joyful noise category archives
denial; denial.
Tuesday 20 April 2010 | I like a cookie
gravespinning
Thursday 4 March 2010 | someone left a cookie
1. So yesterday I was waitlisted at the only PhD program to which I could, apparently, be arsed to apply. It was my only application largely because I feel so ongoingly guilty about trying to beg/borrow/steal/win yet more writing time—as a recovering Protestant, clearly I should quit receiving and give back more than I presently [...]
shut up and drive
Thursday 15 October 2009 | I like a cookie
we’re never going to make the light but it’s all right tonight you will be mine tonight the monkey dies “At the 2008 End of the Road festival in Dorset, Sparhawk abruptly ended the band’s performance by ripping the strings and lead [sic] out of his guitar, throwing it to the ground and then hurling [...]
tongue-tied
Thursday 7 May 2009 | 24 cookies in the jar
in which she cried like a little girl
Saturday 17 January 2009 | 12 cookies in the jar
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because impermanence, she is a bitch
Tuesday 13 January 2009 | someone left a cookie
[Edited to add: Okay, so dude is admittedly annoying, with his precise stubble and carefully rasped line-endings. And he's apparently Israeli, which, right now, I can't even. But I'm a sucker for looping acoustic guitar and falsetto (as the Brujo, who loathes Thom Yorke, can attest) and that whole watered-down, semantically depleted Jeff Buckley/Ryan Adams [...]
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“…which, thanks anyway.”
Friday 28 November 2008 | 5 cookies in the jar
[The Brujo's and my new favorite expression of amused distaste, gleaned from a signal two grafs about Midwestern Xians near the end of "Ticket to the Fair."] So it was el Día de Accíon de Gracias. Last year we ate fish burritos at Amado’s, sitting outside in t-shirts under the palm trees. This year it [...]
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friday refrain · goin’ out to the brujo
Friday 21 November 2008 | 15 cookies in the jar
[But extra credit to anyone who can decipher Ms. Jackson's notoriously inscrutable gesture at 2:00 and 2:52, ending my twenty-year speculations?] Strange how you literally cannot watch her and not think about him. What we have inscribed on and into his body, deconstructing its blackness as surely as Elvis Presley took apart Big Mama Thornton. [...]
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pipe wrench fight!
Saturday 15 November 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar
Though, had I been the one writing the new libretto, I might have had more acidulous things to say about their tarty Members Only jackets.
autumnal/premenstrual
Sunday 9 November 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
From: the unreliable narrator To: oleoptene Date: 9 November 2008 Subject: aetataureate adumbration calabash farrago maceration Ah, you had me at aetataureate. (Though actually maceration vs. mastication was the topic of debate between the B. and myself a few days ago, at the conclusion of which I invoked Julia Child and macédoine, which turns out [...]
