A new Resume of charm post, thanks to my charming roomate Wesley, for allowing me to use his computer. December has been off to an amazing start, having awesome dreams, adventures with heart friends, reading awesome books (Women and water, Menustration and Jewish Law. Vintage valentines, The book of The saints) and, believe it or not awesome, working at a rad toystore downtown. (mostly cutting stickers off of strips! fun!) and tonight, making crafts and catching up on blogging. To do so, we'll start with Polka Dot Dot Dot, the magical trio hailing from around the country. Their show at Rontoms in portland was so tight , and i'm dying to see them once more. (not to mention that we all had an awesome sleepover, and decadent breakfast the next day!) Go see them at their midwest and southern dates.
http://www.myspace.com/thepolkadotdotdot
I reccomend listening to "nijewel" on their site, my favourite track of the album, syzygy, might be one of the most swoonworthy songs of all time. (and then the cosmos coalesced, in a starflecked sweater vest. You told me your name, it came from men who made trains, and i was wide eyed. You told me the ground, is where the rail got that sound, and I was undone)
Also, dearest Amina Foxdye just released the third issue of her zine, Sugar and Heartstrings. Totally reccomended! Go ahead and order it from my favourite distro, Ms. Valerie park.
Tomorrow, In art, during portland's first thursday, There is a faux rock poster show at Floating World comics. Many awesome artists are hanging, and of the few i've seen, the posters are swell.
And finally, my band Overcome By The Power Of Love has a few recordings posted, which we will have a huge release party in seattle, and hopefully portland for.
My advice; get a friend to hold, it's sunny here, but certainly chillier.
Shine on, Danielle Warhola
And signing out, one of time's nicest songs, and how i am feeling very frequently.
Brief 1. Negative Bulge art show at ZFloating work comics, Kinoko, Luke Ramsey, Sean Christanson Awesome but true. 2. Craft time 3. Crafting with Julia and Brodie, Sean and Baby Frank. Brussels sprouts, naming most countries in the world in 15 miniutes. 4. Tigercore with the H8ers, Carney Jerkwater, Rockhausen and MC foxdyE/ MC Billy Mays 5. Super sleepy morning embraces and heart to hearts. 6. Making breakfast with a half dozen friends 7. More super sleepy times 8. Wanting to sleep hella 9. Chopped and screwed until all hours. More hanging out. 10. More hanging out. 11. More garden variety hanging out. 12. More of the same. 13. good night and remember that you have a Danielle warhola who loves you.
And I will now remember, I have absolutely nothing to fear.
And like slick summer in it's finest green wetness, slip with a smile in very little clothing.
Accomplished: Kiss awkwardly Collect swine flu points get stoked
check in where a heart is at oh, it's exactly as you left it. Good.
In an atumnnal time of too much fun and socializing, I am gathering books, much like the squirrels skittering over treestumps and by the wires outside of high windows are gathering nuts and other savory items. I'm not very good at going out in my new city. I'd rather be alone than go to parties, but I think that part of it is being scared of what's new and trying to remember that I'm the same person who left seattle. Well loved and a good person. A cat adopted me. His name is Oliver, and he is orange. He sleeps with me a lot of the time. I went to a party last night, with a fox and a skunk. I was my rabbit self. I need to be overcome by the power of love as soon as possible.
Books I am going to read today.
And, a swedish miniseries by Ingmar Bergman about relationships that I am going to watch.Should be theraputic. I think I may feel veuyeristic after this.
Things I read this week:
"The Memory collective" and "Where are you from?" (A.M O'malley)
Dinosaur Song (Daria Tessler)
Mome Fall 2008
Beatlemania; as told by the fans who were there (Very funny book.)
amidst all the chaos, wheels forcing us to go slow. Up to our ankles in wind, water, other bluegreen things
The princess was high in her castle, asleep, when Lisa fought her way past the snakes. "Why are you cruel to people who have never hurt you?" she asked of them. On reaching the tower, she was in dismay to find her companion still, and she assumed, dead. She wept a waterfall crystal and pearl tears, causing the princess to wake. "Silly Lisa, why are you crying?" And she then asked Lisa to live with her forever in castle. Happy Happy.
Der Wald vor lauter Baumen
She tried very hard to connect to other human beings. And I wept.
I'm in the fabulous multnomah county library Belmont branch, doing a portland favourite activity - looking for work.
This week i have done many things, and had a couple minor breakdowns. Luckily, i am in wonderful health and can remember that I am not alone, and not an Island. Neither are you. Things will certainly even out.
Today I made tea with Mullien, Nettle, and Chickory root. Good for tiny congestions!
A long walk in the sun that has recently come out, sleeping in my new attic wonderplace, reading "we're going to see the beatles!" (An oral history of Beatlemania as told by the fans who were there) and issues of the wonderful art magazing Mome.
This weekend
1. Long, langourous times staring into lawns still green resisting winter
2. Seeing "Jizz Wizard", an amazing electrofunk band in a flooding basement
3. Went to a Benefit Show for the Elliot Free state, Where the band Slow Teeth played. Super show, and for more information about the Elliot Free state check out http://forestdefensenow.org/
4. Went to an ambient noise party at The Watershed, embroidered, got stressed, remembered the healing nature of forests and being alone.
5. Spent three hours making breakfast, played pinball, drank raw goat milk, Talked in bed with a friend for hours.
So dear readers/lookers; I'm not sure what happened with that flyer.
Uhhh, also My band Overcome By the Power of Love is playing a last miniute show/party tonight at the Lofts in Sodo. It's going to be a multi-loft party with Jack Wilson and the Wife Stealers, Scratchmaster joe, and others. I better not put the adress in my public blog, so if you don't know i guess you can't go. (Or you can be a friend and feel free to call!) We're on at 10:30.
I know i've been blogging more, it's just that I can't put mp3 and video into a zine. And i would never put things this trivial on paper. It is fun, though.
And really, this is easier to communicate the trivialities of my tastes.
I can gush about how much i love my bandmates, fin and april how much i will miss my seattle job how much i am into disco falsetto my empty bedroom of two years unicorn stitch the collapse period stains and dirt footprints on my mattress upkeep
There is a MARMOSET loose in the University district (not a joke, his name is Rafiki and he weighs around a pound. He was wearing a baby blue diaper when we went AWOL.) There a signs in plastic all around, so it's really not a joke. I did find an animal rights pamphlet in my stockpile of zines and ALF propaganda a day or so after the signs appeared, with a marmoset screaming on the front. It's a totally horrifying image, but it allows me to fully know what i should be looking for. Very tiny.
Also, My friend Rosa Lazzarini has an art show up at the deerborn house.
Hello kittens. Happy chilly day, pacific north westerners! Today I am going to discuss some more outdated media. A film, a zine, and a band.
First, the film. I stumbled upon a 1970 movie called Brewster Mccloud a few years ago, when all the video rental stores were selling video tapes for like 25 cents to make room for the digital video disc medium. With a taste for the supersaturated and tacky, it seemed like a good pick by the cover and description. The film is about a young, reclusive creature named Brewster who resides in a fallout shelter in the astrodome in Huston, Texas. He is building a pair of wings and training his body in an attempt to eventually fly away. This may sound like an iccarus situation, but it's way more neccesary than all of that. His companion Louise cares for him, when he ventures to the outside world where people are oftentimes harsh, racist, and violent. He and Louise are birds trapped in human bodies, essentially. There are wierd car chases, a murder subplot, and a romantic interest (Shelly Duval, who i really love. This was actually her first time in a film.) who leads directly to Brewster's downfall. The movie deals with Human restraints and the things done in an attempt to feel as though we are free. The entire film is cut with another bird trapped in a human body, a professor relating bird life to the human experience - I think this is the best part about it. Out of print, but really worth seeing.
ZINE REVIEW Today I skimmed a zine called "a punk kid walks into a bar." from 1999 or so. Because you'll probably will never encounter it, here are the highlights.
"The thing about Godzilla. Does he hate people? In all the Godzilla movies I've seen, it just seems like he stumbles into the cities by accident, and then simply reacts when people start shooting at him. Poor Guy"
"when looking at someone far away with binoculars and they yawn, it is hard to tell if they are yawning or just very calming and controlledly screaming."
"all of my dreams involve combing my hair" and, aside from that I'm over it.
and finally, this is the band I have been waiting for for quite a while to come into my existence. They were truly ahead of their curve in 1981. I love the whine and candidness of these like neo-beatniks.
When I was a young kitten, I HATED the bee gees. My mom was always singing along and swooning to these siblings on the radio- and for some reason this upset me. I think as a pup I was unprepared for falsettos, or was not ready for making-love slow ballads. (definitely not!) But all things come full circle, and now i really like the bee gees. The soft piano lines, soft syth, those beautiful harmonies, lines like "I can still feel the glow, let it be let it grow"
Of the same vein, my love is deep for Randy VanWarmer. Thesemi-star is full of awesome 70's cheese and synth. Perhaps many of his jams are Not so much making love, as holding hands and starting at sunsets and camping. He was the dreamy bespectacled underdog on the American charts, with one gold ol' hit that my patron saint Dolly Parton covered.
Hey Dreamdate cards, I hope you're feeling excited about the seasons changing. While I am not, Honestly, I hope you are! The Resume Of Charm brand of behaviors, products, lovemaking, and hijinx will be relocating in the next weeks to Portland, Oregon. This means nothing, really, except the IP I blog from will be different and I'll be giving my zines to people that probably don't already have them. Oh, And I'll make more money with jewelry because people dress better in portland. If you have a catch-all name for your personal industry and stuff, try calling yourself that. It's kind of feels important, like you're more than one kitten.
Check out this flickr group "castles of europe". To jump for joy for! The other night, Craven Rock, of the EAVES OF ASS fame (Get it at Ms. Valerie park) and I read through quite a few zines.
The highlight was the zine "alco-beat".
In it, there is a list of papers you could write in college including
"My life as a swordfish by Bob A. Swordfish" - Geneology, Biology. "A photograph of my friend lisa on spring break last year. Woooooooooh!" - History of Photography "The problem with Dictators - Too Bossy" - History
And in a list of things to do:
1. Pee on a cookiesheet and freeze it. 2. Slide Under Landlord's door.
The two authors talk about amusement parks, being drunk rock writers, television, Sex Education films from the 70s and punk rock in China. Seriously, this zine is tops.
(Seriously. I will be practicing self control and not be posting drunk. It makes me realize How consistent of a person I am, though. Drunk, sober, whatever. I always like the same things and when I make lists they are all really the same. Animals, girls, food, pretty shit)
Hey Kittens, I'm updating from the fine Multnomah county library. Ooooh their dreamy hand-picked zine collection!
Last night I went to Dekum Manor and saw two of the finest portland bands - Tiny Knives and Here comes a big black cloud. Dance party! I took a walk with two puppy friends Teauge and Bri, sang to friends, ate birthday cake, had a sleepover, and this morning drank tea that tasted like spring flowers and slightly psychedelic wallpaper. Played Ukelele-saw romance jams outside of the waypost. Life is good. Things with the living space I was thinking of are now no longer a topic, but I realize this is a very good thing - it will bring better things in the spring! Now I am searching for a temporary nest. It will work out, I know!
Tonight I went to a zine reading of Eaves of Ass, and Ilse Content. It was so supremely SICK! I went to the afterparty and I am too stoked. Ugggh! Why is life so awesome?!
1. Alexis Wolf's zine Ilse content! (Get one at Ms. Valerie park distro!) 2. Jadon's zine, Eaves of ass! (Get one somewhere else!) 3. Garlic is a natural antibiotic - cures sinuses! 4. Moving to Portland! 5. double mint chocolate chip 6. brown eyed girls (for real! So good! I am always writing about pretty things! Girls just happen to be the prettiest things, aside from deer!) 7. When only you and I think it's funny 8. Chris Estey's new zine, GET WELL 9. Synthsation (Seriously the best record ever, or at least I feel that way right now. I did not have a clue ears could have this taste sensation) EPIC 10. The sprint competitions at flowers that make cyclists barf! 11. good dreams 12. oh i'm in love with everyone and everything 13. I am so tired 14. silkworm 15. believing and acting like animals 16. No rules 17. Dance party 18. Total Vacation 19. Fuckin' Eh!
Things that help us to experience bliss: Hearts and buttermilk-cloud addled heads, honesty, the strength to be vulnerable, collecting the pieces of friend's experiences to experience them more abundantly, the disarray of senses, occasionally controlled substances, the grace of communication, positivity, days spent somewhere in between floral bedsheets and complete astonishment at any given moment of awareness.
There are no words to describe what lies ahead but...
No rules! dance party! Total Vacation! Fuckin' eh!
The spell EP by Makina Girgir Makina Girgir is a retro-electro artist from France. I know very little about the artist, but have been listening to their EP and work on the Synthsation compilation for the last few days. (By the way, has anyone noticed i've been catching up on blogging? I've been sick.) and for all things good and holy, thank you for existing with your soft drum kicks, synth and claps.
