Living in Portland when you have no real income coming in is hard.
Lindsay did a yogurt taste-testing and is going to do a headache study next week. I’ve been rejected from three tasks on a site called Task Rabbit and one job that I interviewed for, so I guess one of us isn’t pulling her weight around here. But after listening to a rejection voicemail in Rudy’s Barbershop, I was told I have a “great look” by the guy sweeping the floor, so I guess I’m still killing it in Portland.
We’ve found a couple of good places on our street where we can eat cheaply: Pine State Biscuits (if you order just a biscuit or just an egg and cheese biscuit) and Tonalli’s Doughnuts & Cream. We’re really only into eating breakfast and brunch.
We also got to see The Julie Ruin and Performing Pop: a conversation with Khaela Maricich & Melissa Dyne of the Blow (and briefly, Mariano Pensotti’s Sometimes I Think, I Can See You) for free during Portland’s amazing TBA fest.
I forget why I originally started this post that is now just vaguely informing a non-existent online community what I’m up to.
I think I wanted to write about singing, and how I miss singing. I’m a grad student, and most of my time is supposed to be (and usually is) spent reading, furiously writing annotations, writing a poem seven hundred different ways until I get the first line in iambic pentameter, etc. But, I’m also a musician, and these past couple of weeks I haven’t been able to play music very much. And while I’ve always had the habit of occasionally singing the thoughts that are in my head, this has turned into a daily barrage of operatic nonsense (accompanied by dancing that Lindsay calls “spastic cabaret”) to whomever is around. I’m starting to think I might actually put together a one-woman show/musical about getting your life together. It’s not like I’m doing anything else. I actually crawled into my closet to retrieve a glittery baton (leftover prop from Seafarer, a film I did with Lindsay that is getting closer and closer to being done) for an added flourish to my performance the other day. So, I was in the car today, actually driving for the very first time in Portland—which shows you how much we drive here—listening to a mix CD and one of Tegan and Sara’s collaborations with Morgan Page, the lesser known and kind of weird track, Video, came on. I instantly was struck by two things: I want to sing this song at karaoke so badly (and want to go to karaoke so badly), and also that there is the repetition of the word “thrills”, which happens to be the title of one of my songs with Hers, which happens to be on an ep we released that is available for free download here. I named the song a long time after I wrote it, and now I’m wondering if it came from my love of singing along to this song.
Speaking of having a lot to do but distracting yourself with random things, I was trying to encourage Lindsay to come work in our cooperative workspace/office (that we share with Cody and Ellen) with me and she replied, “I will, I just started reading Billie Jean King’s twitter.”