today was almost perfect and so must be recorded for future reference:

early rise, trip for large coffee and bagel
new song written and recorded!
the gym (actually humiliating and it broke my spirit but my spirit is a pussy so it goes)
an hour and a half of yoga class with kyla where they give you eye pillows
large burritos with than, kyla, marguerite, and little baby elska
shitty $1.99 movie at the Patriot, one large corona
goodnights, hot shower,
pajamas
one half chocolate eclair

two weeks before ghia the pup has a mental breakdown, the whole gang sits down for brunch to figure it all out!


Talkin it out! from liz isenberg on Vimeo.

mama mia

with nothin but time on my hands and enclosed by suburbs, ive been re-learning how to play my parents piano. i've taught myself how to play the opening from philip glass's glassworks, metamorphosis I and sorta II, Yann Tiersen's Valse de Amelie, and am beginning Satie's Gymnopedies I and Gnossiennes I. if only i had the fingers and wing span of rachmaninoff.

also, i want to write a musical and dance around a streetlight
like in singin in the rain or west side story

biiittchhheessss

nina simone

godamn nina simone.

the most incredible performance i have ever seen.

tongue tied

tongue tied and struggling to speak has become
a small side project
ive been recording all my words backwards
and then reversing them right side forwards

http://www.box.net/shared/co6a90hshr
avoid octave doubling as it can cause an emphasis and therefore be interpreted as root of all evil


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this one has all natural english, but its hiding

http://www.box.net/shared/odk70mqvts
i spent hours trying to phonetically write out proper reverse pronunciation and it came out worse than ever.

the end of the summer looked up

by the nth hour i was convinced, sitting in a deep set chair, I had become one of the triptychs. the self portrait of francis bacon, the most terrifying one. even his furniture terrifies me. this surfaced between the hours of cd burnin and book readin. songs like "rockin robin" came to and fro. old and meaningless jingles -- well actually just one -- who's got short shorts!, lightened up the images slightly. I wrote a whole page, wanna turn it into two, if i could only get to sleep......

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN?*

*trey barth

hide & seek/you vs me

gabriel orozco's my hands are my heart

improper grammar can really make a girl sound crazy

i'm on tour so i eat pizza

trying to sleep on the hardwood floor is a hard time comin
i took a nap with my head on the kitchen table over a cross word puzzle book.

yesterday the man at the bus station asked if i was attacked by a dog and someone else wondered if i was a chef. pretty fascinating reactions but i never have a good response -- man i would never ask a stranger and would never ask a friend in public -- like hey man whats all over you? (out to breakfast my first day back)

before i left he pulled down my pants and said i want to kiss you maybe it would make you less anxious on the plane i got out of the bed after that while he writes love letters to girls excusing the correspondence as just for fun for make believe what an asshole good thing i left again

we watched a heartbreaking documentary on townes van zandt tonight after the show. it was tragic and worrisome.

ive got the blues blue like a robins egg

the giraffes here circle their necks round and round because they dont even have room to pace
mike showed me on his camera phone and i played it over and over again
we might go and see it because its free: the most depressing zoo in the world, welcome to the chicago world fair

my new favorite image

same ol shit except for the lil wayne single! WTF!

i was sick in providence for a week so didn't drink or smoke and went to bed by midnight. then i went blind for a day even though diego bought me the newest US weekly -- I had to wait a day to read it!! Finally, out of nowhere ,I started feeling good again which means here i am awake at 6am.
Today Diego found a crack rock in a little baggy in our parking lot.
I am living in a warehouse space where Brian from Lightning Bolt leaves us notes saying "your dog shit in my room, please clean it up"
There was a noise show in my room last week and beer spilled everywhere.
i am subleting christopher "kites" room until october 17th but hopefully will move before then.
I joined the providence philharmonic community orchestra so play the bass every monday night in a middle school gymnasium.
i am still unemployed but started a book club and am currently reading "The Fall" by Camus (each person suggests a book they want to read, this was not my suggestion but after 100 pages in I am pysched).

As a college dropout my life thusfar has been a drag except Im getting paid 400 bucks to play a show in williams and some record label wants to re-release my album which has only sold like 150 copies or some shit but they have an international distributor which is sweet they distributed mums first album or something whatever man i'm tired but have gatorade which means regardless i will feel good in the morning even if i have to pee throughout the night. here are some pictures of me in my room!!

las vegas is a death hole.

it is 107 degrees.

today we are going to the liberace museum (apparently located in a strip mall) so i am fairly excited.

omg

lizzy youle is my blog hero.


this is me with a poop in my pants.