i heart...pch

sunday. 5 pm. california.

i heart....cute smarty pants musicians

it seems like i went to a lot of shows last month. i had every intention of writing in depth reviews along with some music but somehow the month came and went and now i am busy and tired and busy and i have a new camera that is occupying my time. so here's my report:
sufjan stevens. cute. smart. pretty music. has been referred to as "research paper rock". i like it. someone yelled out "danny devito" in between songs during this show. that made me laugh (dd happens to be a fan and was in attendance that eve). oh yeah, ss wore butterfly wings along with the 15 or so other people in his orchestra. it was nice. baby dayliner. one man. many styles. handsome. smart. funny. "a dance party for sexy intellects". you may ask yourself "does that describe me and my friends?" the answer is yes! (in all fairness we may not be intellects but we sure are smart enough to love a sexy dance party....right?) go get his album "critics pass away".

i heart....milestones

chances are, if you are an ifive reader, i know where you were and what you were doing one year ago. you were in palm springs with all of your closest pals for a very special wedding. i am feeling nostalgic today and just wanted to take a moment to wish shmoops and bunny a happy anniversary...here's to one year! i heart you guys!
(i'd also like this to serve as a friendly reminder to those of you who, like me, have been jerks and have not yet given a gift to the happy couple...the year is up so get on it!)

i heart....el mime combat

a while ago my pal tom and i discovered that we've both had the odd (but fortunate) experience of pissing off a clown. my story involved me unintentionally cutting off a small red yugo on the 405. i looked in my rearview mirror to offer a friendly wave as if to say "sorry" when i was stricken by the violent image of a large and scary clown screaming and flipping me off from inside the small red vehicle...
tomtom told me the tale of a work trip to mexico where he witnessed a clown making out with a teenage girl. naturally tom did what anyone else would do in that moment and took a picture. the smooching clown noticed this, did not like it and wanted to fight my friend for documenting his intimate moment...

tom has since returned to mexico and he checked in with me via IM yesterday. the following is the chat that ensued:

him: i am so in mexico for the next month
me: for a month!?
me: when do you leave?
him: i'm here already
me: are you getting in fights with any mexican clowns?
him: not this time - but i only just got here yesterday
me: well i look forward to many stories
him: i'm all about getting agro with mime artists these days
me: "if i wasn't stuck in this imaginary glass box your ass would so be going down!"
me: "you are dead meat once i reach the end of my imaginary neverending hanky!"
him: you just made me laugh out loud in the factory office. i can't explain the joke to mexicans
me: thinking of you trying to explain it is making me laugh out loud
me:"so...it's a box
it's clear...
claro"
him: oh shit -
me: you can't see it
him: claro means bright
me: oh
him: like "una vasso"
but square..
and i'm stuck in it see...?
(mime being stuck in a water glass)
me: but what's funny about it is i am an ANGRY mime
and i want to beat you up
oh- you don't know what a mime is?
my face is black and white and i dont' talk
only with my manos
him: my cheeks hurt
me: yo non hablo
only con mi manos
solo con mi manos!!!
him: i have given up trying to hide my laughter
they can just stare away
me: i recall our last chat was mostly in french
him: write the blog about it!
me: i love when we get bilingual
me: so today's haiku is all about the mime?
him: languages, angry mime, not hiding the laughter
faux languages
me: tres bueno
him: franglais, spanglish

him: i am going to go read for a bit.
me: ok, i guess i will work
me: or
me: work on my spanish mime combat haiku
him: have your people call my people some time, K? Ciao
me: keep in touch
him: yes - love to hear more about your project. fax a copy to my office


tom, this is the most poetic follow up i could have ever wished for:

i heart....coodzie

i was traveling last week which is why i missed haikuesday...did you?
i was in new york visiting one lady brenner for her birthday. although it is a few days late i thought it would only be appropriate to honor her by declaring this haikuesday as "HI-COODZ!" day.

BERRY STAINED LIPS
SUCCESSFUL CRUISING, TIGHT SLACKS.
UNOBTAINABLE!
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(as a follow up, i recieved an email from my mother today that fit today's theme perfectly. i just had to adapt into a haiku on behalf of mama faux and add it to the original post):

have you heard of this?
the KISS toothbrush, plays music.
wouldn't coodz love it?!