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Dec 15, 2018

I Really Should Have Moved That Tee-Shirt First

So I was exchanging Christmas decoration photos and video with my friends, and this is what I sent, you guys. I snapped the pic, sent it to our chat, and then I saw the tee-shirt Joey got from his friend at work, draped on the chair right there. Doh!

🎅🎄🤶

 "Merry Christmas! Fuck off!"

 

 

Dec 14, 2018

You Know What My Library Really Needs? Coffee.

Because this is gonna require coffee.

...I also need lip balm of some kind.

"Ratboy: It's so hard being different"

You guys, Sondra Locke died yesterday. Here's the trailer for Ratboy, how I'll choose to mark this day in Gen X history. Sure, yeah, she was in all those Clint Eastwood movies, but Ratboy...come on, this is the 1986est thing I have ever seen...



Dec 13, 2018

#ThrowbackThursday: 2001


Just How Big We Talkin'? And How Easy?

April 16, 2001
I can't focus on work today. How the shit am I expected to focus on work today when tomorrow at this time I'll be in New Orleans, a whole city I've never visited and always lusted after? New Orleans. N'awlins. The Big Easy. With my fascination with death and penchant for the unexplainable things that lurk in the dark corners of the world, I am of course drawn to the history of the place, the "real" city that makes it unique from any other city. I don't want to see the stuff that's already been in syndication, in other words. It's kinda like when my distant friends come to Boston, and they immediately want to go drink at the Cheers bar while I want to take them to The Middle East for indie rock & falafel. The Cheers bar is crap. It was a bad show, they only shot the OUTSIDE of the bar, and nobody needs a T-shirt that might as well say "look how dumb I am, I actually gave somebody money for this shirt." 
(More...)

Dec 8, 2018

Hey, it's my 8th day free of Facebook!


Thrift Stories: "And I Thought I Have Trouble Finishing Thi--" Edition

The funny thing about this barely-begun canvas I saw at the thrift store? I almost bought it...because I need something else to hoard in my studio with the greatest of intentions to turn into a work of art!? Oh dear, no. Instead, I shall let the photo of this poor "Once U..." canvas serve as my inspiration forward: I have too many things in my studio that I need to finish making! ⚐




Dec 6, 2018

#Throwback Thursday: 2015

2015

That Time I Met Peter Sagal


I was recently at a marketing conference here in Boston, and to my utter delight I found out that Mr. Peter Sagal was going to deliver the final keynote. Peter has been hosting NPR's "Wait Wait...Don't Tell Me!" for about fifteen years or so. Every week for half a lifetime, the NPR listener-ship tunes in to this news-based radio gem with its rotating panel of players, call-in listener challenges and celebrity guests. Me 'n Joey never miss it." MORE...

HAPPY SAINT NICK'S FEAST DAY!

Y'all, it is the Feast Day of our only Klingon saint!

When I wrote "Smile When You Bless The Gagh!" to explain how Santa is definitely a Klingon, I hadn't realized that many other me's have also come to this conclusion. Here's a drawing by graphic artist Brandon Carr and pretty much nails it...! Don't you just love it when you find your fellow travelers?

@brandonjcar


Dec 3, 2018

Hold Your Antasy Draft Here


Cool cool cool cool cool. I din't have a single F left to give. Here's one on the ground. Ⓕ

"While you were sleeping..."

I woke up to this photo Joey took just before he left for work today. He texted that he wanted to show me how cute I am all snuggled up with my bear on cold mornings. 😴 I love him so much. If you can marry your best friend, I highly recommend it.💖



Dec 2, 2018

Pandorable!


Pandora sent me an email. I like it, Pandora.

Give a raise to the person who thought of this.

I think I even like the toxic green & pink color scheme maybe.

I clicked the thing and Tweeted it, as suggested. But I had to change the auto-gen line. I'm not saying "Sharing is caring" for the love of all that doesn't suck. That's like "spring has sprung" and "it's all about the ________" and other such drivel. Like I'ma put my name on "sharing is caring, here's my Pandora station." What does it even mean. GOD I hate lazy writing so turkducken much.

And, yes I did guess my go-to station for November! There's one I put on quite a lot lately. I've been listening to a lot of electronic artists, older like Bill Laswell and a lot of guys like DJ Krush & Toshinori Kondo, also Skalpel, Villain Accelerate, Prefuse 73. Joey bought a few of the albums that we discovered through this station. We love Pandora! ♭

Dec 1, 2018

This is how lucky I am

Joey brought me a second mug of his delightful French press coffee, but he wouldn't put it into my hands because it was so piping hot. He waited while I cleared a space on my messy desk, then he put down the coffee mug. "Did you not want me to burn my fingers?" I asked, "But what about YOUR fingers?"

"My fingers have callouses from playing," he said, kissing me on my head. "The heat doesn't bother me."

Awwww, what? That's like the most romantic thing I've ever heard. You guys. I love him so much.😍

DEC 1: WORLD AIDS DAY 


Total happenstance...I picked this photo of me 'n Joey and then realized this was snapped by Terence  Burke at a World AIDS Day charity concert in 2007. Eleven years ago tonight.

That was a great event. Our dear friend Trish had gone to Africa to work as a volunteer, and when she got back, the following year, Trish sought out Low Budget Superhero for help organizing a fundraiser. I was happy to do it. I gathered a small but energized team, booked the venue (Harpers Ferry) and called some stellar bands (Ramona Silver, John Powhida International Airport, Specimen 37). We called around and got cool raffle prizes donated, other event promoters like me (Sue and Anderson) came to help, and all my people at newspapers promoted the event, as did the club. Trish herself, despite being a little nervous, told her story. Together we put on this wonderful World AIDS Day event to raise money for the kids Trish had met on her mission. I think we raised some good cash for the charity. Trish is amazing, right? I think of her every December 1st, honored to have helped with her wonderful event. 💞

Nov 25, 2018

You Can "Take" Classes Online With Me If You Want To

I write a lot about the pure drivel that stood for "education" in the 1970s. That's because the rest of my life has been preoccupied with un-learning all of that baloney. Last month I consulted with my three girlfriends (great loves of my life!) who were there with me from Grades 1 through 8 when we were at the mercy of nuns for showing us how the world works. But here's the thing...they don't know how any of it works, and they don't like questions. They gave us this Bible as big as our History book, and both books contained names and stories and dates, and it was all presented in the same way, more or less. So George Washington and Jesus and Santa all figured into the narrative about the same, more or less. They sent us off to high school with a right proper disaster of a world view. High school and college had a big job to do, which is UN-learn us and try to point us in the right direction. Every time I think about it, I'm staggered anew by the gall. It is so galling.

Of late, I've been availing myself of the great universities who've kindly posted full semesters on YouTube, with particular interest in history and literature. Right now I'm "taking" two classes, should any of you find yourselves seeking something better to do than poke around Facebook. At Harvard, Dr. Marjorie Garber knows a lot about every Shakespeare play, and at Columbia, Richard Bulliet knows a lot about how come my early education was such a load of crap. 

Course: Harvard, ENGL E-129
Shakespeare After All: The Later Plays 


Course: Columbia, W3902 
World History to 1500 CE



Nov 24, 2018

Currently Listening: Must

Record: Androgynous Jesus

Notre Home



This is The House That Carpenter Built

[Thing or Stranger Thing?]
Inspired by #JacobsMovieParty, I watched John Carpenter's The Thing last night, for the first time in decades. Then I got on a whole "fan fiction" thing, about The Thing and Stranger Things. I'm like one passionate discussion away from Reddit-land. Let's just say that in my version of fan fiction, I'd have a character say "The Thing IS the Demogorgon, dude!" - md

I hadn't seen The Thing in years. Although I'm kind of surprised to find it's been so long, there's an unexpected side effect—the perspective granted anew, courtesy of "time." Not only is the movie better than I remembered, but all these years later and so many of my favorite creators call John Carpenter a big huge major influence, including the Ross and Matt Duffer, the Stranger Things guys. Well yeah, in fact...

Nov 22, 2018

Currently Listening: Arlo Guthrie - Alice's Restaurant (Live at Farm Aid 2005)

In a column dated November 17, 1928

“I had been fed, in my youth, a lot of old wives' tales about the way men would instantly forsake a beautiful woman to flock around a brilliant one. It is but fair to say that, after getting out in the world, I had never seen this happen."
 —Dorothy Parker

Currently Listening: XTC


Song: The Ballad of Peter Pumpkinhead

Nov 21, 2018

Seasonal Defective Disorder

 

If you were thinking of me for this Christmas, and wondering how I'm doing, and if you're feeling particularly life-savior'y, I wear a size "I owe $1000 in medical bills with no plan on how to make that stop being a major source of debilitating anxiety."




I Love The Sky When It's Gonna Snow Later


Global Warning

"I'm one of those people who doesn't believe in global warming, but I'm pretty sure Noah's Ark was a true story. You know, where the guy was warning everyone about the insane change in the weather and everyone was like, shut the fuck up, Noah." - Rory Scovel

Allston Christmas (*actual)

The tree is up at Jackson Mann! I think it gets all gussied 'n lighted up this weekend. That means the Harvard Ave lights are about to flick on for the season. I'll go picture-taking next week. I love Christmas in Rock City!

*This post is about actual Allston Christmas, like when the tree goes up outside Jackson Mann school. The kids at the school make ornaments and there's a lighting ceremony. Allston Christmas is what Allston Rock City's genial citizenry calls late August/early September. It is a neighborhood-specific season, short but chaotic, as the Sun gets less intense about his work, and single flip-flops begin to materialize in the streets, discarded during some end-of-school-year walk-of-shame just before the students all clear out of Rock City for another year. Year-round residents navigate chock-a-block Uhauls and Riders and out-of-state SUVs piloted by bewildered parents. At all hours the members of this honking horde finally find the Mass Pike entrance and get the hell outta here, and they leave behind their security deposits along with towering piles of books, kitchen appliances, musical instruments, furniture, toys, clothes and whatnot, through which the locals go "picking" or "junking" for what treasure they may seek. I'm pretty good at it. Mark your calendar.




Nov 16, 2018

I Don't Think Prince Poppycock Gets Enough Love

John Quale is a gift from another realm, 
a real live magical being right here on our gritty little planet.

Nov 15, 2018

Nov 14, 2018

President Trump accuses people

President Trump accuses people of changing their clothes and returning to cast additional ballots in disguise.

Nov 11, 2018

Thank you for your service, and your sacrifice

I carry my mother's maiden name, DiPoala. The family is not close-knit, to say the least. My whole life, my family had never told me about grandfather James DiPoala; not about his years in service nor anything about his personality. All I knew growing up was that Grandpa DiPoala was "shell shocked" in the parlance of his time, and that he became violent when he returned from service, then deteriorated to the point where he no longer recognized my grandmother or his children. My mom was born in 1952 and says she has no memory of her father at all, because she was just a baby when he went to live in a Vet facility. He died in 2001.

I wrote to a guy who has done a ton of research and he wrote me back! He said "The 14th AIB was part of the 1st AD." 

Nov 9, 2018

Spell check always wants to change my last name to "dipole."

"...a molecule in which a concentration of positive electric charge is separated from a concentration of negative charge."

Nov 8, 2018

#ThrowbackThursday Election Day 2012

Today's #Throwback photo is one that was snapped by Joe at the polls, as he does. 
I think I have a photo of myself at most polls for the past 16 years since I got myself a Joe.
 
Speaking of 2012, is anyone else wondering just how strange it will be to see Mitt Romney as a Senator now? I actually think he'll do okay as soon as he uploads the Senator program into his central processing unit.

Oct 31, 2018

What Lies Beneath (Movie Summary and Review)


(2000) 2h 10min
It's weird that I didn't see it when it first came out. I mean, it's got Michelle Pfeiffer and Harrison Ford in the lead roles. One does trust A-Listers such as these to pick good scripts, doesn't one? After all, Pfeiffer and Ford have each been outstanding in everything, from comedy and adventure to dramatic roles. Moreover I can't think of a single clunker starring either of them, can you? And yet, whenever the conversation turns toward ghost stories, I'm always surprised at how few people have seen What Lies Beneath. 

While you guys bicker about when to start decorating for Christmas...



Oct 27, 2018

Oct 26, 2018

Try 2-in-1 Shampoo and Conditioner, They Said

This one works great for me!, they said. 

Yeah, that's gonna be another "no" from me, dawg. Imagine if this were August? My hair wouldn't fit through the door. This is pure Sicilian lockage, folks. If you don't know, the Sicilians hail from Arab and African cultures colliding and merging. Then invaded by Vikings. I looked it up, having always wondered why these green eyes and light brown hair when the rest of my family is so olive-skinned, dark-eyed and chestnut-haired. Because, invaded by Normans. Apparently I come from a long line of ice cream, spicy pasta sauces and religious tolerance as an ethical ideology. And that's how come this ghostly spectre half-lifer has got to have pistachio, fra diavlo, and zero assholes in my life. And, yes, a serious no-foolin'-around conditioner. Graci,


@SuperLowBudge
💓💙💚💛💜

Oct 18, 2018

#Throwback Thursday: February 2006

I remember that night. Joe had just installed an editing tool on his Mac. He said "Come here and look at this!" So I came over and he had his webcam set to this Warhol mode. I was going, "Whaaaaat?" and laughing. We don't remember what program that was and this is the only time Joey took a screen shot. He's the best, I love him so much.

Oct 14, 2018

Being At War With Each Other

Barbra Streisand was my first punk when I was little.
Songwriter: Carole King
Being at War with Each Other lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


Everyone comes from
One father one mother
So why do we complicate
Our lives so much
By being at war with each other
Maybe I'm crazy
But I don't understand it
Why do we seem to vote
To dig more holes?
It's such a waste of a planet
There must be a reason
That I can't see
Maybe somebody else knows
better than me
All I know is
Everyone else is
A sister or a brother
So we've got to look around
Again and stop
Being at war with each other

Oh
Maybe I'm crazy
But I don't
No, I don't understand it

There must be a reason
That I can't see
Somebody else must be
Better than me
All I know is
Everyone else is
A sister or brother
So we've got to look around
Again and stop
Being at war with each other

Oct 11, 2018

#Throwback Thursday: 2007

On "Performing Monkey Syndrome"

Throwing back to my 2007 interview with Jonathan Spottiswoode. - md


[EXCERPT]
Spottiswoode: Ah, the performing monkey syndrome. Lexi, it’s all about feeling alive. We all go through life in a numb state most of the time. Some of us more happily than others. Artists do what they do for various reasons. But mostly just to feel alive, to feel that they are expressing themselves in the moment, transcending their troubles. Of course, attention from fans can make you feel alive too. Everyone likes attention. It is incredibly rewarding to hear strangers ask you to play a song you’ve written, especially when you’re starting out. It’s a dream come true. I understand if folks in the audience feel that the artist is ungrateful if he or she doesn’t grant a request. Okay, here’s the other side of the coin…you’ve played a particular song in many places. You’ve had magical moments with that song, unforgettable even. The song is like a lover. If you play it too often, especially when you don’t feel like it, it can dilute the memory and the affection you have for it. The other thing is this: every set of music is an emotional journey for an artist, especially an artist playing their own songs. Each song you play means something significant to you (even the so-called “novelty songs”). And they mean something different to you on any particular night. This is the part about feeling alive.

SuperLowBudge: So it can be like a restaurant patron asking the chef to please pass the salt.

Spottiswoode: Perhaps you have played a few soulful songs and a few songs about past relationships. Perhaps that combined with the weather and the lighting etc. has taken you to a raw and melancholy place. At which point someone requests a funny song or an angry song. On a particular night, that song may be the perfect prescription for you to snap out of where you are and take the show to the next place. But on another night, it just feels wrong and dishonest and abrupt. Not to the audience, I understand. But to the artist as an individual with his or her own tired bag of emotions and memories. Each song in a set is an antidote to the song that came before. The wrong combination and you can poison yourself.
 

SuperLowBudge: That's quite deep.
 

Spottiswoode: Call me a low budget drama queen. ∎

[Go to full interview]



Oct 9, 2018

I will never

ever, ever forgive any person(s) who is still supporting this lunatic. Where. Is. The. Goddamn. Cavalry. For the love of all that doesn't suck, somebody do something.
Related: Dude, I Told You

I Went Away For Five Nights

This is the list that I left Joey 
when I went away for five nights. 
He did a great job.


We Lived In A Haunted House

Today I got back from a long weekend visiting friends and family in Connecticut, and my mom reminded me of the time she startled a ghost in her room. - md
 

Tales From Connecticut 


When I was sixteen, my mom woke up one morning and announced that our house was haunted.

Oct 8, 2018

"Open Letter For People Looking For Open Letters"

by Robin Sokoloff

I sat down at a sidewalk cafe today, popped open this laptop - ready to send some words to anyone who’s looking for perspective and support out there.

And just like clockwork, when I try to go anywhere or do anything as a woman by myself, I am interrupted.


I am just sitting here, trying to write you these words. I’m typing away. A shadow blocks out the sun above me. Someone is looming above. This is not the first time in a lifetime of men shaped looms.

“Excuse me miss. Hey miss.”

Oct 5, 2018

The Conjuring (Movie Summary and Review)



(2013) 1h 52min

The Conjuring opens in the apartment of two nurses who have knowingly invited a lonely child's spirit to inhabit an old novelty doll. But soon after little "Annabelle" inhabits the doll, things go very wrong. Tormented beyond terrified, the young women seek help from paranormal investigators. "You did what? It was a big mistake acknowledging this doll," scolds Ed Warren. Lorraine Warren explains there was never any little girl ghost named Annabelle, but rather a diabolical non-human entity.

Oct 3, 2018

Right Through You


Wait a minute man
You mispronounced my name
You didn't wait for all the information
Before you turned me away
Wait a minute sir
You kind of hurt my feelings
You see me as a sweet back-loaded puppet
And you've got meal ticket taste
...
 You took me for a joke
You took me for a child
You took a long hard look at my ass
And then played golf for a while
Your shake is like a fish
You pat me on the head
You took me out to wine dine sixty nine me
You didn't hear a damn word I said
I see right through you
I know right through you
I feel right through you
I walk right through you
Hello Mr. Man
You didn't think I'd come back
You didn't think I'd show up with my army
And this ammunition on my back
Now that I'm Miss Thing
Now that I'm a zillionaire
You scan the credits for your name
And wonder why it's not there
I see right through
I know right through you
I feel right through
I walk right through you

Oct 2, 2018

Draw Your Sword


Before I Wake (Movie Summary and Review)

(2016) 1h 37m
Some boogie men turn out to be deranged madmen, others are legit non-human entities, but the boogie man in Before I Wake is a different kind altogether. The Canker Man is of two worlds at once. He lives in both our real world and the realm where we go when we dream. Before I Wake is a well-done take on boogie men and stuff of nightmares.

Oct 1, 2018

Letters to Strangers and Friends

Dear Mom,

Happy Monday, and Happy October. Isn't October always so weird?

I'm sorry I missed your call yesterday afternoon, and I'm so glad we got to talk this morning, if just for a quick minute. I hadn't been able to get to sleep Saturday night, and so Joe let me sleep until past three o'clock. That's why I missed your call. I was sleeping. He came padding in for a cuddle when he heard me stirring, and when he told me what time it was, I said "Are you fucking kidding me right now."

So this morning I was literally just at that moment looking at my phone when you called, because of course I was. For some people, that might be no big shocker, what with the way the world is ruled by phones now. But for me...let's just say that these days, I don't even know where my phone is, or if it's even charged, a great deal of the time. (I have a theory about why that is, but I'll save it until I see you this weekend, should the topic of crippling anxiety and depression due to post-traumatic stress happen to come up in the course of conversation.) All these years and that kind of coincidence still happens. Remember how Hub used to call that "the Vortex"? The way there always seem to be weird things, way past mere coincidence, that extend two, three levels deep. Did I ever tell you that Hub believed you and I were psychically connected, like at the cellular level? Apparently when we were together, the way that you and I would interact would, from time to time, freak him out. Apparently there was one time in the Davenport Road house when you and I were cooking and setting the table. Hub pointed out that I answered a question that you hadn't asked yet, and he says that you replied without comment, like that was no big deal. Hub had, and still has, a lot of theories like that. For a stubborn know-it-all driven by the pursuit of math and science, he certainly does retain a great deal of supernatural beliefs. I guess I was always drawn to paradox, wasn't I? And he may have something there. Do you remember that time we hadn't talked in months and then you called me right when I was meeting with my boss? I remember looking down at the phone trying not to let the tears fall out of my eyes and seeing your name come up on the caller ID. Hub is positive that you know when I am in distress, all these miles away. These days he doesn't even freak out or say "VORTEX!" anymore. He just goes, "Well, ya know."

Joe just shrugs. My Joey thinks everything is magical, because his brain knows how to convert math into music. I submit to you: is there anything more magical than that? Oddly enough, the Vortex is strong this week. Last night there was a real boomerang...you know it's hard to know where to start when telling about these things. Start anywhere, the Vortex brings it back around again. So...

...back in the 90s there was a local band called Angry Salad that Hub and I liked. I hadn't thought about Angry Salad in a long time. But here's the thing. Just last weekend they came up in conversation with Joe.

Joe and I were in the studio and he was showing me some new synth plugins, and we got on the topic of cover songs using alternate instrumentation. You know, like when you hear a rock song played on a ukulele, that sort of thing. I was trying to locate a video of Angry Salad covering Devil Went Down to Georgia so Joe could hear that Angry Salad had this guitar player who slayed the fiddle part. That guy was awesome. But it's not on any of their records and I realized I'd only seen them do it live. So I described it to Joe, and then spent some time listening to a lot of Angry Salad. And then randomly, last night Hub sent me a link to an Angry Salad video. Why though.


I told him that the guitar player went on to join a reunited Quiet Riot, and he told me that the lead singer died. That's terrible. I guess he OD'd in LA in 2007 a few days before Thanksgiving. I could never live in LA. Not that we don't kill ourselves in Boston.

Okay, back to this weekend. Update. Since my friend Chris is giving me a lift to Connecticut, that means I can bring more than just my one small bag. Maybe I should bring some of the dolls that I've been making so that you can appraise them? I have started using the jewelry bits and parts, but I realize that I don't know what I'm looking at...what if I price my doll to sell, and it turns out I've used a real pearl on the damn thing worth twice that alone? Let's talk again before Thursday, that might work out. I could also use some advice about selling in general. I'm an expert in back office operations, logistics and customer service...sales, I always relied on a whole 'nother kind of crew for that!

I should also a finish a doll that I've been thinking would be a gift for Fernando Fox from his auntie. I texted Michael that I'd always thought I'd be more like Aunt Sharon, and it turns out I'm a Carol. Living out of state and never seen. I remember always being surprised at what she looked like, because I think I only ever saw Carol a total of...maybe seven times, total? I can't believe I haven't met Fox yet. Does that baby boy even know about me?

So let's talk again. I'll keep my phone close by, so that I can get your call in the next few days. I know that you get up before God in the morning, so I'll keep it by the bed. And charged.

Love you,



 






The Hollow Child (Movie Summary & Review)


(2017) 1h 32min
It's not a great movie by any stretch. Still, between the haunted children, the woods, and some vaguely-explained local lore about what's lurking therein, The Hollow Child will satisfy your desire to "watch something scary" in the spirit of the season, will keep you entertained, but without keeping you awake all night.