Swine flu, schwine flu

NMF! Woo woo!

Well folks, it's time for the second, now annual, Norman Music Festival. Not too shabby for a blip on the radar like Norman, OK. This year's line up includes a shit ton of local bands crowding the more than 10 stages camped out on downtown Main Street and beyond. So maybe, what, two of them won't suck? It's not me, just the odds. The headliners are Of Montreal, the Starlight Mints, Tea Leaf Green (who?) and someone else I already forgot. Rumor was Joaquin Phoenix was in the mix, but I think that fell through. Balls. I'm super psyched that the throngs descend upon Norman's historic downtown to hang out in the open air and partake of local businesses, but the line up fucking blows*.

I know we're limited, since it's, you know, Norman, but really? The best we can do is Of Montreal and a local band? Of Montreal performed at OU a couple of years ago (remind me to shoot myself for living here that long) and it BLEW. Their sound went out and they were rendered completely useless. Hipster sadness abounded. Also, I think my taste in music is decidedly female. For whatever that means. Like indie easy listening, I guess. Like what my mom would listen to if she were down with the psuedo-indie commercial scene. Like, how about the Hold Steady? That would actually be a good festival band. Or Spiritualized? That would be good. Vampire Weekend's too good for the OK? Dr. Dog? King Khan and the Shrines? Shit, even Hosty?** Anyone besides Of Montreal? Dunno why I'm so negative, but it seems like a good opportunity wasted.

However, of course, I will attend because what is better than wandering around in the sunshine with lots of peeps, dogs and beer? Answer: nothing. The BF and I are scheming to find the best way to beverage ourselves without paying for drinks. As in, seriously considering parking a beer packed car right now in a lot close enough to walk to from the venues for easy access. We shall see. It might be the perfect day for a flask.

Album that's getting me through the day: Jim - Jamie Lidell.



Cannot get efuckingnough of this guy. This album's a patented commute buster. Get it. It's this weird composite of schmaltzy Stevie Wonder, super 80s Zapp ad Roger, weird Prince, and the choir from Sister Act 2. It works, though.

Another Day and Out Of My System
Little Bit of Feel Good



*Yes, I realize we are lucky to have anyone agree to play this place. See here.
**Do you live in the area? Have you not yet been to Hosty? Are you rere?

summer summer summertime (except it's still spring)

Duuuuude! It's hot out there. Hot on my arms. Hot on the part in my hair. Hot on my nose. Hot on my bare feet. Bring it, vitamin D. 91 degrees! On April 22!


Irises* are blooming. Grass is greening. Who needs post work happy hour when you can find some books, some Boylan, and some serious sun?

*I'm not actually sure what kind of blooms those are, they just appeared in my yard.

F$#kbook

I am currently conducting an experiment of sorts. This is what happens when you don't have a car or bike to take you places. As you may or may not care, I work in HR at a university. I know, awesome, right? You may also not care that I'm really bad at the FB. Like rere. I don't post pictures, useful/funny updates or comments, nor do I have a mobile device made in this decade, so there's no spontaneous posting of super awesome stuff. The moral of this story is that I have five friends. On FB. In real life, I have two. And one is imaginary. That said, I realized that work is a source of FB friends that I haven't tapped into yet. But, I work in HR. So, will people be willing to accept my request knowing that, well, I work in HR. And conversely, do I have to be careful about what I post so as to not offend anyone? Surely, I will learn the answers to these questions and more in a totallly awkward/job losing way.

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Car troubles. I has them.

Have you ever been driving to work and your car makes a popping noise, then a grinding noise, then a dying noise, then another dying noise, and some more popping and clicking before all of the dash lights come on signifying death? So that happened today. As I wait for it to be towed and to empty my savings and to keep from crying at the thought of emptying my savings over a fucking water filter and timing belt, let's all look at this and smile.


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Is that a taco in your purse or are you just happy to see me?

Did you know, that on no less than two occassions, I have found a taco in the side pocket of my purse? Sometimes, I go to Taco Cabana (jealous?) and order too many tacos. So, I put one in my purse for safe keeping, until I'm ready to eat it at a later date. And then, you know, later, I find a taco in the side pocket of my purse.

XOXO,

Blythe

mmm... beer...

Guess where I am? In Austin, TX, overlooking 6th St. from a Hilton. For an awesome HR related conference. Guess what that means? Beer. Beer they won't sell in OK. Namely, Fat Tire.

Yeehaw!

Remember when I used to blog (badly) semi-regularly?

Yeah. Me too.