a history of confidence

time was on my mind, rather than my side. so much talk tonight. a great example of then versus now: after the show, i would have totally gone to the parties; instead i opted for a six pack at home with two friends.

and though i always talk about it, the natural bridge by the silver jews continues, all these years later, to be eerily relevant to the personal matters in my life.

insert appropriate vanilla ice song title here

the last thing ill remember about brian is that he was passed out on hope’s floor, steph unable to awake him. i guess they’re crashing there for the night. may all your adventures in texas be very cool, dude.

Smurf Name Generator

when you enter “mary timony” her smurf name is “yakuza smurf”

written with a hand injury, an essay diced into a couple parts.

the so-called battle of the sexes has never really crossed my mind; ive been lucky to have supportive female communities surrounding me for most of my life. slowly and most secretly, this has begun to shift into a very us against them attitude. [no pun, eric b!]

i dont think i ever foresaw its undercurrents from my childhood in the figure skating community to my time in an academic department where the majority of students were female [18:2]. otherwise, in the places where i spent my free time, i noticed a case of a strange strain of sexual politic ocurring, a hypersexism.

its freely acknowleged that women are allowed to do whatever they want in this day in age, but it seems that so many of us have fallen back to specific roles in society. countless women fought against the donna reed image of being the perfect wife, but now so many strive to martha stewarts level. furthermore, where women have made such incredible strides in music, many seem content to keep to the sidelines for their boyfriends or play lesser roles in rock groups. those that do flock together, seem to be an oddity.

to be continued. if you have comments, please feel to write them here

pre-smurf was cool too
of course im a dork - first thing in the morning i check out my stats page and referrer logs [im watching you watching me]. eleana kindly linked me, and looking around on her page i found the rightfully cool website for your favorite lady of fire and mine, mary timony.

its nice to see that someone has a website about her, and its not that creepy sbatten guy, who was stalking mary in the early days of the internet. oh how ye do not learn.

no more new no wave

not only do they have snazzy packaging and cool pink vinyl, they even give you an adapter! its a good thing, since people have swiped all my adapters [plastic and metal]. the best part though, is definately the music.

especial!

skyway #10 is ready to go to the printer.

you have this asshole to thank

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if its on stiff records, it cant be bad!

if i dont get this girlschool record, im gonna cry.

modes of communication

the internet hurts my hands, leaves me annoyed because all i can think is “i am getting fatter by the minute”. speaking in person, does not, and i enjoy being places, having to physically confront people, engage myself. telephones always make me find things to get distracted with, bet it staring at a wall or a television, shuffle papers in my studio, pace frantically.