Snapshot: Listening, Watching, Reading, Etc.

+ Kat

Listening: Lush, Ciao! 1989-1996; Neil Young and Crazy Horse, Zuma; Blonde Redhead, 23; Various Artists, Disco Not Disco 1974-1986 (an awesome early 80s electro compilation)
Watching: The Simpsons Movie, Last Year at Marienbad, "About A Girl," a short film featuring the most interesting usage of a Britney Spears song ever. It will kind of amuse you and then kind of destroy you in the last minute.
Reading: Prep, Curtis Sittenfeld; Stones from the River, Ursula Hegi
Wearing: Beau Soleil sweatshirt dress; J Brand skinny jeans; brown suede wedge ankle boots. I should stop filling this out, it's kind of boringsville if you're craving perpetual novelty. I kind of mastered the whole "wearing the same things in a million different ways" trick, but it doesn't translate well to a blurb, you know?
Wanting: My upstairs neighbors to stop having such disturbingly loud sex at 5 in the morning. Yes, we get it, your orgasms are ear-piercingly intense, but there's no need for the whole building to know.

+ Liz

Listening: Immediate SXSW nostalgia is making me listen to Monotonix, The Mae Shi, Yeasayer, Foot Village, and Ima Gymnist all the damn time. Also: John Maus!! And lots and lots of Sonic Youth, especially Murray Street.
Watching: On my flight from L.A. to New York Saturday morning I watched Juno for the third time, and guess what? I really really like this movie! I'd been experiencing some self-doubt over the past couple months, after having had a series of conversations with girls of a certain disposition, many of whom seemed to feel betrayed by the film because Juno and her best friend talk really annoyingly. And yes, I too am/was annoyed by so much of the script, and there's at least three things about the movie that I'm hugely uncomfortable with, but I just don't share those feelings of betrayal. I guess it's because I'm old now and I don't feel so compelled to identify with the 16-year-old simply because she wears shirts from Urban Outfitters and digs The Stooges. Rather, for better or worser, I identify most with Jason Bateman's character (just as I identified most with Paul Rudd in Knocked Up). But in the end I'm totally pulling for Jennifer Garner, and on third viewing I still completely teared up when she first meets her baby. So there you go: my very own little anti-Juno-haters rant, all hidden safely inside this week's Snapshot. (I also rewatched Friends With Money the other night; I give it about a B+.)
Reading: I dragged down all these early-90s issues of Spin and Details from my parents' attic and I'm eating them all up: Yum, yum, and more yum!
Wearing: new almost-blondish hair!
Wanting: a little bit of self-control so I can stop eating all the chocolate-covered Peeps and coconut cupcakes and Girl Scout Cookies that keep taunting me from the shelves of my parents' kitchen

+ Laura

Listening: I've been on a major John Lennon kick this past week; I mean, I guess it could be argued that my entire life has been one giant John Lennon kick since that fateful day my four year old self heard "Eight Days A Week" and never looked back, but whatever. My four year old self totally didn't get it like my super-savvy twenty-two year old self does. I'm talking about heaps of "Gimme Some Truth" and "Crippled Inside" and "I Don't Wanna Be A Soldier Mama" peppered with a constant internal dialogue of "John UNDERSTANDS". Oh yeah, and a lot of this really amazing Lennon-influenced boy/girl slack-psych duo called VER SACRUM.
Watching: Last night I watched the last episode of the last season of Veronica Mars so if you've ever watched V.Mars obsessively you'll understand why this is all kind of difficult for me to talk about right now.
Reading: THIS really engaging and informative Neil Aspinall obit by the O.G Beatles biographer Hunter Davies. Neil Aspinall was a great man, Man.
Wearing: A lot of scarves tied around my head (not all at once, but I'm really into doing this new tying-a-scarf-around-my-head look, and I just mean to say that it is no longer limited to only one scarf); a vintage Nike tank that reminds me of what maybe Sandi "Pepa" Denton would have worn in 1983; big tortoiseshell sunglasses- why can't I get over the stupid giant bug-eye sunglasses thing? Even Nicole Richie's pretty much over it, and she's way lamer than I am.
Wanting: Shorts and a sweater weather; jeans and a t-shirt weather; ballet flats and no socks weather; sundress weather; SUMMERTIME

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