angels

love to draw trees, hate to draw leaves

forget about your house of cards

A few more, while she has a free moment...

house of cards [live 06/04/06]: radiohead
4 minute warning [live 06/04/06]: radiohead
nude [live 06/04/06]: radiohead

used to be alright...what happened?

Even though these have been posted elsewhere for download, she feels compelled to post them again. She has listened to these songs over and over and over again, never growing tired of them, ready to hear them live and in person. She bought Radiohead tickets off of a certain popular auction site after unsuccessfully trying to buy them the second they went on sale. The fact that she had to buy them at three times the face value from someone on the other side of the country made her furious, but she bought them just the same, because she cannot miss her favorite band. She has been to at least one of their shows every time they have been on the West Coast.

The songs that Thom & Co. have been debuting at concerts so far have been outstanding; she thinks these songs may be some of the finest material they've come up with since OK Computer. Don't get her wrong; she isn't one of those people who bash Kid A and Amnesiac just because they're complicated and wildly different from everything else put out these days. She loves both albums for their differentness and she thoroughly enjoyed listening repeatedly to both albums before the love developed. Hail to the Thief was also a great album, but it wasn't her favorite. These songs they've been playing live are phenomenal, and Thom, for one, seems happy and full of his frenetic energy that she loves.

Songs were performed live in Boston on June 4, 2006. All are highly recommended. Right click and save. Enjoy.

15 step [live]: radiohead (new song)
videotape [live]: radiohead (new song)
kid a [live]: radiohead

how to kill a half-hour a day

throw your arms together

She sat in the back of the room, watching the war of polite words and chewed tongues in silence. She does not have much of a poker face, but she fought to keep it straight during this meeting between her bosses and those that hold the purse strings. She observed some alliances between individuals that she did not previously realize, and thought about loyalty, respect, and the fact that she and a recruiter from another company had just had a 45 minute telephone interview that went very well indeed (however she struggled a bit with the questions about compensation, as she always does).

Across the aisle from her in the large meeting room with stadium-type setup sat two managers. The woman sat in the seat directly behind the man, arriving late, and the two barely looked at each other but the man did give a small wave over his shoulder. The woman began to fiddle with her day planner and pulled out a paper. She used the paper to tap lightly on the side of the man, who took it and read it, then passed it back to her along with a picture he took from his planner. She retrieved the paper and returned the picture. All the while, they did not speak nor touch nor pay much attention to what was being said in the meeting. She knows that both managers are married, though not to each other, and are living together. This isn't widely known. However, anyone who saw them together would guess. She smiled at them behind her hand.

The meeting turned uglier and she and the managers were asked to leave so it could get worse in private. She watched the two walk out together, careful not to touch, not to give anything away.

ma solituda: the catherine wheel

the subway she is a porno

She believes that cars, like the saying is with dogs, age seven years for every one human year. So every morning, when she rolls her elderly car out of the driveway, it groans and creaks and is stiff when she tries to shift. She eases it out of the garage and onto the street, but after that she will gun the engine and swerve between even more elderly vehicles and their brain-dead drivers. She does not consider the "speed limit" any kind of limit, only a suggestion for what one's minimum speed should be. This is usually because she is almost always running a few minutes late in the morning and needs to hurry up and drop off the child and get to work before she really is late. Is it any surprise that she lives in a metropolitan area where cars outnumber people?

That said, she wishes there was some way she could take the subway to work. The subway pictures she has seen other bloggers take show all faces and facets of humanity, and gives a glimpse into the lives of strangers. The conversations recorded on overheard further inflame her desire to ride a train to work, to be given the opportunity to eavesdrop on other's lives and wishes and hopes and dreams. Possibly this is some sick indication of her loneliness, her feeling of isolation in a room full of people. Perhaps. But it is a desire to get on a vehicle and not have to control it, to have a moment to herself without having to do anything. She fantasizes about riding the subway, coming to the stop where the child would get off to go to school, kissing him goodbye and sending him out the door. Then she would put on her headphones and relax, lean her head against the window and watch the world go by. Or she would listen idlily to others' cell-phone or early morning conversations. On the way home from work she would have some time to chill out and debrief herself from the stress of work, instead of fighting traffic and not having any alone time. She could people watch or just enjoy the scenery. Wouldn't it be loverly?

nyc: interpol

i'm a bad decision maker

It has been some time since she felt like putting words here in this blog. She comes here often, opens up a blank post, and sits with nothing to say (much like she's doing now). She leads a relatively uneventful and unimportant life that doesn't need reporting and few would want to read. She wakes, goes to work. She works, comes home, makes dinner, does chores, goes to bed. Then it begins anew. The things that make her laugh with her friends at work are either too hard to explain without a huge backstory (you had to be there) or are easily forgotten when she sits at the computer late at night, half drunk from several vodka shots, after the husband has passed out, drooling on his shirt and on the arm of the couch. She is rarely anything but tired and resigned these days, except when listening to music.

Enjoy.

long distance four: the constantines
karma in the life: go home productions (radiohead/beatles mashup)
test transmission: kasabian
high heels: the catherine wheel
needle in the hay: elliott smith