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vovatThis post is mostly going to be a rundown of recent events in my typically uneventful life.
First of all, I suppose I should mention the dreams I had on two consecutive nights (I think it was Wednesday and Thursday) that involved amusement parks. They tend to show up a lot in my dreams, and usually there's something weird about the rides, like a roller coaster track that's broken. It never really seems to be dangerous, though, as it pretty much always rights itself after the problematic part. I also recall a dream from my childhood in which I associated an amusement park with Heaven. I think the park from my Wednesday night dream was the one that included Yoop Castle from The Tin Woodman of Oz, as well as attractions related to countries all over the world. I remember being guided on a secret path to the Africa area, except I think there might have been something there about Mexico, which makes me wonder about the geography ability of my subconscious. There was also some sort of mystery involving Mrs. Yoop, but I don't remember the details, or if there even WERE any details. Anyway, after this amusement park part of the dream, I had to give a presentation at school on my invention, some sort of mechanical dog that resembled a golem. I remember the class liked my invention, but criticized my appearance, which made me rather indignant.
The other dream took place in something that was sort of like a terminal and sort of like a boardwalk, with water slides along it. The oddest thing about it, however, is that I was with a group that apparently just transported into this area through some kind of portal, and within the dream I didn't find this strange at all. I was just annoyed by where the portal let us out. I don't think we were supposed to be riding the water slides, but we did anyway. Finally, we returned to where we came from, and I was riding a cart down a long hallway with some girl, while people were cleaning the carpets. I made some nonsensical remark comparing the cleaning to the water slides, which was presumably supposed to be a joke, and the girl just frowned at me. What followed was an exchange sort of like this (I jotted it down soon after waking up, but I'm sure it's not exact):
"Why does everybody find me annoying?"
"Because, let's face it, you kind of are."
"Does that mean I'll never find love?"
"Are you married?"
"Yes."
"What did you DO to the poor girl?"
That sounds about right. Anyway, moving into reality, my poor girl![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bethje and I drove up to New York on Saturday to see Rasputina at Le Poisson Rouge. It was a good show, although it was disappointingly standing room only. The first few Rasputina shows we attended had seats, and I'm getting to the point where standing for a concert does a real number on my feet. We were pretty close to the stage, though, and we unexpectedly ran into Jordan. As for the show itself, there were several songs from their new album that I still haven't heard all the way through, but a fair number of older ones as well. "Thimble Island," "Rats," "1816, the Year Without a Summer," "Bring Back the Egg Unbroken," "Possum of the Grotto," "Rose K.", "Diamond Mind," "Saline the Salt Lake Queen," "Rusty the Skatemaker," and "The New Zero" were all part of the mix. Melora Creager also had introductions for most of the songs, although most of them weren't QUITE as absurd as some that she did in the past. She talked about the time when Rasputina opened for Porno for Pyros in the nineties, and they weren't allowed into the after party. Also, she mentioned how home birth was popular in the area where she lives, so she claimed to have had a home Caesarean. Melora has the talent to say both sincere and totally absurd things in the same basic tone of voice while keeping a straight face. Sort of like John Hodgman, albeit more theatrical. Hey, maybe Melora should be the new female correspondent on the Daily Show! {g}
After the show, we spent the night intherealtavie's bed (she slept on the couch). Tavie apparently didn't mind, but her cat Spike totally did.
Seriously, he rubbed against Beth, but when she tried to pet him he bit her and started hissing at us. I haven't known too many other cats who were that territorial. The next day was Tavie and her sister Kirsten's birthday (they're twins, even though they don't really look it, so it goes without saying that they share a birthday), and we had plans, but they didn't quite work out.
We were originally going to eat brunch at this one place, but since we arrived late they gave our table away, so instead we ate at a place with an English pub theme. It was pretty quiet there until a big crowd came in to watch the World Cup. After that, we went to a karaoke bar, but they wouldn't let Tavie's boyfriend in because he's only twenty. So we found a nearby karaoke place that, oddly enough, doesn't have a liquor license. They're apparently trying to get one, but haven't yet. It was a nicer place anyway, though, so that wasn't a problem for me, anyway. I ended up singing "Senses Working Overtime," "Monkey Gone to Heaven," and "Road to Nowhere." Beth and I collaborated on the Monkees' "Words" (although I really screwed up my part) and the Spice Girls' "Say You'll Be There" (probably the most fun to sing out of that bunch). I pretty much always start at the wrong time when I'm doing karaoke, and I probably sound terrible, but I don't have any recent recordings of myself trying. Beth and Tavie sang "Master of the House" from Les Miserables, and I took a picture of them.
If you want to see more pictures, there's a set from this past weekend up here. And if you DON'T want to see any more pictures, well, you don't have to do anything! Isn't that convenient?
First of all, I suppose I should mention the dreams I had on two consecutive nights (I think it was Wednesday and Thursday) that involved amusement parks. They tend to show up a lot in my dreams, and usually there's something weird about the rides, like a roller coaster track that's broken. It never really seems to be dangerous, though, as it pretty much always rights itself after the problematic part. I also recall a dream from my childhood in which I associated an amusement park with Heaven. I think the park from my Wednesday night dream was the one that included Yoop Castle from The Tin Woodman of Oz, as well as attractions related to countries all over the world. I remember being guided on a secret path to the Africa area, except I think there might have been something there about Mexico, which makes me wonder about the geography ability of my subconscious. There was also some sort of mystery involving Mrs. Yoop, but I don't remember the details, or if there even WERE any details. Anyway, after this amusement park part of the dream, I had to give a presentation at school on my invention, some sort of mechanical dog that resembled a golem. I remember the class liked my invention, but criticized my appearance, which made me rather indignant.
The other dream took place in something that was sort of like a terminal and sort of like a boardwalk, with water slides along it. The oddest thing about it, however, is that I was with a group that apparently just transported into this area through some kind of portal, and within the dream I didn't find this strange at all. I was just annoyed by where the portal let us out. I don't think we were supposed to be riding the water slides, but we did anyway. Finally, we returned to where we came from, and I was riding a cart down a long hallway with some girl, while people were cleaning the carpets. I made some nonsensical remark comparing the cleaning to the water slides, which was presumably supposed to be a joke, and the girl just frowned at me. What followed was an exchange sort of like this (I jotted it down soon after waking up, but I'm sure it's not exact):
"Why does everybody find me annoying?"
"Because, let's face it, you kind of are."
"Does that mean I'll never find love?"
"Are you married?"
"Yes."
"What did you DO to the poor girl?"
That sounds about right. Anyway, moving into reality, my poor girl
bethje and I drove up to New York on Saturday to see Rasputina at Le Poisson Rouge. It was a good show, although it was disappointingly standing room only. The first few Rasputina shows we attended had seats, and I'm getting to the point where standing for a concert does a real number on my feet. We were pretty close to the stage, though, and we unexpectedly ran into Jordan. As for the show itself, there were several songs from their new album that I still haven't heard all the way through, but a fair number of older ones as well. "Thimble Island," "Rats," "1816, the Year Without a Summer," "Bring Back the Egg Unbroken," "Possum of the Grotto," "Rose K.", "Diamond Mind," "Saline the Salt Lake Queen," "Rusty the Skatemaker," and "The New Zero" were all part of the mix. Melora Creager also had introductions for most of the songs, although most of them weren't QUITE as absurd as some that she did in the past. She talked about the time when Rasputina opened for Porno for Pyros in the nineties, and they weren't allowed into the after party. Also, she mentioned how home birth was popular in the area where she lives, so she claimed to have had a home Caesarean. Melora has the talent to say both sincere and totally absurd things in the same basic tone of voice while keeping a straight face. Sort of like John Hodgman, albeit more theatrical. Hey, maybe Melora should be the new female correspondent on the Daily Show! {g}After the show, we spent the night in
therealtavie's bed (she slept on the couch). Tavie apparently didn't mind, but her cat Spike totally did.Seriously, he rubbed against Beth, but when she tried to pet him he bit her and started hissing at us. I haven't known too many other cats who were that territorial. The next day was Tavie and her sister Kirsten's birthday (they're twins, even though they don't really look it, so it goes without saying that they share a birthday), and we had plans, but they didn't quite work out.
We were originally going to eat brunch at this one place, but since we arrived late they gave our table away, so instead we ate at a place with an English pub theme. It was pretty quiet there until a big crowd came in to watch the World Cup. After that, we went to a karaoke bar, but they wouldn't let Tavie's boyfriend in because he's only twenty. So we found a nearby karaoke place that, oddly enough, doesn't have a liquor license. They're apparently trying to get one, but haven't yet. It was a nicer place anyway, though, so that wasn't a problem for me, anyway. I ended up singing "Senses Working Overtime," "Monkey Gone to Heaven," and "Road to Nowhere." Beth and I collaborated on the Monkees' "Words" (although I really screwed up my part) and the Spice Girls' "Say You'll Be There" (probably the most fun to sing out of that bunch). I pretty much always start at the wrong time when I'm doing karaoke, and I probably sound terrible, but I don't have any recent recordings of myself trying. Beth and Tavie sang "Master of the House" from Les Miserables, and I took a picture of them.
If you want to see more pictures, there's a set from this past weekend up here. And if you DON'T want to see any more pictures, well, you don't have to do anything! Isn't that convenient?
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Date: 2010-07-12 10:30 pm (UTC)Amusement parks recurrently show up in my dreams a lot too, but I don't feel like interpreting that right now.
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Date: 2010-07-13 04:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-14 08:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-15 10:11 am (UTC)The place is your head. You've been there. :)