Looks like the trailer for the Spike Jonze-directed film version of the Maurice Sendak masterpiece hit the internet!
October 16th can’t come soon enough. But I’ll wait it out, because contrary to what the thermostat outside says… winter is almost over.
For shame, I wish Art Brut would have spread this out, but here are their non-Minnesota friendly tour dates (Ok, ok – Chicago isn’t THAT far):
US June Tour
June 1 New York, Mercury Lounge
June 2 New York, Mercury Lounge
June 3 New York, Mercury Lounge
June 4 New York, Mercury Lounge
June 5 New York, Mercury Lounge
June 6 Philadelphia. Johnny Brendas
June 8 Chicago, Schubas Tavern
June 9 Chicago, Schubas Tavern
June 10 Chicago, Schubas Tavern
June 11 Chicago, Schubas Tavern
June 12 Chicago, Schubas Tavern
June 13 Seattle, Neumos
June 15 San Francisco, Independent
June 16 LA, Spaceland
June 17 LA, Spaceland
June 18 LA, Spaceland
June 19 LA, The Echo
Something has happened in the past couple months that has made me vehemently opposed to writing. Not because I dislike it, or because I really don’t want to do it – essentially it’s hard to describe why. But this chart should help:
A: I’m generally lazy
B: Being in front of my computer makes me feel slightly uncomfortable (probably because the more I don’t write, the more unproductive shame I feel, and the more likely I would be to avoid going near any word processing program altogether)
C: I haven’t been especially stimulated by anything new I’ve read or listened to in months (disclaimer: see reason A – aka: I’m not really trying either)
D. I have moved, and I don’t chain smoke cigarettes in my new digs. (What is it about smoking that can make you spend hours and hours in front of a computer screen?)
So, the distraction of that list and pie chart aside – the deal is – I finally picked up a book to read – so I’m slowly but surely working on a return to the internet. Or, writing on it, and waxing obsessively about this and that. This step is surely accelerated by my weekend purchase of a pair of magical Sony v600 headphones. Truthfully, they aren’t in the best cosmetic shape, but they a) came with their original screw-off adapter and b) they sound magical, so the fact that there is shiny black mylar-esque material shredding off is perfectly acceptable.
And you can’t disagree with me if you’ve ever had a pair of these – PLUS even if a pair of these babies makes me look like a giant awkward nerd girl, the perfectly nuanced pleasure that my ears get to experience is one-hundred percent worth it. Even today on the way home from work, as the light rail sped through the Hiawatha city limits and the 21 chugged down Lake Street, I was transported to a completely different place that was blissful and made my one-hour-plus commute seem like a span of time that encompasses the blink of an eye.
And then I sigh dreamily.
Let’s go sing.