Monthly Archive for August, 2000

Crazy Girl at the Cutting Room

So, last night my friend and me went and had a New York City adventure. I’d like to say that this city is for every person who has no problems with tight claustrophobic places. Subways, restaurants, apartments, all of it. First, we went to Republic, a really great place in Union Square, it’s all communal seating (non-smoking at least) and they serve an array of noodles, the theme is “think noodles” and so that is what I thought. I had the glass noodles and chicken (and of course some sort of vegetable I discarded,) and a really great glass of merlot.

After, we went to see Julia Darling perform at the Cutting Room. There were three performers for five bucks; I was all about this show. We arrived early and took a stab at the bar (kudos to the foxy bar tender, rick? greg?). I heard someone as we were walking in. We stand at the door and there is a girl no more than 22 on stage wearing a sequins purple jacket with a furry rim around the collar and sleeves. So, she’s standing there and singing about snogging (but that’s my word for it, she wasn’t even close to using that term), about masturbation and all sorts of other terms that probably need censoring (yay tipper). So this girl was some sort of wanna-be tori amos, but in a bad way because from what I recall of Tori is that she disagrees with her sexuality selling her music, all this girl had was her sex. She was *that* girl in High School, you know, the annoying drama girl. The girl throws off her purple jacket and starts basically stripping to barely a piece of cloth. She has on a little slip dress with red sequins bullets as nipples on it and it was just so tasteless. The she left and comes back on stage with a poster of an obese black man and asks the audience what we all have in common with him, and personally I was hoping that I had nothing in common with him because she had just said he has manic depression and is schizophrenic (I knew what *she* had in common with him). This carried into a rant about “No matter how old you are, please vote.” Blah, blah blah, something about it being the last day for an absentee ballot (um, hello? are we in America?) and how we all need to get out and vote at this election so this obese man gets out of jail for killing a cocaine dealer or something to that effect. This tirade of singing, stripping, and pissing me off continued for about fifteen more minutes and off she went.

And you ask, Kristen, your point?

My point is: *that* girl is the reason we all don’t get microphones. *that* girl is the reason I may have a flamboyant personality, and why I do not get on a stage and exploit myself.

chutes and ladders…

Soundtrack of the day: Crayon, the Samples, Third Eye Blind, Jimi Hendrix, Frontier, James, & Portishead.

It was a decent day at work. I actually had things to do more than not. Go figure! I decided to leave work early because I had a headache. After going down thru the gates of hell (the escalator) at the metro station, I see my friend Jessie coming the other direction. Quite odd. Anyways, she took me home. It was fun. I don’t usually have fun after work. It was a nice change. Just like David Bowie.

There is a new section to olympus mons. It’s called Banda Obscura. There you will find bio’s/pictures/mp3s of strange/unheard/random bands. This edition has the kindercore-esque band CRAYON. Check it.

Fortune and Time Inc.

So, last week I had the pleasure of stepping foot on Time Inc. property. I had the absolute joy of going into the bowels of Fortune magazine. The elevators were swankier than Goldman, Sachs & Co., they were far more superior above CBS, and about the size of my apartment. The cubicles are mini offices, just without doors. I just so happened to score an October 1996 issue of Fortune Magazine, the thoughts of wealth and selling it on ebay to pay next month’s cable bill have entered my mind quite a few times while passing it on the coffee table. People are paying so much money, for such crap these days, it’s sort of scary. Since, I did have the issue and on the cover of the issue it says, “Why Bonds are going to be Better than Stocks this year.” This in itself was hilarious (along with the rest of the capitalist angry whiteman mantra.) Inside there was an article claiming that a paper route as a kid is as slave-like and child labor induced as oh, say Nike in Indonesia. The whole article is about how in countries where wealth is not even to be heard of, these children that are working seven days a week for seventeen cents a week are happy to have jobs! It was just their misfortune not to be conceived in the land of opportunity and to not be overbearing white men who have always had wealth and have never had to even imagine poverty. Basically, this article said that because the GDP is $600 that these children are lucky they can help their families and that is far more money than what they need. Um, does anyone else see the problem with this thinking?