GIP

I decided to fix myself a PJ Harvey icon while I'm waiting for her new album. I dig her lots and lots; very talented songwriter.

The choir is planning its spring concert. Given that we're doing a concert with Lucy Blue Tremblay in February and going to Montreal in July, the logistics of putting together a full-length concert in May or June are hellish. One of the ideas that was floated was having a short program followed by a dance.

I don't know how I feel about that. A dance sponsored by a bunch of middle-aged lesbians; who will DJ? What will they play? I have this horrid vision of an all-vegan buffet, coupled with a DJ spinning nothing but Holly Near and Cris Williamson. Not that there's anything wrong with that. That environment just doesn't move me to dance. It moves me to leave and find a place with decent music.

Lab meeting time and Furry German is presenting. I should attend. *grumblesnarlbitch*

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You should all go read this color commentary on the Golden Globes broadcast. My very very super favorite quote is "How can you not love Sofia Coppola, all sweet and shy in her flat, flat shoes?" Because it's true!
Sweet shy Sofia was wearing some flat flat shoes. And she was darling. *squeal*

Oops, do I spy another straight girl crush forming? Hrrrrm. Move over, Teresa Strasser; you've been replaced.