oiran | meme, mail, The Ponys!!!!! and maybe I should think about a job; also, NYC

that journal name meme thing, as seen everywhere, but most recently on

slodwick's LJ.

My journal title was actually gone, so I guess I took it out at some point, but I put it back (emphatically) for this meme. It says, "kick off my shoes, shut reason out," which is a line from a Tori Amos song called "Crazy" that I, um, relate to. In many ways besides the obvious.

Subtitle is also from that song. The line goes, "He said, 'First, let's just unzip your religion down,'" which is very sexy, and conflicted and rather *guh.* I like the vague, dirty theology concept wherever I think I find it.

I don't think the friends title shows up anywhere because I took the code for all that stuff out when I designed my own pages, but there are words that *could* show...it's more Tori. "Rabbit, where'd you put the keys?" But, again, I don't think there's anywhere you can see it. Oh--wait. It shows up at the top. Duh.

Username is velvetglove because it's a definite girl name and, while I enjoy people doing a double-take when I introduce myself as jed, that's only fun in person. Online, it's a pain, though I haven't been hanging out in areas where people challenge my gender much in the last couple years. I wanted a change. I was jedbird on TWoP and that was more of an in-joke between me and Mr. G. And there's a Daniel Clowes tie-in, and the iron fist dichotomy thing, and I rather like gloves. It also goes well with the "lady" images I tend to favor for icons. Or brings up stroking connotations with the naked boy icons. It's all good.

I'm mailing stuff out to a few people tomorrow. I think you know who you are; if not, you'll know I meant you when you get your packages ;)

I heard a record today that got me very excited: The Ponys. Per excitable record store guy, they kicked ass at SXSW. They're playing Memphis on Saturday, but it's a 3-hour drive and Mr. G will be just back from a business trip. I don't know how much leverage I can get out of the birthday thing, and admittedly I've only driven through Memphis and have no idea where/when/how to go to a show there. But, anyway: The Ponys. They're like Killing Joke produced by Phil Spector, played loud for girls to drink beer to. Woo! Record store guy could not sell me a copy because the one playing was his own and he was not giving it up, even for charming, charming me.

It has occurred to me that I should ingratiate myself and try to get them to give me a half-assed job, because I miss having new music all the time. I am not above using wiles to get work...it's just I've never had a line of work where wiles would do a damn bit of good. And while this record store doesn't sell comic books, it has way better music options than the other indie record store.... A job where I could sing and bounce around and have it be more or less normal behavior appeals. I mean, really, do I seem like a medical researcher to any of you? Maybe I was at one point, but I don't think I could anymore, even if I wanted to. A medical career left me more cynical than I would have been anyway, and also prone to telling stories about gross vaginal discharges while people are eating.

NYC: Where's good to stay? Cheap (ha!), in the city, clean. I tend to favor boutique or independent ventures over chains, but I can stay anywhere that is clean, really. We're planning frantically...