I Got Nothing to Say

I've turned into the Hulk for the past week because I'm stressies about moving apartments (and for some other reasons, blergh).

So I don't have much to say other than "Garrrrg."

But I did realize how upsetting it is for NOFX's version of Last Caress to be on my blog, and not the Misfits'.

So, let's take that wrong and make it a right!

I Got Something to Say

Over the past couple of days, I've been on an emo/pop-punk kick and reminiscing to the early '00s when I owned Converse shoes with flames on them and went to Warped Tour and had a boyfriend who wore JNCOs. I didn't actually like this kind of music at the time, but it was all around me. Anyways, I found a bunch of random stuff, and I couldn't not share. It's too good! I found this stuff by memory association, so it's not all the same genre of music, actually.

I spared you Dashboard Confessional, but here's some entertaining stuff I found:

1. I hate NOFX but I used to love the original (non-NOFX) version of this song. My high school boyfriend and I used to sing it in the car all the time.


2. LOL


3. This is the epitome of silly early '00s semi-emo music. Wait, I just read the description of this video. I guess the director uploaded it to YouTube? He says he's obsessed with Requiem for a Dream, and that "the Moms" is in the video. James O. Incandeza, is that you? (Infinite Jest is taking over my life.)


4. I never listened to The Ataris. I think my friends and I made fun of them. But over the past two days I can't stop listening to this horrible mess. It is too good! "I'll treat you like a queen... a queen..."


5. I used to be obsessed with this song: Ozma's "Apple Trees," a collection of bad apple puns. Hey, I like bad puns as much as the next guy, but these guys are getting into Carrie Bradshaw territory. Still, whenever I hear that base in the beginning, I start to feel feelings.


6. And now for some actual good music! (Semi-sarcasm.) When I was 15, I was obsessed with Weezer. They filled the void that the Spice Girls had left behind. That may not make sense to you, but it does to me! Anyways, I spent all my time decoding Pinkerton lyrics and reading Weezer fan boards for new Weezer information. Then this super rare Weezer song from their abandoned rock opera Songs from the Black Hole came out, and I was all over that shit. It's a good song, or at least a cheap ho.


Sidenote: I think I will have to make a "favorite Weezer b-sides" blog post now because I'm finding too much good shit on YouTube.

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Feeling Infinite

Welp, I'm back from the US, so it's back to posting in ye olde bloggie. My trip to the US was fabulous--thanks for asking. I ate many a breakfast taco.

Now, back to biz.

I started reading Infinite Jest. I'm on page 42. Here are my impressions so far.

Reasons DFW and I will be BFFs in the afterlife. Or, things I like about Infinite Jest up to pg. 42:
1. DFW often uses the word "creepy."
2. His first footnote describes crystal meth.
3. His characters say "like" in dialogue.
4. This paragraph: "I tend to get beat up, sometimes, at the Academy, for stuff like that. Does this bear on why I'm here? That I'm a continentally ranked junior tennis player who can also recite great chunks of the dictionary, verbatim, at will, and tends to get beat up, and wears a bow tie? Are you like a specialist for gifted kids? Does this mean they think I'm gifted?" (pg. 28)

And these are the bad seeds of the book so far (It's okay, they're not TOO important, and who knows? Maybe I'll end up loving them.):
1. Who calls their parents "the Moms" and "Himself"? Too twee. What is this, a Diablo Cody film?
2. That Hal calls his brother(?) "Boo" and "Booboo." Shut it down.
3. The (seemingly) random chapter in badly written ebonics.

More to come.

Beloved

I've been on a Shablool kick today, specifically the song Ma She'Yoter Amok Yoter Kachol (Whatever's Deeper Is More Blue). It's one of those songs you can just dance to in front of your mirror, perhaps with a hair brush in hand. Or while jumping on the bed. Or any other cliche activities that people perform while listening to awesome songs (driving with your hand out the window? standing outside of someone's window with a boombox over your head?).

My favorite video version is this one, because you can see my neighborhood in the distance, and Tel Aviv looked SO SHITTY when this video was made. Cracks me up. Just a bunch o' sand and dilapidated buildings. AMAZING. I think Arik is running around the beach I usually go to, which rules. One day, I will see him in Tel Aviv! He is the ultimate celeb sighting. And one day, Tel Aviv will look like this again, and I won't have to worry about people in huge skyscrapers staring at me while I sit on my balcony.
Here's the vid:

Unfortunately, the audio ain't too good on the Shitty Tel Aviv vid, so here's a better version:


<3

Arik is my favorite!*

*Except for when he sings cheesy, sentimental songs like Oof Gozal.

Look at Me, Busy as a Bee...

Damn, I am beginning to understand Israelis' obsession with New Age shit (yes, I am aware that I am Israeli and have always been into New Age shit, but let's just pretend I'm more of a foreigner than I really am and that the New Ageyness of Israelis is new to me).

It's just that you really have to be fucking zen to get through a day in Tel Aviv. Every day, I meet so many people I want to scream at, but I restrain myself. Like the scary frazzled woman on the bus today who was putting her bare feet on the seat in front of me. Or 99% of bus drivers. Well, okay, I guess my frustrations, as usual, mostly have to do with the bus, but ya know.

Thank God I do yoga. (I say this while dressed in full yoga gear even though I decided NOT to go to yoga after I put all my yoga clothes on. Instead I watched TV.)

And to think how much calmer I am now than I was when I first got here. (Did you know I've almost been here 1 year? OMG.) I was basically hyperventilating/crying every 2 secs 10 months ago, runnin round like a chicken with its head cut off.

Despite my current semi-calmness, I don't understand how I'm this exhausted every day simply from riding the bus, sitting in a cubicle, and riding the bus again. How does that tire a person so much? It just ain't right.

Maybe I should start doing meth?

Then I could be like this chipper young woman:



Hah, that never fails to crack me up.

Balloon Boys: What a Hoax!

I just got back from the Rabin rememberance rally. Never before have I seen so many 14-year-olds with Peace Now stickers! I felt like an alcoholic on Mardi Gras, like this is the one day a year when MY WAY is socially acceptable. Suddenly everyone was a leftist! People were signing up left and right for the Peace Now listserv. What is the deal?

And the 14-year-olds, oh the 14-year-olds. They really wanted our Peace Now balloons and would not shut up about them. "Can I have a balloon?" "No." "What if I sit here all evening? Can I get the balloon then?" "No, honey, but don't worry, there are lots of balloons out there that you can have in the future. Life is long." "But I want the balloon. Promise me you won't give the balloon to anyone else." "No."

Jeez Louise! The teens need to tone it down with the balloon-wanting!

Anyways, the rally felt self-congratulatory and fauxgressive. I mean, what was Ehud Barak doing there?! This event was as filled with hot air as our coveted Peace Now balloons.

In His Brain, There Are File Cabinets, and Secretaries Filing Their Nails... Downstairs

The other day, I was sitting around capitalizing words and changing verb tenses (probably) at work, when suddenly, I felt intense pain in my chest and stomach. Ouchies. I decided to take a cab home even though it cost 50 sheks, and the entire traffic-ridden way home I writhed in pain in the back seat. I dunno why my body hurt. It is a mystery. Waaaah.

While in pain in a cab, I heard an Israeli song on the radio that is totes trying to be Of Montreal circa Coquelicot.

This thing:



Is like that thing:



But not as good, obviously.