- “Plastic Passion”   Cure   Boys Don’t Cry   1980
- “Mannequin”   Wire   Pink Flag   1977
- “Sweetheart Contract”   Magazine   The Correct Use Of Soap   1980
- “No Dark Things”   Echo & The Bunnymen   Heaven Up Here   1981
- “Eye Of The Lens”   Comsat Angels   Sleep No More   2003
- “Memories”   Public Image Ltd.   Metal Box   1979
- “Dreams Never End”   New Order   Movement   1981
- “Sleeping Gas”    Teardrop Explodes   Kilimanjaro   1980
- “Heyday”   Sound   Jeopardy   1980
- “The New Stone Age”   OMD   Architecture & Morality    1981
- “Dark Entries”   Bauhaus   In The Flat Field   1980
- “Split Second Feeling”   Cabaret Voltaire   Red Mecca   1981
- “Spirit Walker”   Cult   Pure Cult: The Best Of The Cult    1984
- “Five Ten Fiftyfold”  Cocteau Twins   Head Over Heels   1983
- “Cry”   Birthday Party   Prayers On Fire   1981
- “A”   Associates   The Affectionate Punch   1980
- “At Home He’s A Tourist”   Gang Of Four   Entertainment!   1980
- “Metal Postcard (Mittageisen)”   Siouxsie & the Banshees   The Scream   1978
- “Digital”   Joy Division   Substance 1977-1980   1988
- “Celebrate”   Simple Minds   Empires and Dance   1980
- “Sunday Morning”   Bolshoi   Away…Best of the Bolshoi   1986
- “A Day Without Me”   U2   Boy    1980
- “Penelope Tree”   Felt   Gold Mine Trash   1987
- “As High As You Can Go”   Chameleons UK   Script of the Bridge   1983
- “Monument”   Depeche Mode   A Broken Frame   1982
- “Vienna”   Ultravox   The Collection   1984
- “All Of This And Nothing”   Psychedelic Furs   All Of This And Nothing   1988
- “Adventures Close To Home”   Raincoats   The Raincoats   1980
- “Do The Du (Casse)”   A Certain Ratio   The Graveyard And The Ballroom   1980
- “Totally Wired”  Fall   Grotesque   1980
- “Humor Me”   Pere Ubu   The Modern Dance   1977
- “Ghost Rider”   Suicide   Suicide   1978
- “Marching On”   Alarm   Declaration   1982
- “That’s When I Reach For My Revolver”   Mission Of Burma   Signals, Calls And Marches   1981
- “War”   Tones on Tail   Everything! 1984
Chad's latest playlist
blogging about money
I have been toying with the idea of blogging about my finances ever since I read about Jane Dough in Boston, who literally posts her net worth every month. I’ve also been inspired by my friend and fellow blogger Tiffany who has been pulling her family’s finances together (more privately) so that she can remain an at-home mom with her baby girls. Now I’ve come across an interesting article in the Feb. 18, 2007 Sunday NYTimes called “Debtors Search for Discipline via Blogs.” (See the article here.)
I think I’m going to do it – talk about money – my money. Raised in a middle-class family (okay, upper middle-class… okay, some would call it wealthy… but I swear when I was there and living it, we all called it middle-class – however delusional that seems now), I was brought up to believe that it was absolutely gauche to talk about money. Then as an adult, I had a short period of extreme poverty when I was with Bella’s dad and I discovered something: it’s okay to talk about money if you don’t have any. So it’s fascinating to me to see a wave of “poor” people (people in debt or people with a negative net worth) blogging about it. I think I make little enough to be okay with posting about my budget…
even cuter…
I took Bella to meet her today. Chad and I decided that the surprise element was too dangerous. Too much risk of rejection.
Bella says she is not going to accept the puppy, but has named her Giselle. We are slowly advancing.
We are still aiming at having Chad bring Giselle home on Friday. She is a playful pup!

you won't believe how cute she is

I met her today! Besides I needed a dose of cuteness to offset the gross foot. (My boob appears large compared to her head, but I swear it’s not that big – the breast I mean.)
with images like this
Who even smokes anymore?

Sue sent me this beaut. This image come from a British Marlboro pack and says: SMOKING CAUSES PERIPHERAL VASCULAR DISEASE. In case you can’t tell; it’s picture of a foot with advanced gangrene. gross. Now what do I do with the box? Do I stash it in a shoebox labeled “womantalk blog pic archive”?
sssshhh…
I think Chad and I are going to get a little baby chocolate chihuahua puppy for Bella – as “wedding” gift. Her nickname is Little Miss Naked because she is short-haired and her mama is long-haired. By my friend’s account, Little Miss Naked is the sweetest, best-looking chihuahua she has ever encountered. Chad and I are trying to strategize – have Chad walk in through the door this Friday pup in arms? or let her know in advance so the good news sinks in and mingles with the “wedding” word?
Ultimate bribery we know. Think it’ll work?
I’m excited – a 10-week old puppy is coming!!!
Elephant Birth
This video has no bearing on our trip to San Francisco except that Chad showed it to me here. It is the birth of an elephant in the wild – captured by a honeymooning couple. The baby stands minutes after its birth!
San Francisco Day 1
After years of doggedly chasing the cheapest way to LAX (bus shuttles from Joshua Tree and rides with friends) I finally broke down this year and bought a year’s membership to Wally Park, a huge spotted parking structure a mile from the airport. They provide free shuttles, complimentary water, and round-the-clock service for $12.95/day (rooftop special).
Of course now I discover that there is public transportation to LAX via the Metro Rail green line for a mere $1.25. And the all-day pass is only $3! As much as I believe in public transportation, I had some kind of strange belief that there was no such thing in Los Angeles. I dunno – it just seems like such a car city and everything is so far apart from each other… In any case, we stayed with Chad’s sister who currently lives in the city of Hawthorne, just south of the airport. We woke up at 4 am to walk to the Metro station (40 min) – the airport was only one stop away.
All went well until we were actually circling the Oakland airport an hour later. The cloud cover was too low: 1000 feet and it needed to be 1200. We circled for half an hour and then because we were running low on gas we were flown to Fresno. Yes, Fresno. We sat and waited and sat and waited some more. We were not allowed to disembark for security reasons, so we just sat and waited for the fog to lift. Two hours later, the captain gave us the welcome news that we were ready to leave. And then almost immediately some engine sound became ominously silent… The captain let us know that the back-up generator that had been running our air conditioner had died and needed to be checked before departure… This is the kind of situation that validates my habit of being a compulsive food hoarding freak because we ate every apple, corn nut, nugget of cheese, and even the day-old del taco bean and cheese burritos I had brought. We finally made it to San Fran after 4 1/2 hours. Whew. I suppose that it’s just a matter of odds when you travel, that you will run into weather and plane glitches.
We rode the BART into the city (Songbae had unfortunately driven out to pick us up earlier that morning…) We went directly to the visitor’s center at the Powell stop to get our 3-day muni passes ($18 – unlimited) and began hoofing it to Songbae’s work at the TransAmerica Building. Songbae works on the 21st floor and we were rewarded with an exclusive and amazing view of the city. We witnessed at least a dozen poor bastards asking the security guards if they could go up for the view. Apparently lots of tour books still list the TransAmercia Building as a good place to get a free view, but it has been closed to the public since 9-11.

how my 13-year old "dates"
Mom: so he asked you out? Are you going to kiss him?
Bella: Eeeeeuuuw. No way.
Mom: Hold his hand?
Bella: Hug him. Maybe.
Later… They “went out” for two days, and then Bella “dumped” him. Ah… I remember those middle school days – when all communication with the boys you liked was done via a friendly intermediary!
TSA regulations for anything liquid-ish
I’m going to San Francisco this weekend. Yippee!
I’ve just spent the last hour or so polishing my shoes, packing snacks, and doing the TSA regulation research thing online. I’ll be damned if I let those fellows take my (new) make-up a second time – that was a costly mistake.
So in a nutshell, you can bring ONE clear quart-size ziplock per passenger. And everything in it needs to be in a 3-ounce container or smaller. The official word on permitted and prohibited is here.