uta barth

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killer mike

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get more comfortable being uncomfortable

my past is littered with the bones of men

“I bet you can tell I’m a woman,” she said, “and I suspect the rest of the world can, too.”

She said she was all too aware that if she was selected, she would represent several hundred male athletes in the N.B.A.; she would deal with league officials and agents who were nearly all men; she would negotiate with team owners who were almost all men; and she would stand before reporters who were predominantly men.

She did not flinch. “My past is littered with the bones of men who were foolish enough to think I was someone they could sleep on.”

Michele Roberts, the NBA’s new union leader

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birthday recap

#thisis40

I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN.

• my new “40” necklace from hilary
• beautiful room at the hotel st. cecilia
• chilling with moms
• snacks in the room from awesome sisters
• records in the room from awesome chad and julie
• luther on netflix
• ROOM SERVICE GAZPACHO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
• ROOM SERVICE FRUIT WITH EXTRA WHIPPED CREAM!!!!!
• swimming pool, swimming in it
• mom’s beautiful tub that i didn’t use but man was it great looking
• ross coming wednesday night
• beautiful flowers from courtney
• chad and julie and caroline coming over for birthday lunch
• chad and julie bringing over queso for birthday lunch
• champagne by the pool
• sister drinks at bar boosting spirits after four dreary doctor visits
• jana’s nice lady friend who said that trifocals are actually no big deal
• beautiful room overlooking the courtyard, trees, prettiness
• seeing a movie at the alamo on my birthday with ross, johnny, chad, and julie
• GIANT mexican vanilla milkshake with whipped cream
• nice alamo lady dropping a note saying that i wasn’t allowed to pay
• drinks with caroline, johnny, ross, chad, julie afterwards
• “do you have a death wish? mark yes or no” invite to murder mystery party
• just laughing so much
• manicure and pedicure with beautiful peach colored nails
• surprise, slightly terrifying, hilarious, incredible poolside visit from carolyn and courtney (see above)
• best friends flying in from new york and los angeles, what the hell
• all those le labo products
• all those nice texts and emails and phone calls
• all those presents, sunglasses, new shoes, new storage basket, new tie dyed pants, new perfume, new face oil, new nail polish, new shirt NEW NEW NEW AWESOME AWESOME CAPITALISM LIVES
• birthday party with dad and linda and my siblings and friends and all those birthday cake hats
• best friends
• best family
• JUST THE WHOLE GD WEEK AND WEEKEND

A HODGEPODGE OF PICTURES (why are those other pool people looking at us)

how not to party the day before your birthday

– book four doctor appointments starting at 8:15am

– hear you need a hysterectomy, biofocals, and $1500 of dental bite correction work

BRAT ATTACK

whoa major brat attack on my part 10 minutes ago. no need to even explain why. just happened. BRAT LIVES HERE (new tshirt)

today

a few things:

• realize i overuse the word “great” (“it’s so great”)
• counted all the change in our change holders last night, we only have about $210, had hoped it would turn out to be a more explosive number like, “OH MY GOD WE HAVE $435 IN THESE CHANGE JARS, WE NEVER EVEN KNEW!” but it’s still 200 bones, $200 more than we thought we had, respekt
• that mark richardson article really made me feel alive and connected and reminded me about loving music and my music life. quitting my job has given me a bit of space to think about everything, and hopefully i’ll eventually come back to music and exploring it and stop exclusively listening to non-new and african music.

this is awesome, and real

awesome writing from mark richardson about his beginnings in music journalism (so good i had to actually write him and tell him so, i was opening my email as soon as i finished the piece, which happens NEVER):

Shortly after I got an email from the editor saying that he was going to fly up from Los Angeles and a photographer would be flying in from New York. They wanted me to use my contacts to assist in setting up photo shoots, and they wanted to meet with me about the piece. This was bad news for me because I had nurtured this fantasy that maybe I could somehow figure this thing out in private, not have my ignorance exposed to anyone else. But of course I said “Great!” and we made plans to meet for lunch on Market Street.

how many times have i had to be like, “totally!” about some show and been like, OH MY GOD HOW. deep deep anxiety with no mentor or guide to ask and then just sort of winging it. and waking up in the middle of the night being like, did i think of that, what about that, how do you do that. even thinking about it fills me with production anxiety.

and i have never lost these two feelings:

Down in the basement, I was amazed by the photographer’s willingness to do anything to get the shot. He didn’t care who he made mad or who he asked to move, he was utterly focused. He was setting up a tripod on a crowded club floor and anyone who didn’t like it could eat it. Meanwhile I talked to Adam about the piece. He told me that he had originally thought to approach Jeff Chang to write this piece, but he felt that Chang was a little over-exposed on this subject.

If you know anything about music writing, you know that Jeff Chang is one of the most important, perhaps THE most important, writers and critics in the history of hip-hop. This is some years before he wrote his canonical book Can’t Stop Won’t Stop, but even then he was very well known as a writer around the Bay. So when Adam the editor told me this, I thought to myself, “You really fucked this one up, dude. You should have called Chang.” Because I knew there was no way I could do anything a tenth as good as what he might do, no matter what this guy had read on our little webzine.

magic mike

EXCUSE why haven’t i talked about this movie yet. it is kinda great and i actually found it (weirdly) sexy. def felt weird about finding it sexy. ANYWAY. if you are looking for a dumb-but-kinda-smart, goodhearted summer blockbuster, that kind of winks at itself, but also still believes in itself, might i recommend this film.

(photo courtesy of cinema blend)