Aimee Bender’s Thought

Posted by Amanda Mae | Beautiful | Thursday 17 April 2008 12:15 pm

“Desire is a house. Desire needs a closed space. Desire runs out of doors or windows, or slats or pinpricks, it can’t fit under the sky, too large. Close the doors. Close the windows . . . It’s not supposed to be big at all. It should be the closest it can to being your actual size.”

Almanac: Favourites

Posted by Amanda Mae | Almanac | Friday 11 April 2008 10:18 am

Almanac is my hour-long amateur radio show.  We’re nearing the end of our second season, so take a listen and let me know what you think.

Favourite just isn’t Favourite without u.

YE OLDE ALMANAC PLAYLISTE:
Lee Hazelwood and Nancy Sinatra – Some Velvet Morning
Six Organs – Thicker Than a Smokey
Bright Eyes – True Blue
Grizzly Bear – While You Wait For the Others
The Organ – Brother
Blur -  Magic America
Tears for Fears – Head over Heels
Band of Horses – Plans
Paul McCartney – Ever Present Past

Interviews:  Ellie MacDonald, Jayne Meyncke, and Justin Botz

Some Serious Business

Posted by Amanda Mae | Almanac | Monday 7 April 2008 9:44 pm

We’re back to our old format for this week’s Almanac which deals with marriage. I speak with Lo Shewm— wait, Fisher, now! and the mystical Kenny Ryan experience.

Why is everyone so scared of marriage? I know I am. We explore.

The Bunker – Beirut
Under the Milky Way – The Church
Live as if Someone is Always Watching You – Smog
I Tried to Make You Smile – Denison Witmer
Happiness – The Weepies
The Simple Story – Jane Birkin feat. Feist
Salty Dog – Cat Power

Snapshots From Lately

Posted by Amanda Mae | Almanac | Thursday 3 April 2008 4:48 pm
  • I put on the Human League and start talking about Talking Heads and Cate says something like “Oh I can’t tell the difference”, I scoff and talk about how David Byrne’s voice is unique or something like that and then Afton says “Yeah I thought they were the same.”  I am of course annoyed, which I slightly suspect was the end goal there.
  • I answer every single question in my math class wrong, he’ll ask us any old thing, and I chime in.  Wrong every time.  I keep answering questions though, he keep telling me I’m wrong.
  • A postcard from Ted, mostly incomprehensible. Wouldn’t have it any other way.
  • A letter sits, half-finished.  Can’t think of much else to say in return.
  • “That blue eyed wedding cake.”  That’s me, I have blue eyes.