photo: Madawaska, Maine
About: I'm Jen. I live a few miles outside of Boston. I do web work for a non-profit during the day.
This web page has been in all sorts of forms since 1994 when I first wrote HTML in emacs on a Unix terminal at BU. Now I prefer BBEdit on my Mac. I'm never quite sure why I'm doing this
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May 29, 2004
You Are What You Play
As I type this I'm listening to a My Morning Jacket EP that I'm really enjoying. I think I first heard them on a Darla sampler, but they were played a lot this week by John Richards. I'd like to buy Loretta Lynn's new record that Jack White produced and also Morrissey's latest, both also heard on KEXP this week.
I am so glad that Morrissey made a new record. I'd been a Smiths fan since I was quite young. I remember stopping by Newbury Comics almost daily when either the Queen is Dead or Strangeways was about to come out--I was so anxious for more of their music. Unable to wait, I asked someone at the store for a band that compared to the Smiths. They convinced me to buy a Mighty Lemon Drops tape; I wasn't very happy.
I was faithful to Morrissy until 1992 when Your Arsenal came out. It's not that it was bad, but it just wasn't the same. I saw him a few years after that in Boston and he was great live--I was shocked at all of the look-a-like boys that gathered in the corners looking solemn. I was sure they didn't exist any longer. Morrissey was very charismatic; he was no longer the skinny fella with flowers drooping out of his back pocket who I had pasted on my walls in earlier years.
Irish Blood, English Heart is excellent, but I wasn't sure about the rest of the record until I heard First of the Gang to Die on KEXP this week. This is perfect Morrissey:
You have never been in love
Posted by Jen on May 29, 2004
May 21, 2004
What's this about Alabama, keeps coming back to me?
Read about how 40 years later Birmingham still struggles with it's violent past.
I've got pictures of the food I ate so I won't forget the fried okra, butter beans, catfish, fried cornbread, slaw, and butterfinger cake and the gallons of sweet tea I drank. Thanks to the sunshine, my neck is even a bit red. I think my cousins would say I inherited that though--they kept saying they were rednecks. I thought that was a derogatory term, but I guess that's only if it's coming from a Yankee.
There's more to come about Alabama from me. This train was slowly moving past the Whistle Stop Cafe (where Fannie Flagg based the book) in Irondale. I sat inside and appropriately ate fried green tomatoes.
Posted by Jen on May 21, 2004
May 12, 2004
I returned from an excellent time in DC with a raging sinus infection. After a week I'm just starting to feel a little more normal. Just in time to get back on a plane and see what happens the first time my ears pop. Scary.
Now I'm off to Alabama.
Posted by Jen on May 12, 2004
May 8, 2004
RV in Queens
In the New York Times, a man living in an RV in Queens:
Posted by Jen on May 8, 2004