Jenny Lewis with the Watson Twins-Hott

Jenny Lewis(Rilo Kiley) with the Watson Twins, Rise Up With Fists

Lyrics--
What are you changing?
Who do you think you're changing?
You can't change things, we're all stuck in our ways
It's like trying to clean the ocean
What do you think you can drain it?
Well it was poison and dry long before you came

But you can wake up younger under the knife
And you can wake up sounder if you get analyzed
And I better wake up
There before the grace of God go hide!

It's hard to believe your profits
When they're asking you to change things
But with their suspect lives we look the other way
Are you really that pure, Sir?
Thought I saw you in Vegas
It was not pretty, but she was

But she will wake up wealthy
And you will wake up 45
And she will wake up with babies
There before the grace of God go hide!

What am I fighting for?
The cops are at the front door
I can't escape that way, the windows are in flames
And what's that on your ankle?
You say they're not coming for you
But house arrest is really just the same

Like when you wake up behind the bar
Trying to remember where you are
Having crushed all the pretty things
There before the grace of God go hide!

But I still believe
And I will rise up with fists
And I will take what's mine mine mine
There before the grace of God go hide!
There before the grace of God go hide!
There before the grace of God go hide!
There before the grace of God go hide!
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Today has been ok...

Dear Diary..I mean Blogger...I mean Internet public...

I had the weirdest day today.

It started off weird-finished weird-middled weird. it was just weird.

Last night I had a strange dream that I was young and living basically in the storage closet in my room and it was cold a bleak with a couple other young girls who I really didn't recognize. Lying on top of some boxes was a green snake, which later turned into a lizard dinosaur of some sort that I ended up having to confront and wrestle. I have dreamed about this creature before making it extremely odd. But what made it even more odd was that eventually a nasty witch lady was after me and I had to hide in a garden and eventually it turned into a scene from Harry Potter. And basically I was faced with a morphed version of Lucius Malfoy and Lord Voldemort and I had to choose whether or not to use the killing curse on them. it was sort of a moral dilemma and in the end I did it perfectly and I killed it. I woke up so distraught over my ability to just off something so easily. I couldn't sleep the rest of the night. I just tossed and turned, rolled, covered and uncovered. I honestly felt like I had done it...and it was quite awful.

So I started my first day back to work on a nano-second of sleep. The coffee was too strong and my kids were in much too cheerful of a mood. I came home from lunch to find my great grandmother incredibly weak and I had to help my mother with her strained back to carry her up the stairs and to the kitchen table. She is getting progressively worse-the weakness in her legs anyway. I ate cream of wheat for lunch and thought about the amount of work I have to do. And I hate people who complain about the amounts of work they have to do because it is just really irritating-if there is so much to do and it is so bothersome and troubling then don't do it. And definitely don't complain to me about doing it. But it was more just that I haven't had a lot to do lately and have spent most of my time watching television or movies and all of a sudden I realized I have a lot to do.

So I went back to work where my boss was being a slight psycho-we hired a new employee who happens to be a very competent, educated, kid-friendly person and the entire time my employer stood by with her controlling hand trying to appear to not be controlling. That's another pet peeve-people who pretend to be chill and are really neurotic and anal retentive about things. I'm sorry but you can't be too chill if you are seriously committed to sorting all of your construction paper, making file folders for everything (and I mean everything) and insisting things are cleaned in certain ways.

Then I commenced my day by reading most of Roland Barthes "The Pleasure of the Text." And while I was reading it I was having some major deja vous. I was like I haven't read this but I have read something really similar talking about semiotics and making meaning from photographs. I couldn't remember the words but I was like these two authors would have been BFF-yeah then I realized the piece was "Camera Lucida" also authored by Barthes. It was the weirdest thing ever-thank you Jen Shaw and OSU!

So now here I lie-hopefully tired enough to sleep and yet I will probably read a little more before permanently retiring.

It was weird and deja vous-ish which, as a general rule I don't even believe in really.

and this varies from my normal blog entry-but as I believe that there is no theory/practice dichotomy -except as language simplifies it-I offer myself as an object and subject o inquiry.

Kimya Dawson, Juno

So I am so excited about the movie Juno and even more excited about Kimya Dawson and the fact that she did a significant portion of the music. Finally one of "those" movies that finally features the quirky girl as the main character instead of some stupid side kick that helps the straight white guy solve all of his problems (read Eternal Sunshine, Garden State etc...) So hopefully these vids work!

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