À quoi ça sert l'amour?

I can't answer the question (What's love for?), but this song put a little skip in my step this morning. And here's a recorded version with a little more Edith oomph.

More Pretty for My Pretties

simply incroyable.

Jarrett Murphy via a photography blog

Seafoam

Missing the sea today. And seeing these (for the 2nd time in 2 days on 2 different sites) hasn't eased the missing. Click on it to seeeee the foam (get it? yeah, you got it) in all its glory.

This weekend's my mum's 60th bday bash, and though I love meeting the family in the mountains of NC, I must say that I really wish we'd decided to relocate the festivities this year to the NC coast. Alas.

by Syoin Kajii via a photography blog

There's Something In My Jello

Funny and kitschy cute posters available through Mrsloaf on my beloved Etsy. This reminds me of The Office episode when what's his face put what's his name's stapler in the Jello. That's something one of my coworkers would do if he had all the time in the world. Instead he takes the ball out of my mouse (so I went wireless), puts my cell phone in the ceiling tile and then calls me (so I hide it in my bag), and slams the knob on my door on his way in to scare the living shit out of me (so I hate him). Did I mention he's a partner?

"Our Love Goes Under the Knife"

"...the heart was rejected by the host."

Sorry to spoil the ending.

Another earworm for good measure. Yesterday, as Foo and I sat on the front stoop eagerly awaiting gg's arrival, iPod shuffle reminded me of both this song and the Pete Yorn one down yonder. Like the purdy harmonizing on that one. And though I prefer Charlotte Gainsbourg as an actress (see "Prete Moi Ta Main," "My Wife is an Actress," and "Lemming" if you haven't already), I do fancy what Jarvis Cocker did with some of her songs on 5:55, this one being one of 'em.

"Try and You'll Remember What You Used to Be"

(as usual, pardon the cheeeeeezy (with extra e's) homemade vid)

"She Spits on Summers and Smiles to the Night"

Today being only 1 of a handful of genuinely hot and sticky days Chicago has seen this summer... I'm reminded why maybe a surprisingly mild summer isn't such a bad thing after all.

M83 played at Pitchfork, and this was one of the songs I remember enjoying. This one too.

Cute On A Stick

oh my lord, make it stop. that is just ridiculously adorable.

One More Thing

And then, yes then, I'll put full focus on the mound of work floating about in front of me... terrorizing me. So tonight I see the one, the only, The Veils for the second time in the flesh. The first time resulted in a very shy version of myself meeting a couple members of the band and leaving very very pleased (as punch, even) with the show...

It also resulted in the venue where they played stalking me in the months to follow. I made the mistake of filling out one of those "win something!" forms at the door. And admittedly criticized D and his bandmate for NOT filling one out too... why wouldn't they??? Well, I'll tell you why. Because about 2 times per month the Lakeshore Theatre calls to offer me TEN FREE TICKETS! to a no-name comedy show I don't want to see. And they won't let me off the hook 'til I've admitted I don't know 10 people, let alone 10 people I could convince to join me at a shite comedy show. Once I've been made to feel a bit of a loser and a bit of a bitch for rushing to get off the phone, the trauma's over but not without its ripple effect. By the time they call me again, I've forgotten the number, don't recognize it, think b/c it's "312" I might should answer... and am proven wrong, friendless, and thankless. Once again. It's a lovely cycle.

Tonight, however, the show's at the Empty Bottle (cheers), one of my favorites, which happens to be just a couple doors down from the cat I'm sitting this week... and so it's going to be a lovely night of biking to cat, then hoofing to venue where I'll meet my fellow concert goer, getting my veils on, and biking back home... whilst praying I don't get hit by a car.... so i don't damage gg's lovely wheels (nor myself).

photo via thinking about stickers, soph the bassist's blog that gives you a v entertaining glimpse into a young band's life on the road.

Cute On A Stick

These are my kind of deer.

via ateotl

Perry's Soul Mate

Because I'm a sucker for these animal vids... What is up with this cat?? I love him! I could totally see Perry, the cat I'm sitting this week, doing something like this. Am I wrong, gg? I wouldn't put it past a kitty who mysteriously kneads the air, bites you (hard!) in the middle of a seemingly loving nuzzle, and reacts to noises that aren't even there. Poor little Perry pu.

via allcreatures

Staple City

"cityscape" via as