Lady parts.

I have girl parts. It's true. I am, in fact, a girl and I identify myself as a girl. Female, rather. Girl. Woman. Freaks me out having to delineate between the two because one day, you really stop being a girl and become a woman. Really. You stop being, you know, young. Where am I in that weird spectrum? I don't know. Britney knows. Britney is wise:



(hahaha, oh man, as if no one else has pulled this joke on the internet before...)

But yes! Clit Fest Chicago is this weekend and I urge everyone to attend a free workshop or go see some bands. I'm psyched on Witch Hunt; last I saw them was in our shared hometown of Philadelphia and I had just decided to move, really do it. It was a fucking riot of a good time. I was 17. I'm definitely not 17 anymore but I can still appreciate amazing things when it comes around. At least I hope so.

Little girl with the dirty ankles

Jonathan Richman - That Summer Feeling (from I, Jonathan)

This is my summer. Sorry for not writing; I meant, too. Of course, of course. I've done typical summer music Chicago things. Pitchfork Festival. Concerts in Grant and Millennium Parks. Shows at the Empty Bottle, Subterranean, The Hideout, sweaty basements, humid living rooms, and cluttered backyards. No Lollapalooza because I don't have, what, $240? to spend. This easily has been the best summer I've had in Chicago. It's been relatively quiet compared to most others--no foreign countries, no major trips, no life-shattering events, no cute boys--but it's been a beaut. The weather has been gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous here. General positivity is bizarre, never mind the occasional bouts of lameness.

Anyway, I just purchased tickets to see Joanna Newsom perform with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra on August 22. I'm excited. That should go without saying. I've been meaning to see the Symphony, to dress up, to grab a nice dinner before and a drink after. I also have amazing, amazing seats: Main Floor, Row B, seats 101 and 102.



Though, no friend to come with yet. Chances are, I'll be scrambling last minute to find a warm body to squeeze into the seat next to me. Oh well. I've sort of settled at the idea that maybe I should start buying single tickets for this sort of thing but haven't put it into practice yet.

Start Playing Music

You guys, I'm in love.

It's beautiful, isn't it? It's a Microkorg. But not just any Microkorg. It's the reverse key one. PRETTTTTYYYYY. Granted, I'm not really in a band (well...) and it's been some time since I've touched an instrument (that's what she said?) but look, I swear, if I had this beaut of a synth, my life would rule so hard. Now, if I had the heart to shell out a week's worth of pay to get my paws on one of 'em. Hmmm.

Chicago is not that far away.

There are three very obvious songs that come to mind when "Philadelphia" is thrown into the mix: Bruce Springsteen's "Streets of Philadelphia", Elton John's "Philadelphia Freedom", and Neil Young's "Philadelphia". I love them all though I probably love the city much more than any song possible. Of the three, Neil Young's is my favorite.

Extremely Out of It

Am I allowed to admit that I haven't been listening to music? To good music? To relevant music? Not too long ago, I religiously would check for new things to let pour through my headphones and speakers but now, now! Gosh. Did you know cilantro plants flower? Because mine are currently flowering and my tomatoes are coming in and who knew that it was at all possible to grow anything on a Chicago balcony in cheap terra cotta planters.

I've been listening to a lot of pop-punk from my youth. Embarrassing? I guess it should be, but it's not at all. Love it lots. I know all of the words to Saves the Day's "At Your Funeral".



Being preoccupied is okay. I shouldn't let this blog die, though, as I thoroughly enjoy writing in it. Well, here's to more posting. I leave for Philadelphia in a handful of hours; I'll be gone for a week and I have been floating quite a bit recently that I think this trip is muchly needed to ground me, to remind me that my life rules so hard instead of only occasionally ruling and being okay the rest of the time. I hope my tomatoes will be okay.

There Will Be A Picture of Scarlett Johansson Here When I Get Home

Today, I listened to the Scarlett Johansson album. You know the one. Tom Waits cover album? Yeah, well, look, I think she's hot. I am jealous that she's two-years-and-some months older than me and she's probably living THE LIFE. THE LIFE that involves making an album 'cause you want to, on a whim, with awesome people so that dowdy, homely, mildly adorable bloggers can blog about it at work and think, "Jeez, this is pretty terrible but that's okay because, obviously, she's having fun and she's hot." Good Lord. I want THE LIFE.

difficulties

It is not easy to update a blog without Internet access.