A N N A J O H N ' S D I A R Y

october 28

i'm so fucking lazy. curly-haired goddess ranj asked me about my current location, and i'm totally ctrl-v'ing an answer below. time for me to announce it to the world, i guess:

all:

i know. i've been anomalously distant, figuratively AND literally, it turns out. i apologise for not being accessible to you. it's been a whirlwind of a month, and many of you have wondered what on earth is going on...i go back east for my cousin's wedding and...haven't...left...yet?

that's actually correct.

ever whimsical, i now live in DC. :) yes, i've moved, just like that. i don't miss CA and i don't feel like leaving...so i won't. good thing i never changed my mobile number, eh? the area code once
again "fits"...as does everything else.

a few of you have asked, "how is this possible/don't you need to go back home and get your things"? actually, i do not. when i said farewell to new york city on january 5, 2002, i left my entire life in a convenient manhattan mini-storage. i only took two suitcases back to CA to commence with, so all's well that logistically ends well.

to answer your next question, i don't anticipate being home before christmas, since i prefer to spend thanksgivings in maryland, anyway.

now that i'm almost unpacked, i'm in the midst of searching and interviewing for jobs, and it's quite distracting. i promise i'll be sweeter about returning calls, emails, AIMs, text messages and flaming arrows soon. promise to forgive me?

i hope you are well. i promise i'm still reading your emails, messages and blogs...i'm sincere when i type that i miss you all.

i'll close by redundantly articulating what is evident from recent photographs of me: it's good to be *home*.

xxoo,

anna/latha :)

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in other non-shocking developments, PNC sucks as a loan-provider. you shouldn't need legal counsel to deal with your student loans, for fuck's sake. ah, but if only GW had told me that this was no ordinary (read: legit) student loan. anyway. the two worst days of this year had to do with the neverending shit-hole that is this one debt...and today we had day three.

that is all.

send johnny walker gold and comment love appropriately.

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thanks, veena.

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october 26

so not in the rhythm of doing this anymore...pity. that you all actually have to WORK instead of be entertained by me... ;)

anyway.

my insomnia is ba-ack. so i am trying a SECOND sleep-aid, and obviously it's kicking in, right as i attempt to write this. i think part of my "diary block" is the fact that my categories are gone, and they gave me structure. i need to get me some new cats.

i'm trying to wave my arms through the fog that's in my mind...trying to remember all the cool things that happened today...

well, there is this letter...would you like to read it? no matter, i'm pasting it anyway. :D

actually, if i'm going to paste a letter...why not paste two?

this one MADE my day:

Crazy, i've never randomley e-mailed anyone before. i guess it always has seemed kinda creepy. but i stumbled across you web page and am not sure which has floored me more; your musical taste or your stunning beauty. it's odd that i come aross someone with as much diverse musical tastes as myself. as a clasically trained concert percussionist who grew up w/ hip -hop(real hip -hop) and playing in all sorts of bands ranging from new wave,punk,reggae,emo,blue grass and folk; it was stunning to see someone that shared my tastes. just wanted to say hey and i'm glad that i'm not the only diverse one out there! :) - Mike

mike doesn't know how awesome he is/what a nerve he struck...i'm massively proud of my eclectic taste in tunes.

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THIS one just confoosed me. gee, anyone feel like translating?

hai anna ji i am ricky ji main holland rehta hu ji maine aap ki web-sied dekhi ji aap ki fotos dekhi ji aap bohut khoobsurt ho ji mere holland main restorent hai ji main apne famliy ke saath rehta holland main ji mere papa mama hor eek bhabi hai badha hai ji main apne bhai se chota hu ji aap ko mera messages to ji

i think he's introducing himself, he's from holland, he went to my website...saw pictures...says they are beautiful? something about family...a sister-in-law and an older brother??? people, i love getting mail from you, and though i speak a few languages, THAT isn't one of them. ;)

oh yeah, anyone figure out the message from my last diary post? about the river ganges? sigh. stranger mail. it grows stranger and stranger...

;)

p.s. my last sepia post was on julie ann titus, the mallu girl who was unceremoniously kicked off Amreeka's next top model-who-isn't-a-real-Model. sigh. and i was rooting for that kid, too.

a tryst with raspberry swirl cheesecake

new fotolog, from friday night at fantastic tryst, in adams morgan.

huh?

i just got this in my GMail...i haven't the foggiest what it's about, so i thought i'd annoy all of you with it.

From: Vidyut Katagade
To: suitablegirl@gmail.com

Date: Sat, 23 Oct 2004 22:10:01 +0530

Subject: My Prime Concern precedes my identity. Hence my concerns first: GANGAA the Holy Indian River SHEDS TEARS but we fox ourselves that IT IS HOLY WATER

By proxy for River Ganga that pours her Heart at incessant Insults and Man made Pollution along her 2500km long course from GANGOTRI in Himalayas to GANGA SAGAR in the Bay of Bengal, I am humbly composing and singing 'RAKSHAT GANGAAM' a Sanskrit monologue in POETRY authored by Dr. Kamala Pandeyaa of VARANASI. Holy Ganga and an eternal but ailing Civilization together symbolize the inner contradictions within my soul and me.
Vidya Kalvint Katagade

sweetest AIM o' the day

ennis: Sleep!

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have yourself a phenomenal PIXIES article...

and don't say i didn't get you anything for festivus, bitches.
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i didn't like the picture of frank that Salon used for this piece, so i dug through me own files for the following three, b/c i LOVE THIS BAND THAT MUCH.

why am i risking wrath and retribution by putting this up? b/c i really want you to read this, b/c i LOVE THIS BAND THAT FUCKING MUCH. also, if you don't already have a membership to Salon, you should join. during that brief, halcyon-time when i had yuppie welfare (read: unemployment), it was the first thing i bought, after i took care of bills. no joke. i don't regret it at all, and the best part is having my mom be utterly perplexed at all the "Wired" and "US News" that are piling up around the house (i got subscriptions to both for free, with membership).

anyway. edify. i once wanted to name my offspring after pixies songs, b/c i LOVE THIS BAND...ah, you can guess the rest.
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"I don't know that we really changed anything"

Charles Thompson, the legendary -- and legendarily cranky -- frontman of the Pixies, talks about their sold-out return, their future, and why music journalism is so incredibly lame.

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By Scott Thill
Oct. 21, 2004 |

I said, "I wanna be a singer like Lou Reed"
"I like Lou Reed," she said, sticking her tongue in my ear
"Let's go, let's sit, let's talk
Politics go so good with beer
And while we're at it, baby, why don't you tell me one of your biggest fears"
I said, "Losing my penis to a whore with disease."
-- Pixies, "I've Been Tired"

Tired, indeed. Charles Thompson has been a busy man, ever since he picked up a guitar and dreamed up the fantastically twisted tales that lace the Pixies catalog like so much lyrical cyanide. Not only did Thompson, whom fans know as Pixies frontman Black Francis, churn out five commanding albums with his
high-impact modern rock quartet -- including two efforts, 1988's "Surfer Rosa" and 1989's "Doolittle," that are regarded by many as two of the finest rock albums ever -- but he's averaged around an album a year during his solo career as Frank Black, including his latest from SpinArt called "Frank Black Francis."

That Thompson's newest solo album riffs on his dual identities may not come as a surprise to the Pixies faithful, but you can be sure that the reinvented versions of old Pixies standards like "Caribou" and "Subbacultcha" at the hands of producers Two Pale Boys (also known as Andy Diagram and Keith Moline) will. But Thompson is a rock 'n' roll animal who can quickly become bored with whatever he's doing and is apt to follow his artistic muse wherever it takes him. How else to explain why the man U2's Bono called one of America's most gifted songwriters of all time (in "Gouge," a U.K. documentary about the band) would, without any real warning, break up what Bono (and many others) also called one of America's most significant bands of all time? How else to explain how, after years of refusing to answer questions about the Pixies and trying to downplay their significance, he summarily reformed the band 12 years after they'd called it quits and set about touring the world like nothing ever happened?

Don't look to Thompson for answers. He seems to be professionally comfortable when he's doing one thing only: making music, in the studio or on the stage. And even that seems a recent development; dedicated Pixies fans who remember that he looked none too happy playing concerts with the band sometime after the "Doolittle" tour will notice how Thompson seems to be truly enjoying himself this time around. Back in 1992, if bassist Kim Deal messed up "Debaser" and caused the band to stop the show in midsong, as she did recently at a packed gig in Berkeley, Calif., Pixies die-hards would have cringed and waited for Thompson to chuck an instrument at her. He's done it before. But in the Pixies' new afterlife, Thompson merely stops and good-naturedly heckles her before starting up the whole song again. With the new kinder, gentler Pixies, it's all good.

october 19

today, i swooned because the elusive genius SAS HIMSELF (whom i know, in real life!) complimented one of my shockingly-less-than-terrible attempts at real photography. you have no idea what this means to me, such praise. from him. he's phenomenal. ridiculously talented. sodding brilliant, really. do be kind enough to pardon me while i go faint again, won't you loveys?

i was playing U2, fyi.

before you commence with the haterade-chugging, know that i play real guitar better than air, ya fuckin' meanies. ;) having typed that, you shouldn't lose your focus here...there's a new flog, and it's got your fingers itching, twitching to double-click. who could blame you? if you don't go, you have to get back to work. ;)

he's just not that into you.

i logged on Fster and the following caught my eye:

Popular searches in my network

new hair styles
hmmm. i don't know if i'd trust the web with my hair.

punjabi matrimonial
nc.

how to hook up
if you need to ask... ;)

zodiac love match
oh my. if astrology is THAT important to you, i guess you should find someone who...shares that. so that they don't mock you incessantly. like i would.

indian chatroom
sigh.

does he like you
see: title of post.

one night stand
see: title of post.

do boys like short hair
no. or, do it and then read title of post. :D

the apprentice
k.

lexus rx330
it's a CAMRY! blech!