blackhawks flying overhead, and they’re very loud in the morning, and that the traffic is, er, DC traffic.
The positive points are everything else.
And then, finally, I might freaking write something again. Or finish editing something, at least. God, that will be nice. I hate when things are gummed up like this. How dare reality interfere with my daydreaming?
In other news, I’m on another Franz Ferdinand (the band, not the Archduke) kick because the week after I move I get to take the train up to NYC to see them at the Roseland Ballroom with Neuroscientist Reenie. They’re really excellent vampire music, as I’m sure I’ve mentioned before, so even if I’m not messing with that little pet project of mine, it just puts me in that frame of mind. They’re not quite as dirty-attractive and death-oriented as, say Louis XIV (the band, not the Sun King), but they’re 100x better, and their sense of irony is entirely in tact. I sometimes despair of Louis XIV’s.
Then again, the latter are American, so we’re lucky they even know what it means. American rock stars take themselves so seriously. How’s that for a commentary on America in general? It really inhibits our glam, man. Thank god for the Scissor Sisters.
But I digress. So I’m listening to Franz in the car and thinking about vampires, and I think of this quote I read from Alex Kapranos (lead singer guy) about how, “The last record was…like a teenager having sex. This one’s a bit more assured…”
And I thought, wow. No wonder it works for the pet project. I started it some 7-8 years ago, and I look at it now and it’s exactly like a teenager having sex. As Meghan Brunner said to me last night while discussing it, “The enthusiasm’s there, you just don’t have the mechanics down yet.” Awkward, but fun enough that you don’t really care at the time.
Of course, I’m not sure how you can ever be positive you’re out of that awkward stage and actually have decent technique. But you know, it’s an ongoing process. Which kind of continues the metaphor, if you think about it. But try not to, too much.
And I guess I felt the need to share that with y’all. Figured you’d understand.
Anyhow, the new record works too, but in a different way. Just for good measure, here. I love this song. (Look, you can’t just listen to Joy Division your whole life. Sometimes you just need to dance.)
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Now playing: Franz Ferdinand – Bite Hard
via FoxyTunes
You know, I just noticed the fetching icons you’ve got for us here… I feel so abused. (Also amused, but you know.)
Good luck with the moving!
Haha I picked the monsters theme for those of you who don’t have your own Gravatars, yes. I could change it to the patterns, but the little monsters are so cute!
Thanks man, I’ll need it.
There was a quick moment during the video when they showed a member of the band, where I said to myself “is that Morrissey?” Because, whoa!, the hair! the vaguely blank/hangdog expression! But that passed when the song picked up. It’s still definitely FF, but it does sound tighter (and I’m not touching the teenage metaphor with that one At. All.).
Much luck and ease with the move.
Good luck with the move.
I’m now nominating your blog as the most attractive blog on the net.
Haha, Fredericks. I shoulda known not to try and use a sex metaphor to talk about writing. Only rock stars can do that… and it can only go to scary places.
Also haha, Morrissey. He’s totally my Gravatar over there, too. It’s the back of his neck with the word “FAKE” on it. That rules.
Cate, I shall pass on the kind words to Becca, Web Goddess. I’m so, so pleased with what she did. My only contribution, like I say, are the little banner images up there– and I never would’ve put my own drawings up if she hadn’t been insistent on that one point all along!
Thanks for the good luck wishes. I’m balling them all up and putting them in my pocket, because this is gonna suck. I’m so cheerful!
Ugh, moving : P
I say you’re always entitled to whine!
Dig the new layout…Very clean, and kind of a 70s vibe.
Nat, good point. Still, I’m trying to be Spartan, or something.
Jeremy, it is a bit 70s, isn’t it? Groovy! Thanks!