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Mena posted!

And she tagged me for the fun game!

Four jobs I've had:

• Soccer referee. Does that count? I don't know if I actually got paid. I was probably 12 or 13.
• Ice Cream vendor, Baskin Robbins. I worked at Baskin Robbins for about a year, I think. I was probably the worst BR employee ever—I wasn't openly disdainful, I guess, but I never really smiled at customers, &c.
• Software Engineer, Excite@Home & Ignition Design. & some other places while in college, too.
• Co-Founder/CTO, Six Apart

Four movies I can watch over and over:

• The Godfather, Part II
• Brain Candy
• XXX
• Trapped in the Closet (more)

Four places I've lived:

• Petaluma, CA
• Santa Clara, CA
• Redwood City, CA
• San Francisco, CA

(Yes, very boring.)

FourTen TV shows I love:

• Blow Out
• Project Runway (more)
• America's Next Top Model (more)
• Survivor (more)
• Lost (more)
• I'm Alan Partridge / Knowing Me, Knowing You (more)
• 24
• The Sopranos
• Arrested Development
• Freaks and Geeks (more)

Four places I've vacationed:

• Los Cabos, Mexico. November 2005, after Thanksgiving. (some photos)
• Big Island, Hawaii. July 2005. I fell off of a bike & had to get 15 stitches in my chin, & thereafter couldn't go in the water. But it was still a fun trip.
• Charleston, SC. Twice, as day trips while visiting Mena's family in Charlotte, NC.
• England & France for a month, after college.

Four of my favorite dishes:

• Curry Udon in Tokyo, which is always our just-off-the-plane-and-somewhat-delirious meal. Mie has some good photos.
• Coconut cake at Peninsula Grill in Charleston, SC. This cake was so amazing! Here's a photo.
• Fish tacos! Anywhere, really, but especially here.
• Vietnamese potstickers, which I haven't had for probably 15 years, I guess, but when my dad used to work in San Francisco, my family would drive down to visit him every so often. We'd meet him out in the Inner Richmond (he'd take the bus out from the Financial District), and we'd go to a Vietnamese restaurant, The Garden House, around 3rd and Clement. The restaurant isn't there anymore—I remember when they told us they were moving to the East Bay, & that was a sad day. I loved those potstickers.

FourThree sites I visit daily:

• my LJ friends page
• my blog
• Whatever sites NetNewsWire tells me have been updated.

Four places I would rather be right now:

• New York
• Disneyland
• Hawaii
• sleeping

Tag some other bloggers:

• Sippey
• Tatsuhiko

"Once I was happy in happy extremes..."

It seems as though I've read about Aztec Camera for years. In fact, one of my more vivid Aztec Camera associations is reading in my BMG Music monthly brochure about a new AC album, which, based on timing—it was around 1990, and I was about 13—must have been Stray.

Needless to say, the artisans at BMG weren't quite able to convince me to try out Roddy Frame's 90s semi-comeback album. After all, I was probably on the self-selected Hard Rock regimen, & then at the time, I probably stuck with Living Color, or EMF. Or something.

But so anyway, just last week I downloaded an Aztec Camera track. The track was "We Could Send Letters," and I listened to it for the first time yesterday afternoon, & it just fit, somehow.

& so this weekend I headed down to Amoeba and bought High Land, Hard Rain, the first Aztec Camera album. [1]

Anyway, for anyone else who's new to Aztec Camera, the (really short version of the) story: AC is largely just Roddy Frame, from Scotland, and High Land, Hard Rain, released in 1983 (when Roddy was just 19!), is an incredible set of songs about (what else?) love & loss. The obvious musical reference points are The Orange Juice & Elvis Costello, but there's also something much more pastoral about Aztec Camera, sort of an XTC-ish [2] English countryside vibe.

& the tracks on High Land, Hard Rain contain some of the loveliest acoustic guitar playing I've heard in a long time, particularly in e.g. "We Could Send Letters" & "Lost Outside the Tunnel."

I've only had it for about a day now, but I'm already realizing that it's one of those albums that you listen to both sad & happy, happy knowing that you'll love it forever, & it will never grow old, but sad both because you've missed it for 27 years of your life, & but also because it's just a sad, heartbroken sort of an album.

Listen to "Pillar to Post", from High Land, Hard Rain

[1] Also purchased this weekend:

• Spoon, Girls Can Tell


• Destroyer, Streethawk: A Seduction


• Cat Power, The Greatest (more)


• Mick Harvey, One Man's Treasure

[2] BTW, speaking of XTC, did anyone see the Chicago auditions for "American Idol"? That first guy, that guy who sang something I can't remember, but then launched into a ridiculously aggressive version of "Making Plans for Nigel"—that just had me dying. He was all like, "Nigel, Nigel, Nigel!" & then last night, Mena just said that out of the blue. It was quite funny.

"Oh, dogs are everywhere that I go..."

Reading Nelson's account of his hatred for his Nintendog reminded me of Mena's new habit of playing Nintendogs every day in the car on the way to work.

Mena bought the Chihuahua version of Nintendogs on December 31, so in addition to Trivial Pursuit, New Years Eve 2006 was marked by the rhythmic, repeated "Augie... Augie... Augie!... Augie", as Mena trained her new Sheltie puppy (named Augie, after her parents' Sheltie). This is the training process: you have to repeat the dog's name over, & over, & over again, until it will respond to commands.

In other words: if you think it's infuriating & repetitive to play the game, try listening to someone play the game. It's much, much worse.

And so the thing is: Mena's now got four dogs. Why so many? Because they're basically puppy prostitutes, working for money, & they can only turn 3 tricks per day, metaphorically (or, actually, quite literally—each dog can compete in only 3 competitions per day).

So Mena's invested her agility competition proceeds in a little army of dogs. Her first was Augie, the Sheltie; she's followed that with Binky, the terrier; Evita, the German Shepherd; and Baby, the King Charles Spaniel. & of course, in a very encouraging Hey-Let's-Get-A-Dog-Ourselves! way, she's quite tired of walking them, feeding them, & cleaning up after them.

Her dogs are, in turn:

• unable to catch a frisbee, because of pathetically short legs (Binky)
• aggressively useless (Evita)
• lethargic & depressed, & just lies around moping [1] (Augie)

Baby is the newest, & Mena's not yet tired of her, apparently.

& the best of all: last night Augie met Alaina's dog Rofl, which meeting unlocked the Shiba Inu puppies at the kennel in Mena's game. Hooray! Another begrudged puppy!

[1] Though apparently he's still quite good in agility competitions.

"They look like good strong hands, don't they?"

Oh, sigh, The NeverEnding Story always makes me so sad.

This was my favorite movie in the whole world when I was younger.

"Some days it's dark. Some days I work. ..." [1]

Is January 24 still the most depressing day of the year in 2006? Seems that it must be, according to news stories.

Now, granted, I realize that the formula for Most Depressing Day isn't particularly scientific [2], but I find it quite suspicious that it's chosen the same day at least two years in a row, now.

But for those who're looking for a little Tuesday depression, here are some suggestions on how to prove the scientists right:

Listen...

to one or more of the following:

1. The Clientele, "K"
2. Dios, "Just Another Girl"
3. Dusty Springfield, "Breakfast in Bed"
4. ABBA, "The Winner Takes It All"
5. Jane Birkin, "Fuir le Bonheur"
6. The Go-Betweens, "I'm Allright"
7. The Beach Boys, "You Still Believe In Me"
8. The The, "Love is Stronger Than Death"
9. The Afghan Whigs, "When We Two Parted"
10. Willie Nelson, "Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain"

Watch...

The Godfather: Part II. Or, maybe, watch it more than once! It gets more uplifting the second & third times round—I promise. [3]

Happy Sad Day!

[1] Best song ever.

[2] This is the frighteningly new-agey, feel-bad formula, btw:

The model is:

[W + (D-d)] x TQ
M x NA

The equation is broken down into seven variables: (W) weather, (D) debt, (d) monthly salary, (T) time since Christmas, (Q) time since failed quit attempt, (M) low motivational levels and (NA) the need to take action.

Of course, it leaves quite a few questions unanswered:

• What about the southern hemisphere, where the temperature in January can be above 100 degrees Fahrenheit?
• What about people who celebrate another holiday (or none at all) instead of Christmas?
• What if I have no motivation whatsoever, which would cause M to be (presumably) 0, which would cause a division by 0 condition, leading to an infinite amount of... something?
• & most importantly: What is the final unit of measurement? Days? Weeks? Minutes? Number of depressed people?

&c.

[3] Not really. But it does tend to numb you after a while, which can be helpful.

"That's my song..."

Tonight Mena & I were watching "Skating with Celebrities" [1] and about some particular skater, she said, "He's good," and I laughed, and then she said, "Wait, what's that from?", and then we both said "Snowbird!"

If you're not aware of the genius that is "Snowbird," read Mena's post from a couple of years ago. Briefly put, "Snowbird" was a short film by Bruce McCulloch (of Kids in the Hall fame) that aired on an episode of Saturday Night Live in 1994/95, where Bruce played a struggling—but really great—karaoke singer whose special song was "Snowbird." And it was the most amazing thing I've ever seen.

Then, one day, I lent it to Mena, and—here's where the story gets a bit hazy—she either lost it, or she taped over it, or her dad taped over it, or Augie ate it, or... & the list goes on.

And so, you know: I've got tapes of pretty much every episode of "Seinfeld" for about five seasons, of "Saturday Night Live" for about at least two seasons, of some fucking show with Randy Quaid & Jonathan Winters that I can't remember the name of, &c.

But that particular episode of SNL, with the best short film ever? It's lost, forever. And people, I need to see "Snowbird."

So Mena & I are collectively asking once again: does someone have "Snowbird" in digital form? Please?

Come on, internet! Don't let us down!

[1] Yes, really. I thought it might inspire a blog post in & of itself, but now, I'm not so sure. It was just kind of sad.

In particular, Todd Bridges. I was telling Mena that it was ironic that he was skating to "Jungle Boogie," considering the Daily Show interview a couple of years ago where he said he was planning a career comeback ala John Travolta in Pulp Fiction. So the thought of "Skating with Celebrities" being his "comeback" makes me very, very sad.

OMG Muppet Love!

Beth Orton's video for "Conceived" is so cute! I like the funny green muppet best.

Link via stereogum.

"We give it up, and then they take it away..."

Two songs I can't get enough of in the past couple of days, & have been listening to somewhat obsessively—through headphones at the office, through my somewhat tinny computer speakers while sitting around at home, through another pair of headphones on my iPod while walking down the street to the grocery store tonight.

Destroyer, "Rubies" (listen) [1]

I've never really heard any Destroyer before, & really my only context was from a quote from PopMatters' review of last year's Tenement Halls album, which I remembered because I thought it was really funny [2]:

And even if I was a huge Rock*A*Teens fan from back in the day, how many Tenement Halls records would me and my seven fellow fan club members realistically buy? ... So even if Dan Bejar of Destroyer thinks Rock*A*Teens were the bloody Herman's Hermits of North Carolina, that won't do much for someone who's listening to Knitting Needles & Bicycle Bells right now.

But so the first time I heard "Rubies"—which song is, btw, 9 and 1/2 minutes long—I was kind of non-committal about it, because it just felt too long & meandering. But then I found myself thinking about it, not in the way that a really catchy track gets stuck in your head, but in this somewhat nagging way that made me want to hear it again.

& so I listened to it again, and now I actually really love it. Bowie-esque intro + incessantly recurring guitar part == very, very fine by me. And then there's my favorite part, at about the four-minute mark, that "... your blues" that almost sounds like it's sighed, rather than sung.

Girls Aloud, "Biology" (listen)

Oddly enough this is another song that I didn't really love at first. Which is, frankly, incredibly odd, because it's one of the most immediately appealing pop singles of 2005 [3] (I was much more into "Models" last year, is my excuse). But "Biology" also almost suffers from multiple personality disorder, & that may be what put me off at first, but is now just why I love it so:

It starts as some sort of bluesy stomp, heavy piano, &c.—and at about a minute in, it turns into this amazing dance pop, all shuffling drums & keyboards, leading up into the shimmering chorus. In fact, I don't know why I'm even bothering to describe it, as this review in Stylus does a much better job:

Beginning like Meg trying to convince Jack White to go to a lap-dance bar with her, it then crashes head-on into light-as-air Europop, the song is about menstruation or pheromones or something, and OH MY GOD THAT CHORUS is exactly how I imagine ascending into Heaven to feel like, floating yet forceful, it nearly snaps your neck with its little finger.

And yes, that's basically it. It's incredible.

[1] Note that the two "listen" links in this post link to The Hype Machine, which is just an awesome resource for finding streamable music along with song reviews on music blogs.

[2] The context for this particular quote being that Dan Bejar (who, as I understand it, basically is Destroyer) wrote the promotional copy for Tenement Halls that appears on the Merge Records site.

[3] And, as luck would have it, it appears on an album that's seen only UK & European release as of yet (Chemistry). I find it absolutely fucking maddening that albums by some of the best current UK pop artists—Sugababes, Rachel Stevens, Girls Aloud, &c.—don't generally get US release.

"Hey Annie, hey Annie, hey Will..."

Annie and Hey Willpower, together at last! This makes me so happy.

(Also streamable.)

"Ladies, let me tell you about myself..."

I was looking at my last.fm weekly charts today [1], and it struck me that one of the things I love most about last.fm is that, by recording what I'm listening to, it's essentially a recorder of my moods. Like a lot of people (I assume?), I tend to listen to music that reinforces my moods, so my list of recently played tracks on last.fm tends to be very indicative of how I'm feeling. [2]

& so I'm reminded of this quote from High Fidelity:

I like being able to see how I got from Deep Purple to Howlin' Wolf in twenty-five moves ... If I want to play, say, Blue by Joni Mitchell [3], I have to remember that I bought it for someone in the autumn of 1983, and thought better of giving it to her, for reasons I don't really want to go into. Well, you don't know any of that, so you're knackered, really, aren't you? You'd have to ask me to dig it out for you, and for some reason I find this enormously comforting.

From Nick Hornby's High Fidelity, p. 55.

And, yes, so: I could tell you how I got from ABBA: Gold & Pet Sounds—two of the saddest pop albums ever—to the bitter & confessional nastiness of The Afghan Whigs' Gentlemen, to the Dusty-esque resignedness of Cat Power's The Greatest. In four days!

But I don't really need to, because my last.fm profile says it all.

[1] As I am wont to do, periodically.

[2] And of course, it strikes me that my blog can do much the same thing, on a less granular scale—which is, of course, one of the things I love most about it. To whit: this post and this post, both from this week.

[3] Though, I have to say, I prefer the example in the movie, which was Fleetwood Mac's "Landslide."

Nick Hornby does seem to have some sort of weird Joni Mitchell thing, doesn't he? (c.f. also About a Boy, which has loads of Joni Mitchell references.)