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›comments[2] ›all comments ›post #16 ›bio: katie ›bio: victoria ›perma-link ›12/14/2004 ›20:37 ›archives ›first post ›that week |
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Art Colony: carpet installation Tuesday, December 14, 2004 › by victoria  tuesdays, most definitely, rock. Vera, you rock too. Thanks for the advice. I will call Cingular tomorrow and let you all know how it goes. In the meantime... I am SO happy just today. We dropped off 4 job applications for b.f. and I dropped off my ADPR project, hopefully in time (more on ADPR advisor/teacher later). Stayed up late last night watching music videos on my b.f.'s laptop, which he hooked up to the TV--we saw all 3 of the Daft Punk anime style videos, plus Micheal Jackson's "Thriller", Aphex Twin's "DonkeyRhubarb" and part of "Windowlicker" (the video stopped working as soon as it got to the best part), Garbage's "Push It"... good times. Plus, we dyed my hair blond(er) than it was with Garnier 100% COLOR dye. B.f. got so methodical about it, that even though the dye was only supposed to stay in 30 minutes, it took him 50 minutes to "do the roots!" as he put it. He got super-into it, and I kept on saying "Look, you'd be the best hairstylist like, ever." Then, after we rinsed out the hair dye and conditioned my soft-as-silk-but-chemically-damaged hair, we watched "LOST IN TRANSLATION", or at least the first half of the movie. And I loved it! The movie is amazing--unfortunately, I started falling asleep at 1 AM in the middle of it, right when Bill Murray a.k.a. Bob Harris was golfing, I had to go to sleep. (Well, it could've been the Malibu & Peach soda I was drinking that contributed to the effect...) Anyways, woke up this morning at 9 AM. Me and b.f. were trying to sleep in, but the carpet installation guys were blasting the most odd combination of hard rock, christmas tunes, r&b, hip-hop, country, you name it, at the loudest possible volume. Plus, the sounds of shredding carpet aren't exactly the most comforting sound to wake up to. So even though we tried to sleep in, we ended up waking up at 10, and eating cereal (I love Marshmallows + stars, cheap knock off of LUCKY CHARMS but it's actually better-tasting). Then we got together 2 more job apps for b.f. and went on a mega-long walk in the nice, clear, crisp december day to drop them off. We walked to downtown, he dropped off the apps, and one was for this nightclub that will be opening up soon (he just went to bartending school, by the way, so he is a great bartender, I know this...anybody who can mix drinks that get me drinking vodka is an artist. But the guy at this nightclub was really interested in b.f.'s deejaying, and so hopefully b.f. can get a mix/demo CD together by this weekend so he can drop it off. Personally, I think his mixes are brilliant (I guess I'm biased, but still)...his music doesn't sound like anybody else's. Sometimes b.f. likes to try and trick me by playing his music, hidden between songs by other artists, and I can totally tell it's his music because it's so unique and awesome, so pleaseplease wish him luck making his demo CD because that would be GREAT... And then we walked to these two vintage bookstores in Milwaukee, Downtown Books and Renaissance Books, that should be "must-see" destinations if you're only visiting here. They are really relics of a bygone time, with teetering tall shelves packed with tons of books. I love the feeling of discovery, combined with the "time-portal"-esque dimension that old books seem to possess. We didn't buy anything (for sadly obvious reasons) but just browsing was really fun. Then we walked home, and defrosted a bunch of Taquitos and ate them with salsa while watching the rest of LOST IN TRANSLATION. We both think that the ambiguous ending obviously represents that Bill Murray's charater and Scarlett Johannsen's character will get together later in L.A. which makes it a happy ending. Plus, we watched the extra feature on the DVD, "Matthew's BIG HIT" show, the extraordinarily psychedelic talk show that Bob Harris visits in the movie. It was hilarious, even though we couldn't understand a single word of it. "For a good time, make it...Sartori time." |
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