Tuesday, July 13, 2004


we're headed into the studio today (camp street, with sean slade) to put "war pigs" onto magentic tape for posterity. there's been talk of using it on the next Rock Against Bush compilation...though i think a better idea would be to rent a red white and blue hearse during the Republican National Convention and blast it through speakers from the roof while driving around NYC. so many ideas, so little time.

the video for "coin-operated boy" is finished and it looks absolutely ridiculous, in the lovliest way.

it will probably be seeing the light of day on the site and in the world within the next few months.

it was an exhausting four days of shooting and the crew were just fucking heaven-sent...it was really an honour to be around so many people working such long, arduous hours for the glory of art. we couldn't thank these people enough, from the lighting crew to the extras to the people who just flew in to lend a hand with art and costumes or slather some make-up on or donate food...what an expereince. we're humbled.

favorite new music of mine.....

i've recently discovered Muse and it's love at first listen.
I've also been listening to Yann Tiersen. he's the composer of the "amelie" soundtrack
and has some great stuff up his sleeve: www.yanntiersen.com

i'm also re-re-discovering the smiths. i do this every few years. what an incredible band.
i recommmend "the queen is dead" or "meat is murder" for the uninitiated. the more i listen
to this stuff the more i realize that it must have had extreme subconscious workings
on my own writing when i was a teenager.

Monday, July 05, 2004

07/05/04 - Haiku for the day

making video
for coin-operated boy
is fucking tiring

Friday, July 02, 2004


i wonder how much of myself i'm really entitled or expected to reveal.

everybody sees something different, desires something different, everybody including my own various incarnations from day to day.

perhaps these posts would be more satisfying if they self-destructed within fifteen minutes of creation.

The truth changes the moment we utter it....we edit, we rethink, we press 3 and erase and record again...trying to find the perfect words.

sometimes i feel like a complete paradox. some people assume that i am this self-confident woman full of purposeful direction. but it's all relative. some of the most convincing arguments are borne of clever

i have the sinking feeling that the more people know about me and my life (and the more fulfilled my little narcissistic fantasy becomes)the more danger i am in; yet the more opportunity i have to take it all and knead it like bread and pound it into something good, something worthwhile, something....useful...?