Missy | July 16, 2006
Red Hook, Brooklyn
I’ve created a new banner for this page, one that is less Frasier-y and less lame. The big reveal will happen once I rethink this page’s layout overall. I guess this means I’m serious, this time.
I’m off to Phoenix for the week (working), where it is 700 degrees. Celsius.
UPDATE: I conveniently forgot to mention this earlier, probably because it’s embarrassing, but I’ve been hopelessly addicted to So You Think You Can Dance, which is, really, about 67% boring/annoying, I find, and almost completely artless like all other reality talent competitions. Most of the pieces are pure candy, soulless and uninspired. But, I’ve gotten some real joy watching Ivan and Allison, particularly last week’s rather moving performance (which is probably one of the more imaginative pieces choreographed for the show. I even forgave the Annie Lennox music, which reminds me of a choreographer whom I found especially irritating when I lived in DC.) Anyway, all of this is to say that you can watch it here, including the judges’ comments. My favorite moment is when he whips her around towards the end.
(Related only in that it’s another You Tube thing: Ryan points to the new Sonic Youth video…directed by Claire Denis! But don’t get too excited because it really doesn’t feel like the mark of Denis.)
So, I’ve been in a wet bikini much of the day today. Haven’t had the opportunity to do that yet this year. It is so freaking hot in Arizona that I can’t even begin to describe it. I’ve also spent the day catching up on my reading, specifically that page-turner, Guests of the Ayatollah. I mean, I already know how it ends, and I even know how the Operation Eagle Claw part ends, even though until recently I didn’t know anything about it (it was excerpted in The Atlantic Monthly a few of months back). Still, I’m going to be sad when there’s no more book, which reminds me of a friend of mine, I’ll call him Lon McFedden*, who once admitted that when he was younger he used to cry when he finished books because there was no more book. Forgive me if I cry tears of sadness when the hostages are freed, okay?
See what you get when I am away from home? Actual blog entries! Disputable meaningfulness, I’ll grant you, but a higher word count nonetheless.
* Not his real name, although it may bear some resemblance to his real name.
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