les rêveries merveilleuses de la pomme

door to door jesus

There are some things in this world that I just honestly am baffled about. It all started the other day, on my day off mind you, the doorbell rings. There is a woman at the door holding a bible and various stacks of leaflets. "Oh shit," I think. "The Jehovas Witnesses are back."

I don't know how many times these people have come to my house trying to convert me. I mean, I appreciate their dedication and all, but enough is enough already. And they're kind of creepy.

Anyway, this woman (who has this preconcieved idea that I'm a Christian and therefore would appreciate what she has to say) starts going on and on on my doorstep about how the prophecies are being fulfilled and that the bible is the end all and evolution is setting us back and all that political nonsense. And then she whips out the bible in a flash (bookmarked of course) and says, "Would you mind if I shared with you the lord's word?"

I stand there. I just look at her like she's insane. I have just put Shortbus on pause to listen to this? So, I drop the big truthful bomb.

I say, "I'm agnostic." (which is the truth)

That did it alright. The woman gives me this terrified look. "YOU DONT BELIEVE IN....GOD?????"

"no...."

"THAT'S TERRIBLE! Don't you know that the prophecies are coming true?! The prophecies!!!! This is terrible...How could you?"

"Logic?"

The woman shoves some pamphlets into my hands and starts to walk away before saying..."I'm coming back when there are good Christians to listen to me."

Yeah, good luck lady. I'm buying a sturdier deadbolt.

I mean, I appreciate people's religious preferences, but is it right to persecute me for being an agnostic just because I don't believe in your diety? I don't go out door to door yelling at people because they believe in a certain religion. I don't care! I have no religion, therefore, I have no need to really bother.

I mean, this country is based on religious freedom. Yet, we have all these huge political battles that involve Christianity against everyone else's personal views. Like for instance, abortion, sex after marraige, stem cell research, evolution? The whole bloody country isn't Christian. Don't the rest of us get an opinion? I feel like a minority or something.

All in all, I respect people trying to theoretically "save my soul", but...well, please don't. It makes me uncomfortable to have to listen to all that weird stuff. Plus I've probably damned myself anyway.

pretty boy of the week

David Cassidy (in his Partridge Family days) !!!

Is it me or has buying the Partridge Family Season One completely altered my brain frequency?

online shopping addict

Assuming the fact that I live in a city where there is no decent shopping, I have come (a long time ago, mind you) to the realization that online shopping...is wonderful.

Especially when Urban Outfitters is having a sale and their usual $178 shoes are only about $20. I absolutely love Urban Outfitters. And yeah, you can go on and on how its just for stupid people who want to spend ridiculous amounts of money for clothes that make you look like you bought them at a thrift store for twenty five cents. But, its hard to find stores where you can buy some seriously retro looking stuff...in your size! Ah!

And so now I've also come to realize all the connections of Charlotte Gainsbourg. Yes, Serge Gainsbourg's daughter. Yay! Her music is so beautiful. I discovered that tonight after I needed a break from Hadouken! and Dan le Sac...all those crazy guys jamming out in amusing accents to overly psychotic dance music. Anyway, back to Charlotte. After listening to just one of her songs I was convinced that I needed to order her album. She has that fascinating jazzy voice that makes you want to put on a sweater and make tea. And she was on the movie The Science of Sleep. That I cannot even get into at the moment because I still have yet to realize whether it was actually good or not. We will definitely come back to that on a later date.

So, two and a half more weeks until I depart for my glorious ROADTRIP! I'm heading out to my homeland of California, going to visit all of my best friends there and adopted/real family. And while I was sitting here tonight, it completely hit me. ITS WARM IN CALIFORNIA NOW!!! And here I am in Montana shivering to death in layers of sweaters. Hence my online shopping tonight.

And yes, the hangover is gone.

Ian Curtis vs. Trent Reznor

I'm back from the blogging version of Hades due to some minor technical issues. But the important thing is that I'm back and willing to make an effort to be somewhat intelligent rather than a moping ranter.

As all good it-girls, I'm taking the initiative to rant on what I think is great this week and why. Well, because I the only other topic that I found interesting to blog about was the opression of Neo McCarthyism and Karl Marx. Well, let's just say it's been a long week.

So.

First of all, thanks to the gospel of MOJO magazine my playlists have shifted into the dark of Joy Division and his cult following. The man of my week in  music: IAN CURTIS.

I bought Joy Division's album PERMANANT, and wow, is it wonderful. Its saturated with wonderful sound. The thing that really turns people away from Joy Division is Ian Curtis's voice, which is absolutely awkward and highly creepy, as David pointed out to me last night when he tried to compare their song Dead Souls to the cover done by Nine Inch Nails. He played Joy Division's first then turned on the NIN cover, and I found that there was something missing from the NIN version. It was so...dry. It didn't have the passion and angst carried by Joy Division, it was just another chart topper whatnot. All in all, Trent Reznor can never, ever compete with Ian Curtis.

I can never change my mind about Joy Division.

And speaking of magical music...Jarvis Cocker finally came out with a solo album, although, I hate how the US gets delayed releases. It seemed like I had to wait forever! Anyway, my point is that I listened to the album, and it sounds just like I had hoped it would. My favourite song was Black Magic, it had the tune for Crimson and Clover (one of my all time favourite songs) and I just about pleasurgasmed...

Oh, and now that I've got you thinking: "Who the hell is Ian Curtis?" or "Goddamit NIN is the shit, how dare you...you Indie slut!" or "Disregarding Trent Reznor is subversive behavior and therefore you must die..." ....well then...go watch the film 24 Hour Party People (one of my favourites as well) and you'll get why I'm so hyped up about this. And despite what David may say, Jarvis Cocker makes lovely music.

Friday Blizzard

It never snows here in my desolate little town.

...until I finally get one bloody day off of work.

It always rains on my days off from work, which very few I get. This confuses me. There are so many sunny warm days lately here, so how are the odds that I never get one of them? I'm losing some kind of Karmic lottery. I have never seen it snow so much here in Montana in my meager year of residency. So, seeing David today is completely out of the question, as well as making it over to the university's computer labs so I can finish a multitude of homework.

Which brings me to my next topic. My morning class number six. Geography.

I don't think I've written any horror stories about my latest class so...Block six class started last week and the facist leaders of the administration office decided to randomly stick me in an open general ed class. No big deal, or so you'd think. Of all the classes I've detested this year, I think this one broke the record. The think about the block system this university has going is that you take one class at a time, for three hours a day, for three and a half weeks. Sounds absolutely easy. But there are more conflicts than meets the eye. First off, every three weeks you are thrust into new social groups, its too much like Survivor. So, every three weeks you have to make new friends and then lose them. Its terrible. Sometimes you don't even know what outrageous assortment of people you will be with. Its very impersonal. I like to ascociate and get along with my classmates, not hide mercilessly from them. I believe that last block was the only block where I was not violently shunned. I miss that class.

But back to the point...So, last week I walk into the room to discover possibly the most random group yet. Two of the students are possibly stalking me. (Which I'll get to later)...

So, the entire class work is posted onto an online system that we access through registration bullshit, with passwords and whatnot. I don't see the point in needing a password and login to get my homework. As if I care if somebody else reads/steals it? Well, the registrars refuse to give me a sign on/password. Ridiculous right? I still haven't figured this out. Well, story is, now I've missed two weeks of stuff and the professor is sending me pissed off emails. Even though this is ENTIRELY NOT MY FAULT THAT THE EDUCATION SYSYTEM IS FUCKED. It is. I stand by that. I want to rally and protest. But we shall get to that another time. Another thing I would like to address is stalkers. My school, I've noticed, has a large number of older students. The name italicized because it is my own personal community slang term. So, older students...I classify them as 30+ that go to class and continue to hit on the poor 19 year olds. Like me. It has come to the point where I am afraid to come to class. The point where they come to my job and seek me out or follow me down the street or to my radio show. ITS SICKENING I TELL YOU. Time to pull out the trusty restraining order? I mean, how am I supposed to get any school work done when there are gross older men lurking behind you in class sending you love notes.

The cure? Be a feminist bitch. Carry pepper spray. Learn the "slap, grab & pull", and treat them like dirt. They go away soon enough. Make sure to block all Myspace contact, etc. They like to prey there too.

Then the question really boils down to...why me? Well, easy explanation:

I go EVERYWHERE alone, often fairly late at night. My daytime hours follow the same routine, unless I have a day off from work. I have multiple work/school friends on Myspace who have left work/class related comments from which one could travel to their profile and see where it is I work. I also have a livejournal that would be easy to find using Google and a few key words. I am also ridiculously approachable, because I never have anyone with me, often haunt desolate places, and am generally awkward, if not completely unnoticeable. Must be the small, real tits.

Yeah...anyway...

I should post up some pictures I've taken lately, not that I've had the chance...

So, we're boring and pictureless today unless I find something online that strikes my fancy...

I'm going to get morbid and do some writing on the story.

February's Pretty Indie Boy of the Month

You guessed it, its Norweigien (not Canadian)

SONDRE LERCHE!

Go listen to his music.

patagonia sale survivor

Day 46 of Frozen Tundra Official Year Two.

The Patagonia Sale.

If there is anything more scary than a chimpanzee family loose from the zoo, its a Patagonia seasonal sale. I managed to escape with all of my arms and fingers intact. Actually, it wasn't as bad as the last one I went to. I love that store, secretly, I mean, if any of my friends found out I would be cast out immediately, its like a great sin or something. But, its my guilty granola crunching guilty pleasure. Wearing Patagonia clothes immediately puts you into some weird Montana sub-culture, along with the organic vegetarian psychopaths...hmm...that sounds familiar...?

Anyway, I bought about $70 of stuff, which meant me dragging to the car a huge Patagonia "shopping bag" which actually looks more like some sort of leaf storage bag, but you can imagine my struggle, I'm sure. Okay, I'm not all that crazy, not all of the stuff was for me...I bought some of my friends back home some hemp pants, all that good stuff. Neccessary for "rugged" living as they say...as I sit in the technical lab at the university in my super warm and fuzzy Patagonia hoodie...I'm beginning to think I'm a shopoholic?

So, my Sondre Lerche album finally came in, and what a relief that is. The guy at the record store handed me my order and was like, "ooh he's really cute isn't he?", see, I'm not the only one who thinks so! But his music is good and he's Norweigien...which makes all the more difference if you're and indie artist, it seriously does. And as the more shopoholic I become, I ordered the Incredible String Band collection and some Fairport Convention albums. Very exciting. I'm sure.

So, my radio show is starting up again tonight, those of you in Dillon, the station is 90.9. @ 10pm. I'm going to play some Sondre Lerche, Figurine, Janis Joplin...and there's going to be a nutty folk artist in there around 10:30pm.  I'll also be on at 9pm tommorow night. Well, time to get back to my presentation I'm supposed to be working on...

Have a good night everyone, stay away from Patagonia...and listen to my radio show!!!

spontaneous salute to andy warhol

Day 45 of my captivity in the rural frozen Montana tundra.

Please. Help.

I think that the amount of things that I wish to eventually accomplish in the next three years combined with my "prison term" here in Dillon, are crushing me like the boulders on an accused witch. Its been months since I've even left the state border, and I'm completely ready to get on one big plane and GO SOMEWHERE. Maybe not even come back. I'm pretty good about things like that.

Anyway, some certain atrocities have been weighting me down a bit. One's that I fear discussing on this blog because so many people have access to it, and well, we don't need any trouble now do we? Alright, so, I've been in a very inspired mood lately. The kind where I spend all my free time locked up in a room with the computer, sixties/seventies music collection, microsoft word, guitar, and arizona ice tea in copious amounts.

So, I only have one, well, semi completed chapters for my "story" as i've been calling it. If it were up to me i would type it in all lower case letter with no indentations, but you know how picky people get these days...not very understanding to people with weird learning disorders who can't exactly comprehend capital letters and indentations, i seriously can't! Just look at my blog, i miss so many capital letters and there are no indents, i hate indents!

Alright, so. My radio show. It's taking a new turn. It's going to get better. I promise. I'm going to get the ULTIMATE MOJO COLLECTION, live local artists, discussions, better music collection...etc, etc. Honestly, my last attempts have been somewhat futile, I think I have like two listeners, seriously...David and Marshall.

It would be nice to gather some inspiration from KEXP! They are possibly my God.

kexp.org

Seriously. Well, I'm tired, this probably isn't making one bit of sense, and I really need to get some much needed time with el story and MY BED!

Goodnight Readers....

the dreaded nonfiction piece

Yes, time and time again I will announce my hatred for nonfiction. Not nonfiction in general, please don't get me wrong, I've read some pretty amazing nonfiction in my time. The fact of the matter is my own nonfiction. Somehow Henry David Thoureau has entered my brain and turned a simplistic story into some monster rant on the destruction of nature for profit. I am scared. Yet, somewhere Walden pond is having a damned good laugh. Wish me luck, the 5,000 word piece is due tommorow. I haven't even hit 1,000 words. INSPIRATION PLEASE!

I'll console myself with Joshua Radin and copious amounts of French chocolate.