Handguns and Nudie Sightings

I'm not the blogging type, probably because if anyone wants to know what's going on with me they can just buy an album. But I admire many people's blogs, specifically those posted at http://www.saltmag.com. Does Mark Blankenship keep a blog? He should. He's one of the liveliest, most clever, articulate people in my life and I would like to read a blog written by him. That is, until I can read his weekly New York Times Arts Feature columns....

Last night I watched "Mean Girls" again so I could declare this week "Rachel McAdams Week." I highly recommend watching "Red Eye," especially if you can manage to find a matinee full of old ladies who accompanied each other to a light afternoon thriller, and clutch each other and scream the whole time.

I just found out a friend of mine was shot in the hand during a holdup in New Haven last night. I feel very impotently angry. To think of all the nights I walked from the computer lab back to my apartment at 4am in New Haven, and felt nothing worse than prickly skin on my neck. Still, I never paid attention to it. I am a little lunkheaded about personal safety sometimes. Last night I was running in Park Slope around 9pm, in the dark, and I was thinking about how maybe my general fearlessness is also a general carelessness. My mother is also like that...right now she is hiking the Appalachian Trail alone. I'm proud that I have a mom that does stuff like that but also a little freaked out that she is so cavalier about her personal safety. She's always running on long dark roads alone in Mexico and stuff. There's a big difference between running after dark in La Jolla, versus me doing it with a walkman on in Brooklyn, but for some reason I am not hardwired to make my decisions based on fear (or common sense). Part of me hates to be disempowered by danger. Like, if I wanted to run, but stayed inside because I was scared, I would feel pissed and frustrated. Then again I would feel pretty pissed and frustrated if I got KILLED on my run too.

On to more frothsome topics.

I eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for breakfast almost every day.

My new favorite bands are Morphine, the Decemberists, Cake, and Clap Your Hands Say Yeah. I also highly enjoy the msuic of Sufjan Stevens.

I am working on my new album, and tonight, since my dad is visiting NYC, he will be singing back-up on one of the tracks. I am a little nervous about having him in the studio, since he hasn't ever recorded anything. He thought that he would just be singing along with me and the guitar, but I explained to him that the backing vocals are tracked separately, and that he'd be alone in a booth with headphones on, just singin' along. He understood a little better when I told him it's like Karaoke. Sigh. I can feel it in my bones (Liz Phair fans, altogether now...)...I mean, I can feel it in my bones, this album is going to be SOOOOPER AWESOME.

Oh! Oh my God! OMIGAWD! I just saw her!!

For MONTHS people at the studio I work at have been talking about the woman who wanders around naked in her apartment every morning, and I just looked up and I saw her standing full monty in the kitchen, drinking coffee and staring out the FULL LENGTH window. She's like a unicorn, an urban myth come true. Now, that's frothsome. I'm ready to start the day now.