my map!

this is the map i made for the olympia film festival. it took a lot longer than it looks.

wikepedia

Bragg's demo tape initially got no response from the record industry, but by pretending to be a television repair man, he got into the office of Charisma Records' A&R man Peter Jenner.[8] Jenner liked the tape, but the company was near bankruptcy and had no budget to sign new artists. Bragg got an offer to record more demos for a music publisher, so Jenner agreed to release them as a record. Life's a Riot with Spy Vs. Spy was released in July, 1983 by Charisma's new imprint, Utility. Hearing DJ John Peel mention on-air that he was hungry, Bragg rushed to the BBC with a mushroom biryani, so Peel played a song from Life's a Riot with Spy Vs. Spy although at the wrong speed (since the 12" LP was, unconventionally, cut to play at 45rpm).[8] Peel insisted he would have played the song even without the biryani, and later played it at the correct speed.

my latest wikepedia searches: "major tom" and "stress management".
i'm making a top secret mix to get me out of this rut. secret ingredient-- lots of nick lowe, absolutely no fucking metal, i'm so sick of fucking metal. even black sabbath.

Get your own knuckles at the knuckle tattoo gun.

all i do is eat food, go running, watch youtube videos and remember the times in my life when i hung out with friends. let's go drink beer in the afternoon and pump the jams get funky.

It's the end of March, a wonderful time in the world. Allergy-free, thank GAWD, I'm able to see the trees through clear little eyes and smell the smells through uncrusted nostrils. Contrary and Stubborn as ever, not to mention hopelessly behind the times, I've decided to settle on some New Years Resolutions. What a miserable time to turn over, in January. Much better to wait until misery can be squashed down for another nine months. SO, this year, I, Hannah Horovitz, r, e, s, o, l, v, e, , , , t , , ,o,,,,,

1. Collect as many items designed or written By Leanne Shapton. This resolution actually, really, sort of doubles as a resolution to do more than just scramble desperately at every book I can get for cheap at the library book sales and be more thoughtful about how pretty everything looks on the shelf, as well as how perfectly intelligent I can make myself appear.



2. Run a lot. More than a mile. check. More than 3 miles. check. More than 5 miles. Check. I will continue to shock and amaze even myself, if not others, with my motivation, stamina and wheedling others to join me on jogs around routes I've mapped out on google.

3. Don't fucking date anyone. In the spirit of youth and lust for life, I will be thoroughly disappointed in myself if I fail to break this resolution, but there's nothing like being able to say "I told you so" to your very own destroyed self that spares those around you from enduring the endless recounting of the ravages of failed romance.

4. Focus more on creating and less on looking at photos on the internet. Ideas: embroidery, songs about how little care I have for Tom Waits and fans of that man, chipper letters to friends and mom, figuring out how I can buy and decorate a nice little house all of my own, managing to get into grad school without any motivation or effort.

5. Just because the cookies I've made are gluten and sugar free does not mean that I'm not going to feel sick when I eat five of them, even if it's just to see if they taste ok.

6. Grow my hair long enough to tie it into a side bun.


7. Have sales of embroidery and patches fund or supplement my internet and real-life record shopping problem.

8. Nix dichotomies and binaries in favor of more nuanced outlooks and perspectives.

9. Work on breaking out of negative cycles and making different mistakes than the ones my parents and theirs before them have made.

10. Go live on that farm with Erika and Jonna in TN and see if I can talk them into learning to rollerblade with me. From there, go on to suggest that we revolutionize the transportation we rely on to include goofy foot powered options.

What I did today: best day ever?

1. Woke up and talked to Brandon on the phone.
2. Thought some intense thoughts and walked downtown. Wrote down intense thoughts.
3. Running Club.
4. Buffet Club.
5. Listening to Another Clean EP that came in the mail today. Drinking a pot of French Press.

last night i dreampt of running and the misfits.I woke up this morning thinking of Ghost Town, a book I began reading because of its endpapers. They're maps.

I hate winter, I hate winter so much. I hate winter more than anything right now. I'm pouring all of my frustration and dissatisfaction into my hatred of winter. I wrote 7 letters the other day and I plan to write more today. I'm going to look at jobs in other cities now.

things that i'm interested in, just in general

1. making mixtapes off youtube: the nerves, the urinals, the verlaines, the saints, jewel....
2. elephant six covering flying nun.

i guess really elf power's nothing's going to happen in it's entirety..
3. The Silver Surfer
4. Embroidery
5. Tweaking out pretty hard on too much coffee
6. My dear diary bedroom.
7. not writing things down
8. thinking about boys, abstractly
9. ignoring a vague sense of impending doom and dissatisfaction, choosing instead to focus on the manic optimism of recent astrological predictions from the stranger's horoscopes.
10. fully lacking any motivation to drag myself out of bed in the morning and do anything other than listen to music on the internet and cruise ebay for nothing special.

and, as a secret aside into my life, i've been having to talk myself down from having a second pot of coffee in the morning.

This just in: from Dinosaurs and Robots, on Bill Cunningham

Someone needs to sit Bill Cunningham down pronto and start prying all his other fashion secrets out of him. That man is a national treasure.

this is the greatest slideshow that has ever existed.

today i realized that it's going to be an awfully long time before i fall in love again. it's 2010 and i live in olympia, wa and nothing now couldn't happen later, except for its happening now. a boy that don't like me made me a mixtape and i just don't get it. i wanna learn to drive through southern california and be a different girl for a while, with wind in her hair and shiny teeth and suntanned legs with freckly knees. happy new year, time to eat nachos.