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an adam levine appreciation post

the voice is totally making me worship this man. and moves like jagger is catchy as fuck (while also being an annoying earworm of a song). but adam levine man! the man is so earnest. he hides it under the adam levine-ness of his whole charmer act. the wink. the smile. *swoon* but these battle rounds, he's all business while really really appreciating the people on his team. you know he means what he says. this man would not lie to you. he's got the face going for him. it's a face you can believe. look at this face.

what i like about music #4: pinkerton

this album is like that scene in almost famous: "I'm flying high over Tupelo, Mississippi...with America's hottest band...and we're all about to die." them yelling truths at each other. dirty little deep down dark secrets that must be revealed in the last moments of your life. he's yelling his secrets at the universe for all to hear, real loud and unafraid because soon he will be dead and not around to see the fallout or feel the embarrassment. things that must be said before the end. these are the things you do not say:

…And I don't wanna be an old man anymore

It's been a year or two since I was out on the floor

Shakin' booty, makin' sweet love all the night

It's time I got back to the Good Life

It's time i got back, it's time i got back

and I don't even know how I got off the track

I wanna go back…Yeah!

-

Weezer, The Good Life

pinkerton twitter lols

They don't make stationery like this where I'm from

So fragile, so refined

So I sniff and I lick your envelope

And fall to little pieces every time

I wonder what clothes you wear to school

I wonder how you decorate your room

I wonder how you touch yourself

And curse myself for being across the sea 

- 

Weezer, Across the Sea

I'm a lot like you so please
Hello, I'm here, I'm waiting
I think I'd be good for you
And you'd be good for me
-
Weezer, El Scorcho

saying grace

when life is shit/in my emo moments i usually reach for hanson/vampire weekend/phish or elliott smith/the smiths for a good ol' wallow in the muck and hopelessness that is life. but today i find myself watching geeks doing their geek thing. this is the best type of conversation. there are lols. there are serious, well reasoned discussions which are nowhere near the bickering mess of hate that is youtube comments/imdb forums. there is joy. this is everything. and i thank you topher grace. i/we may never see Star Wars: Episode III.5: The Editor Strikes Back but today, this is enough. that'll do topher, that'll do. consider spiderman 3 forgotten. done.


Video Blog: Topher Grace's 85-Minute STAR WARS Prequel from ColliderVideos on Vimeo.

to know or not to know

the woman in black was pretty much ruined by all the knowing. the audience knows when the ghost appears before daniel radcliffe does because there she is behind him. on cue. dramatic music. it's like dora the explorer almost. harry should be asking us if we can see her and we'd yell: "behind you harry! behind you!" and he doesnt even teach us spanish. but apart from the movie i am now in general quite a dan rad fan* (except he doesnt do any acting in this). [ps. it was still quite scary because i jump at loud noises. the ghost screams a lot.]

however the hunger games (catching fire and mockingjay as well) completely profits from all the knowing/not knowing as the case may be. because we know exactly what katniss knows, when katniss knows it. when katniss is surprised, we're really truly surprised because katniss doesnt see it coming. all the clues were there but she doesnt put it together and as katniss we (or i - the person who was actually surprised that one time the surprise birthday party happened...) are truly blindsided. i say no more, this way lies spoilers. read them!

*he can sing! i have hopes of him someday singing something from the musicals. that would be awesome.

backup shapeup

my laptop went mad randomly and illustrator kept crashing. so now i'm backing everything up (6 cds so far, 5.17 gb worth of music to go as well as movies and shows). the order in which i'm doing it says a lot about my life priorities i think:

1. photos (memories/nostalgia)
2. random illustrator files, work files, videos (shit created by me)
3. music
4. movies/shows

sometimes it's like if there are no photos it didnt really happen, there's so much i forget entirely. then i find a photo of it. and still dont remember sometimes. but there's a photo, it must be so. *shrug*

this was what the whole of episode 04 of analyse phish was like. summary: harris gets high out of his mind and cant remember most of what happened during the concert. but they had a recording device with them and he can hear/relive the things he said and did. he's mostly mortified and "what am i saying?!"-ish. and scott still doesnt like phish. entertaining as fuck. 

other things i did today: 

1. watched you again and she's out of my league
2. baked chocolate cookies - baking powder does in fact expire. it refused to blend and formed into white clumps which i had to pick out of the dough.  
3. read another short story from patrick gale's dangerous pleasures. this one was called old boys. one of the hottest things i have ever read probably. so good.

listening to: prince!

open your eyes, look up to the skies and see

movies watched

loved	hated	meh
the bong connection	sex and the city 2	the descendants
midnight in paris	melancholia	one day
red state	drive	horrible bosses
		ceremony
		the ides of march

from worst to best

11. sex and the city 2 - i have nothing to say. i was bored. i knew what i was getting myself into :|

10. melancholia - arty, slow-moving, crapola.

9. drive - this is mostly a case of disappointment. i was expecting crazy, stupid, love. gosling (crazy cool! music plays! he wears suits! and he's funny.) and got creepy, silent, violent gosling instead. 

8. the descendants - so dull. no moments stand out. none. has everyone gone mad? why the raving? why the oscar noms? o0

7. one day - sappy romance (usually i love!) ruined by the stupid ending.

6. horrible bosses - funny.

5. ceremony - lee pace! 

4. the ides of march - solid.

3. the bong connection - suprisingly good. good acting. good bong music. and the best part. the accents were right. not some simpsons thing that the american actors they managed to find put on. must endeavour to watch it from the beginning. missed all the bits where grandfather aka. soumitra chatterjee (my love!) was actually alive. extra cool because the main character's name is apu.

apu and rita

2. midnight in paris - woody allen doing his thing. it works :)

1. red state - OMG. watch it. watch it now. it will blow your mind. 

Caught in a landslide, No escape from reality

in a red state of mind. watched it yesterday, but have been listening to the red state of the union podcast (the episodes with each of the 3 boys and the kerry bishé one). there's something magic about michael angarano that makes people want to repeat over and over what an amazing actor he is. they all do it. and it's not really his movie. but you remember him. like in almost famous. there is no movie without "man, hey man, you take care of her man" (i paraphrase, to be accurate it is: “Hey, man! Take good care of her in San Francisco! …Man!”).

i think red state is the reason i did not love drive as much as other people seem to. although i watched red state after drive, that is the sort of acting that i am into. what these people do with kevin smith's words... and you can pause and imagine kevin smith saying the words. and go teehee how awesome that he fucking wrote (edited and directed) this! i am so excited for hit somebody. cannot wait.

and i love ryan gosling (usually)...but in drive he wasn't a person. he wasn't real. why doesn't he like it when people talk to him? why does he like carey mulligan? why does he have that creepy ass blue tile in his kitchen?

but kerry bishé, i know why she's the crazy religious nut she is. who also wants to save the "babies". she is so good! (i am in love with kerry bishé now) and i liked marc blucas popping up an agent. he's the ultimate police/military person. he is that. he's the good little soldier. ever since he was riley finn :)

riley in buffy - i wasnt a fan (team spike all the way!). in the comic - i'm starting to like him. ish. maybe. marc blucas - i like. i like seeing him in a non buffy context and thinking to myself "oh hello there, riley finn!"

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?

let me ponder the ways in which i might be driven to the strange side by being stuck in a bad work/life scenario. there are 3 options: mental, alcoholic or dead. it would have to be a case when things get bad and stay bad so all sense of possible escape is lost.

mental
my hypothetical imaginings: this is the resigned to my fate state of mind. where you want to say fuck this shit but cant. headaches will turn into babbling, black-outs (loss of time) and eventually a nice bed in white room being asked if i can remember my name...

alcoholic
wherein i do say to myself fuck this shit. and start taking a hip flask into meetings. full on captain haddock it. pour shots for the entire conference table from my "kit" - complete with actual shot glasses.

dead
just quietly conk off one day. found dead slumped over a table where it looks like a simple headdesk but actually it's the final destination.

of the 3 (if ever the badness takes over) alcoholism is the by far the likeliest.

i've been sobbing over fictional characters again

watched the second half of north & south again. richard armitage doing his broody thing.. and that heavenly voice and accent. the long 'a's (wiki says he's a leicester man :) the 'a's did remind me of selby!).  baked a caked in the microwave which we have discovered also has some oven-like properties. turned out alright. chocolate banana cake. just the thing for this weather we're having. rain rain all day long. :) and now i'm mentally swooning over mr armitage's acting prowess, his distinctive silhouette, dreamy eyes... so pretty.

what now? back to my book i go. now on book 4 of the song of ice and fire series: a feast for crows. this seems to be the one that's especially full of/about strong female characters. asha greyjoy (i love her! she reminds me of vidya balan), brienne of tarth, margaery tyrell, cersei lannister (i hate her! she things she's so clever but she's not), the sand snakes, arianne martell, arya stark, sansa stark, gilly...

speaking of which: thornton's mum! - what a woman. i'm so glad i finally have the dvd. good buy.

3 things

1
reading (a storm of swords part II) blood and gold. about 1/3rd of the way in and 3 people are dead already. i forgot the "no one is safe" rule. anyone can die, anytime. i forgot and it snuck up on me. total WTF moment.

2

watched a christmas play. some of the same actors as last year. really well done for a local church production. detailed sets. people really cared about making it entertaining. i'd go again next year! it's fun spotting the same people year after year... 

3

one of the actors reminded me of tracie thoms. but googling tracie thoms christmas songs yields not that much... i really want to hear the tracie thoms version of white christmas. rewatched all 13 episodes of wonderfalls so the need for tracie has come to me. i want more thoms in my life! 

preferably tracie thoms and lee pace. in the same thing. again. *sigh* that would be glorious! what say santa? 

naked as we came

watched 7 films over 2 days at the chennai international film festival. (as far as i remember) 5 of which contained nudity. bodies are fascinating. 

how the same bits can look fully different on different people. uneven boobs. barely there boobs. saggy boobs. hairy backs. hairless chests. crooked teeth. large feet. stubby fingers. visible ribs. concave bellies. wobbly bellies. bums. 

so beautiful though. anything short of completely obese/skeletal is a good visual. bodies are pretty things.

pinkerton

the pinkerton diaries and alone III  -  a look into the mind of rivers cuomo in the form of a dissertation style book and cd package. it is pure porn for graphic designers/weezer lovers. the description itself is mouthwatering: 237 Pages • 3-Pound Cloth Binding • Hardback Book • 26-Track Audio CD • Exclusively Available from Riverscuomo.com • First Edition • Hand Numbered. they bloody described the heft of it! hand fucking numbered! unreleased demo tracks! want. but for $75 dollars i dont think so. *fingerscrossed* for a cheapier paperback + cd option eventually.


LOL i'm like an advert. but seriously this should be epic :) im currently listening to pinkerton again and everytime i do it seems more relevant to me and life and everything. i first listened to the album after reading a multi paged feminist article hating on him. and then i was all wtf there's nothing wrong with this! this is awesome! should have known the guy who wrote island in the sun could never disappoint. the man speaks the truth.


like in pink triangle when he says:

"I'm dumb, she's a lesbian

I thought I had found the one

We were good as married in my mind

But married in my mind's no good"

apart from the lesbian bit, i've been there.

but when i sang butterfly to a friend she said he sounds like an abuser...

"I'm sorry for what I did 

I did what my body told me to 

I didn't mean to do you harm 

Every time I pin down what I think I want it slips away 

The goal slips away "

...it was probably the lack of context. you need the whole album. i dont think butterfly sounds like that.

ps. lolol just found this and he actually uses the word "hefty" himself :D

gotta keep walking on

on episode 3 (season 1) of the walking dead. doing it in order, right proper from the beginnin'. rick grimes makes me want to talk this way. i damn near lost it *tears* at the end of episode 2 when he's reunited with the son and wife (ain't nothing going to get in the way o' that man). andrew lincoln is a better american than hugh laurie. and you believe that he is a man worth rooting for. a man who knows how people work. and this i feel is the biggest skill (yes it is a skill) and most basic skill that one needs in life. maybe not needs. but it sure is good to have if you want to treat other people right. gotta know before you act. got to know the right thing to do at the right time. right for that person. for those people. for that situation.

feels like most of my posts these days are about this very thing. rephrased. reiterated.

and when better to think about people and life and survival than in the middle of a zombiepocalypse (and with this show you are right there. in the middle. considering whether you'd make it, or whether you'd become a walker). and remember: always go for the brains. live long and prosper y'all.

have a willy mason song.

cleeeeeaaaaaaan

i had the best manicure+pedicure of my life yesterday. it was bloody endless. just when you think it's done.. there's more goopy stuff in a new and exciting colour. got me super relaxed and happy with my life and pondering the nature of the pedicure and the nature of work. specifically people who work in small parlours  the job satisfaction must be immense*. in my head it's like restoring a vintage car. pedicure = overhaulin'. the removal of dead skin cells (rust) to reveal the raw human inside - full of new and pink skin. yesterday there was a pink goopy wax like cream, bleach, a mud, white moisturiser, pink moisturiser, orange-brown goop, tingly white goop with crystals, dettol, fizzing white crystals (not in this order) plus scrubbing, scraping, cutting, polishing... when the mud went on and slowly dried into a landscape of dry, cracked earth.. overhaulin' changed into those discovery channel shows where they talk about tectonic plates and what not - how the landscape changed with volcanoes, lava flow.. i almost started pondering the potential flora and fauna that could inhabit the landscape of my arms. everything got massaged. there was even an electrically powered vibrating (sander looking) thing. for ultimate massage. i was over the moon happy. it's so much more about the experience than the end result. sure you know you got rid of much matter but it's not a very visible change. people will look at my hands and feet and think: "oh nail polishes. cool." but that doesn't even begin to cover it..

when i was nearly done (meaning about 10 mins to go, it was looooong) a grumpy girl sat down next to me for the exact same thing and was so so grumpy about. what use? pfft!

also also the whole experience happened to the hindi music soundtrack of my youth... it was some shahrukh khan filums through the ages type thing all the way to rang de basanti type songs. i was flashbacking all over the place.

ps. nina's, kundanhalli gate, bangalore.
* you've got to be that sort of person though, to really enjoy this slow revelation of inner human. i've had a few shitty pedicures where you know all the person working on you is thinking about is the ick factor of having to touch someone else's feet. but these have all been in fairly posh places and that is just a bad bad idea. posh places = zero service. it's all about the fancy looking foot-massaging tub of water that needs to be plugged in. rubbish i say! rubbish!

this has been a girly post in the style of AA Gill.

didnt get to do #airporttweetz

oh dude... so many airport thoughts. maybe it was the willy mason soundtrack to the whole thing. but it was this thought that humans are easy to figure out. we all stress about shit. and travelling sucks. it's hard. you have to remember a million things. carry the right id. the right stamp on the right ticket. be there on time. the right flight. the right day. and you deal with it. with all the shit of the delayed flights, the wrong train compartment, waitlisted tickets... and it's mostly dealing with people. who you can convince into helping you out. who the right person is (in the situation) to rely on. and sometimes some people are just so gorram nice. we're all in the same travel hell and just want to help out. just because the day has sucked, it doesnt mean you cant help someone with a bag or just commiserate.

feel the pain. hell yeah! (swearing to compensate for random sentimentality)

ps. goa airport. the scene: waiting for boarding to begin. vijay mallya walks in. people fucking stand up and hush down. he is the man. also kingfisher has smooth pilots. so good. it was like "what? we've landed? that was it? chill".

the amazing life

my life this past week has been very the amazing race. oh that show. that classic classic show. which is about life and people and relationships and the way things can break down under the pressure of constant travel. the drama's all built in. and it takes a special sort of person to just chill and be zen about it. surely the person you're with is more important than winning a silly game.

which brings me to this andrew-garfield-looking-shorts-wearing boy i saw at the bangalore airport today [Note: i thought i was going goa to chennai direct but it turns out..NO. drama!] he was reading his paper. looking zen. a totally gibberish sounding announcement happened. he puts his paper down. listens in a half intent/half amused way. shrugs in a "that must not have been anything to do with me" way. and happily goes back to reading his paper. so chill. so sane. casually waves to his check-shirt-and-hipster-glasses friend...

and that is where i shall end the tale of the boy and his paper. one cute boy observed. one giant conclusion reached.

cynic who?

every time i meet one of my dad's friends i come away with the same feeling of incredulity at just how different we are. the theme of the evening seemed to be his feeling that i'm too much of a cynical realist who doesn't believe that bad things in the world can change. this is true. politicians suck. people die. 

but i can see how he's a different sort of cynic about life. he doesn't get excited about things in the way that i do. i constantly exclaim over bands/music (pulp!), songs (superfreak - rick james/the hanson+meiko cover), human ability (radiolab podcast: a 4-track mind), good stories (moffat's timey-wimey doctor who), characters (river song!), people (ryan gosling!)… i fangirl over everything. of late i've been sending songs and links his way. and his reaction is mostly: meh. 

him: yes i listened to/saw it. *shrug* 

and i'm all: it was awesome right?! 

then he changes the subject. :)

ps. 

i recommend:

podcast: psycomedia (rather entertaining/british/funny psychology podcast)

book: beautiful losers - leonard cohen

fanfic: dalton - cp coulter (glee-fic)

movie: crazy, stupid, love.

show: doctor who

Tom Chiarella, our Chiarella

just read the esquire article about Franco in the magazine i've had for ages. got the mag. ripped out the full page black and white glossy of the man. it went on my wall.

on my wall

finally read the article. it makes james franco seem really normal and the writer seem like the "semi-academic hipster artist" who's watched dead poets society one too many times (uses the phrase "Franco, our Franco" to death). what i'm getting to is that it's less about franco and more about tom chiarella. maybe i should google him.

ohhh he's got a wiki page. he's a somebody then.

"Born Rochester NY (1961), he received a BA in Studio Art/Writing at St. Lawrence University, 1983, and an MFA in Fiction Writing from the University of Alabama (1987)."

man! he is a semi-academic hipster artist. mind is blown. i cannot take this guy seriously. XD

#lifeupdate

today

totally awesome work wise!

(fingerscrossed for presentation at meeting tomorrow.)

listening to

metallica

(in anticipation of seeing them live at the end of october.)

reading

a storm of swords

least favourite character (so far)

tywin lannister

(shit father, shit man. just all round unpleasant.)

favourite character (so far)

tyrion lannister

(he's the only one i can't imagine dying on me.)

last watched

glee - s3e1
(made me want to listen to musicals again. the old time ones. cole porter!)

least favourite character (in the ep.)

quinn fabray

(skank quinn is not working for me, baby mama quinn was the best.)

favourite character (in the ep.)

(weirdly) rachel berry

(i just love her ok?)