Andrea Digs [Insert Artist/Song Here] - October '07

Scott Matthews. Listen and love.

Scott Matthews - "Dream Song" (mp3)

GO GO GO

My Graduate School application is due by Thursday. Online application sent in and being processed? Check. CBEST taken and kicked up and down the block for drill? Check. Letter of Intent, the previous bane of my existence now written and officially amazing? Hell yes, Check (Thanks Nicole!). Three letters of recommendation from professors or associates in the field? Che--, well, not so much. I've confirmed with two of the three that they sent in their letters, so huge mop up of the sweaty brow there. The only thing remaining for me to worry about is this third floater. He's known to be unresponsive and slow with getting these things in, but for the ones he does write a letter for, he rocks it. I decided to take the gamble (Honestly, he's the only one I made an effort to get to know, so my options were basically him or him. But he really is super nice and ridiculously smart, he being my option is a good struggle). So I'm currently on Operation: Harass-A-Professor. I am pathetically emailing and leaving voicemail messages on his office phone with the hope that he will get tired of seeing my email address and hearing my trying-to-be-sweet-while-gently-browbeating-him voice on his phone. The pain will end for him and for me once he just prints out that letter, gets up from his chair, walks about 30 feet down the hall and hands it in. Cross fingers!

Beck - "Timebomb"


Update: He emailed today and said it would be sent in on time. Huzzah!

Kitschy Will Be the Death of Me

The Catalog Favorites magazine came in yesterday, and while quickly skimming through the pages it made me stop to contemplate. This genre of magazine has for awhile now been gnawing at me, slowly chipping away at my spirit and hopes for my future as a kick-ass 40 year old woman. It's that magazine that sells all of that middle aged crap like "Sleep Is The New Sex" or "Time Flies When You Are Having Rum!" t-shirts that only come in XXL, the tacky turquoise coral and shell caftan that they actually have the balls to describe as sensual, or the Fanny Bank where it makes "amusing sounds" when coins are deposited in the rear end. I know there are people out there that do order from these magazines because they've been mailing those suckers for a long time now. I just need to know this: Does your brain turn to dull and unfunny mush when you hit the age of 40 and on? What compels a woman, who was at one time 20 years old and would never ever have purchased any of this junk, to buy a Fartmaster Key Chain that comes with six realistic flatulent sounds? I fear for what will become of me, and that is why I have made a pact with Sean. I will provide the loaded shotgun and he will pull the trigger to end any potential embarrassment and/or misery that would directly stem from buying a "Sometimes I Pee When I Laugh" t-shirt.

Ryan Adams - "I Taught Myself To Grow Old"


The New Pornographers - "Challengers"

Panic Button A Go

I just submitted my technical Graduate School application. Now on to finishing my Letter of Intent and bugging my professors to get those recommendation letters written. Three weeks left.

Breathe...

Alexi Murdoch - Breathe