Song Project

So Matt Kelley is doing a kind of cool series on his facebook called a 30 Song Challenge, where certain associations are chosen, and you pick a song to go with it... He's seven days into the challenge, so I'm going to catch up!

1. My favorite song.. Bjork, "Unravel"

2. My least favorite song... Pearl Jam, "Last Kiss."  Hate that song.

3. A song that makes me happy.. The Beatles, "Here Comes the Sun"

4. A song that makes me sad... Cat Power, "Good Woman"

5. A song that reminds me of somebody... Finch, "Letters to You," reminds me of Patrick Keefer, my first love.  Finch was our shit- we were little screamo kids.

6. A song that reminds me of somewhere... Jimmy Buffett, "Fins," reminds me of Holden Beach, North Carolina, where my family would vacation when I was younger.  We were such parrotheads that when someone asked to pass the salt, the whole family would shout "SALT, SALT, SALT" the way they do when Buffett performs "Margaritaville."

7. A song that reminds me of a specific event...Pennywise, "Stand By Me" reminds me of my grandmother's funeral.  Weird, but completely true.  I can't hear the punk version of this song without thinking of my dead grandmother.

The Fourth of July always makes me nostalgic. It reminds me of, I don't know, The Sandlot and Colin leaving for Arizona, and playing kickball in the alley behind Sakura, and my family, and how fireworks are never as magical as they should be. I mean, they're already pretty magical, but I guess I just want them to live up to their movie-quality effect, and I'm never impressed.

Yesterday was a good day, I had a good night at work, I had a great time being with my wonderful family, and still, when I got home, I started unraveling. I always thought I was pretty healthy in my head, but now I'm starting to wonder if maybe a whisper of depression could be curling its way around my brain. But what is healthy and normal anyway?

from FlicksNews

I'm starting my Woody Allen project this week.  I will watch every Woody Allen movie starting with Take the Money and Run (What's Up Tiger Lily? is just too oddball- I've seen it, but didn't really like it) and I'm going to write about my experiences watching each movie. If you know me, you know Woody Allen is my Lord and Savior, and watching his filmography is the best way I can think of to spend my time until school starts.

Also, I've found the man I'm going to marry.

 

 There's a great article about him here. 

He's a junior agent at the literary agency Writer's House. Which is where I'm going to work someday. And he's got a killer sense of humor- I read his profile on Publisher's Marketplace, and he's adorable. 

I've decided I want to become an agent, because I love working with publishers, but I also love working with authors. I mean, I can't wait to get this chapbook idea with Jon Gavazzi and Julianna Dzierwa going, because I want to design and publish their work together- I know we could market it. And I feel like I was meant to do this for a living, I just need to prove myself.

So I made a friend last night at Turp's. His name is Garrett, and he says he has something like four manuscripts that he's trying to get published. I'm going to read them and figure something out. I swear, if it means making up a prestigious-sounding agency name and bullshitting my way, I will work my ass off to prove myself.

So I'm a little bit all over the place this week.  But that's okay.

from buzznet