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Recap
8Jan2003 Filed under: JournalishLast night: Drinks with Leila & Josh at Vine.
Today: seeing Gray whales from a Malibu beach with Gillian, Dre’s little sister. And listening to Justified over and over and over.
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Hey there. I'm Ariel Meadow Stallings, a native Seattleite who's written my way up and down the Left Coast. Electrolicious is where I post daily randomata, but I also write for a living. My first book, Offbeat Bride, was published last year.
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Min Jung
January 9th, 2003 at 1:00 am
Awwwww gawddamn.
leblanc
January 9th, 2003 at 10:23 am
are you serious? well, whatever. did you see the new rolling stone? mr. JT is all over the cover….. as a subscriber it pisses me off that half of my rolling stone is about justin and britney….
Ariel
January 9th, 2003 at 10:26 am
I am 100% serious. I split the cost of the CD with an equally embarrassed friend a few weeks ago. Even Andreas admits that the album is impeccably produced. And as for Rolling Stone? Oh yes. I’ve seen it. Read the article, even! True, JT may be taking over RS, but he shared the cover with Phish.
S.
January 9th, 2003 at 10:47 am
Hm. Do you even remember what a brow is, at this point?
Ariel
January 9th, 2003 at 10:53 am
Actually, S, no. I don’t. My pop music fetish is nothing new. Check this post from November of 2000, and it goes back so much farther than that.
S.
January 9th, 2003 at 1:16 pm
Wow. See, I have the same tendencies, only I make myself justify the poppy acts I give amnesty to. For instance, S-Club 7 is okay because they have cute Brit accents, Backstreet is okay because they have a member who goes on benders, etc.
Otherwise, I pull out the all-purpose cultural frowny face.
Ariel
January 9th, 2003 at 2:44 pm
Oh, and speaking of Justified, check this review. It includes this gem of musical writing:
As it is, this is Justin Timerlake squealing like Michael Jackson’s pet monkey, a recipe for joy if ever there was one.