before i get into the friday feature (which, again, i ganked from
shellefly), i want to mention what i did last night. went to the lo-fi in eastlake with
glaucon,
chrisanthos, and
drjohn to see the industrial jazz group. we were there particularly to see the beautiful and talented
xtingu, who is in town from philadelphia to sing with this group. they are a ~15 piece jazz wind ensemble (brass and a whole lotta sax + drums, electric bass, electric keyboard, and occasional vocals). i would describe their style of jazz as "hopping." most of their songs are instrumental, which is unfortunate because
xtingu is a wildly talented vocalist. she is under-utilized, to put it mildly. don't get me wrong, the band is great--they are tight and everyone hits the appointed notes at the appointed times, with the attendant challenging jazz keys and time signature changes and all that. i just find this kind of jazz more interesting with vocals, i think; and did i mention how great
xtingu's voice is? really, i'm not just saying that because i like her (though i do, very much). she has an impressive range, she can change from smooth and velvety to rough and trashy to "hey, i'm on broadway, hear me soar" on a dime, and she's got great stage presence. hey, you dudes+1 dudette in the band: use her!!!
(i don't know if anyone else noticed this or not, but...throughout the show, the band leader introduced the band 1 row at a time. they played a couple of songs, he introduced the front row; they played a couple more songs, he introduced the second row, and so on. unless i missed it, he never introduced
xtingu. what's up with that???)
READING: woman on the edge of time by marge piercy. this book was on my exam lists, but we (my advisor and i) decided to cut it a couple of months beforehand. i've been meaning to read it since then (as well as he, she, and it, also by piercy), but was so put off by piercy's abysmal the third child, which i blogged about awhile back (sorry, don't feel like looking up the ref just now), that i've been reluctant. the other day, after i finished michael crichton's next and then sean stewart's resurrection man, i was looking for another novel, and that's what i grabbed. i'm only on page 40, but already...i honestly can't believe this book was written by the same person who wrote the third child. this book is interesting, with nicely thick desriptive passages balanced with complex and lively narration, and the characters are well-drawn, particularly the 1st person narrator. i am also reading a bunch of stuff on biopower, and writing furiously about that concept in relation to my dissertation project.
WEARING: currently in bed, so i'm wearing underwear and a t-shirt (i was cold and alone again last night). soon to be nothing, since i'm getting into the shower.
PLANNING: this morning i'm indulging in a facial. i've never had one before, so it should be interesting. i'm probably insane--it's not that expensive, but it feels ridiculously indulgent. after that i'm going to walk to campus and do some work. my dissertation writing group is meeting this afternoon. tonight i'm meeting up with
glaucon,
drjohn who is in town looking for a place to live because he's got a shiny new job here, the aforementioned
xtingu, and perhaps a few other folks. the agenda is dinner, then pinball and "mind lubrication" followed by the lebowski fest at showbox.
(i don't know if anyone else noticed this or not, but...throughout the show, the band leader introduced the band 1 row at a time. they played a couple of songs, he introduced the front row; they played a couple more songs, he introduced the second row, and so on. unless i missed it, he never introduced
READING: woman on the edge of time by marge piercy. this book was on my exam lists, but we (my advisor and i) decided to cut it a couple of months beforehand. i've been meaning to read it since then (as well as he, she, and it, also by piercy), but was so put off by piercy's abysmal the third child, which i blogged about awhile back (sorry, don't feel like looking up the ref just now), that i've been reluctant. the other day, after i finished michael crichton's next and then sean stewart's resurrection man, i was looking for another novel, and that's what i grabbed. i'm only on page 40, but already...i honestly can't believe this book was written by the same person who wrote the third child. this book is interesting, with nicely thick desriptive passages balanced with complex and lively narration, and the characters are well-drawn, particularly the 1st person narrator. i am also reading a bunch of stuff on biopower, and writing furiously about that concept in relation to my dissertation project.
WEARING: currently in bed, so i'm wearing underwear and a t-shirt (i was cold and alone again last night). soon to be nothing, since i'm getting into the shower.
PLANNING: this morning i'm indulging in a facial. i've never had one before, so it should be interesting. i'm probably insane--it's not that expensive, but it feels ridiculously indulgent. after that i'm going to walk to campus and do some work. my dissertation writing group is meeting this afternoon. tonight i'm meeting up with
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Date: 2007-03-09 06:02 pm (UTC)This is one of my favorite books of all time. I don't think it's written all that gracefully in some spots, but the story line and the way the characters are drawn are just incredible.
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Date: 2007-03-12 04:29 am (UTC)Poor Andrew wrote me an email apologizing for forgetting to introduce me. That's never happened before! He had basically just met everyone in the band, so I'm sure he was in full-on ohmygod mode trying to remember the names of 16 new people. It also probably didn't help that I was standing behind him... outta sight = outta mind.