merrrrrrrrrry christmas

i have insomnia and i can't stop checking my email

but tomorrow i'm going to eat some good food!

merry christmas, everyone!

11 Spring St.

Urban art is so great. more on flickr!

creativity?

I have a bunch of shit to do. Like.. a bunch. This bunch includes some essays, which, in case you didn't know, take me quite a while to write. Sometimes I get writers block and get sad. When that happens, I write whatever comes to my head until I can think of something to say. and don't delete it. It's not such a problem until I proof read and come across sections like this:

Gandhi left all of his children in one house. He used a little oil to grease a can and then a tree grew. Fantastic, he said. He had many experiments throughout his life. Gandhi’s autobiography “My Experiments with Truth,” chronicles his many experiments in life, mainly regarding diet and lifestyle. He believed these experiments enriched his life and strengthened his spirituality. He followed a cult of Buddhist monks to find his favorite teachers. No one really liked them, but no one said it was illegal either. One of his biggest commitments was to brahmacharya.

You know, maybe Gandhi did grease a can. Maybe a tree even grew. I'm not sure, but at least I'll crack a smile sometime this exam period!

i wish this post were different than the last one, but it's not. i have 5 finals and 3 papers in the next 10 days and watching it all happen is going to be an early christmas miracle. then i move out, get a 10 day break, and then i move to london! i'm shooting for being only slightly burnt out upon arrival...

WAHH

ahhhhhhhh

due today: 4 page paper

due tomorrow: 10-11 page paper

due friday: 6-8 page paper


you can't see it, but i'm crying

CMJ 2006

Well! I just realized that I completely neglected to share the fact that I again worked for (and attended) the CMJ 2006 Music Marathon. It was later and longer than last year (Oct 31-Nov 4). Now, this year I was a volunteer, so I had shifts I had to work and couldn't do whatever I wanted like last year, but it was still a good time. I worked Showcase Registration with my old bosses, Matt and Pete (Chris left CMJ) and met a bunch of really cool people. Unfortunately, it coincided with a week that I got really, really sick and had a few papers and an Opera to attend, so I didn't end up getting to go to (pretty much) anything. But! I did go see George Clinton!


He was listed as going on at 1130. Me, Michael, Neal and Jeremy got there at 1130 and the opening band, Drugs, was still playing. They were cool, but we were all tired. Neal said they sounded like Gov't Mule... not that I know what Gov't Mule sounds like at all, but I'll take his word on that. They played for about an hour and a half or so, then the set up came and took entirely too long. Then the 420 Funk Mob came out and no George Clinton! He didn't come out until 2:30. In the morning! I think he was taking a nap. He played for about 15 minutes. Then he came out to do an encore (Flashlight) and we had to leave. We were tired. It was freezing but we walked to the subway and managed to get a train (from wayyy down the island) and we got home about at about 4.

The next day Marla and I went to the Pure Volume/free bands/free everything party. It was a good time, and we were even smart enough to leave early so that we could get on the subway. But then we ran into this crazy Canadian and we had to go to the Moondance Diner to get him directions. Then it was 4:00 AM. We had to take a cab back.

Other than that, all my CMJ experience was working the desk as a volunteer. I got to see some cool people up close (Chuck D, George Clinton) because of panels, and the whole experience was pretty fun. Pete said I'm welcome any time and you better believe I'll be taking him up on that. Watch out CMJ 2007.

Help, Friends

I need some new music or my brain is going to bust. I copied some from the wbar library the other day like Camera Obscura and Junior Boys, but I know someone out there must know something else...

Help me and:

• sleepy sins will become more interesting!
• my street cred will grow exponentially!
• we will always have a topic of conversation!
• we can be pretentious and laugh at people who don't know about it!
• my brain will not explode!

ps. I'm also looking for a sim card with reasonable rates for next semester. any ideas?

ROMA!

My friend left for Rome today. The last time I was in rome was about 4 years ago. I went with a program and I had to keep a journal... that I actually never finished. But - I do have some notes from Rome and thereabouts and I think they are worth sharing:

Rome
-coloseum
-roman forum
Lunch - Pesto + Tom
drove to Naples
- dirty, lots o' trash
-O Fire!
- Cathedral w/Blood
ran to bus
Dinner, Nunnery

Pompeii
- Hot
-Climed Vesuvius
Dinner@nunnery
Really good!
Lost Clothes

I don't know what the hell happened in these 2 days, but it sounds pretty interesting.

Leave Me Alone, Real World

click on it.
It's no secret what my school wants me to do this summer. Of course, I looked at all the emails. You know most of them were unpaid? What exactly are employers thinking here? I can't work full time for three months and make no money! You know who can do that? People who don't need to work!

Happy Halloween!

my friends and i already celebrated over the weekend, but today is good too.

from left to right: sailor moon, '50s chick, maneater, american apparel model, geisha



In other news, look out for me in London beginning January. I'll be here:






























(SOAS)

R.I.P

He was a great dog, but it was his time.

All dogs go to heaven.

Brand New Bag

So the fan in my crappy dell broke again. I have to keep it on the air conditioner in order for it to work. And what's even greater? Occasionally the fan would kick back in and start screeching. Dells are shit.

I got a vaio yesterday and right now I'm getting wireless about 1000 feet from campus. This is awwwesome.

so lazy

I wish I could watch my homework on tv.

I know that's really sad and that millions of intellectuals are rolling over in their graves, but I'm really tired. Can I help it if Baird created a monster?

Ryan Adams, I Love You

Please go to www.ryan-adams.com, listen to the rap.

then go here and listen to some country songs by clicking on the yellow buttons. I can't stop crying I'm laughing so hard. His genius lives on...

"I've been drinking a lot..."

New Radio Show

I forgot to tell y'alls, my new show is on now. Actually literally right now.
Infos:

Sleepy Sins with Adrienne W
Saturdays 6-8pm EST
www.wbar.org

Be there or be super lamo. And request something, my taste gets boring.

breast plates

eww
and
ewww


obviously, I have been doing a lot of work. And by work I mean reading the superficial. But in other news, guess what was outside my east asian class this week? ANOTHER DEAD BIRD. There is a big window above the door, so I'm guessing it won't be the last bird I see. The class is pretty intimidating as it is without also being the vortex of bird death.

Omens?

There was a dead bird in front of the door of my East Asian class. Should I take that as a bad sign?

i'm here

i've been here for two days.

school is hard.

Anywhere but Here

Currently in Columbus, working at my old job. Car broke down, water main busted, have no internet.

Bear with me, folks.

Lollapalooza '06

It was a crazy whirlwind. I wouldn't trade it for anything.

Full recap to come when I get my photos uploaded, but for now just know that Broken Social Scene put on one of the best shows I've ever seen. If only they could have played a little longer...

Go See Little Miss Sunshine

It's really good.

My love for Steve Carell grows by the minute.

Read Now!

please go to somethingawful.com and read the reviews of duck books. or anything. it's hilarious.

ex:

Duck & Goose
Author: Tad Hills
Publisher: schwartz & wade books

Duck & Goose is a brutally honest look at the ever growing racial tension between ducks and geese. Tad Hills paints a picture of two avian species unwilling to work together for the greater good, only causing utter turmoil for both.

The story begins on a sweltering summer day as two birds, a duck and a goose, find an egg in a field. They inevitably end up arguing over who owns the egg. Duck says that the bird that saw it first claims ownership while the goose argues that the one who touches it first owns the egg. Actually, in my experience the one who smuggles it across state lines in his rectum is the rightful owner, but I digress.

They continue to struggle over who owns the egg and what they are going to do once it finally hatches. Duck wants to teach the bird to quack like a duck. Goose wants to kill it and eat it.

The heat makes people do some crazy things. Suddenly they get into a fight. Out of no where a little blue bird appears and throws a trash can at the egg, shattering it. Out spills a premature baby bird that takes one breath and dies a painful death. The two birds stand there awestruck and reflect on how truly fragile life is.

No doubt inspired by the Spike Lee classic "Do The Right Thing", Hills delves deep into the racial turmoil to reveal a scenario that could only lead to tragedy. Rather than work together to meet their goals of eating the bird inside, duck and goose's petty squabbles result in no one getting the yummy egg. But wait, there's a twist! The egg is actually a ball. What? You think such horrifying nonsense would be in a children's book? What's wrong with you?

Tad Hills also authored the insightful book Duck & Dog, in which a duck engages in a deadly affair with his best dog friend's bitch. He returns in top form with Duck & Goose.

Dilemma.

My feet are really dirty. In any other situation, I would wash them off... but I live all the way down the hall from the showers.

and ugh.. i don't want to get up.

I can't believe the summer is almost over.

In other news, Spring 07 - London or Bust!

courtesy laughs

Currently I am in the city (jersey city!) watching over my dogs and a motor vehicle several times my size. Today I even drove on the freeway and on the city streets and get this - I was alright! I even managed to park! It was a proud moment for everyone who has seen me park.

my dogs are cuuuute. somebody's going to have some sleeping partners tonight!

Otherwise, I've been enjoying my homework free days and hanging out around places. Michael called me a vagrant the other day because I have absolutely no schedule. No typical thing. However, I did get a chance to enjoy the fireworks from the FDR:


And Michael and I found time in our busy schedules to walk down to the Jackson Hole and enjoy some mondo burger-esque meat patties:

click on the picture. it gets bigger.

To add or not to add...

Should I add Block Rockin' Beats to my party playlist? I don't think it will be properly appreciated, but it's so awesome it's as if I can't resist...

London Calling is definitely going in there - I don't care what anyone says.

sigma n, i=1 i^2 +3

I sort of wish I could go back in time and hit Newton across the face before he developed calculus. It probably wouldn't have stopped him, but it would most definitely make me feel better.

The class is over in 5 days and it just seems to get worse every minute. Homework due tomorrow... final on friday... it's going to be a long night.

you've probably already seen this

but OMG.

Fat Joe took a big crap in my office today.

mrmbrbrmbmrbr,

I just finished this book

It was pretty stupid. A page turner? Yes. But the writing was pretty much on par with Danielle Steel's Secrets (Lindsay's demand reading for me a couple of years ago) and the plot twists were pretty dumb (and predictable from the start!). I haven't seen the movie yet, but I can't imagine that they had a very good starting point.

Anthems

There was a terrible scandal at work yesterday.

Normally, every friday is job posting day. Another woman and I go to different floors and post new open positions on to bulletin boards. Well, yesterday I took the keys to the bulletin boards so that I could do it myself, and the one on the 6th floor wasn't locked. Afterwards I tried to lock it (with every key) and it wouldn't lock! Then I went to the 7th floor. Same thing! Does that mean these bulletin boards were unlocked the whole time?!?!?!? Were the keys merely an experiment that in truth means nothing?!?!?!?! What is this world coming to?

In a similar vein, when did Spike Lee start doing commercials? And Ford, too? C'mon now.

10 minutes ago I got home. I left home 13 hours ago! Honestly, it's really great to have a life. To have things to do. This time last year I would have spent half of those 13 hours sleeping or watching a full season of some tv show. This summer I've watched seasons of tv shows, gone to class, done homework, and kept down 2 jobs. My, that's almost like growing up! Also, talking and bonding with people is not so overrated.

I came perilously close to losing one of my internships today. But instead I got to switch bosses (woot) and then got an invitation to a super-secret rooftop industry party for Beth Orton and Damon McMahon.

The best part... free food and drinks! ohhh yeah.

This summer is working out beautifully.

2 Reasons Why Work Is Cool

My Alibi

I have been very absent from... just about everything lately and I felt that I should explain myself to at least you, my wonderful reader. While there is no excuse for neglect, I think you should know that my explanation is this beautiful toy:

It plays all sorts of cool songs, has a camera with photo caller id, has all sorts of flippy cool things and ... wait for it.... is all MINE! No more crappy Kyocera! Only the coolest! Or at least cooler than the crappy Kyocera!

Can you tell how excited I am? You can forgive my absence, no?

In other news, Matt and I have hit Lost episode 14 of season 2. (We both started season 1 on monday.) I have to say, I like season 2 a fair bit more. Betrayal, secrets, hallucinations, sex! What else could I possibly want in a 40 minute drama about strangers living on a hidden island that happens to have an extremely large electromagnet? Nothing!

Working For The Man

I have been busy.

I can't say I'm working for the man...my jobs aren't really soul selling jobs. No traditional hours. 3 days a week is HR, the other two days at a record company. I enjoy them both - one is great work, the other great people. Working is exhausting. Doesn't matter if its running errands, sitting in front of a computer, or stuffing mailings. All of it drains me. Commuting is no cake walk either. It is no walk in the park. It is a walk up and down the stairs, a walk to stuff yourself into a musty subway car full of people that don't want to be around you as much as you don't want to be around them. I can't imagine how I would work in a real 9-5. Or an 11-8 (record company). Or an 8-7 (HR). It makes me wonder if work is actually any better than school. Long hours or no homework? It's 50-50, I think.

Lately my entertainment in lieu of the ipod has been reading How We Are Hungry. Dave Eggers is a little crazy. Sometimes I think he may write things that don't make sense just so people can think they know what they are talking about. Then after you feel your way through his metaphors and descriptions it automatically becomes your favorite because it makes you feel like you've accomplished something.

"She wanted to rub herself in bananas. She wanted to open umbrellas into the faces of cats, make them scurry and scream...She pictured his penis flying across the room and into her, and then shooting in and out. His head on the wall, mounted."

That is smart.
he is ridiculous. I like it.



GOD: I own you like I own the caves.
THE OCEAN: Not a chance. No comparison
GOD: I made you. I could tame you.
THE OCEAN: At one time, maybe. But not now.
GOD: I will come to you, freeze you, break you.
THE OCEAN: I will spread myself like wings. I am a billion tiny feathers. You have no idea what's happened to me.

"I think.... she's worth about 7 million... which means she's really poor. It's disgusting."

I almost didn't make it the whole three and a half minutes, but it's worth it to see the new level of jerkface achieved by Brandon Davis.

Four Hours Out

I moved out today and am now chilling in Jersey.

I've decided Britney Spears is way too pregnant.


She needs to stop doing that. Is she suddenly going to shift her career to singing high class elevator music ala Celine Dion? She certaintly can't return to her old demographic being all pregnant all the time.

does anybody want to take me home?

Dear Adrienne,

Thank you for applying to Columbia University's Summer Housing program. At this time our Summer Housing is at full capacity. Because you applied after the deadline of April 14th, you will be assigned from our Wait List if a space in Summer Housing becomes available.


If space becomes available, you will be housed based on your summer student status, application date and preferences.

There you have it folks, my columbia rejection letter. The grapevine is saying that 100 people have canceled already, but I have not heard any news about that giving me a room. So, anyone in the area willing to take me in? I just learned to cook eggplant parmesan, and I can make some mean boxed food - surely that is rent enough!

Act 1.

Turning in my Structure & Style portfolio marked the end of my finals period. In other words, this bitch done graduated from her sophomore year of college!

Now my task is to reload my music library on to my new refurbished dell hard drive and bake cakes and make dinner for my friends. Oh yeah, and pack. I get kicked out at noon on saturday. Here's to another year completed!

Unfortunately, the end of this year also means the halfway point. I look forward to continuing the uphill battle "what the hell am I doing with myself" street.

In any event, I will honor this momentous moment in time with a link. Enjoy!

ah, life.

wallet: found.

finals: approaching.

15 page paper: due wednesday.

hard drive to my shitty dell computer: burninated.

words that exist in the dictionary of adrienne

advocation
decieving
manipulatory
fantasmic

I really shouldn't write papers so late at night.

Running Through The Land of the Lost

10:00 AM EST
shit! where the hell is my wallet!

10:15 AM EST
I had it on my desk, I had it in my bag, I took it with me to a few places, I live in New York City. These are not helpful clues!

10:20 AM EST
My room is upside down. Still no wallet. Let me think about something else.

11:00 AM EST
I am organizing my laundry. This is good. But where the hell is my wallet?

11:15 AM EST
Shit. Do I have to cancel everything now? What if I find it in 2 days under a bag of garbage? That would be inconvenient.

12:20 AM EST
... I should blog about this. Maybe someone out there has seen my wallet and will read this frenzy and feel bad for me! maybe they could send my wallet on a string attached to the foot of a dove that will fly magically to my ledge and with a coo, present me with my wallet!

12:20:05 AM EST
Or maybe I will have to cancel everything.

Listen To Me Carefully.

These should never make an appearance in your closet. They should be banned from every closet in general, but especially your closet.Overalls never look good. They are not a legitimate fashion statement. They belong on this girl in the early 90s, and then never again, okay? Never again. Never. Never! NEVER!!!!

Hizzy Bizzy, John!

"Jack be quiet, Jack be still. Jack be in the mood to kill!"

Sixty-nine fun-filled years ago, John Joseph Nicholson burst forth from his mother's loins. He would go on to fascinate generations with his creepiness, and father 4 kids by 4 different women. Some 50 years after that monumentous event, I, in a similar vein, fought my way through the womb. And well, you can guess what happened next.

OMFG

I want to stick this dog in my pocket and baby him and pet him and feed him little snacks and get him all fat and round and cute. He's such a cute little thing, I just want to eat up his fuzzy little puppy body!


and while we're on the subject of things that are fucking cute-

let me take this time to say, holy shit. these pictures make want to squeeze little kids in bearsuits and fuzzy puppies for the rest of my life. No way school work can compete with that!

Wolf Parade

IMG_6315
Originally uploaded by Crackers United.

I saw Wolf Parade on Monday night.

Holy Fuck opened and they were great. Beans came on and did about 30 sec of freestyling before he got pissed because of the microphone (it was pretty shitty) and left. They're from Toronto, a lovely city really, and are the kind of band that dances to their own music. It was fun. One of the guys in the middle was also playing some negatives?... at least that's what it looked like.

Bensard Lakes (the second opener) couldn't make it over the border, so the French Kicks came instead. It was a surprise to basically everyone and judging by the response, I'd say that Wolf Parade and French Kicks fans don't mix so well. They reminded me of the Walkmen except... better. The music was hard to dance to.

Then came Wolf Parade. They played basically every song they have and even a few new ones. I have to disagree with some others that say they only have two good songs. If I can dance to it and it doesn't make me want to shred my brains, I think it's good enough. And I like Wolf Parade! Anyway, they came on stage and a few songs in, the drummer broke the high hat. They shredded through everything. Drum sticks, maracas, tambourines. Everything was broken. Spencer sweats. A LOT. I finally get the meaning of Angus' line in the great movie, Angus, "I don't sweat, I rain." Spencer rains.

In the end the band disappeared for a while and the Webster Hall workers wouldn't give away as much as a shred of drum stick. Alas, I have nothing to show you from that sweaty night. This guy, however, has some cool pictures. As does the rest of flickr.


I have so much work to do, it's not even worth laughing about. And I'm 20 next week!

Summer In The City

Currently my summer housing involves gracing back alleyways and underpasses in between work and class hours, but really I only need to find 7 other people willing to live here.


It looks big enough to be a nice college residence (at least in the Dickens-like orphanage style I'd imagine would have to be the case with 10 people residing) which is good because that's the only way I'd ever be able to afford it.

Columbia Community Outreach

I just got back from painting a ridiculously nice apartment in a high rise by the river. It's close to Times Square and a couple of years ago Oprah renovated it. My group got paint all over the other walls and the floor (and the carpet), but you know it was for a good cause.

So, the way they get Columbia Students to do these nice things? Well, they gave us free transporation and three free meals, including drinks. We also got free t-shirts and we were all entered in a raffle to win an ipod nano. At the end, the coordinators had so much food they gave it all away, and my friends made off with a month's supply of Snapples and a week's worth of pizza. Or as I like to call it in college terms, dinner for tonight and breakfast for tomorrow. I'm sure only about 10% of it will survive long enough to see the break of day.

My friend also won the ipod nano, which I'm sure he has subsequently dropped, bless his heart.

toothpaste for dinner

a knock knock for the books.

I Should Have Been On Drugs!

Saw the Flaming Lips last night. I had to go through quite a bit to get the tickets, but it most definitely paid off. Wayne is possibly the most awesome person ever. The drummer promised me a set list which he didn't deliver, but Neal got a drumstick so all's well that ends well. Last night the world began again! Last night my life changed and I said, FUCK YEAH!

The Flaming Lips make the world a better place.










a few of my blurry pictures
some other peoples fun

It was a nice vacation.Those airline bastards took my manicure scissors.