Start With A List

Here are all the bands (that I can remember) that I saw at SXSW 2010. I need help with Tuesday/Wednesday…

If you went, tell me what you saw/like best.

Hesta Prynn

Keepaway

Das Racist

XV

Miike Snow

Uffie

Maluca

The Cool Kids

The Morning Benders

We Are Country Mice

Midgetmen

Vandaveer

Ezra Furman & The Harpoons

Everybody Was In The French Resistance… Now!

Wax Fang

Holy Fu*k

Voivoid

Plants and Animals

Andrew WK

Rogue Wave

Local Native

No Age

Felix Cartal

Broken Bells

Wallpaper

Hussle Club

Kill The Noise

Matt Pond PA

Casiokids

Lucero

The Antlers

Centro-matic

Holly Miranda

  •  Oh, and:

The Walkmen

Jakob Dylan w/Neko Case

How Sad

I like to read. I’ve had a book list every year I’ve had the blog- until now. And it’s not like I even noticed. Why not?

Because I just read my first book of the year.

I mean, we’ve been busy with other stuff! I stopped keeping track of what was going on, but I can’t remember if I’ve read a book in a while. So maybe I’ve read one or two, but don’t remember what they were. For the sake of keeping this little space n the internet dragging for myself and the thousands of you getting discouraged each day I don’t have a fresh new post up, I’m going to try to get it going.

The new Droid I got helps. I read my first book on the plane to and from Austin. And have many more available. I also have my Park City library card, and although it’s small there has to be something in there worth checking out. (get it, check out? Nevermind.) So I’m challenging myself to start now, this late in the year, and read the average of the last three years of posted books. I’ll let you know what that is when I go do the math.

Looks like

’07 – 47

’08 – 23

’09 – 43

So that should be easy. 38 books.

Help me! Suggest things you’ve read that I should check out.

🙂

Doorless Pantry

Do I have to hide my pantry? I don’t think so, not as long as I keep it clean.

And especially when this is what I’m working with:

So we ripped the lame plastic fake wood doors down. I painted the trim and the inside support beams. And I like it. This color is my current favorite, I also painted both our railings/banisters with it (the dark grey/blue) and keep looking for what else we can use it on.

So yes, you see my cookbooks and the tons of coffee we drink, but I don’t mind.

I need floor mats/dish rags/oven mitt type accessories that match that color, keep an eye out for me.

I Love Austin

So super happy to be back for another week of music, fun, sun, and friends! We’ve already seen some great music this week. Every time I come back I feel full and blessed – I have great friends! I have an awesome husband that sends me out here, and I have a little bit of good luck to find a great place to be and great opportunities to see shows.

Austin is such a beautiful and amazing city. The weather is great. Downtown is something else with so many people, and SXSW seems to have really expanded and managed that expansion well.

LC is keeping a journal for us this year, and JC’s pictures are coming out so much better than mine that I’m going to hold out on telling you all about my days until I can cheat and steal their info and pictures.

Becoming Utahn: Story Three

Utah is a funny place, make no doubt about it. After living in Seattle, San Diego, and Austin, well, Park City is special. I love my home town, it’s the cool hip island in an ocean of talk about ‘special undergarments’…I’m gonna let you look that one up yourself.

What I will share with you this week (while I’m on vacation!!!!) are some things I’ve noticed about ME here. Your location undoubtedly changes you, I’m proof.

How I Know I’m Becoming A Utahn

  • I have muscles.

I quit working out last summer, and was really burnt out from the effort I’d put in before that. So it’s been a loooong break. I lost all my muscles. But moving to Park City beefed me way up. While bike riding and beach volleyball is fun, I wasn’t really getting a good workout with any sort of activities in San Diego.

But now I shovel snow.

I think real activity/doing things is a better body workout than going to a gym. It’s how we were made. My hard work after a snow storm is (probably only for this year) a super fun thing to me. It’s fun to go out in the snow and come back inside hot and cold and exhilarated all at once.  And I’m ending up with muscles, total bonus. MK too. We get out there after a big storm and clear our decks. Utah is for workouts!

Becoming Utahn: Story Two

Utah is a funny place, make no doubt about it. After living in Seattle, San Diego, and Austin, well, Park City is special. I love my home town, it’s the cool hip island in an ocean of MORMON JELLO– seriously, they are serious about their Jello. I think we used to call it Ambrosia as a kid – the weird concoction of fruit and cream and vomit-inducing Jello. And yes, I’ve been to a party that featured some…

What I will share with you this week (while I’m on vacation!!!!) are some things I’ve noticed about ME here. Your location undoubtedly changes you, I’m proof.

How I Know I’m Becoming A Utahn

  • I love Musak.

I mentioned in my last story that I ran in to the mall the other day.  I was wandering through racks of SHOULDER COVERING shirts when I wondered why I was so at peace. I haven’t been to the mall in Utah since the last time we lived here and I was also shopping desperately for SXSW.

I love music. My droning on and on about SXSW every year should tell you that. Well, in Park City I get npr, and three Clear Channel radio stations. In Salt Lake you get that plus one more Clear Channel station that is usually playing the same song as one of the other three Clear Channel stations. If you’re not aware, that means there are 10 songs that make my ears bleed in rotation. HOLY MORMONS the radio SUCKS.

Our car is too old to have an AUX IN. We have a 6 CD changer in the trunk. I don’t even know what happened to the 1000+ CDs I used to own. MK says he has them but can’t get them for me. He must have lost them, if I was him and was getting this much grief, I’d find the CDs. I bitch every time we get in the car. Especially when in the off chance a good song is on, and we lose reception halfway from our house to the ski hill. UGH.

So in the mall, breathing slowly and feeling so abnormally good I take note of it – I try to figure out why I’m happy. Why? BECAUSE I’M HEARING A SONG I HAVEN’T HEARD BEFORE. Don’t get me wrong, I was at Macy’s. It wasn’t a good song. But it didn’t have the words “carry out” of “tick tock” or “call me Mr. Flinstone” in it. It was sheer pleasure. Living in Utah will make this year’s SXSW even better than ever- you might be able to force me to listen to anything and I’ll find the good in it!