11 posts tagged “qotd”
What's your favorite restaurant?
La Hacienda in Little Rock. OMG best Mexican food evar. I would die for their enchiladas in tomatillo sauce any time, any day.
Also, this is odd... I googled them to see if they had a website I could post a link to here, and this is what google says the URL is:
So, apparently the best Mexican food in Little Rock can be found at the Arkansas School for the Blind.
Do you play any musical instruments?
i have played classical piano since i was 4. but i am out of practice now.
Do you have any tattoos? If not, if you were going to get inked, what would you get?
[on my back/neck] [down my right arm] [on my chest] [on my tailbone]
in order of acquisition, no less.
i think [eventually] my next tattoo will be this on my inner left forearm in white ink:
What is your favorite cover song?
Question submitted by Ray.
That would be a tie between Chappaquiddick Skyline covering New Order's Leave Me Alone and Xiu Xiu covering Joy Division's Ceremony. Also, the first person who comments that Ceremony is New Order song, gets on my shit-list.
[p.s. i failed in my weekend goal of curing cancer. i suck.]
What's one thing that you'd like to get done this weekend? Is there anything holding you back?
This weekend I would like to cure cancer for everyone in the world. I'm not sure i can get a medical degree and a research position in two days, so that might be a holdback. Perhaps I can come up with another method...
What's your cell phone's ringtone? What made you pick it?
new order - blue monday.
i picked it cos it ROCKS!!
What's the one CD that will totally remind you of the Summer of 2006?
"Based around a re-occurring dream of David Tibet, of blacks ships
invading the sky and acting a catalyst for the coming of the
Anti-Christ and the second coming of Christ. The album takes on a very
personal and intense nature that is projected superbly through an array
of lovingly structured tracks and vocals that pricks at the very
essence of the listener. It finally seems that through sheer,
unequivocal devotion and constant hard work David Tibet and the
stunning array of talent artists that accompany him on the album, have
managed to produce the definitive Current 93 album, that is not only
superbly written and recorded but is presented perfectly. So much so
that if this where to be, god forbid, the finally Current 93 album, the
25 long years Tibet has put into his project would have been worth
every second, as every thing he’s set out to achieve with Current has
come into fruition through this albums release. Initially seeming to
take in it’s queue musically from the ‘folk-esque’ nature of ‘All the
Pretty Little Horses’, it soon becomes evident that this is just the
very tip of the iceberg as the layers of instrumentations, sounds and
vocals contain a depth and almost organic nature that has only been
touched upon by Current’s pervious work and is displayed with such
compassion and vigour that it soon becomes evident that the four years
spent on recording and releasing this album haven’t been in vain.
Dream-like in parts, haunting and reoccurring, ‘Black Ships..’ offers
up a cavalcade of thought-proving and image drenched songs that fit
together like pieces of a hand-crafted jigsaw. Each piece in fitting in
place perfectly, complimenting the next and adding a vital element to
the overall finished puzzle." [ via strangefortune ]
What are your three favorite album covers of all-time? Any honorable mentions?
Question submitted by Tamara.
too hard. too many albums and amazing covers.
the first three that spring to mind are:
Nurse With Wound / She and me fall together in free death
Coil / The Ape of Naples
Legendary Pink Dots / Four Days
An honorable mention would be Trevor Brown's cover for the Venetian Snares album Horse & Goat, but I won't be posting that here. Don't wanna get banz0red.
What's the most recent vivid dream or nightmare that you remember?
All of my dreams/nightmares are vivid. Dreaming is one of my hobbies.
Hence the name dreamattack (yes yes in addition to the wonderful and
amazing song). I think I'll cheat for this one and recycle some past
dream writing...
July 07th 2003
“All the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.”
~~ Elias Canetti The Human Province
I love to sleep. I love to dream. I can sleep anywhere, anytime, as long as I’m not being distracted by other things (which happens all too frequently.) As I child, I was the strange kid on the bus who could fall asleep with her head banging painfully against the window glass. For decades, now (ha!) I have recorded my dreams, wandered them agape with joy and delight. Explored the meaning and myth, dabbled with lucidity, and met some of my favorite souls inside my head. For a time, I believe I was addicted to dreaming. I had convinced myself that I was stepping into an alternate reality when I closed my eyes at night. My dreams were so … episodic, consistent. But they eventually veered away from that world and entered another, and another … ad infinitum.
The other night something strange and terrifying happened. I got stuck somewhere between here and there. The shuttering landscape that is the reel-to-reel reality of dreams invaded my conscious mind, or was it the other way around?
The void - the emptiness that you flash through like lightning in a hurry, the transition between the last driplets of consciousness - the here and then the there. One has no conscious awareness of the shift. But this was something entirely different. And it awoke a memory within me of similar episodes past.
In bed. On my side, the right one. Pillow between my knees, bear between arms, kitty Ivan, the sucker of breath, mere millimeters from my head, par for the course, mama’s boy. Coast-to-coast murmuring in my right ear, B’s familiar sleepful grinding, smacking & mumbling in the left. This is falling asleep. I am falling asleep. Falling, blank blank blank blank…
Then awareness: I am awake (I am asleep) or am I? Zipped up tight in the belly of a snake? Nothing moves, I can’t move I open my mouth, I cannot open my mouth. I cannot open my eyes, but I see the gray and halo through the lids. I’m asleep?
Something is there. Someone is coming. The presence is far from benign, it moves closer, no it glides. I am both above and within. Blind and watching. My heart pounds, it glides closer, something is coming for me, for my soul, to tear me open and swallow my soul. I struggle, I scream, I cannot move I cannot scream. I feel pressure on all sides, something restrains me, the terror rises and begins to cycle around me.
I struggle against the restraining, I can feel nothing, hear nothing see nothing. Paralysed. Move nothing. I purse my mind, flexing like physical strength, willing willing willing something to move, my voice to open and break the spell. My arms, move them, MOVE THEM, fling them round wildly and strike out at the presence. Scream, scream, screaming screaming, my arms move, my eyes open, B’s hand on my shoulder, Wake up! You’re having a bad dream!
But it wasn’t a dream - it was something else. I was trapped and in danger. I was mute and terrified. I couldn’t breathe. It was real, it felt so real. My mind playing tricks? My body ached from the struggle.
I was afraid. Afraid to fall asleep again. I tried to explain, describe to him what had happened, but he was asleep again [I envy the ease with which the bed embraces him.] Well I wasn’t going to go back to sleep again. No matter … oh fuck, it’s happening again. The same struggle, the same feeling of mummification, surrounded and compressed on all sides. Constricted. In danger, oh fuck in danger. It resumed its slow advance on my imobilized body. I immediately resume willing every muscle in my body to react, to open and swing. I break the surface screaming. B. catches me as I fall. You’re having a bad dream again!
No you don't understand - I was paralyzed, every atom of my body was paralyzed, but I was there, consciously and subconsciously, above and within. The words didn’t escape my mouth quite this eloquently - he couldn’t understand my slurred tongue as I tried to make him see.
I couldn’t have remained above the surface long, I dipped and surfaced several more times. Each time paralyzed by unknown forces, mute by unknown means. At some undetectable point, I slipped all the way down the tunnel into the canyon of my dreamworld. I curled up in the ether and spent the night.
The next morning, awake - and contemplative - the phenomenon makes sense. My brain was simply hanging inbetween states, while my body had already initiated the muscular shutdown it must achieve in order to keep us safe while sleeping. I was aware of the paralysis, without the means to understand that it was simply a biological process. In retrospect, it was a fascinating thing, and I hope I won’t react so violently in the future. Sleep Paralysis is a recognized sleep disorder. Now I have four sleep disorder notches on my bedpost.
What's the oldest digital camera photo you have on your computer? When is it from? Let's see it!
In the first of my many encounters with strange brain medical issues, a "pulsatile mass" on my tragus ruptured with no warning and no pain, shooting blood in arterial pulses to spray the wall as I stood there agape, watching it in the mirror.
This was the very first photo took with my very first digital camera [a mavica], after I got home from the ER in the wee hours of Dec. 31, 1998.
It was the perfect ending to an insane day, having spent 12 hours snowed in at the St. Louis airport while trying to get home from my mom's house for xmas.
And it's ironic to post this, having just gotten home from having an aneurysm embolized.
My brain still hates me.
