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Orangehead

So, tuesday evening I dyed my hair. I had intended a more redhead-with-naturally-higlighted-parts kind of thing, but ended up with orange. I am currently an orangehead. you can observe this by clicking here. This is the result of bleaching some sections first, and then going over the whole thing with Feria's Copper Shimmer. We'll see if it just washes out in a few weeks like last time I used Feria, about 5 years ago. By the way I can't stop listening to Kate Bush's "Wuthering Heights". Over and over and over again. And I am exceedingly nervous about going to NYC tomorrow. Because do I get excited about things? Hell no, I get anxious about them. Great.

I was thinking earlier today about my friends list. I was thinking how it's something people probably pooh-pooh, as if to say I couldn't possibly know that many people or read that many entries. In a way they are right. I was thinking about how there are alot of near-strangers on the list, people I've never met. I'm down with this, I just have a general thing of never having enough newness, new people, new messages, in my life. I realized that the few people that have befriended me, LJ-style, out of the blue, liked me (or the couple of entries they had seen that represented me) enough to want to hear more, which is a huge compliment. From there I thought, you know, I always think that really no one lives a boring life. And everyone lives a boring life. I thought then about fame; we all know that famous people who write web logs garner a following. Like Wil Wheaton, or whatever. But here I am with my own little following of people who I also follow. A mutual fan club. Some people might deride that, and probably think LJ is a big wankfest of mutual admiration. Well, maybe it is but what I think makes me so happy about it is that it's a mutual admiration of ordinariness. Ordinary people. Not that I believe anyone I know is ordinary; or average. I don't know any average people... do you? Anyways, I was hoping to myself that maybe this sort of community building is a step towards deconstructing fame and celebrity. Through the magic of faux-reality TV and hapless ex-celebs, we can see that people we idolize aren't really all that much more special or don't do things more specially than any of the rest of us, they just usually do it with alot more money. Is it the money that makes everything they do seem more interesting or exciting? Or is it just the fact that they are affirmed and adored by so many people? I'm not sure where I am going with this. I guess it's just part of my emerging personal philosophy that devalues celebrity and fame, and values more the supposedly "minor" achievements of well, everyone "else". None of this is to say that Wil Wheaton's blog isn't actually very interesting. It's pretty well-written, actually, from the one time I looked at it. And frankly, I would be remiss if I also didn't mention that the part of LJ and blog philosophy that celebrates the everyperson is probably eclipsed by the gjillions of journals, communities, and comments dedicated to celebrity obsession, nay, worship.

(from professorbooty) Pick a band and answer only using that band's song titles:

Split Enz (Crowded House was too obvious)

1. Are you male or female?: "Betty"
2. Describe yourself: "Conflicting Emotions"
3. How do some people feel about you?: "What's the Matter With You"
4. How do you feel about yourself?: "Clumsy"
5. Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend/interest[/spouse]: "Never Ceases to Amaze Me"
6. Where would you rather be?: "Jamboree"
7. Describe what you want to be: "Bold as Brass"
8. Describe how you live: "Parrot Fashion Love"
9. Describe how you love: "Frenzy"
10. Share a few words of wisdom: "Ninnie Knees Up!"
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