Posted by: Meg | 11 September 2007

can’t get there from here.

Posted by: Meg | 4 September 2007

how are you, beasly?

so i like tim & dawn better but this is pretty delightful, imho.

i stole this from a fanvid website. i can’t help it – netflix is down and we have only two episodes left in season two.

i’m so glad that someone decided to put tv shows on dvd. i hope that it gets to the point where you get them on dvd instead of actually on television.

Posted by: Meg | 18 August 2007


Is it dirty
does it look dirty
that’s what you think of in the city

does it just seem dirty
that’s what you think of in the city
you don’t refuse to breathe do you

someone comes along with a very bad character
he seems attractive. is he really. yes. very
he’s attractive as his character is bad. is it. yes

that’s what you think of in the city
run your finger along your no-moss mind
that’s not a thought that’s soot

and you take a lot of dirt off someone
is the character less bad. no. it improves constantly
you don’t refuse to breathe do you

—frank o’hara

Posted by: Meg | 7 August 2007

dead, or dying. dead or trying to go.

Posted by: Meg | 5 August 2007

ersatz patty?

i’ll take you over.

Posted by: Meg | 15 May 2007


darling, remember, from when you come to me
that i’m the pretender,
i’m not what I’m supposed to be
but who could know, if i’m a traitor?
time’s the revelator.

they caught the katy, and left me a mule to ride.
the fortune lady came along, she walked beside,
but every word seemed to date her.
time’s the revelator.

up in the morning up and on the ride.
i drive in to Corning and all the spindles whine
and ever day is getting straighter.
times the revelator.

leaving the valley and fucking out of sight
i’ll go back to Cali where i can sleep out every night
and watch the waves and move the fader.
time’s the revelator.

queen of fakes and imitators.
time’s the revelator.

Posted by: Meg | 1 May 2007

i can haz CHEESESTEAK?

the first unitarian church was just namechecked on gilmore girls alongside the 9:30 club.

i miss philly.  so much that i’ve taken to calling it philly.  like my own private pet name.  i miss septa and the tla and the troc and i miss annie’s even though it’s closed and…

it was 95 this weekend.

Posted by: Meg | 1 May 2007

i was faxing shit today

and i hear this sound that sounds like some birds or something… and i knew exactly what it was, because nobody else on the radio can play guitar like that.

fuckin’ icky thump! i didn’t even know it was coming out today! of course i ran home as fast as possible to d/l it from itunes. it’s #5 on most popular songs right now as of about ten minutes ago…! and seven nation army made it back on the chart! although i must say, mr. white fucking whomps it on this song, making army look a bit moot. not that it’s not a good song, but… jesus christ. it’s like he’s been waiting his whole career to show off a bit and finally, FINALLY, we see it.

it absolutely, hands down, made my day.

Posted by: Meg | 10 April 2007

i am trying to believe

i was trying to resist listening to year zero until my preorder came in the mail but i needed something sufficiently loud to drown out my douche-y neighbor so i succumbed to the temptation offered here. “good soldier” is fucking sexy as hell, and did “vessel” really start with “i let you put it in my mouth”? oh my god – 

surprisingly the suggested focus of year zero isn’t sex but politics. a few songs that even a right-winger could love (if he fuzzes over the words, like i did until i pulled up the lyrics) make way for “capital g,” a completely blatant dressing down of the monkey king himself.

i read in rolling stone that some republican politician worked to ban live earth in d.c. because global warming is a partisan issue and the biggest hoax perpetrated on the american people.

most americans believe that elvis still lives. fuck, there’s a lot of people that believe in the batboy.

seriously though, while i believe that live earth is probably about as committed to seeing ecological threats eradicated as peta is to ending animal cruelty, global warming is not a partisan issue, or a hoax. anyone who believes that it is can come to fresno this summer when we get another bank of 110+ degree weather. and suffer outside like the homeless. but that’s another issue, for another day.

what i’m skirting around, i guess, is my own confused feelings on the idea that “art is resistance.” most of me wishes that we didn’t have the right to free speech. free speech is a vent for public discontent, so that it does not ferment into something truly dangerous. all speech can be co-opted, and made innocuous in ways that violent action can not.

have the many, many popular bands that have done concerts and made speeches and videos and exercised their personal rights to free speech made a difference? the monkey king is still in office, still sending how many innocent people to their deaths, while the band of chimps that carry his litter make people believe that global warming is a hoax and you shouldn’t fight the fact that gasoline is $3.50 a gallon and the u.s. should invade iran and you should give your kids up to the army (although lord knows they won’t) and you should give them people magazine to read instead of harry potter.

hidden in the video for survivalism is a reference to revelations 18:3-4

… “for all the nations have drunk of the wine of her impure passion, the kings of the earth committed fornication with her, and the merchants of the earth grew rich from the abundance of her luxury.”  i heard another voice from heaven, saying, “come out of her, my people, that you have no participation in her sins, and that you don’t receive of her plagues.”

my only answer to that is trent’s own words –

oh my god, can it go any faster 
oh my god, i don’t think i can last here 

Posted by: Meg | 8 March 2007

i’m gonna be a librarian.

(if i get into librarian school.)

there’s lots of delightful fervor over a newbery-award winning book called “the higher power of lucky” that says SCROTUM and everyone’s losing their shit.


here’s some yummy links about it, from all the people i agree with (lol)

you say scrotum, i say hoo-hah (susie bright)

scrotum! (jessamyn at

an absence of scrota… your guide to quality literature (neil gaiman)

fuck these fucking fuckers.  guess what.  KIDS KNOW WHAT BALLS ARE.  and they’re fucking DOG’S BALLS.  kids know that as soon as you bring the dog HOME.  (unless you only have girl dogs.)

anyway, back to work.

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