nostalgia for the present
Normal people have nostalgia for the past. Not me. These are weblog times we're living in. I have nostalgia for the present.

What I'm listening to:
-The Magnolia Soundtrack (I am irked that Phil Collins won the Oscar for best song over Aimee Mann's haunting, gorgeous "Save Me." Are those Academy judges deaf?)
-Ray's promotional copy of Tsar's first CD which will be released later this spring.
-Moonshine Records' soundtrack to Better Living Through Circuitry

What I'm reading:
-Sartre's play "No Exit." (read it in college, but I'm re-reading it and finding it to be so ultra-sharp.)

What I recently finished reading:
-Scars of Sweet Paradise: The Life and Times of Janis Joplin. I was never a huge fan of Janis Joplin, but this book is an engrossing biography of an incredibly talented, driven, tortured, lonely woman. She really paved the way for strong dangerous women in rock. Author Alice Echols (who's a professor at Oxy and a writer for The Nation) also presents some of the most detailed and well-researched info on the '60s scene in Haight Ashbury that I've ever read.
-Jane Austin's Pride and Prejudice. It's the third time I've read this one, and I love it just as much every time. See, maybe I'm not such an ultra-modern gurl after all.

Past journal entries:
October 20, 1999
September 2, 1999 (at Burning Man)
September 1, 1999 (at Burning Man)
August 28-31, 1999 (preparing for Burning Man)
August 16, 1999
July 25, 1999
July 5, 1999
June 14, 1999


    3/29/2000 10:39:46 PM: I almost forgot to tell you about this really weird book that Camille and Tim were talking about the other day at work. It's called The Queen of Whale Cay, and you had better click on the link and read the description, because I cannot possibly describe it. I'll give you the first sentence of their description to titilate you in case you're feeling too lazy to click: "British eccentric Marion "Joe" Carstairs (1900-1993) was a world-class speedboat racer, heiress to the Standard Oil fortune, ruler of her own Caribbean Island ... and a cross-dressing lesbian." And be sure to take a look at the cover up close. Bizarre, no? Did you notice the little doll on her shoulder? Why that's her inseperable companion -- Lord Tod Wadley. I'm not kidding. Of course, I think she sounds like a really interesting woman. She had an affair with Marlene Dietrich, after all. I added the book to my Amazon.com wish list, in case anyone out there is feeling benevolent... Wow, I learn so many unexpected things at my office... For instance, did you know that Muffit the Daggit from Battlestar Gallactica was played by a chimp named Evie? See today's entry in my journal for more details.

    3/27/2000 07:24:03 PM: On Friday Allyson sent me Project Zapster, the Sucksters' silly scheme for ending Napster's reign. (Speaking of Napster, did you hear about Wrapster?) Then today she sent me Carl Steadman's latest -- Let's Do Launch, which is hysterical and 100% accurate. If you read that and Can We Go Live With This?, you'll know everything you need to know about a day-job in Web Production. But don't tell my company that you heard about that here. I don't wanna end up like these peeps.

    2/24/2000 11:29:23 AM: This blog thang is getting addictive. I started a new one called Instant Messages and invited Lee to post to it.

    2/24/2000 11:26:08 AM: Yesterday Salon ran an article called "Alpha Male Epilson" which I promptly sent to Lee (who I sometimes forget was actually in a fraternity). The article made some strong points about why frat boys can become endearing, even to people who would naturally despise them. I am finding myself enamoured with a frat boy despite the extreme disdain I've nurtured for years. After all, I chose my college based partly on the fact that it didn't have and had never had fraternities or sororities. I loved the idea of individualism too much, and then I found myself at a school where so many people isolated themselves in their single dormrooms away from everyone else. A school with a large percentage of anti-social extremists -- however intelligent and interesting they were. Anyway, four years after leaving a place championing individualism, I find myself dating a frat boy. And the last two paragraphs of the Salon article do a bit to possibly explain why:
    In 1995, Mark Adams wrote in GQ that being a frat boy involves more than the look, but learning a fundamental "tolerance and commitment" toward other people and applying that. "That's why fraternity men make such good brokers and congressmen," he wrote, "they already know that in the real world one has to cut deals with cretins and idiots, and that you can't run away from everyone whose interests and foibles don't jibe with your own," he wrote.

    In other words, they possess the great gift of balancing conformist, self-centered and often thuggish behavior with their warm personalities, arresting good looks and endearing masculinity -- coming across as honorable, American and even downright charming. And that may just explain their broad appeal, because who doesn't secretly wish they could do the same?

    I sent the article to Lee, and he replied, "Who would have known I would be so en vogue?" He's a trendy accessory item.

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