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Miranda July is just too amazing. She should have babies with Christopher Walken (see below) and spawn an unbelievably cool child army. If you need proof as to how awesome she is, just check out the photos she did for Vice where she poses as movie extras from films like The Godfather and The Outsiders. I would love to vacation inside her brain for a weekend — what a marvelous place that must be to come up with great ideas like this!

This makes me so happy...

There really is nothing better. Watching Christopher Walken cook chicken in his very modest kitchen. I can't help it — the guy mesmerizes me. Even the way he washes out the chicken's cavity. There is just something so sweet and sinister about it. Enjoy!

My Head Just Exploded

I just found out (apparently from an anonymous source, no less) that my beloved Pavement are planning a reunion tour for 2010. The cynic in me thinks this is happening for one (or all three) specific reason(s):

1. Spiral Stairs finally ran out of material and didn't archive enough bonus tracks for a Terror Twillight reissue.

2. Stephan Malkmus doesn't really feel like putting out another tepidly received, moderately successful, semi-critically acclaimed album and needs to do something so he can afford to get his kids braces. Indie rock just doesn't pay the bills the way it used to.

3. They're all getting into their mid-to-late forties and are in need of a retirement plan.

But who cares? I am so excited for this tour (if it's going to happen), just like I was when the Pixies reunited. Sure, it's your basic cash grab. And, OK — I haven't listened to any indie rock since moving back to Thunder Bay two years ago (oddly, I can't get enough of Wilco). And yes, my flannel wearing, ironic band T-shirt days are long behind me. But (sigh) what I wouldn't give to see SM singing up-close and personal. I've had a major crush on him since Pavement was featured as a "Cute Band Alert" in Sassy Magazine.

For those of you born in the mid-'80s — um, that's like a long time ago. Oh, and speaking of the '80s — is anyone else out there as totally psyched as I am to see the remake of Fame? It opens on my birthday, which I'm taking as a sign from the gods that I must break out the legwarmers and glittery headband and shuffle-ball-change on down to the theatre.

Not only was I completely obsessed with the movie growing up, but a devoted fan of the TV show for most of my formative years. This would explain some questionable outfits I wore to school (see above legwarmers and glittery headband — this was a Catholic grade school in Thunder Bay after all and not a gritty New York school for the performing arts). My friends and I would even play "Fame" outside in the backyard where I always had to be Leroy. The show is directly responsible for me deciding to play the cello one year in grade school because I desperately wanted to be Lori Singer. My cello career abruptly ended one cold winters day when I missed my bus and had to walk home carrying my cello across my back. At one point I collapsed in a ditch and cars drove by me and laughed as I cradeled my cello ontop of me, wearing a Skidoo suit. Yes, fame costs and I did indeed pay in sweat that day.

Did I happen to mention that I still own all the cast albums?

clotheshorse

To be honest, the new catalogue from Toast really didn't do much for me. That said, there are a few things I'm really liking from their Fall line.

There are a million reasons not to like this dress. The neon lime green. The garish pattern. But I am strangely drawn to it.

Minus the rubber boots and weird Zorro hat, and I would pretty much wear this outfit every day.

I love this scarf — to me it's perfect.

love at first sight

(Somehow, We All Seem Connected Pt. 2 by Steven Harrington)

I can't stop starring at this Steven Harrington print. My word! How to fit this into my budget? I would love to have this hanging on the wall in my office. What do do, what to do?