tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360815492011-04-21T12:41:42.450-07:00incessant- and perhaps incoherent- verbosity from an optimistic misanthrope.bailee.noreply@blogger.comBlogger351100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-23375933865226631882008-07-11T10:51:00.001-07:002008-07-11T10:52:00.827-07:00

my blog doesn't live here anymore.it now lives here: noblackink.com

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-5372977213657549812008-02-21T11:25:00.001-08:002008-02-21T11:53:00.034-08:00

My friend Michael just forwarded me an email from the Obama campain, alerting donators and supporters about the American Leadership Project that was announced yesterday. I'd been meaning to donate to Obama's effort for a while, so the missive lit a fire under my ass and I did it right away. Then I read the email more closely. The disconcerting part the message was this:The so-called "American

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-46184498987228874602007-12-07T11:58:00.000-08:002007-12-07T12:12:15.361-08:00

I like writing. I'm only going to get better at it if I actually do it more often. Now, however, seems to not be the time.How do you cure writer's block if you're not even a writer?

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-64815071832509720112007-08-01T16:49:00.000-07:002007-08-01T16:59:05.350-07:00

This one I wasn't too stoked on. I feel like it really limited me. Nils gave us 4 different scenarios and asked us to expound on them for ten minutes. I got so bummed out I didn't even do the fourth... Oops. I felt really blocked and uninspired.Scenario 1It's late. You're out walking in a quiet neighborhood. You're worried, looking for something. There's a house in front of you. A door

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-35244207026331817092007-07-30T17:28:00.000-07:002007-07-30T18:06:48.941-07:00

As part of the bailee. life-overhaul, I signed up for a fiction/short story writing class at the UW's Experimental College. I've been once, and while I'm annoyed with my fellow classmates, I like the teacher and I look forward to blowing him away. Judging by my competition in the classroom, I don't think that will be too hard. We started a true exquisite corpse exercise where we were in

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-76260838488218597772007-05-23T13:30:00.000-07:002007-05-23T13:35:53.321-07:00

In a further attempt to alienate anyone who reads my blog and DOESN'T frequent the Cap Hill "scene," here's an IM conversation from earlier today that I keep thinking (and giggling) about:bailee: hey, was it just me, or did [REDACTED] SUCK BALLS?donte: it was lame - i came by for my hellos and well wishes, and that was itbailee: i am SO TIRED of hearing the same 10 songs every time i go to that

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-43503634881087241812007-04-16T15:17:00.000-07:002007-04-17T10:36:07.347-07:00

One of the more depressing casualties of the Keenan Bowen Debacle of Ought-Six was the feature I wrote on Truckasauras that was going to run before their opening slot for Daedelus. It was slated to run in the October 19th edition, but was shelved on the 11th... Two days later, Dave and I were unemployed. Sigh. What with all the hullabaloo surrounding the Truck now, I revisited the story, and

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-71890680683405358522007-04-05T16:50:00.000-07:002007-04-05T17:02:13.202-07:00

I had a vivid and disturbing dream last night. I was shacking up in this flop-house on northeastern Manhattan (in my dream it was in Harlem but I don't think that's correct). Instead of being on the water, though, the building was smack up against a hillside, a huge, rolling hillside with a metal fence running the length of it. Like, one whole side of the building was without windows because it

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-38234499986163370362007-04-04T12:26:00.000-07:002007-04-04T12:28:51.268-07:00

My camera is en route to me, so once I get that I'll throw up a huge post about the Truckasauras/Portland weekend. Until then, however, maybe this GLOWING FUCKING PRAISE from PITCHFORK and Line Out will tide you over.I called this shit like a year ago. Those boys are gonna be famous. Much love to the Truck.

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-36156263107944459622007-04-03T13:30:00.000-07:002007-04-03T13:37:54.377-07:00

So. Last week at Ratatat's "DJ" set at Havana, I lost my iPod. jbin said he saw me, at one point, look down at my bag and see that my headphones were no longer attached to anything, and whimper. The next morning, in a slightly-less drunken state, I realized it was long gone. I went through brief moments of incredulity and irritation, and then just decided that instead of spending my next

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-68625226528458189362007-03-27T02:17:00.000-07:002007-03-27T02:22:51.155-07:00

While talking about this weekend's debaucherous intentions: "Gotta give you something better to talk about than Triscuits and hummus."Oh, snap. Burn.Keep posted for an On The Road/Fear And Loathing-type journal of Truckasauras' Portland Weekend Blast-off Extraordinare.

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-44182095012670102472007-03-17T21:53:00.000-07:002007-03-17T21:58:15.605-07:00

I'd be a far less picky eater if all food came in Black Pepper flavor.Seriously, I could subsist on these crackers with hummus for the rest of my days. Throw an avocado in there and I'm set.

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-36562554410145171942007-03-14T22:37:00.000-07:002007-03-15T10:30:10.161-07:00

While watching last week's episode of Lost (not this week's, mind you, as it is on right now and I'll patiently download it tomorrow, thank you very much), I found myself wondering why Sawyer is my favorite character. Granted, Josh Holloway is a rugged stone fox, but there's also that whole "tortured soul that won't let anyone close" schtick that he's got going for him, too (although, that sums

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-80350481814583878862007-03-06T16:16:00.000-08:002007-03-06T16:21:34.704-08:00

May I present to you Jonah Santos Dominic Lamas.Born March 6th at 4:17 AM (12 days late! Obviously inherited his father's sense of punctuality).9.13 lbs, 21 inches long.I'm going to be the best ADOPTED aunt ever.On a side note... I suck at blogging.

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-14889908666878472112007-02-19T19:19:00.000-08:002007-02-19T19:24:47.743-08:00

I have a proposal for all males over the age of twelve: Can we please call an indefinite moratorium on the usage of "weiner," "weenie," "weenis," or any derivative thereof when referring to one's member? That terminology stopped being cute around the time you learned the scientific nomenclature for said organ. Whenever I hear it, it literally makes me cringe. If you stop using that, I'll stop

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-42154598827655282007-02-15T15:46:00.000-08:002007-02-19T19:23:44.017-08:00

Due to Apple's 2007 Campaign to Drive bailee. Absolutely Batshit Crazy (brought to a screeching halt by my benevolent mother), posting has been impossible as of late. Vegas is keeping me busy, so I'm just gonna throw up this one that's been percolating for awhile:Via Seattlest, BLVD Gallery's Damion Hayes has begun a video series on local artists on his blog, Artstash. Much to my merriment and

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-62406784161324304132007-02-08T12:36:00.000-08:002007-02-08T13:13:10.879-08:00

I was all stoked for the Busdriver CD release party here in LA last night. It was to be Busdriver performing alongside Nobody and Boom Bip (who shared production duties on Roadkill Overcoat), and Daedelus was going to be recording his set for a live album. I got my girl Brooke all excited, she rallied the troops, and off we went.We showed up to The Airliner around midnight and things looked

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-29823840532784747452007-01-31T22:59:00.001-08:002007-01-31T22:59:56.378-08:00

My boy won.

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-43243238968276157482007-01-31T21:52:00.000-08:002007-01-31T22:13:47.412-08:00

February's issue of (Sound) (is it Seattle Sound? Sound Seattle? I can't tell) has a surprisingly well-written and effectively sentimental article on Jesse Sykes, of Sweet Hereafter fame. Being the February issue, in favor of all things Valentinidous™, the angle of part of the piece and its corresponding sidebar centers on Sykes' relationship with Sweet Hereafter guitarist Phil Wandscher. The

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-41098322806720421582007-01-31T21:05:00.000-08:002007-01-31T21:26:16.880-08:00

Today started out excitingly enough, with some pyromaniacal idiot finding it necessary to light a woman on fire in downtown Seattle.Then came irrational demonizing of Ignignot and Ur.Not to be outdone by the City of Boston's overreaction and ineptitude, tonight on my way home I walked past a fire engine on the side of the road, siren blaring and lights flashing, and watched four firemen stand

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-44700240858490034292007-01-28T19:58:00.000-08:002007-01-31T14:14:22.224-08:00

all photos ©2007 jbinThe Girl Talk show at Chop Suey last night had been much hyped since it was announced back in October: The Stranger devoted tons of print space and bandwith to promoting the show, and word of mouth spread like wildfire amongst the hipster-elite in Seattle. Girl Talk's album has been the soundtrack to many a party in the last few months. People love it, and rightfully so.

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-43084079819096481902007-01-27T15:54:00.000-08:002007-01-27T15:57:14.443-08:00

From truckasauras/...pictures of arty's party are here.

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-5852759650240395082007-01-26T17:29:00.000-08:002007-01-26T17:33:43.205-08:00

So here's the (tentative) plan for tonight:8ish: one-on-one time (read: beers at the Dunne's) with Arturo, who is leaving Seattle FOREVER in about 36 hours.9:30ish: scooch on up to Neumo's to catch Truckasauras. I haven't missed a performance since they opened for Dabrye in July and the Chop Suey website had the wrong door time, and I don't intend to ever miss another one again.10:15ish: as

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-27066072439860203292007-01-25T22:05:00.000-08:002007-01-26T07:38:28.264-08:00

Remember Claire Danes, of My So-Called Life and William Shakespeare’s Romeo + Juliet fame? She is so much prettier in real-life than she is on the screen. Her skin is impossibly clear and milky, her eyes are huge and blue, and she looks great with absolutely no make-up on. How do I know this, you ask? I passed her on a stairwell at Moss in SoHo today. She looked me in the eye, smiled, and

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-67919588012345663302007-01-24T19:16:00.000-08:002007-01-24T19:52:00.795-08:00

I hold these truths to be self-evident:the vegan options in NYC are limitless and extraordinary. A buffalo chicken sandwich with ranch dressing, entirely animal-free. Curly's Vegetarian Lunch, you make me happy.Häagen Dazs' Zesty Lemon Sorbet tastes way better in a king-size bed with down-filled pillows watching pay-per-view with one of your favorite people than it does alone on your couch in

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-68820507356010333612007-01-16T14:40:00.000-08:002007-01-16T16:00:51.804-08:00

Last night, I spent the better part of my evening in a whiskey-fueled debate (the best kind) with an educated evangelical theologian (the worst kind). He's actually fallen from the Christian take on things, and it ended up that he and I share a lot of the same perspective on religion and belief.Faith seems to me to be the most fallible essence of human nature. Even disregarding the concept of

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-29221074094156004732007-01-16T12:39:00.000-08:002007-01-16T12:41:20.784-08:00

11:32 am P.S. You suck at blogging Thanks. I'll do my best to remedy that.

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-59604911501378820202007-01-11T13:38:00.001-08:002007-01-11T13:39:57.097-08:00

In essence, the U.S. invaded Iran last night.Bush seems to do this quite often: execute some sneaky maneuver while the country is busy being distracted by something else; in this case, his speech on the escalation strategy that he gave last night.AMERICAblog sums up my concern thusly: How exactly are we going to fight a war with Iran? Our generals told us we didn't even have enough troops to meet

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-22334472310852208812007-01-11T12:15:00.000-08:002007-01-11T12:15:42.861-08:00

Speaking of sexual episodes at a public execution*: last night I saw Perfume, the adaptation of the book by German novelist Patrick Süskind. There may be some spoilers in the following post (and I can't figure out the code for expanded-summary posts), so skip this one if you're concerned.I started reading the novel a little over a year ago, and didn't get very far. Süskind's style of writing-

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-80682140792280709782007-01-09T11:00:00.000-08:002007-01-09T11:51:22.304-08:00

I've been waiting for months for Apple to unveil the iPhone, which they did this morning. Even almost more awesome than that, however, is the fact that Crunch Gear has been liveblogging from Macworld's keynote address since 9 this morning (they finished as I wrote this post) with some applet installed that keeps refreshing the site so you don't have to. Not that I had my browser window open all

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-72659598016503209402007-01-06T18:47:00.000-08:002007-01-06T19:46:08.922-08:00

Something about the new year and the solstice awakens the pagan/hippie in me. I always end up reading through journals and sifting through photographs from ages ago. Today I found this, written in 1995:I drank my own blood this morning in the shower; I was rinsing the shampoo from my hair. When I opened my eyes, there were droplets of blood splattered across the wall in front of me. I looked

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-29106439749770661342007-01-05T19:34:00.000-08:002007-01-05T19:46:07.591-08:00

You know what's not the least bit attractive? Attempting to run, as quickly as possible, across an intersection teeming with a two-inch deep stream of water, one hand shoved in your pocket and the other one holding on for dear life to an umbrella that seems only moments away from being torn from your grasp. All while trying to balance the bag strapped to your back that holds your laptop. So,

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-45840476676477190362007-01-04T10:15:00.000-08:002007-01-04T10:25:09.288-08:00

This roundup may be even sadder than the actual public execution. Yeah, it totally is.I had serious issues in the days leading up to Saddam's hanging, and when it actually happened I felt hollow. I'm not feeling inspired to launch into a diatribe about the death penalty, but Americablog has myriad posts about the entire ordeal that I'm inclined to agree with.On another note, all the talk about

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-57182712706264134662007-01-03T10:46:00.000-08:002007-01-04T10:24:28.729-08:00

The FourthCity/ SunTzu Sound/ Shameless party at Lo Fi Performance Gallery.Martinis. 3 inch heels. Absinthe. Girls. Numerous midnight kisses (with four participants being named Jason). A story about an erroneous 911 callback which ended in the responding officer solving a heated debate on whether "Mystery Science Theater (sans the '3000')" was an acceptable Trivial Pursuit answer. Hair

bailee.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36081549.post-37623044472465277122007-01-02T16:29:00.000-08:002007-01-02T17:01:54.703-08:00

"How you doing? I'm Tang, Jeremy [Enigk]'s tour manager.""I'm sorry, what's your name again?""Tang. Like the drink. What's yours?""Bailee. Like the drink."

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