tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54354162011-04-22T00:51:00.707-04:00Linger On...Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.comBlogger1541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1095718951172285242004-09-20T18:20:00.000-04:002004-09-20T18:22:31.173-04:00Update your bookmarks, folks. I have a newish slate with comments here.Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1095570146099814442004-09-19T01:01:00.000-04:002004-09-19T01:02:26.100-04:00This is a post that would make my Gallatin professors proud. As for the rest of you, hope this doesn't suck.
I saw "What the Bleep do We Know?" tonight. Where to start... This film is all over the place-- no chance of winning any awards here (if the merit is based on the quality of filmmaking). Waking Life, the only movie I can think of to compare it to, is far more visually appealing, and, Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1095486428792297072004-09-18T01:46:00.000-04:002004-09-18T01:50:29.686-04:00"Thank you for listening to our goddamn pretentious jazz music"
So said Trevor Dunn this evening. But I digress.
Tonight I saw the Melvins, which is probably the closest I will ever come to attending a "metal" concert. And if not, it is almost definitely the closest I will ever come to enjoying one. I've been calling them "art metal," but who knows if that is accurate. I don't know enough Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1095132289801127382004-09-13T23:19:00.000-04:002004-09-13T23:24:49.803-04:00I enjoy my friends. Here is something I stole from Anthony. Quite Freudian, I think, but entertaining. Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1095095139481463702004-09-13T13:59:00.000-04:002004-09-13T13:05:39.480-04:00This is really quite funny... I had the most postmodern dream this morning. Totally bizarre and somehow making a little bit of sense to me. Imagine an epic of traveling through the west pioneer style while taking dance classes-- well, movement classes-- aimed at rediscovering "authentic" movement. Throw in the threat of human sacrifice, campfire dances, an old ballet teacher of mine who has Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1095021850416029072004-09-12T16:36:00.000-04:002004-09-12T16:44:10.416-04:00First the twins, now a reality show... this school is a circus. Ah well, that's what I signed up for.
Funny thing happened this weekend: I went to the closest variation of a "house party" one is likely to find in this city. Some Walnuts have relocated to BED STUY and are renting an ENTIRE BROWNSTONE. Anyway, it was beyond interesting... all this skinny white artsy kids (many of them had neverAmy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1094781420995171732004-09-09T21:55:00.000-04:002004-09-09T21:57:00.996-04:00Oh yeah, and I was called a blonde today (by someone other than myself). That hasn't happened in... who knows.Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1094775869019710132004-09-09T20:23:00.000-04:002004-09-09T20:24:29.020-04:00...in other news, today was the first day I have parted my hair and worn dangly earrings since May.Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1094597065526938402004-09-07T18:01:00.000-04:002004-09-07T18:44:25.526-04:00Last night before I fell asleep I had this brilliant thought, but it needs more turning over. I was thinking that ok, historically (at least in the West) girls and women have been deterred from embracing sexuality. I mean, yeah, you're supposed to make good for your husband and all that, but you aren't supposed to project a sexual image. Historically.
Now, there are those that argue that its Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1094429842173005442004-09-05T20:16:00.000-04:002004-09-05T20:17:43.493-04:00Wearing a pager makes me feel so mannish.
Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1094335303746386502004-09-04T17:50:00.000-04:002004-09-04T18:01:43.746-04:00Last night was my semi-annual internet search for goings on in the city. Lots of good stuff this fall, including (but not limited to) ABT's program of Kylian and Forsythe peices, Mouse on Mars, Deerhoof, The Cramps, John Jasperse... all enticing. Plus, later in the year, the drag ballet company is performing, and at the end of the spring: Eifmann Ballet (that I have narrowly missed for several Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1094106648423768122004-09-02T02:22:00.000-04:002004-09-02T02:30:48.423-04:00In retrospect, I don't really have much to say about my trek to New Hampshire a couple weeks ago. It was wonderful to run up to Snowbound again, where my last measurement against our family wall put me at about 4 inches shorter than I currently am. It was quite a shame that Alex couldn't come up... and damnit, I never did get her a wedding gift. The weather could have been warmer, but I did Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1093744333335229772004-08-28T21:51:00.000-04:002004-08-28T21:52:31.446-04:00Today, after my check in shift, I went to the closing of Sylvie Guillem's Autoportraits in Soho. SG is an interesting figure in the dance world, legendary for sure, and about as controversial as it gets on the ballet scene. But then the ballet scene isn't overly controversial. Essentially, purists have a tendancy to get updet when she pulls her trademark flexibility feats in something like Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1093640141896718512004-08-27T16:55:00.000-04:002004-08-28T14:46:01.203-04:00So. I am trying to make a real update, as there is clearly much to report. Sounds cheesy, but I really dig the staff here. Let's hope I really dig the residents, too! (Oh, but not too much-- 'tis serious business to date a resident, or a staff member, for that matter)
I'm busy putting up bulletin boards etc. The next few days will be interesting. A huge march originally planned for CentralAmy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1093470171066875612004-08-25T17:42:00.000-04:002004-08-25T17:42:51.066-04:00I have internet!!! Glorious!!!Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1093449166303707552004-08-25T11:50:00.000-04:002004-08-25T11:52:46.303-04:00I'm not overly coherent these days, so please excuse me.
Now that I'm back in dorms, I get Victoria's Secret. There is a model wearing my pants. I own those pants-- I've studied the picture. On me, they are full length jeans. On her, they are capris. Damnit.
No one on our staff is a vegetarian!!!! Rock on with the pizza with meat.
Nellie McKay rocks b/c she references "Birth of a Nation"Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1092422903322360882004-08-13T14:45:00.001-04:002004-08-13T14:48:23.323-04:00ooh ee ooh i look just like kimmy gordon
oh oh for tonight with thurston moore
i don't care what they say about me anyway
i don't care 'bout thatAmy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1092269235366560622004-08-11T19:50:00.000-04:002004-08-11T20:07:15.366-04:00Now that I have seen Kill Bill Vol. 2, I am truly embarrassed that I did not see it in the theater, especially when I consider that I spent over 30 bucks to see the first 3 times. Few movies have been as satisfying to watch as Kill Bill 2.
I have a new guilty pleasure: Junior Senior. While this may in fact be "bad music," the only reason kickass people like myself should listen to pop is toAmy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1092092667156162272004-08-09T18:57:00.000-04:002004-08-09T20:06:02.510-04:00Sonic Youth is too cool. For those who can't be bothered with Entertainment Weekly and similar nonsense, Mariah Carey is an overrated airbrushed pop diva that was hospitalized for a nervous breakdown after making a really bad movie. Here is a song off the new SY album:
"Mariah Carey and the Arthur Doyle Hand Cream"
Your bounce to the ounce makes us want to pounce
You're just being totally Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1091679640451945002004-08-05T00:16:00.000-04:002004-08-05T00:22:45.513-04:00and this also:
http://www.theonion.com/news/index.php?issue=4031&n=3Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1091674833765599532004-08-04T22:59:00.000-04:002004-08-04T23:11:10.196-04:00um yeah, i am lame. so i'm going to pull an aiah and post IMs. For the record, I went to a "free" show featuring the bassist Trevor Dunn (I referred to him recently, TD Trio Convulsant, remember? He did Mr. Bungle, Fantomas, John Zorn's Electric Masada, etc) this evening in Park Slope. Him and some cool harpist. So yeah, you're up to speed now.
myself: i was like mesmerized by the whole thing-- Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1091295723126924072004-07-31T13:34:00.000-04:002004-08-09T20:39:38.676-04:00Ok, this week has been a big one for movies and things, so some brief comments are in order. Dan and Aiah: it will probably be redundant for you to read any further.
The Company: We finally rented Robert Altmann's "The Company," about the Joffrey Ballet of Chicago, starring Neve Campbell of "Scream" fame. This movie was amazing, though. No plot, really, but the best and most accurate movie aboutAmy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1090956597956623352004-07-27T15:28:00.000-04:002004-07-28T01:16:19.636-04:00Bonjour!! Since my last post I've gotten seriously better-- physically and emotionally, which is happy news indeed. At this point, I'm completely off the creams, gels, special soap and even the Benedryl pills, and by the end of the week my lonely shorts will be out in the world once more.
That said, I've been busily showing apts and running all around, hence my not posting for a while. NapoleonAmy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1090082285429296852004-07-17T12:25:00.000-04:002004-07-17T12:38:05.430-04:00What is worse than having a mysterious rash get slowly but steadily worse? Waiting 4 hours to find out the doctor doesn't know what it is, either, for one. Then I came home and had a nervous breakdown and called my cousin at 2 in the morning. This thing is messing with my head! I realize I'm feeling sorry for myself, which is very bad, indeed. And in July, no less. Nearly all of this could Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1089905997900874432004-07-15T11:36:00.000-04:002004-07-15T11:39:57.900-04:00It turns out that I have poison ivy. This is frustrating as hell. Aside from that, life is good. Yesterday I picked up some Jeanette Winterson, which is turning out to be good. Last night there was a little Walnut reunion with people I hadn't seen in ages and a honey hookah to top it off. More on the music videos later, I have to get some calamine lotion. grrrrrrrAmy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1089763646953623452004-07-13T20:04:00.000-04:002004-07-13T20:07:26.953-04:00The past few days have been particularly pleasant. Saturday was our more-than-slightly half-assed attempt to throw Dan a birthday party. I might add that it would have been a lot less half-assed if the stoop rats (minus the Virginian) hadn't all spontaneously gone to Maine, but it really doesn't matter. Tracy and I spent perhaps an hour looking for a good gift at Virgin, but trying to find a Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1089479490689521412004-07-10T13:11:00.000-04:002004-07-10T13:14:46.080-04:00In the words of Mitch Hedburg, "When someone hands me a flyer, it's like they're saying, 'Here, you throw this away.'"
But let us not forget Henry Rollins' observation: "Soho is like the land of the giant women. You go to Soho and every woman you see is a model."
Or something like that. I had to paraphrase since I can't figure out how to get my hands on the Henry Rollins tape again. But that's Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1088634443193149512004-06-30T18:26:00.000-04:002004-06-30T19:01:02.566-04:00ok, i posted a couple days ago about being almost done with The Handmaid's Tale. actually, i was about 2/3 done, but i just finished it a few minutes ago. holy shit!!!!! i need a hug. and i desperately need a discussion.Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1088629392689876052004-06-30T17:02:00.000-04:002004-06-30T17:03:12.690-04:00with my parents en route to michigan, i would be shouting "party at mary's!" just a few short years ago. i might today, also, if i had more than one recently-girlfriended-and-therefore-busy friend left in fburg. but even back in the day it would have been optimistic to expect more than 3 people to come, and it's really not toohey's fault that i have no more friends left down here. hmmm.
so...Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1087961012289762452004-06-28T10:47:00.000-04:002004-07-07T22:46:30.450-04:00ah, much has happened since my last post, some of which has been more or less documented on other blogs. the last week and a half has been a roller coaster of fun and stress-- the stress being generated by my unusual traveling arrangements. i got a ride to Boston then kicked off the weekend with the Stepford Wives. no spoilers here, except that half of the promotional footage was cut out, and Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1087431934087690312004-06-16T20:20:00.000-04:002004-06-30T19:05:03.486-04:00So, this morning (ok, it was about noon), I was just about to write this post about the coolest place that Dan and I went to last night. Then I heard the buzzer. Turns out it was techno-man from downstairs. His AC had broken and he was replacing it and wanted my help. Eventually I backed out claiming upper body weakness (no lie there) only to find that I had locked myself out of my apartment.Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1087209173339324542004-06-14T06:29:00.000-04:002004-06-14T06:32:53.340-04:00goddamnit all. i have been ill all morning (why else would i be awake at this hour), and i want you to please come shoot me. no, i have not been drinking. pommes frites, are you to blame for this? after so many months of reliable service, you would treat me this way? i am heartbroken. if anyone reads this today, call and send your sympathies. i could use the cheer.Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1087148618324608542004-06-13T13:41:00.000-04:002004-06-13T13:43:38.323-04:00it's just been a charlotte rampling week here. or maybe it started last week. being a slacker kind of fucks up your sense of time. anyway, how much does CR look like a cat? much more so today then before.
so anyway, last night i saw swimming pool, based on the fact that the trailer is just so intriguing. generally a bad reason to see a movie, i know; i didn't even know what it was supposed Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1086667630633361502004-06-08T00:00:00.000-04:002004-06-08T00:07:10.633-04:00hey all. just checking to see if i have finally succeeded in enabling comments. blogger has just made it easier for the computer dummies like me.
also, quick update on my "sociology experiment." haven't gotten a lot of drastic repsonses... a few really stunned tourist faces keep me amused. still look and feel rather girlish, but there is one interesting discovery: i can't wear make-up. i Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1086232101740262842004-06-02T23:06:00.000-04:002004-06-02T23:09:03.060-04:00this summer the yeah yeah yeahs are playing in central park with DEVO!!!!Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1085894069545987042004-05-30T01:13:00.000-04:002004-06-30T19:15:05.026-04:00I apologize in advance for the length of this post. Now, I seem to have left off somewhere around the rehearsal dinner. Let me just say that Dan and I looked classy as hell for that, and I have the picture to prove it. There was a long and teary session of toasts, and I either embarrassed or validated myself by nearly breaking down when my turn came. That little bride Alex and I go way back… Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1085567563332613602004-05-26T06:29:00.000-04:002004-05-26T06:32:43.333-04:00I just watched American Psycho for the first time since it came out on video. It’s even funnier than I remember it-- well worth the four bucks I bought it for. See, today is a travel day, which is consistently my excuse to screw up my sleep schedule beyond recognition, and good thing, too. More on that later.
I should have posted long ago, and there is much to tell, so I will try to get to Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1083481110451276912004-05-02T02:58:00.000-04:002004-05-02T03:25:41.340-04:00What else is in the Teaches of Peaches? screaming femullet, strap-ons, bearded ladies, blood-spitting, banana-eating, crowd surfing, catwoman costumes, a virtual iggy pop, hulahoop girl, karaoke, and lots of skin. More fun than a barrel of monkeys, that's for sure. Cause there's only one Peach with a hole in the middle... and I have photos. and the audience bore a striking resemblance to the Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1082681212995680022004-04-22T20:40:00.000-04:002004-04-22T20:49:52.263-04:00I'm choreographing again. Duet to Faith No More's "She Loves Me Not." Dan's influence on me is great: I would describe this dance as Almodovarian (although I'm not sure he would). Maybe with some Madonnaisms, and probably a quote from 4 T's. I know it sounds more pop than art, which it may be, but I'd rather make good pop than bad art. I need a small balletically inclined female. Get in Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1082311071321974482004-04-18T13:41:00.000-04:002004-04-18T14:00:45.920-04:00i ain't got nothing but love, babe, eight days a weekAmy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1082249298167228922004-04-17T20:23:00.000-04:002004-06-30T19:27:08.266-04:00I love warm weather! So do tourists and beautiful people, especially on Saturdays.... Wednesday was the Dance evening of the Gallatin Arts Festival. 2 revelations for next year: I will not assume any production/managing role for this event, and I will work solo instead of with a group. My dancers were great to work with and very cooperative, but given the limited amount of rehearsal time, andAmy Bluenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1081952204961508162004-04-14T10:16:00.000-04:002004-04-14T10:19:36.826-04:00i should have been a costume desinger... sewing bubble wrap is way more fun than Calculus homework.Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1081829421370603892004-04-13T00:10:00.000-04:002004-04-13T00:13:11.060-04:00we are so wierd!Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1081826356055657392004-04-12T23:19:00.000-04:002004-04-12T23:22:05.623-04:00So I've been on film overload recently. I spent most of Saturday at the New York Public Library for the Performing Arts. That place is amazing. Must start going there more often. I went through a bunch of useful periodicals, picked up books, and checked out an impressive assortment of videos: martha graham, balanchine, nederlands dans theater, urban bush women (yeah, that's right), la Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1081374724434584932004-04-07T17:52:00.000-04:002004-04-07T17:54:49.043-04:00Today is gorgeous. I spent much time in both Washington and Union Square Parks, looking at people, especially dancing people. :-) I want to do public performances. I can't wait for this summer.Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1080795700658628682004-04-01T00:01:00.000-05:002004-04-07T17:54:58.110-04:00je danse le miaAmy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1080654031418424392004-03-30T08:40:00.000-05:002004-03-30T08:43:06.996-05:00Gallatin Arts Festival: April 12-18
Dance: Wed, April 14, 8:00
12 Ave A at 1st St (Gallery A)
and it's free!! come see some bubbles...Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1079894046246680292004-03-21T13:34:00.000-05:002004-06-30T19:32:08.453-04:00Dad, on noticing oddly weekday behavior on a Sunday: "Wait! Did we stay an extra day?!" The thought horrified him.
Spring Break is over too soon. I had a very nice weekend though, and ate a lot of really good food. Mmmm. Took parents to my gayish video rental; across the street is a leather clothing store. Dad decides he must go in because he has questions about his new gun holster. He Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1079545242738875542004-03-17T12:40:00.000-05:002004-03-17T12:43:05.543-05:00My parents are braving New York in a few days, so I asked Bette what kinds of things we should do...
"Well, I don't think your dad has really done any tourist things..."
"I haven't much either. Have you done tourist things?"
"Of course!!"
"Well, what do you recommend?"
"Tiffany's"
Needless to say, I don't think the guy really wants to drive all the way up here so he can look at diamond jewelry.Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1079162894220918122004-03-13T02:16:00.000-05:002004-03-13T02:30:32.746-05:00one more thing-- this is really shameful, i know... i have a musical recommendation from the realm of bad pop. i go into a store yesterday to window shop. this is not something i do often. anyway, i decide to try something on for the hell of it, and while i am in there, i realize that the store is playing z100 or some similar top 40 station; carson daly himself announces the new britney spearsAmy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1079161863252502882004-03-13T02:04:00.000-05:002004-03-13T02:13:22.013-05:00so dan is sitting across from me, and he smiles and says, "gullible is written on the ceilling." ok, that's cute; i don't really want to play, so i say, "no it's not." he tries again. i'm slightly offended by this attack on my integrity. "no, it isn't. leave me alone." he finds this really amusing, and keeps telling me, "no, really, gullible is written on the ceilling!" i'm very proud, andAmy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1078971182954326112004-03-10T21:13:00.000-05:002004-03-17T12:46:10.280-05:00Well, I haven't updated in a while, but that does not mean that I am dead. On the contrary, I am alive and relatively well. Last night I saw Nederlands Dans Theatre at BAM. Europeans are too fucking cool. Let me elaborate:
First of all, NDT is an absolutely amazing company, in my opinion; their style develops what is great about ballet, fuses it with modern dance and other forms, and is justAmy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1077329457660675412004-02-20T21:10:00.000-05:002004-02-20T21:12:55.216-05:00haHA!! me skating is really a joke. there were little kids there better than me. it was much fun, though. my mentee's pretty great-- she held my hand and all that for a while, but i had to let her go b/c i figured she was tired of me getting us both knocked over... good timesAmy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1077251060698341812004-02-19T23:24:00.000-05:002004-02-19T23:34:52.733-05:00So, I still don't have much of interest to say, but regardless, here are some thoughts and happenings.
Turns out the bimbo in my education class is a Tisch theater person. All makes sense now.
I am going to a roller disco tomorrow. With 12- and 13-year-olds-- no drinking, and no short skirts. However, I think it's sort of funny: there is a teen hour that starts at 8 or something like that, Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1076857457102248882004-02-15T10:04:00.000-05:002004-02-15T10:09:01.903-05:00A year ago today I was getting my act together. I'd had a miserable beginning to my semester and had just spent a week uncomfortably waddling through campus at snail speed, then did something I hadn't done since I was eight years old-- I went to Virginia out of homesickness. Well, basically. Decided to do something sweet for V-Day and made someone chocolate covered strawberries... soon it Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1076003247822771822004-02-05T12:47:00.000-05:002004-06-30T19:45:23.356-04:00Now I am not a violent person, but there may be truth in certain arguments that some people really should be shot. Let me back up a bit. I really like the education class I'm in now, and while I don't always agree with the students around me, I have mad respect for the educational profession (more and more with every class), and I can appreciate the commitments of my peers to become teachers. Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1075685653490472642004-02-01T20:34:00.000-05:002004-02-03T18:06:21.000-05:00this weekend has restored my faith in the beauty of ballet.
"ballet? i love those skinny broads."Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1075644672894365192004-02-01T09:11:00.000-05:002004-02-01T20:45:34.483-05:00Last night I had another bizarre dream. What sets this one apart, though, isn't so much its length and clarity in my mind, but the obviousness of its meaning. I recounted it to Dan in detail then pointed out what it meant (for surely I am a skilled dream interpreter). Here I will summarize:
We begin in TV show format, Three's Company meets Sex and the City; John Ritter and Sarah Jessica Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1075332458972889422004-01-28T18:27:00.000-05:002004-01-28T18:29:13.090-05:00I used the phrase "I'm just a small town girl" today (Maria!). Although I did not finish with "... trying to make it in the city," I feel cliche. Ah well, it was at my RA training class. I am really busy this semester. Doing a lot of things. Zoe would be proud. and maybe some other people. In my productivity today, I bought a triborough map (sort of; it has most of brooklyn and queens), a Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1074728840907954662004-01-21T18:47:00.000-05:002004-01-21T18:48:47.950-05:00fate has smiled upon me. both the gossip and peaches are returning to new york. [big smile]Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1074657816301797092004-01-20T23:03:00.000-05:002004-01-20T23:05:02.966-05:00http://www.gothamist.com/archives/2003/10/01/halle_berrys_catwoman_outfit.php
and i say
"live in new york city a year and a half, go to lynchburg and someone steals my purse. how bout them apples?"
"what apples?"Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1074655080272190312004-01-20T22:18:00.000-05:002004-06-30T19:57:03.603-04:00today was the first day of classes. i took my first education class ever today. i feel that this will be a good semester... also, DCA is back and kicking. hoorah for dancers. i think i will see monster tomorrow. before i am bogged down.
my gwen stefani post came out of nowhere, it's true. then yesterday, as i was waiting to meet dan at port authority, i find an entertainment weekly withAmy Bluenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1074479113736900232004-01-18T21:25:00.000-05:002004-06-30T20:01:29.920-04:00and i'm back in brooklyn. i want to know why Rock Steady (the album, not reggae music) became so big. i mean, i love Gwen as much as i can-- she's like a hip monroe type starlet who sings like a tropical bird or something, but to me, Rock Steady confirmed (if there were doubts after Return of the Saturn) that No Doubt was lost forever. jesus, i feel bad her her brother watching his little 90s Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1073974553408504252004-01-13T01:15:00.000-05:002004-01-13T01:17:12.123-05:00HAHAHAHA! so i'm watching the funniest thing ever-- the older i get, the funnier it is. i will bring it to brooklyn. it's the kind of miserable failure that reminds me never to consider a career in broadcasting. "these [long painful pause] are the railroad tracks." (well duh) "this is the second campsite, bent creek. still modern...." (ya think?) oh this is tooo funny. and this, mind Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1073918394304184582004-01-12T09:39:00.000-05:002004-06-30T20:03:55.490-04:00from How to Be a Pilot:
"Don't fly when you're angry"
Always good advice. Yesterday I saw one of the best movies ever-- Victor Victoria. Soooo good. Day before was spent traveling on ramen noodles and M&M's fighting a headache. Not a hell of a lot of fun, but I did take a friend uptown and got to enjoy all the fantastic urban scenery from the hunk a burnin blue love.
Went to a dinner party Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1073427260432797172004-01-06T17:14:00.000-05:002004-01-06T17:15:32.860-05:00Rescue mission to Further complete. God what a noble and fulfilling quest. Afterward, I was entertained with stories of lingerie theft, flipped vans, and mudcovered hicks. I was "further" entertained by the general presence of old and dearly missed friends-- Anni is the kind of person I love more than my truck. Hate to break it, but I don't know that you all are so lucky. I then got a littleAmy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1072907478598753892003-12-31T16:51:00.000-05:002003-12-31T16:52:24.543-05:00Sheriff's Office report from Hilton Head Island... read the second one and be amused.
http://www.islandpacket.com/news/briefs/story/3159145p-2853973c.htmlAmy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1072734278941202362003-12-29T16:44:00.000-05:002003-12-29T16:46:59.826-05:00"boy you're just a stupid bitch and girl you're just a no good dick"
welcome to musical homage number whatever. new interest of mine: the yeah yeah yeahs. all started with the strokes, in a way. my introduction to hipster music. but then i decided the neo-garage was stupid and phony-- right after people started referring to the strokes as the new velvet underground (what?!?) so then all Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1072545107088146652003-12-27T12:11:00.000-05:002003-12-27T12:12:49.500-05:00"If an inmate's housing assignment changes he/her will be allowed to retain their old visitation schedule for two days after their reassignment" he/her? way to go VA.Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1072217277270741222003-12-23T17:07:00.000-05:002003-12-26T22:47:48.746-05:00in a more sober state of mind than last time, i have a few things to add about virginia, family, christmas, etc. i heard the term "wood hippie" as an alternative to "redneck" the other day. this came from a man who heats his house with a wood stove and can kill a deer with a bow and arrow. i wish i knew more people like that.
my cousin has the most beautiful cats ever. and they're actuallyAmy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1072081898370578222003-12-22T03:31:00.000-05:002003-12-22T03:32:35.216-05:00greetings from the bastard child of 2 very unhappy people. so i am now realizing that it isn't just the mta that i hate, it's public transportation. after all my coffee dates, i took the chinatwon to DC, where i attempted to take the VRE to fredericksburg. let me just say that i do not understand how the VRE conveniences anyone at all. and I hate DC. not particularly pedestrian friendly. Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1071790474263580562003-12-18T18:34:00.000-05:002003-12-18T18:35:27.716-05:00currently checking my grades. in the past few days i've met with people for coffee, chinese food, pizza, etc, making the rounds with people i don't see much of. still haven't gotten anyone else out to see my place-- goddamn lazy bastards. :-) anyway, i went to the most walnut-ed out appartment ever yesterday, full of people that i mostly didn't spend time with in school, but it was good timesAmy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1071624852108321642003-12-16T20:34:00.000-05:002003-12-16T21:02:18.123-05:00i was reading a friend's journal where she posted the results to a quizilla "which mythological figure are you?" and it said that vampires are the best friends to have because they are sensible. anyway, i was amused, and i have lots of time to waste now that finals are over and i finally got my computer fixed, so i took it, too.
You are Form 6, Elfin: The Wyld.
"And The Elfin saw the evil Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1071547605762553912003-12-15T23:02:00.000-05:002003-12-15T23:10:34.576-05:00i was going to post a lot of annoying lyrics of songs i liked in high school and apparently still do, but luckily for you guys i scrapped that idea. instead, i send some festivity your way that i definitely cut-and-pasted from this offbeat mailing list i'm on that sends really amusing newsletters.
"This time of year and all that it brings (slush, limited light, cold, forced cheer, the Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1071454405904319192003-12-14T20:55:00.000-05:002003-12-14T21:17:40.140-05:00i wake up this morning to the sound of footsteps. figuring dan is brushing his teeth, i roll over. more footsteps. walking around. i realize there are multiple people and wonder if dan's friends are here. i see some girl pass my doorway and say hello, but she ignores it and then there's silence. i notice it is snowing outside. man's voice: "this isn't my apartment." footsteps down the Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1071261755120868352003-12-12T15:29:00.000-05:002003-12-12T16:38:13.076-05:00I have wierder dreams than anyone I know. This morning Dan sat through my 15 minute recollection of the postmodern nightmare I had last night which involved a college curriculum featuring mandatory swim tests, a "class" on how to use your creative talents outside the arts (like interesting ways to slice cheese), and an all-male sexual harrssment-inclined faculty that found as little meaning in Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1071077420897925862003-12-10T12:30:00.000-05:002004-06-30T20:22:43.256-04:00been having a ska binge for the past 3 days (ok, well, just the toasters). makes me want a partner to go swing dancing with-- yes i'm a painfully corny person. but what better way to indulge in my weaknesses for dancing and uppity music? so, i know i don't have comments yet (some day), but i am short of ideas about how to go about this. i mean, i know where i want to go for classes and dancesAmy Bluenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1071001713650583592003-12-09T15:26:00.000-05:002003-12-09T15:29:45.950-05:00the school paper finally printed it's article about our dancer/choreographer group. typos abound... and despite all the intelligent things i said about the group, the only reference to me is that i put a lemon in my mouth. goddamnit. it's not even relevant.Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1070997870152878712003-12-09T14:08:00.000-05:002003-12-09T14:25:14.640-05:00where to start, where to start... well, "in color" is no longer an accurate way to explain the drastic (positive) changes to my dwelling. word really can't describe.
we discovered that our neighborhood is even more kickass and convenient than we thought. there are (contrary to prior belief) furniture stores, video rentals, banks, chain stores, and other useful stuff. not to mention we're Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1070646828436690302003-12-05T12:53:00.000-05:002004-06-30T20:27:45.340-04:00i really have a kickass apartment. now in color. last night-- after my roomate cleaned all day and the place looked spotless-- we decorated the whole place. i am so stoked, and i want everyone to come see it.
the flu is wearing off. forgot how dreadfully awful it is to be sick. other winter ailments abound since it's so miserably dry now. and then this morning i fell down the stairs. no, Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1070356567365489442003-12-02T04:12:00.000-05:002003-12-02T04:16:44.686-05:00--sorry about the multiple primus postings. i have deleted them, but they just keep showing up--
My body is pissed off. The sleeplessness, smoking, lack of vegetables, periodic drunkeness, poor winter wardrobe choices, and occaisional purges have pissed it off. I am sick in a bad way at the wrong time of year. It's my fault, certainly, but my God. Send me a card or something. I am unhappy.Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-107022185754108482003-11-30T14:45:00.000-05:002003-11-30T15:11:03.890-05:00"guess what i got today"
"was it a pony?"
"no, i didn't get a pony"
pause
"am i close?"
my parents went to vegas. sounds like they spent an awful lot of money there, too. yikes. and although they saw some comedian/magician, they did not see the Amazing Johnathan, which seems to me the only worthwhile vegas atraction. But who knows, sounds like they'll be back there a lot.
And my dad Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1070155774797369242003-11-29T19:13:00.000-05:002003-11-29T21:56:33.576-05:00so Time Out New York had the balls to write:
"It's one thing to admire Les Claypool's virtuoso slap-bass playing; it's quite another to enjoy it. The thought of spending two hours with Claypool and the rest of the willfully kooky Zappa-teers in Primus makes us want to pull our toenails out one by one; but then, we couldn't get in tonight if we tried-- the show sold out long ago."
and I say FuckAmy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1069774291087909942003-11-25T10:31:00.000-05:002003-11-25T10:32:01.500-05:00I hate the MTA. :-(
On our way to the mentoring yesterday, another mentor came toward us frantically, saying, "we can't take the F train-- it's on fire!"
Just typical. On fire? I swear, I half expect to go down to the platform this evening and find that the train has turned into a chinese dragon and we all have to shuffle home.
But then, my mood is up, b/c primus has finally come to my Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1069667756580417542003-11-24T03:48:00.000-05:002004-06-30T20:36:26.220-04:00My Marathon Weekend, by amy blue
thursday morning: i get up, i go to school, actually thursday wasn't particularly exciting but that evening i went to see a friend's dance performance with dan. there was a lot of free food. i was highly caffinated. saw a couple of people i hadn't seen in a while, including her mom (my high school librarian-- we are from a small town indeed), and i met a DTH Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1069396340516268762003-11-21T01:30:00.000-05:002003-11-21T01:48:23.076-05:00i am learning how to put pictures up. look-- it's me!
Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1069393794563547202003-11-21T00:49:00.000-05:002003-11-21T00:50:20.496-05:00seattle has a monorail. oooohAmy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1069389490021236142003-11-20T23:20:00.000-05:002003-11-20T23:38:36.043-05:00i have short, neat, blonde-free hair and a clean apartment all thanks to my fantastic camarade de chambre. we went grocery shopping tonight and one might think we are on liquid diets given our purchases-- there is enough drink (nonalcoholic) in our fridge to support a small dominican community. i love living here. price choice is the coolest grocery store ever-- even the cashiers are friendly.Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1068432461849831322003-11-09T21:39:00.000-05:002003-11-21T01:40:39.716-05:00dan and i are moving to seattle. i am only half kidding. see you there.
"julie kent is pregnant!!!"
"i hope she did it on purpose"
so maybe this is kind of nasty of me, but i think it's a tragedy that such a perfectly proportioned dancer is going to get all stretched out. god i'm shallow
something really funny, from the seattle craigslist:
Broken, "funny" microwave
Free mid 90s vintage Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1068088233688917152003-11-05T21:35:00.000-05:002003-11-05T22:10:32.113-05:00have a weakness for supercheesy songs by otherwise great bands-- check out la la love you by the pixies and she loves me not by faith no more if you haven't already.
so a while ago my friend janna sends me to this link: http://www.amtrak.com/savings/student.html
the picture at the top is of 3 dancers from walnut hill that graduated with me. kind of strange. then friday, on my way out of my Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1067902645313613432003-11-03T18:36:00.000-05:002003-11-03T18:37:23.736-05:00this weather is spoiling me... so nice. Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1067638793655708602003-10-31T16:51:00.000-05:002003-10-31T17:23:34.956-05:00"i turned into a martian-- i can't even recall my name!" -- glen danzig
"he had a pickup truck and the deil's eyes" -- little nell
"by the light of the night, it'll all seem alright: i'll get you a stanic mechanic!" -- tim curry
"Screams and moans and bats and bones
Teenage monsters in haunted homes
The ghosts on the stair
The vampires bite
Better beware, there's a full moon tonight
CannibalAmy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1067572506286198772003-10-30T22:48:00.000-05:002003-10-30T22:55:04.776-05:00happy days. it was ballistic pendulum day in phys lab. and i mean, tomorrow's halloween. i talked to my mom tonight, who (at my request) retold the "iron coffin" story, whcih has the most awful pun ending in the world. and i am currently wearing pointe shoes. they get lonely if i don't wear them... strange self indulgences. wish me luck on my exam tomorrow.
oh and to the music dork at the Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1067299126296203422003-10-27T18:08:00.000-05:002003-10-27T18:58:45.980-05:00well. hmm. seems i've got some problems. slept a lot this weekend-- eventually i did get a fair amount of work done, but not before i psyched myself up to go see the gossip... didn't end well. first of all, fuck cmj shows-- they are just a hassle, they book too many acts, and they seldom book anyone i want to see anyway. the first band i was kind of curious about, actually, the panthers. Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1066921023142964032003-10-23T10:49:00.000-04:002003-10-23T10:57:03.323-04:00I had a Zen moment yesterday. I think. Researching John Cage and Merce Cunningham and the use of chance operations-- trying to get at the use of mathmatical principles in choreography. Now I'll admit, I've done about zero library research in my NYU career. Now that I have a significant research paper, one that I'm actually jazzed about, Bobst is a bitch to use. They're putting up plexiglass Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1066672269697516692003-10-20T13:45:00.000-04:002003-10-20T13:51:09.116-04:00oh, how could i have forgotten to mention this: in case you don't know there is a catwoman movie coming out this summer, to be played by halle berry. i got a look at the costume, described as "very bare, very urban, very downtown." i have never seen something like that coming at me downtown. but im getting off the subject. from what i hear, they are kind of butchering the whole catwoman Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1066671516501482602003-10-20T13:17:00.000-04:002003-10-20T13:41:04.876-04:00so many pretty things in one place in one night! oh my. i went to my first dance performance of the fall-- one that dance dorks and music dorks alike should have heard of: the merce cunningham/radiohead/sigur ros collaboration. what can i say except that it was most beautiful. i used to really dislike cunningham; i was introduced to his style way too young--like, 12 years old--when it just Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1066240618412243082003-10-15T13:24:00.000-04:002003-10-15T13:56:58.570-04:00time out new york ran a list of "good new york omens" in their student guide this year, things like ordering a slice of pizza just as they put out a fresh pie, or coasting down broadway from like harlem to soho without hitting any red lights (which dan and i deem impossible). but i think the most amazing and mood-lifting omen you can really get is walking onto the platform right as the G train Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1065741395101603602003-10-09T19:15:00.000-04:002003-10-09T19:16:35.010-04:00(from Insect Horoscope) "Crab Larvae: you may seem insignifigant, in this world... but one day you will grow into a beautiful crab"Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435416.post-1065726366946604622003-10-09T15:01:00.000-04:002003-10-09T15:06:06.980-04:00"you say it's your birthday? it's my birthday, too!"
yeah, i'm rockin the white album, b/c today is really that good. i can't really put my finger on it, but it is beautiful out, i've got a cool weekend coming up, i'm seeing a greg araki (sp?) film tonight, and most importantly-- i have a phone! which kind of feels like the best thing that has happened to me ever. and i have an answering Amy Bluenoreply@blogger.com0