Tuesday, February 28, 2006

last day of february notes.

Poppy Z. Brite is interviewed about New Orleans at the Village Voice. She's known lately for the books Liquor and Prime, about a couple of guys who own a restaurant in New Orleans. I haven't read them yet, but my copies of her goth-y, gay books Lost Souls and Drawing Blood are falling apart from my reading them each at least a dozen times when I was about 14. I was reading her blog for awhile when Katrina first hit, since she's the writer I've always associated with New Orleans, and I knew she had something like 20+ cats in her house down there. She and her husband ended up leaving town at the last minute before the hurricane, completely torn up about having to leave the animals, but amazingly managed to find most of the kitties with various rescue organizations when they got back. Their house was pretty much destroyed though.

Also at the Voice: Rachel Kramer Bussell has a kind of bizarre column, where she talks about whether guys should pay the check on a date. It's funny to see her writing about this now, since I just started reading Money, A Memoir: Women, Emotions and Cash by Liz Perle, which is about the different relationships men and women have to money and power. I'm not far enough into it yet to have an opinion, but it's pretty fascinating (if not totally surprising) stuff. I'll let you know how it turns out.

Thanks partly to the completely gut-wrenching Modern Love column last weekend, and partly to downloading Beatles songs while I was in the throes of procrastination last night, I really really want to watch Help! (ie, Beatles movie #2, the one in color), which I haven't seen since the hundred or so times I watched it as a kid (Zach and I had a very serious Beatles fixation for awhile there. It will surprise no one that John was always, always my favorite). But it doesn't seem to be out on DVD. So Netflix doesn't have it, and VHS availability is limited. Which of course only makes me want it more.

I'm listening to The Life Pursuit, the new Belle and Sebastian record. It is even more sugary than Dear Catastrophe Waitress. But I don't really care if people are whining about that. I could listen to "Funny Little Frog" and "To Be Myself Completely" on repeat all day. And I just might. These songs are sooooo fun, they work like caffeine. I wish I could go to one of their shows this week - especially since they're playing with The New Pornographers, who I'm totally in love with - but they've been sold out for a long time. It might actually be good that I can't go to the show, since if I heard B&S play live in in the same night as The New Pornographers, I might overdose on poptastic happiness.

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