Songs of Ascension

So Patty and I went to Meredith Monk's Songs of Ascension at BAM tonight.

I have a pretty intense love of non-verbal or made-up languages voice music and Patty thought this looked interesting when we needed one more thing to get tickets for for the season discount.

Now, there were moments where this got me. Where sounds came together and it was mourning, which is the sort of thing that appeals to my near congenital sadness and seems to be a country I visit in my head a great deal.

But inevitably, those moments of beauty were interrupted by the performers gracing us with dog yelping sounds.

I feel so utterly ridiculous to provide this as a review. I should be more attuned to the experimental and the nature of what we were being shown here and so forth. But no, all I've got for you is dog yelping.

DOG YELPING.

And now I'm walking around with this odd grief, a lack of suitable fiction, and no where for it to go.

DOG YELPING.

sundries: "baby, your fandom has problems" edition

Subject line: What Patty said when we watched the video of Gareth David-Lloyd riding a mechanical sheep. Video from dr_is_in. There are also stills of the thing over on the Casimir Effect website.

The story of the pilots who overshot Minneapolis gets weirder. They say they weren't arguing and weren't sleeping, but had gotten involved in a covo and hadn't heard the radio. So what they hell were they doing? Arguing about healthcare reform? fucking? I am confused.

Tonight we are going to see Where the Wild Things Are.

Heard back from the Center for Fiction Writing. I'll be going in next week to settle on space and stuff.

Our wireless router, which has never worked wirelessly, suddenly is. Internet in bed!

Because we both come from fandom, Patty and I call each other OTBaby -- like OTP (One True Pairing) but with the fact that we call each other "baby" among other things. So we just ordered matching OTBaby necklaces from Wyrding Studios.

CNN has more details on the girl who doesn't know who she is including another picture and more evidence of possible fanishness. Please contact the authorities if you have information. I know there are at least two theories going around fandom about who she is -- someone needs to make the call.

More as it happens.

headshots

Enough of you are in the biz or otherwise adjacent, so....

I'm really looking at doing new headshots. It must be done. And I'd like to do it before the end of the year (because I'd like to have them before I'm in LA, and the beginning of the 2010 is all travel all the time).

Commercial shot, legit shot -- probably want color for both this time (my current shot was done by Jinsey Dauk, whose work I like better in B&W than in color), and for them to be landscape (so more like a film screen, since that's mainly what I do). Ideally, also want someone who can deal with my gender-bendy stuff and do a third shot that's me in masculine garb, affect, as I'd like to have that for the occasions it does come up (and it does).

Photogs who won't try to make me pretty in a way I am not are very important (I hear a lot of "let's try to do a Julia Roberts thing with you" -- no, let's not). I'm striking, and I have large features. Minimizing those just puts me in competition with other women who actually look like that; I'm not demure and I'm not interested in faking it. I thought Jinsey did a fantastic job of capturing my poise and sorrow and humor, but I need something a little tougher and a little louder this time, because I'm a little tougher and a little louder this time.

Anyone have any NYC recs for me?