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Email Seppo: kris dot sipe at gmail dot com
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Beef Bourguignon
Bitchin' Baked Paella
Risotto Magic
Stuffed Salmon
Chicken Wild Rice Soup
Chili Prawn Penne
3 2 1 Spatchcock!
Tomato Basil Fettuccine
Chili Con Seppo
Blueberry Boat Roast
Marinated Buffalo Mozzerella
Grilled Swordfish with Mango Salsa
Miss. Highco's Creme Brulee



ON THE IPOD...

Sufjan Stevens - Come on Feel the Illinois

Tegan and Sara - So Jealous

The Hold Steady - Separation Sunday

Nickel Creek - Why Should the Fire Die


FOR THE BOOKCLUB...

John Irving - Until I Find You


PREVIOUSLY ON...

95 Kg Tuna
Gay Post of the Week
Bonsai
Croc and Roll
French, Yes, Gay, Not so Much
I Could Spit on a Stranger
Outfoxed!
Heat Wave!!!
Bitched at Swirth
Sydney Supernova



WHEN?




WHERE?

blogger
all music guide
college music journal
internet movie database
slayage
urband legends archive
tripple j
all zone 4 dvd
grimsey records
britneyfreak
Blogger Boobiethon
Starlight Foundation
Sydney Morning Herald
Apple
Torrentspy
MacRumors



Favs, Fads and Friends

Thursday, July 28, 2005



It's always fun to see how much of your musical interest you can push on to mom and dad. Every year when I go back to the states, I try to hook up my parents with some tunes. It's always fun to return and see what sticks. With Mom, I've definitely discovered a bit of a pattern. You have to hit her with the folkies... A little Caitlin Cary, a dash of Alison Krauss, a smattering of Nickel Creek and definitely some Ryan Adams. Dad is a bit more difficult... He used to manage a Musicland in Minneapolis back in the day, so he definitely has the background. Dad introduced me to some great music, and even bought me my first copy of Exile in Guyville*, however, he sometimes heads into dangerous waters. Consider his latest purchase, 12 Girls Band. My mom has nearly considered jumping from a moving vehicle when it is in the stacker. However, he pulls out some good stuff as well, consider Christmas 2003, when I was picked up from the airport, and he excitedly played me Chutes too Narrow, and I told him that I had been listening to it on repeat in the Airplane (my ipod worked then). He definitely has warmed up to The Postal Service, but I also caught him listening to Billy Joel's greatest hits, and I don't think he was in it for the irony. In my recent visit, however, I was able to kill two birds with one stone. It seems that along with Pitchfork and Rolling Stone, even Mom and Dad want to Feel the Illinoise!

*Dad never actually liked Liz Phair, he bought the album after reading a good review, and passed it on to me... He also never got me to like Stone Flute, sorry Dad. According to Stereogum, Liz Phair has recorded a new album that is supposedly less Avril and more Guyville, let's cross our fingers.

**See CMJ for a great interview with current Indie Yuppie darling, Sufjan Stevens.
... Seppo 4:10 pm...

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Return to Oz



Anyone who works in an office has contemplated the thought of working without computers. I once had an employee who was working in Excel and writing down numbers on a post it, so she could put them in different cells. Luckily she was beautiful, or I may not have been as patient when I showed her the Copy and Paste functions. While I safely returned to Oz from the United States yesterday, the jaunt to San Francisco from Sydney was hardly ideal.

Ever since itunes 4.9 and Apple's incorporation of podcasting, my third generation ipod was acting up. Every time I plugged the little fucker in, it went through disk check. When everything came back cool, it would say it pulled everything from itunes, but when I disconnected the ipod it would be blank. I read every forum on similar topics, and somehow got the thing to work. All good, all ready for the trip. The morning of my flight, I woke up with a Caprioska inspired hangover, and plugged in my ipod to upload some Dawn and Drew podcasts for the trip. I was sad to say goodbye to Misst, but since I had her care package (Kinder Surprise, comfy socks, mini-book on anxiety) and my ipod, I thought the trip would be survivable. When we finally got to cruising hight, I pulled out my ipod, turned it on, and found it completely empty. Nothing. Since United is such a crap airline, it is the only one that still shows movies on a nearly unwatchable projection screen, I was completely screwed. I shook for a while, and realized that I had to listen to the same songs on rotation over the plane's crappy entertainment system.

The playlist included Avril Lavigne, Jesse McCartney, Lifehouse, Jacks Mannequin, Backstreet Boys and my personal favourite, Dave Matthews Band. I wondered if it would be more hellish staring into space and trying in vain to read my copy of Vogue Entertaining over the sound of jet engines, crying children and snoring octogenarians, or to try to use the Raul Midon track (containing fake trumpet noises made with his own voice - my favourite) as some kind of masochistic distraction. I made it through in the end, but not without some Psychological scars.

Cut to last Saturday, Fine Line Music Cafe, Minneapolis, Minnesota. My favourite U.S. Editor/Lawyer couple and I walk in ready to enjoy the Americana stylings of Miss. Shelby Lynne, and who should be making trumpet noises on stage? None other than Raul Midon...
... Seppo 5:03 pm...

Friday, July 08, 2005

We Got More Bounce in California



In less than 24 hours I will be outta dis harbour city winter, and panicking my way to Cali summer. After the horrible situation in London, however, I don't know how I feel about taking BART... It's a long way under San Francisco bay. Once there I'll be heading off to Napa in Auntie's rag top 'stang, listening to Chronic 2000 and kickin' it! Then it's off to Minnesota for one night and to smell the dairy air of Wisconsin for sis' wedding. If you want to give me a yell while I am in town, just pop me an email to the gmail and I'll be in touch. kris dot sipe at gmail dot com
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Hey, Dad, your favourite movie, A Clockwork Orange, is being performed by 10 year olds. The "Singing in the Rain" scene may not work without the onset of puberty. Via King Lohan of Thighland.
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I'm probably the 80 billionth person who has fallen in love with the Dawn and Drew show since Itunes has been tweaked with podcasts, but I'll give the props anyway. Nothing like sitting here in Oz and reminiscing about Xanadu, The House of Foam, and Tommy Bartlett show. It reminds me of the old Gear Daddies Song, "Dream Vacation in the Dells". What the hell are these gutter punks doing in my home state, anyway. Hey DND, have you ever been to Mondovi, Beeeaaaaaaacccccccccchhhhhhhhhheeees...

So, the other day, I was listening to the show, and the kept talking about Kinder Surpises. They were these hollow chocolate eggs with prizes on the inside. So I went and looked up the website, and thought that they looked really cool. I went and talked to my friend Tim Tam, the chocoholic, and she said you could get them in Australia. So, I called up MissT and said, "Can you go to the store and pick me up a Kinder Surprise," and she replied, "You're not going to believe this, but I already got you one... I just saw them and thought you'd like one" How fucking creepy is that.
... Seppo 9:44 am...