1. Nah, everything's coming up roses and daffodils, really. Just found out I'll be in Philly for a while longer. But I still don't have a heckuva lot going on headwise in recent...er, days. But one does need to keep up appearances.
2. New column's on HAIR (like on yr head), cribbing/citing a couple of recent convos about Britney, but avoiding that particular example for the most part because I don't really want to get too deep into pointless speculation. More interested in Ashlee's hair as representative of her public woes/why she's stuck/what it all means, maaaaaan (the Hairadox), and baldness as pop-move (distinguishing from punk-move and getting into how P!nk sets us up so that any hair configuration = punk move within pop, like she's me vs. us vs. them where Ashlee, f'rinstance, is basically me vs. me (vs. "him"), and how we're identifying with Ashlee differently than with P!nk, even though for one the hair is obvious and outrageous and the other it's a matter of shade. Also might bring in Vertigo and the significance of the hair above all other modifiable physical traits (and how Ashlee's hair has even more potency in terms of reception than her NOSE, which she went so far as to lob off). And so on. Now if I could just FINISH IT.
3. Marit Larsen is so wonderful. Decent interview at Stylus...the brains are very much on display, but the beauty remains somewhat elusive. I'd love to sit down and talk to her for like four hours.
3. Maybe I'll use my newfound institutional resources to finally tackle THEE boundary-pushing and imminently critically praised to the heavens but otherwise doomed/blessed straight-to-Netflix collab (and I mean it!) doc Skye and I. She seems to be in a transitional period, gotta strike while the iron's cold so it can warm up CELLULOID-STYLE (read: video). Yo, Skye -- how's about some slick HIGH DEF (maybe) fully-f'nanced propaganda FREE OF CHARGE? And they'll call it art, too (cuz it is)! I'm very very very very serious about this, two or so years in the thinking stages. Boardies please relay to Ms. Sly, since her press people are prolly fired or otherwise dead to me at this point.
4. Oh man, Am Idol is a real drag. Enjoying watching it (my first full season). Notes:
♥ Bald Phil must wear hat at all times, stop singing.
♥ Lakisha's not as good as I thought she was, tho she does a good Shirley Bassey and would rock in a Basement Jaxx track or something.
♥ Melinda is great but she should stop pretending that she's not an android superwoman because I love androids and besides it's not like anyone doesn't see through her robo-trickery (oh, little ol' me???) besides the judges (shitty androids).
♥ This is a great blog, h/t FT, and relevant 'cuz of the Am Idol post, which I'm stealing from. ...Hey, I was in a master class once! It was terrifying! Best/worst backhanded compliment I've ever received while walking out the door, feeling ULTRA TERRIBLE for blanking and having that forgot-all-my-lines nightmare in real life, which is funny because I've never even had the dream: "Oh, what a wonderful piece! I used to love playing it when I was thirteen!" Granted I was like sixteen (which is how old Chopin was when he wrote the damn thing) plus I had to follow a(n adorable) ten-year-old prodigy and a (less adorable) BLIND KID prodigy, TOUGH ROOM.
♥ Am I the only one who thinks Jordin is not in control of her voice at all and not a great singer? The No Doubt thing she did last night was hella boring. Emily thinks her dad is blackmailing the judges.
♥ All the guys can go die. The rest of the girls can go. Gina isn't even as good as that one rocker girl on the Pussycat Dolls (which is actually more interesting in the last twenty minutes or so each week than Idol!). Also, Ron Fair needs to replace Randy Jackson and Lil' Kim needs to replace Paula. And maybe Metal Mike could come in and replace Simon.
♥ Oh my god. Gwen. DID YOU SEE HER? SHE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL.
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