macy's thanksgiving day parade

secretly (or maybe not so secretly), i would love to grow up and be a radio city rockette. unfortunately, there's a minimum height requirement of about five-foot-six...and i fall about six inches short.

oh well, i can still be a rock star :)
happy thanksgiving, everyone.

sodo lobby, round two and ten

today was one of those days where i uttered the words 'oh' and 'fuck' so slowly together under my breath every time someone bought into the consumerism ogranism growing beneath the siren's eyes down south of where the dome used to stand. 'oh, fuck' i thought as i watched four hundred and something paper cups get thrown into the trash bins, getting changed and turned and taken away to a dumpster somewhere to rot the planet a little more. i listened to the words roll slowly off my lips and hit the floor with a silent bang, and i watched the planet get buried a little bit more knowing i was helping a great deal. we make it all to go, and it's easier to trash that way. 'shit' i'd mutter a little louder watching the litter line the linoleum floor: leftovers of uneaten lunch and so on pushing the limits of the can liners.

i cannot do this enough to get out, and i cannot do this any longer.

foxy.

probably around their first year as a real band, i started watching sub-motive after i saw them perform jimi hendrix's 'foxy lady' at the old club adrian venue. i remember the show pretty well- it was truce's first show with a name they finally settled on, and i fell in love with burke thomas' side project, pris, that night too. i was, of course, there for the headlining band, go ahead... but i remember buying my first real band tee after i saw josiah whip his bass around in the middle of the song. it was later that night that i found out who jimi hendrix was, and managed to catch them a few times a year ever since.
they're pretty damn talented.
i couldn't find a video from last night, but not a ton of people were there. neumo's is a small venue... you know, the kind you can walk into and feel the music playing before you hear it.

it's a few years old, but this is a pretty sweet video of sub-motive playing foxy lady. again. the guitarist just kills it, right?

makes me feel like i'm fifteen and sneaking off to shows all over again.

rock me amadeus

playlist of the day because i can't get these songs out of my head:

'zombie' - the cranberries
'infra-red' - placebo
'low place like home' - sneaker pimps
'crimes' - the blood brothers
'dawn of the dead' - schoolyard heroes
'night of the living dead' - tilly and the wall
'call the doctor' - sleater-kinney
'teen heat' - the blood brothers
'deadwing' - porcupine tree
'i miss you' - blink 182
'cecilia' - the blood brothers
'shankill butchers' - the decemberists
'rock & roll and the teenage desperation' - loudermilk
'long haired child' - devendra banhart
'hit the mirror' - king elementary
'otherside' - red hot chili peppers
'my first kiss and the public execution' - the blood brothers
'phenomena' - yeah yeah yeahs
'karma police' - radiohead
'booksmart devil' - silversun pickups
'i wanna be your joey ramone' - sleater-kinney
'pink bullets' - the shins
'pink noise' - beck
'money' - pink floyd
'lady madonna' - the beatles
'naomi' - neutral milk hotel
'6 underground' - sneaker pimps
'international velvet' - catatonia
'gold lion' - yeah yeah yeahs

pull me long shots.

...and he walked toward my table like he knew before strolled in that he was going to sit in the empty chair facing me. quickly, and out of old habit, i flipped over the book i was reading, because in the last nine hours i'd remembered why i'd been hesitant to read books by ordinary radicals who believed in a god. and like any smooth talker he sized me up and asked me not what i was reading, but why i'd tried to hide it. i've never been one to be a smooth liar. i've almost given it up. so i tried to explain it, and with a confused look, he asked why i'd ever let anyone make me feel like i shouldn't do what i loved. and i've never given anyone my reasoning in its entirety, because i'm much better at distracting and changing the subject and focusing it on you. and he played the game as well as i did, and he pressed and pressed. but i'm a seasoned athlete in the sport of subject changing, and every smooth talker is a little bit arrogant because the good ones know they bat their lashes well. and i told him it didn't make sense. maybe some other time. because most people, i've learned, only meet me once. and he told me more about himself. and then i found out we're attending the same small university and, hell, we even have the same job...

hey megalomaniac: you're no jesus.

i wish i knew offhand who sang that song...
anyway.
starbucks is going into overload for the holiday season per usual. the only difference this year is that i'm on the giving end instead of the receiving. yay starbucks?
setting up for huge event at headquarters.
and
of course,
looking for the cord that connects my camera to my computer.

nothing interesting is going on at present (and of course, the noteworthy things are not things to discuss on blogs).
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thanks, to slightlynorth's photo stream.
totes jacked the photo because i loved it.
i think today i'm going to take photos of downtown seattle...

engine heart.

so i'm taking my first ballet class in... years.

i doubt i've mentioned it, but i did ballet for twelve years... it's still more than half my life, and it's odd to wrap my head around sometimes. i quit when i was sixteen because my eating disorder got really bad. by textbook standards, someone needs to be self-inducing their vomiting at least three times a week to be bulimic, and i was at about three to five times a day (every day). it was so much a part of my life, and i can't really explain why or when it finally stopped, but.... i'm better now so it's okay. but it was a long road, and i'd be lying if i said ballet had nothing to do with it. i started taking more than one class a week when i was nine, and i became bulimic when i was ten. after that.... by the time i was sixteen i was in classes and rehearsal taking company classes around thirty hours a week. that plus school... my grades were horrible and i was pretty tiny. i wasn't skinny skinny skinny.... so it wasn't incredibly noticeable, plus i'm only five feet tall... but it was all so long ago.
i quit ballet when i was sixteen because it was taking a toll on every part of my life. i'd never really looked back since. i always miss it, but i never danced that much again. i think the last time i took a drop-in class for ballet... it was over three years ago. part of me is always a little hesitant to take a class again because of how into it all i was.
but my body misses dancing more than anything.
i haven't taken a dance class in over a year... and that is the most unusual feeling. don't get me wrong, i still get exercise. i run... but it's not dancing.

so today
in three hours
i'll be in a ballet class. oddly enough, it's a drop-in class in one of the extra classrooms of my old ballet school where i was an apprentice company dancer. it's going to be in the classroom where i began my partnering classes and where i taught five-year olds when i couldn't pay for all of my classes.
but a physical return isn't necessarily an emotional return.
and so... here i go.

"good stuff" she said.