Friday, March 23, 2007

spring songs

ok.

I am making a prediction as to what shall end up as my favourite spring song for 2007 (nb: i am procrastinating doing dishes).

Last year, Belle and Sebastian's Life Pursuit won by a landslide. Notably Funny little Frog. The year prior it was a song by The Editors (one of three, haven't yet decided which).

This year, the song choice predictions are as follows:
Satellite, from Guster
Dashboard, from Modest Mouse
Ruby, from Kaiser Chiefs.

So far, Ruby Ruby Ruby Rubaaaaay is winning.
The Kaiser Chiefs are over there ---->

Growl. He can read my comic book any day ....
(isn't he so many shades of John Taylor)


So, the frontrunner: for this briefest moment of novelty, the Kaiser Chiefs are ahead — but will it last? Will they, could they, w i n?
Maybe it will be the mice. Or the guses. or, some upstart new song....


ahhh the drama.


Entries are welcome. Send to wrygrinn [at] gmail [dot] com.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

proustian weather

(change it up, make the phrase mine ...)

This misty, gusty sexxy day has awoken in me a certain mischievous, quiet, coy imp. It is all hair blowing in whirlwinds, heavy air with cool invigorating scent, raincoats and puddles and umbrellas and slightly red noses. I am remembering things not thought of in years. Of hidden moments under a bridge near Carleton University; or soaked hair, cool but sweaty skin and hint of a cold that will be beaten after hours of solitary kayaking in the rain with loons playing hide and seek. The thrill of new ideas and thoughts to be uncovered in debate/class/books/friends with the scent of wet wool sweaters filling the nose; lying on footboards during a tech rehearsal, skin tingling from the joy/challenge/fun/flirtation involved; cooking a lavish and ungainly dinner for friends where everyone drank too much, laughed too much and stayed over because they did not want to leave that moment; of standing talking to strangers at 4 a.m. on the street and feeling an epiphany begin with their response to my smile; moving to a new city, country, continent!; the unconscious knowledge of someone unwittingly, despite choice, love-ing me.

I am awash, reeking with promise. And it is so sexxy.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

procrastination #45,679

A blog pointed me to a site claiming to divulge the meaning "behind one's name."

Because I am being stupidly coy on this blog I shall not reveal my actual, given name just the supposed meaning "behind" my name. Stupid because only those I know tend to read this blog, and coy because it is fun to be so AND in case someone unknown or unwanted finds this bit of procrastination. If that were not idiotic enough, this coyness is even more stupid since my picture is up and a lot of people DO call me elliott after a tipsy friend started using it years ago at a party ... 'Sides, if I DID write my name anyone who did not know me might read it and then either say my name incorrectly or think it with an incorrect pronunciation and the global waves of that would send chills down my spine, curdle my blood and raise ire. <<-- reasonable, eh?

So, combining the "behind" of all three of my names, I am a blissful person who enjoys philosophy, arts and has a regal bearing. I'm also supposed to be religious (not!) and to dive into things wholeheartedly.

The kabalarians take a different tack than merely assigning meaning to each name. According to their web site, the combination of the letters in one's entire name "could be the single biggest factor holding back your personal and business success." And they will make suggestions on how to change your name for benefit for the fee of $30 U.S.
BUT - they offer a quick and dirty one name analysis.

Here's mine:

• Although the name ******* creates idealism and the urge to help others, we emphasize that it causes a blunt expression that alienates others.
• This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the nervous system, and tension or accidents to the head.
• Your name of ******* has given you an idealistic nature with a desire to help others.
• Your initiative often causes you to be the first to act when you see a need.
• Since you are impressionable and receptive, you feel the misfortunes of others very keenly.
• However, this deep feeling makes it awkward for you to express your deeper thoughts and feelings with finesse and diplomacy to the extent that your candid, sometimes blunt, manner of speaking creates misunderstandings with others.
• Being somewhat self-centred, you learn through your own experiences, as you rarely take advice from others.
• Yet, you are sensitive and very easily hurt and offended.
• You long for praise and appreciation for your efforts, but others find it difficult to understand you.

Shockingly, they're pretty bloody accurate.


Here's Elliott:

• Although the name Elliott creates the urge to understand others, we point out that it causes you to be emotional and temperamental.
• This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the fluid systems, liver and the bloodstream.
• Your first name of Elliott has given you a quick-minded, sensitive nature.
• It gives you a clever, creative ability in art, music, singing, or drama and an appreciation for refined surroundings.
• Your sociable nature expresses affection, kindness, and thoughtfulness to the extent that it is difficult for you not to be affected by others and governed by your emotions, rather than by logic and reason.
• As you respond to love and encouragement from others, your romantic and dreamy nature can easily lead you into love affairs.

Hmmm. Also maybe not too off (except the liver stuff. grodie). It appears these kabalarians produce something akin to daily horoscopes, vague enough to be accurate always.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

baudrillard

"The need to speak, even if one has nothing to say, becomes more pressing when one has nothing to say, just as the will to live becomes more urgent when life has lost its meaning."
— Jean Baudrillard (1929 to March 6, 2007)

May the hyperbolic French man rest in peace. I, for one, shall miss attempting to untangle his thoughts.