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August 31, 2005
What we talk about around the IM office
oxfeld: i'm watching deaf people have an argument in a car waiting at a stoplight outside my window. lots and lots of sign language.
posted by jessica at 12:31 PM | Comments (0)
August 29, 2005
I should probably stop watching CNN all day
Not that I like my news anchors to be sappy cream puffs, but when Wolf Blitzer covers the hurricane, he strikes me as insensitive.
Perhaps it's because Blitzer is a robot. A cold, unblinking robot.
posted by jessica at 03:28 PM | Comments (0)
August 22, 2005
dj tanner
I'll be spinning* tonight at the Knitting Factory for Gothamist's Movable Hype showcase. It should be pure comedy, so stop by and throw your drink at me.
*By "spinning," I mean plugging in my ghettoPod and setting it to random.
posted by jessica at 02:31 PM | Comments (0)
August 11, 2005
Or maybe I just had too much to drink
It's been said multiple times that Clap Your Hands Say Yeah! sounds a lot like the Talking Heads. Which makes the presence of David Byrne's preppy doppelganger at last night's show really odd.
Update: Okay, it was actually him. It would've been more cool if it had just been a Byrne lookalike, for some reason.
posted by jessica at 07:45 AM | Comments (0)
August 09, 2005
Death Cab, indeed.
Like everyone else with marginal internet competency, I've been listening to the new Death Cab for Cutie album, Plans. While the band has hardly been known for being the sound of good cheer, I'd have to say that the album, while quite pretty, is one of the most depressing things I've ever heard. Perhaps indie woe just doesn't work with the highly produced sound of Plans, or maybe I've just finally grown out of the light emo rock of post-pubescent angst. Whatever the case may be, this thing makes me seriously want to kill myself. (This song is particularly annoying.)
Back to Kelly Clarkson.
posted by jessica at 05:25 PM | Comments (0)
August 03, 2005
Crimes against humanity
The president departed Tuesday for his longest stretch yet away from the White House, arriving at his Crawford ranch in the evening for a stretch of clearing brush, visiting with family and friends, and tending to some outside-the-Beltway politics. By historical standards, it is the longest presidential retreat in at least 36 years.
The August getaway is Bush's 49th trip to his cherished ranch since taking office and the 319th day that Bush has spent, entirely or partially, in Crawford -- nearly 20 percent of his presidency to date, according to Mark Knoller, a CBS Radio reporter known for keeping better records of the president's travel than the White House itself. Weekends and holidays at Camp David or at his parents' compound in Kennebunkport, Maine, bump up the proportion of Bush's time away from Washington even further.
In the past year, I've had exactly 10 days away from my job (5 of which were spent freelancing elsewhere). And while my responsibilities hardly compare, I'm pretty sure I work a lot harder than the big guy.
I'm going to go out on a limb here, but: Shit ain't right.
posted by jessica at 10:12 AM | Comments (0)
August 01, 2005
I have a problem
And her name is Kelly Clarkson. More specifically, Ms. Clarkson and her friend Jason Nevins, who together have made, hmm, six billion remixes of Since U Been Gone. Most of which I now own. And to which I can't stop listening.
Yeah, that's right. I'm out of the closet.
Where the hell have I been for the last eight months? How could it take me this long to find something so addictive? Oh darling, Kelly, when can we meet and be best friends and dance to your hit singles? I know we'd totally hit it off. You can bring Mr. Nevins, too. He seems rather fun.
Oh my god, I totally hate myself right now.
posted by jessica at 05:53 PM | Comments (0)
