May 3, Houston: The big one -- the Inprint reading -- occurs at the Alley Theatre on Monday, May 3. Do not miss it or you'll be sorry. I'm not kidding -- I'm going to say the craziest, most intellectual yet hilarious stuff I can think of, and I'll be sharing the stage with the ultra sexy Oscar Casares, too.
June 24, Houston: I'm one of the peeps scheduled to read at Poison Pen, at Houston's famous Poison Girl bar. Besides me, everyone there will be ultra, *super* sexy. Come see me and drink!
June 26, Washington, DC: I'll be reading at the American Library Association conference. Come on down.
My other blog: Go read my the Houston Chronicle parenting blog (or my ChronMomBlog, as I like to call it) and make sure my kids won't resent me more than other kids resent their own parents.
Buy my new novel, Lone Star Legend. Already did? Well, buy a few more for your friends, then. :)
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
The Price of Working with TimbalandEveryone wants to work with Timbaland but not everyone considers his price.
Timbaland (sounds like Timberland, one of Super Target's house brands) is one of the best hip-hop producers in the business. His price for producing your song? You have to let him rap on it.
The hidden fee attached to that price? If you are a woman, Timbaland's rap will be about wanting to have sex with you.
The thing is, Timbaland isn't a very good rapper. Also, his raps about wanting to have sex with you don't always mesh well with the rest of your lyrics.
Consider carefully. Accept Timbaland's beats if you must, but don't let him mess up your song.
If You Dislike Me
If you dislike me, or if I've done something to offend you... there's nothing I can do about it if I don't know.
You know?
You may think that ignoring me is a way to let me know what I've done wrong. But it isn't. When you walk by and purposely say "Good morning!" to everyone in the room but me, I do realize that you're being passively bitchy to me. But I still don't know why. And, as time goes on, I stop caring why. I figure, if you had a good reason to be upset, surely you'd just tell me. But obviously you don't have a good reason, or your reason is something you're embarrassed to admit.
Same thing goes on the Internet. If you only know me online, and you dislike me, and you make it a point to say vaguely bitchy things about me on other people's forums, or on your own blog... Then, so what? What am I supposed to do about it? If you had a real grievance, you'd have mentioned it by now, right? If not -- if you've just disliked me for some secret reason for years and years on end, and you feel the need to make meowy little comments in places I may or may not see, then I can't care. Sorry, but it's just too much trouble. I can't make the time if you won't meet me half way.
Try harder! More hints, please! I don't know what your problem is. And I'm starting to think your problem has nothing in the world to do with me.
Astrological Coincidence
I wrote the preceding bits of this entry last night. Then, this morning, my horoscope tells me:
It may seem as if an overly emotional person is holding back his or her feelings. On one hand you are relieved because you don't have the time or inclination to get involved in someone else's drama. On the other hand, though, you may be annoyed that people cannot just say what's on their mind. If it feels like others are being passive-aggressive, encourage them to get it out into the open where it will be more easily handled.
Thank you, Rick Levine of Tarot.com, for reading my mind.
Labels: pop culture, venting
5:47 AM #Comments:
On the other hand, M.I.A. rules, no? (assuming that's who you're talking about)# posted by
katie : 1:08 PM
MIA totally rules, even with that song. And yeah, that's the one that made me write about the phenomenon, finally, but it isn't the first song I've heard him ruin with clashing sexual lyrics.
It pisses me off in general, the practice of male rappers ruining women's songs. Especially when the songs are more R&B than hip hop. (Mariah Carey, Thalia, Brandy, etc.) It's like a woman can't even make a record these days without some man yakking all over it.
# posted by
Gwen : 1:12 PM
I usually find the tarot.com horoscopes on the money, too. Today was no exception for both my best friend and me.
They're a little scary sometimes.
# posted by
shrinking indigo : 1:26 PM
Very much agreed. Did you see this?
http://www.avclub.com/content/music/m_i_a
it links here, which I liked -
http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/news/44529-mia-confronts-the-haters
# posted by
katie : 1:54 PM
Okay, here goes: I find your refusal to acknowledge the warmth and pithiness of the Perry Pools Billboard-by-the-Day 'isms just really really offensive.
;-)
# posted by
: 8:20 AM
Hey Gwen,
How did your faerie costume turn out?
# posted by
: 6:10 PM
Shrinking Indigo: He is creepily, annoyingly right sometimes, yes.
Katie: Thank you. That was an *awesome* article, and now I love her even more. (And hate Pitchfork. Heh.)
Jennifer: Ha. Hey, did you note the typo on COTTON's LED screen today?
Anonymous person: Oh, you know -- not as good as I'd planned it, but better than anyone else expected. There's a picture of it (sans wings) on my Flickr page, if you're really interested.
# posted by
Gwen : 6:47 PM
There was a TYPO??? NO! I didn't see it!!! I'm shocked! I'm appalled! I'm... not entirely surprised. What was it?
# posted by
: 8:03 AM
They inverted a couple of words. (Not inverted, but that other word that means what I'm trying to tell you. Switched around.)
It said, "What is now proven was only once an idea."
Or something. Instead of "once only an."
It confused the hell out of me, so early in the morning. I thought I was high. Or that I was criminally insane since, you know, they use those proverb tests to test people's sanity? And I was like, "I don't know what this proverb means. Am I a sociopath?"
Then I saw, on the way home, that COTTON was just testing our editing skills, not our sanity. And I relaxed.
COTTON!
# posted by
Gwen : 11:11 AM
Actually I DID see that, and convinced myself I was just reading it incorrectly. How marvelous that it's not my fault, but that of COTTON!
# posted by
: 11:12 AM
I'm not cool enough to be all that aware of Timbaland, but I am JUST dorky enough to be excited that you added me to your blog roll. Since I have a small friend crush on you.
I totally outed myself.
# posted by
That Chick Over There : 12:13 PM
One day, while in grad. school, I was standing by a fridge laughing with a girlfriend and another grad. student "Barb" came in and got her lunch out of the fridge. For over a year after that she would not have anything to do with me despite repeated attempts on my part to try to understand the problem. It became so annoying that I would just look crossed at her to get her to scurry away from me. Finally, I found out she thought I had been laughing because I had poisoned her lunch with a horrific neurotoxin. That solidified any doubt that she was insane, but gave me great cause for concern when I got pregnant and she began having this conspiratory gleam in her eye. I just kind of wonder about my special needs daughter sometimes. Some people are just nuts and refuse to recognize they are a little off.
# posted by
: 12:31 AM
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