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  1. SCIENCE!

    June 15, 2009 by ms. xandra

    I have just begun work on my next Great Social Experiment.  Today I was at the Pride parade, and managed to pick up two coupons for burritos from Chipotle.  So, I could have lunch twice, for free.  Or I could post this on Craigslist:

    “Dear Gentlemen of Los Angeles,

    I totally scored two coupons for free burritos at Chipotle and at first I was all like “Sweet, two free lunches.” But then I had a moment of inspired genius when I realized that my two lunches were really the equivalent of one date. SO! One of you, Gentlemen of Los Angeles, will be selected for the dubious distinction of joining me for a 2000 calorie burrito! It will be so totally awesome, and if we don’t have terrible gas afterwards, we can so TOTALLY MAKE OUT. All you have to do is match the following criteria:

    1. Be between the ages of 24-34, approx.,
    2. Like burritos,
    3. Like glasses-wearing redheads,
    4. Have at least a passing interest in any of the following: post-punk; Battlestar Galactica; the literary oevre of Jeffrey Brown, Daniel Clowes, or Ariel Schrag; public transit; googie architechture; science fiction movies with giant spiders, laser guns, scientists, and tesla coils in them.

    Bonus points if you happen to have a beard.

    Game on!


    Location: Dreaming of carne asada in WeHo”

    It is important to note here that the likelihood that I will respond to any replies I might get is slim to nil; I would probably rather have lunch by myself (seeing as how I am a dried up old spinster) or with, like, an awesome ladyfriend.  HOWEVER, this is a scientific opportunity that must not be passed up, and I promise to post a selection of the greatest hits from the replies that I get.

    In other news:

    While I was riding the bus home yesterday, I was listening to “Enjoy the Silence,” and, you know the part that goes “all I ever wanted, all I ever needed is here, in my arms”?  Well, at that moment, I looked down and noticed that there, in my arms, were 60 final exams that I had to grade.  AH YES.

    OH, and as I was writing this, I got my first response.  Let’s see what bachelor number one has to say:

    “hey there 28 year old single male here that luvvvsss chiptole…but luvs making out more..if your real and like what you see send over your pic and lets chat on here or on the phone and see if we cant make this happen.talk to you soon

    im on the right in blue in the pic (editor’s note:  there was no picture attached) and yes im a genius”

    The internet never, ever lets me down.


  2. MORE things I have done since last we spoke:

    June 11, 2009 by ms. xandra

    1. Got gloriously, sloppily drunk;

    2. Fell asleep and subsequently had a dream that my roommate and I got a pet tortoise (or rather, the tortoise crawled out from under my bed one morning and we were like, “Hey neat! We’ve got a tortoise!”) and then we got into a huge fight because I wanted to name the tortoise “Daydream Believer” and he thought that was a stupid idea;

    3.  Told my roomate about the dream, he said, “You predicited the future!  I do think ‘Daydream Believer’ is a stupid name for a tortoise,” which clearly indicates that he knows nothing about either tortoises or awesome names for things;

    4. Got a sewing machine on craigslist! Rock and Roll and Sewing Summer starts RIGHT NOW;

    5.  Named my sewing machine “Daydream Believer.”

    Unrelated: what is up with boys? Seriously.  I’m starting to worry that the problem is me.  Seems completely unlikely, though, because last time I checked, I was awesome and boys were still idiots.

    OH AND ALSO:  Turns out the LA Public Library has back issues of Seventeen magazine starting from 1962.  I am, like, so totes going this weekend so I can do some archival research for Yet-Untitled Shangri-Las Project.


  3. Since last we spoke,

    June 9, 2009 by ms. xandra

    I co-hosted a very  successful and awesome conference;

    and then I wrote a paper about the Shangri-Las;

    and then I became a Master (Mistress?) of Arts in Musicology (aka:  “That’s a field?  Did you make that up?  I thought that was a Prince album.”)


  4. Panic

    June 3, 2009 by ms. xandra

    I just realized that in Ye Grande Computer Failure of a few weeks ago, I may have lost my Most Important Document Ever, namely, the spreadsheet of every boy I’ve ever made out with. However, given the dearth of makeouts that generally characterizes my day-to-day life (recent earthquake-causing activity notwithstanding), I think it’s safe to assume that I hadn’t updated it since my last backup, which means that it hopefully still exists on my external hard drive. Hopefully. I don’t want to have to reconstruct that from memory. That would be far too traumatic.


  5. Dude,

    April 20, 2009 by ms. xandra

    we totally just saw Seth Rogen and Martin Starr at Canter’s!  Verdict:  Seth Rogan was SO TOTALLY CUTER back in his Undeclared days, and also was so totally cuter before he started making really gross, misogynistic movies.  Luckily, I now have Galen Tyrol, who looks pretty much just like him and also has the benefit of being Better because he is on Battlestar Galactica.  And, as previously discussed, spends one episode as a bearded union organizer, HELLO.


  6. Postcard

    April 12, 2009 by ms. xandra

    So, Spinsters Hit New Orleans is going pretty well.  The conference ended yesterday and was pretty great (and my paper presentation went kind of awesomely and everyone was abuzz about Beth Ditto, which is super, and Spinster Amy also did a totally fabulous job.  It seems the rumours are true:  we are, in fact, the Greatest Minds of Our Generation.)

    And last night we were drinking in the streets (for we are not only smart, but also classy!) and today we rode the streetcar to Anne Rice’s house and last night we saw the Preservation Hall Jazz Band, and just now I ate a brownie made out of rosemary and Southern Comfort.  And also we picked out which Garden District homes we will live in when we establish our Spinster Colony in the South. 

    And when I get home I will post a picture of yesterday’s breakfast, which was french toast with bananas and ice cream and pecans and bourbon sauce and you will all be jealous.


  7. As they say in Science-Fiction Stories: Time to Blast Off.

    April 8, 2009 by ms. xandra

    Hey, I almost forgot! I’m going to New Orleans tomorrow! Neat.

    You can probably expect blog posts for the rest of the week that read something like this: “and then I had a drink, and then I gave a paper, and then I had another drink, and then I ate a praline.”


  8. Also, I forgot to mention

    March 30, 2009 by ms. xandra

    that I was someone’s Bizarro World missed connection the other day – the ad’s expired now so I can’t post a link, but basically it said something to the effect of “you, redhead, left your apartment on Laurel and headed north.  You were wearing blue tights and a white sweater.  It was 10:30.”  The morning in question, I, redhead, left my apartment on Laurel and headed south.  I was wearing blue tights and a black sweater.  It was 9:30.

    BIZARRO WORLD!  It’s here!  It’s now!


  9. Yet another string of non-sequiturs

    March 30, 2009 by ms. xandra

    1.  Dear every straight boy on the internet:  Your favourite books are Fight Club and The Fountainhead?  Seriously? And this is why I have renewed my commitment to spinsterhood.

    2.  I just dyed my favourite skirt purple because it was old and kind of strangely discolored after the Epic Turmeric Disaster of a few months ago.  Now it is purple and significantly awesomer.  Predictably, though, this science project resulted in my fingers being dyed purple, which is unfortunate, but a small price to pay for being an extraordinarily fashionable young lady.

    3.  So, Sir Roommate and I started watching Battlestar from the beginning a while ago (NO SPOILERS, JERKS!  We only just finished season 2).  And Galen Tyrol quickly emerged as my favourite character because he is SO CUTE in that Seth-Rogen-Before-He-Lost-Weight kind of way, and then in the last episode that we watched, he grew a beard!  And got glasses!  And became a labour organizer!  Which is just . . . really hot.  I just want to, like, make little unionized babies with him.  And I would link to a picture except that I cannot google anything BSG-related, lest I accidentally find out something that I don’t want to find out yet.  Our relationship is SO COMPLICATED, GOSH.

    4.  Do I seriously have to go back to school this week?  Shit.


  10. Hey, what did you do for spring break?

    March 30, 2009 by ms. xandra

    Like, a whole bunch of stuff!

    First, I wrote a paper about outer space and the B-52s, but you already knew that.  For various roundabout reasons, the research process for this paper involved listening to Les Baxter’s Moog Rock, which is a horrible album.  Too bad, Les Baxter.  Less horrible but still horrible and yet wonderful is Space Escapade, which you can download here in its entirety because this is the kind of repertory that people geek out over and then put on the interwebs to share with everybody.

    And then!  VV and I went to explore LA’s Chinatown, which, like most things in this city, is a strange, fake place, and we visited every bakery, read some historical signs, were creepily propositioned by a man in a car who was either asking if we knew where he could park or if we were married, and,  discovered the Ooga Booga store, which is a shop where  hipsters go to sell zines, mix tapes, and ceramic french fries.  And then we ate dinner at Phillipe’s and then we found the giant donut in South Central!  HERE IS PROOF:

    DONUTLAND

    Nice.  And also, on the way home, we passed Mr. T’s Meat Market, which seriously exists.  Here is more proof, in the form of a blurry photo taken from a moving car:

    MrT

    See what ends I go to to document weirdness for you all?

    And then!  Last night we went to the theatre.  We saw Serial Killers at Sacred Fools, which, seriously, was kind of like if that ol’ Fringe Festival of ours did a show every week – ie:  mostly it was crappy and a tad offensive, but there was this really good play called A CAT WROTE THIS PLAY! which was totally great and made up for it.  We are going back next Friday for Magnum Opus Theatre, which sounds like a pretty important invention.

    Other things I did:  went to every vintage store in town, drank a lot of coffee.