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If you have to be at work for 24 hours….

29 Jul

…you might as well be working on a piece about this concert?

I think George Harrison is my favorite Beatle.  Even though he’s the “quiet one” and I’m not.


Claire v. Marc: Lady Gaga is hot v. Lady Gaga is not hot

1 Jul

I'd hit that...but she'd probably hit me back.

Claire: Lady Gaga is hot

Marc: Lady Gaga is NOT hot.

Claire: I challenge you to a blog duel

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The OFFICIAL (unofficial) song of summer

16 Jun

Only because I haven’t bothered to mention it here yet:

Wherein Claire and Molly Predict 2010’s Song of the Summer

13 Jun

Every summer has a song.  It’s the one you pretend to hate but then immediately start dancing to if you hear it at the Gap.  The one that is stuck in your head for days and you don’t really mind…until about mid-July.  You know, the one Drew won’t let you play on repeat at the park (well, not until he’s had at least 80 ounces of Olde English).  So, Claire and I sat down last night and went through the contenders.  If you’re hoping I’ll just tell you what it’s going to be without taking you through the whole listening/music-video-watching/sangria-drinking process, you sooo don’t know this blog.  Let’s get started. Continue reading

Thumbs Up/Thumbs Down with Claire

29 Nov

It’s Thanksgiving weekend. I’ve spent three days in Florida with no one but old people to keep me company.  What else do I have to do?

Thumbs up: Lost Season 3. Okay, I really like Lost now.  Season one was pretty good. Season two was stellar. I’m now about 3/4ths of the way though season three and I’ll admit it, I am fully addicted invested. Yesterday, I refused to come to dinner because I still had 15 minutes of an episode left.

Thumbs down: I’m in Florida but it’s too cold to go to the beach

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This Week in Janice: Songs That Begin With the Letter F

14 Sep

mom_headphonesJanice has an iPhone. She doesn’t have any songs on her computer, so when I was in town last month I filled her phone’s iPod feature with my music at her request. When I made a return visit three weeks later, I asked how she liked the songs. “I don’t know how to listen to them,” she told me, “what button do a press for the music?” Oh, Mom.

I helped her figure out how to use the iPod feature, and now Janice can listen to music on her cell phone. She has been updating me on what she does and does not like. Her are some choice music reviews, printed below (notice that all of the songs begin with the letter F):

Subj: 1 song-listentoit again yourself

Faberge Falls for Shuggie by [Of Montreal] on album Hissing Fauna, Are you the Destroyer…whatever…they are off key-they can’t sing. Words that I caught are interesting, but reflect on first 2 comments. Or am I missing sth? I like Fancy Claps, on Apologies to Queen Mary.

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I don’t even LIKE soy lattes

11 Sep
She also drinks soy lattes

She also drinks soy lattes

German and I were at a bar last night and we’d already ordered beers before we realized it was a karaoke bar.  It was a Thursday (the drinking man’s “bad idea night”) and we were on the Upper East Side, which meant that everyone there was super sloshed and singing late 90s alt-rock songs off key. Someone selected Train’s “Drops of Jupiter,” which has my least favorite song lyric of all time:

“The best soy latte that you’ve ever had/And me”

I never learned all of the words to “Drops of Jupiter,” (funny, that) and last night was the first time I noticed that the song also contained another, equally lame line:

“She checks out Mozart while she does Tae-Bo.”

I can’t decide if this is better or worse than the soy latte lyric. Also, this is the second Train song I know that describes the way a woman exercises;  “Meet Virginia” contains a line about a woman who does Stairmaster in high heels, or maybe the treadmill or something. I can’t remember. That lyric proves the song is fictional. This Virginia woman is clearly a figment of a sad man’s imagination. No woman exercises in high heels. Ever. He probably thinks that women don’t fart either. Well, guess what? We do.

(Sidenote: “Meet Virginia” opens with a line about how Virginia doesn’t own a dress and her hair is always a mess. So is she supposed to be a tomboy slob or a sex kitten? Continuity error!)

The soy latte and Tae-Bo lyrics make the song incredibly dated and they sound stupid.  But are they the worst lyrics ever? Probably not. Some other contenders:

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