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hello, y’all!

I have a new blog. And a website. They’re very shiny.

This blog was primarily for feministy and school content; the new blog is more representative of my actual life (fandom, writing, church) and has a slightly more polished writing style. If that sounds interesting to you, feel free to mosey on over this way:

www.saunteringvaguelyupward.com

vid: out of sight

I will be writing a longer post later about my efforts to be an ally in anti-racism (and trying to root out my own racism without succumbing to the temptation of white guilt). But, right now? I want to share with you some pretty.

Here is a vid! Which I made myself! The source is The Foreigner (1978), which you do not need to have seen at all.

Warning: This vid includes multiple shots of the Twin Towers from Ground Zero. If that’s something that might upset you, I recommend you pass on by.

Password is bestfriends.

out of sight from verity erin on Vimeo.

YAY.

Get your Gmail stickers

I think this is pretty cool, but I am also someone who, when purchasing her iPod in 2006, had her gmail address engraved on the back in case it got lost, because that is (still!) the most reliable way to contact me.

Of the books from last post:
Doodle Stitching and Kyuuto! Japanese Crafts!: Woolly Embroidery are good for the embroidery beginner (or, the needleworker who has gotten tired of cross-stitch kits, as in this case). I’m still waiting on an embroidery kit coming from a friend (Jen of Rabid Designs) to test these out, so more on that later.
Food Matters was informative, but I mostly bought it for the recipes, which look delicious as expected. I haven’t had the opportunity to test drive any of them yet.
Yes Means Yes! and Bitchfest are full of awesome essays. I haven’t looked at Bitchfest yet, but some standouts from Yes Means Yes! are Kate Harding’s “How Do You Fuck a Fat Woman?”, Stacey May Fowles’ “The Fantasy of Acceptable ‘Non-Consent’: Why the Female Sexual Submissive Scares Us (And Why She Shouldn’t)…”, and Latoya Peterson’s “The Not-Rape Epidemic.”

From this list of books, one might gather that I have not had much free time lately, and that would be accurate. Between applying to graduate school and other obligations, the most non-coursework reading I have gotten done was a Harlequin romance novel (they are offering 16 free ebooks in celebration of their 60th anniversary in publishing, so hie thyself over there, romance readers). I also have giant stack of research-related tomes looming over my head. Literally, when they are stacked on my desk. At least they are about punk rock and no wave, and thus far from dull.

Finally, despite the bitter winter weather, I have managed at least one day in my new shoes, and it was comfortable and fabulous day. I approve.

a quick post

I’m about to leave for a pre-inaugral vacation to Ohio. In lieu of actual thought, I’ll share a nifty link and some exciting books + clothes I’ve acquired – more about them next update.
cool things of the now
cool things of the now by isthisironic

The shoes are a gift from my boyfriend (as is the vacation) – I must give him credit for knowing what a girl wants, what a girl needs, etc.

Cool video:
Jennifer 8. Lee: Who was General Tso? and other
mysteries of American Chinese food.

My mother got me this book for Christmas:

no wave post-punk

I enjoyed it; I’ve always liked no wave. I started listening to music before I had regular internet access, so I turned, as ever, to books . Rolling Stone’s Women in Rock and Alec Foege’s Confusion is Next, a history of Sonic Youth, were the two volumes that guided my listening selections as a young teenager. I don’t even remember how I found Sonic Youth, but my suspicion is that they were a recommendation from my librarian, Tom. The library had an extensive CD collection, where I discovered Joy Division and the Pixies, among others.

As a result of Confusion is Next, I listened to Sun Ra and His Solar Arkestra alongside Hole, PJ Harvey, Sonic Youth, and Blink 182. I can’t claim that my choices were the result of a sophisticated ear or a precocious musical palate, but I enjoyed all of them. The first song I ever downloaded from the internet was Lydia Lunch and Rowland S. Howard’s “What is Memory,” which was a free mp3 download somewhere. (I had about three weeks of self-righteous glory in refusing to illegally download music after my family got internet at home. Then I caved and installed Napster.) So the stars of no wave and I have had a long musical history.

No Wave: Post-Punk. Underground. New York. 1976-1980. is an excellent oral and photographic history of that time period. It captures what I had known (or been able to conceive of, at 13 or 14): the grittiness, poverty, dirtiness of New York in the late seventies and early eighties.

Lydia Lunch was 16 and 17 at the zenith of the no wave scene. I was surprised to discover that I’ve been unwittingly aping her style, decades in the future.

The thing that I always loved, and which always fascinated me about no wave, was the wealth of strong, brash women making music and involved in the scene. Lydia Lunch, although she might have been the teen queen bee, was far from an exception. The untutored sound of many no wave bands was what invited in their members, many of whom had never played an instrument before. Lunch, Ikue Mori, Pat Place, Barbara Ess, Adele Bertai, and Nancy Arlen were just a few of the women in the bands that comprised the no wave scene.

Of course, as I always do, I exhausted my library resources and requested a number of related books to read. You call it what you want; I’ll call it distraction from the stress of the academic year. I also bought Rome ’78, a film starring many no wave regulars, because I couldn’t find it through any lending venue. As it turns out, the movie is out of print, but it’s available on DVD from Don of Subterranean Cinema for a reasonable price.

Tonight, I am listening to Telefon Tel Aviv, an IDM ensemble who are not really related to this post at all.

This corner of the web came into being as the result of the following quote on overheardinny.com:

Frumpy mom, holding up item for hipster tween daughter: Catherine, is this ironic?

–Beacon’s Closet, Williamsburg

For some reason, this struck me as both apt and significant.