<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991221632588016500</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:51:31.763-08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Meet the Congressor'/><category term='Congress'/><category term='Music'/><title type='text'>I Hate Congress</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1991221632588016500/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373872381458807944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWLJkScFy-w/SKcZ04O2c9I/AAAAAAAAABg/RfnxD7wRPG0/S220/HPIM1182.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991221632588016500.post-6447164494460365097</id><published>2010-12-18T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T17:25:00.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Who Knows What Time it is?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Holy smokes, is the year really almost over?!? Well kittens, that means it's time for me to blow some dust of this old blog of mine and drop the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alyson's Top Ten (ish) Albums of the Year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this gets considerably longer every year, and since that's a good thing (right?) I've added a couple of new categories this year. So, on to the victors, in semi-particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First up, the  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honorable Mentions&lt;/span&gt;, those sweet little albums that burned a trail through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my ears this year, but can't make the proper list since they weren't released this year. Still worth a spin though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.culturebully.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/florence-machine-lungs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 151px;" src="http://www.culturebully.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/florence-machine-lungs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Common Reaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Uh Huh Her&lt;/span&gt; Synthy, dreamy, dark poppy goodness you can (kind of) dance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diorama&lt;/span&gt;- Hailey Wojcik&lt;/span&gt; She might possibly be a little crazy, but I'm okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ansmitter Failure-&lt;/span&gt; Jenny Owen Youngs&lt;/span&gt; Seriously bummed I missed this last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Passerby&lt;/span&gt;- Allie Moss &lt;/span&gt;Ingrid Michaelson's right-hand lady delivers gorgeously ethical songs that break my heart every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;Lungs&lt;/span&gt;- Florence + the Machine &lt;/span&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Given that little list, you may be thinking, "Oh great Alyson. This is going to be another list of weird pop music and female singer songwriters. You are so predictable." And you'd be right, mostly. But that's why I've added the following two sections to the list: Diversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Since my cup of tea may not be your cup of tea, here are some albums I respect this year, but can't make myself like, no matter how hard I try. That's right, it's time for my 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; Begrudgingly Acknowledged Albums &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;of 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;High Violet&lt;/span&gt;- The National&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Suburbs&lt;/span&gt;- Arcade Fire&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy&lt;/span&gt;- Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And finally, before we get on the to really good stuff, here are a few more albums that were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;On My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Radar&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ghost Who Walks&lt;/span&gt;- Karen Elson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.global.ciscoeos.com/avatars/1fd/b23/1fdb235cd3b4727bcd4a2c24995f1454_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 135px;" src="http://static.global.ciscoeos.com/avatars/1fd/b23/1fdb235cd3b4727bcd4a2c24995f1454_6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;6. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We Are Born-&lt;/span&gt; Sia&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Flamingo&lt;/span&gt;- Brandon Flowers&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Learned the Hard Way&lt;/span&gt;- Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Living Sisters&lt;/span&gt;- The Living Sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady Killer&lt;/span&gt;- Cee Lo Green&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Archandroid-&lt;/span&gt; Janelle Monae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And now, after so much ado, here's the real deal kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;10. &lt;i style=""&gt;I’m Having Fun Now&lt;/i&gt;- Jenny and Johnny&lt;/b&gt; Ok, so let’s be honest: if this album was by anyone other than Jenny Lewis, I would probably think it was a pretty decent record, but hardly listen to it. Take for example, Best Coast’s album that everyone else is excited about, but I just can’t be bothered to care because it’s just too low-fi for me to listen to without wanting to punch someone. That being said, even if Jenny isn’t as interesting with Johnny as she is on her own, she seems to be having fun. I just wish it weren’t buried under so much fuzz.&lt;b style=""&gt; Highlights: &lt;/b&gt;Scissor Runner, My Pet Snakes, Big Wave, Committed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;9. &lt;i style=""&gt;Songs for a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aprilsmithmusic.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/aprilsmith-cd-cover-square2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.aprilsmithmusic.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/aprilsmith-cd-cover-square2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; Sinking Ship&lt;/i&gt;- April Smith and the Great Picture Show&lt;/b&gt; From time to time I come across a producer whose work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I totally dig and I decide I want to marry him. In the past that’s been T-Bone Burnett, Mike Mogis, and Jon Brion. At the moment though, my heart belongs to Dan Romer, who along with Ingrid Michaelson’s albums, produced this al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bum, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;perfect little pastiche-y (NOT an insult) slice of fun. For her part, Smith’s got a big voice she us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;es to deliver bold insults (Drop Dead Gorgeous), growl out withering threats (Dixie Boy), and belt out torch songs (Beloved) with equal panache—this kid’s gonna make it big I think.&lt;b style=""&gt; Highlights: &lt;/b&gt;Terrible Things, What’ll I Do, Wow and Flutter, Stop Wondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;8. &lt;i style=""&gt;Volume Two&lt;/i&gt;- She &amp;amp; Him&lt;/b&gt; I’ll always appreciate the knack these two have for making music that’s optimistic, but totally bummed out at the same time. It feels sunny on the surface like Lesley Gore, but there’s some deep insecurity lurking underneath, which makes their tunes so much more interesting than they’d seem at first listen. I’m hoping to hear something a little different sonically next time, but I’m glad we got two albums worth o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;f this sound out of them.&lt;b style=""&gt; Highlights:&lt;/b&gt; In the Sun, Don’t Look Back, Over it Over Again, Brand New Shoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;7.&lt;i style=""&gt; Kaleidoscope Heart&lt;/i&gt;- Sara Bareilles&lt;/b&gt; I have a theory that that part of King o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.imusicdaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Sara-Bareilles-Kaleidoscope-Heart-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 133px;" src="http://www.imusicdaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Sara-Bareilles-Kaleidoscope-Heart-.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;f A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nything where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e talks about talking in “all-caps” is about Kanye West. I just thought everyone should know about that, because if &lt;i style=""&gt;anyon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;e&lt;/i&gt; thinks he’s the King of anything, it’s Kanye fo sho. Anyway, I REALLY like this album—a huge improvement over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;her first, if you ask me. Aaaaand I think that’s all I’m going to say about it.&lt;b style=""&gt; Highlights: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kaleidoscope Heart, Gonna Get Over You, King of Anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;6.&lt;i style=""&gt; The Family Jewels&lt;/i&gt;- Marina and the Diamonds&lt;/b&gt;  An incredibly well-produced pop album, Marina’s debut is surprisingly sensitive underneath all that gloss. Sure she sings about robots and being obsessed with Hollywood, but there’s deep concern for the damage our modern lives are doing to us, leaving us isolated, shallow, and emotionally vacant. Give this one another listen folks.&lt;b style=""&gt; Highlights: &lt;/b&gt;Are You Satisfied?, I Am Not a Robot, Girls, Oh No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;5. &lt;i style=""&gt;Brothers-&lt;/i&gt; The Black Keys&lt;/b&gt; I mean, have you listened to this one? It’s minimalistic, dirty, bluesy rock at its best, and in case you missed it, it sounds pretty darn &lt;i style=""&gt;cool.&lt;/i&gt; If Jack White isn’t green with envy over this one, I’ll be surpris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ed.&lt;b style=""&gt; Highlights: &lt;/b&gt;Everlasting Light, Tighten Up, Sinister Kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;4. &lt;i style=""&gt;Masquerade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHVHFkbO6uU/TOn10oE0dHI/AAAAAAAACbI/6gSHj3VI88M/s1600/Lelia+Broussard+-+Masquerade+-+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHVHFkbO6uU/TOn10oE0dHI/AAAAAAAACbI/6gSHj3VI88M/s1600/Lelia+Broussard+-+Masquerade+-+2010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Lelia Broussard&lt;/b&gt;  Another tour de force by my favorite new producer, Mr. Dan Romer, this little gem from upstart Lelia Broussard caught me by surprise. I don’t know much about her, but this is a smart album, with tightly written songs, melodies that make me so so so jealous, and rock solid production. I LIKE IT OK?&lt;b style=""&gt; Highlights: &lt;/b&gt;Masquerade, Shoot for t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he Moon, You’re Not Fooling Anyone, Something True.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;3.&lt;i style=""&gt; July Flame&lt;/i&gt;- Laura Veirs&lt;/b&gt;  I’ve been trying to get into Laura Veirs for a long time now, but like, she’s so mellow it just hasn’t worked out til now. This is the perfect album for if you just need to chill the heck out, plus she’s got some solid songwriting working for her. Oh, and one of the best refrains I’ve heard in a looong time on the title track. Check check check check it out!&lt;b style=""&gt; Highlights:&lt;/b&gt; July Flame, Life is Good Blues, Summer is the Champion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; 2. &lt;i style=""&gt;My Best Friend is You-&lt;/i&gt; Kate Nash&lt;/b&gt; Two songs into my first listen of &lt;i style=""&gt;My Best Friend is You&lt;/i&gt;, I realized Kate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; had dropped a serious contender for album of the year. And if it weren’t for those two songs I don’t like, and the one I REALLY don’t like (Mansion Song, I’m looking at you), this would totally be the winner this year. But, because Kate is a little crazy and it wouldn’t be her if she didn’t run with that, respect. And seriously dudes, the 8 or so other songs on this album are primo. I dare you to listen to Paris without singing along at the top of your lungs.&lt;b style=""&gt; Highlights:&lt;/b&gt; Paris, Don’t you Want to Share the Guilt?, Do-Wah-Doo, Early Christmas Present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;b style=""&gt;Release Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;—&lt;b style=""&gt;The Like&lt;/b&gt; LA’s teen-rock darlings have grown up, and thanks to lead &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://trendland.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/the_like_release_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://trendland.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/the_like_release_me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;singer/son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;riter Z Berg’s love of all things mod, their sophomore album Release Me is an enthusiastic, driven sixties girl group up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;date produced by a guy who knows a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;something about that, Mark Ronson. Berg’s cheeky lyrics and solid guitar work plus s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;uperb drummer Tennessee Thomas are still here, beefed up by new additions in keyboardist Annie Monroe and bassist Laena Geronimo. They’re having a good time with the new outfit, and this album makes sure you do too.&lt;b style=""&gt; Highlights:&lt;/b&gt; Wishing He Was Dead, Release Me, In the End, Catch me if You Can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1991221632588016500-6447164494460365097?l=alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/feeds/6447164494460365097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/2010/12/who-knows-what-time-is-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1991221632588016500/posts/default/6447164494460365097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1991221632588016500/posts/default/6447164494460365097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/2010/12/who-knows-what-time-is-is.html' title='Who Knows What Time it is?'/><author><name>Alyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373872381458807944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWLJkScFy-w/SKcZ04O2c9I/AAAAAAAAABg/RfnxD7wRPG0/S220/HPIM1182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PHVHFkbO6uU/TOn10oE0dHI/AAAAAAAACbI/6gSHj3VI88M/s72-c/Lelia+Broussard+-+Masquerade+-+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991221632588016500.post-3366424194886673890</id><published>2010-10-09T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T13:57:45.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Minor Problem</title><content type='html'>Well ladies and gents, (if any of you are still out there) I moved to Los Angeles. I'm loving it here-- I mean the weather is fantastic, I've made a bunch of new and awesome friends, and I have a seriously killer apartment. But!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have one issue with the big city I call home. Let's see if you can spot it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWLJkScFy-w/TLDV8VGqUhI/AAAAAAAAADg/maMH4gZTLzw/s1600/target+map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 489px; height: 362px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWLJkScFy-w/TLDV8VGqUhI/AAAAAAAAADg/maMH4gZTLzw/s320/target+map.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526151975217549842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWLJkScFy-w/TLDV3ffHSrI/AAAAAAAAADY/z4SjqlHa4Hk/s1600/F+%26+E+map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 471px; height: 348px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWLJkScFy-w/TLDV3ffHSrI/AAAAAAAAADY/z4SjqlHa4Hk/s320/F+%26+E+map.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526151892105120434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmm. For some reason those pictures came out very blurry, but you may notice both maps sharing a large hole centered right over where I live. Yes, it's true. I live in/near that black hole of commercial bliss known as Santa Monica, the area which Fresh &amp;amp; Easy and Target apparently fear the most. Rats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1991221632588016500-3366424194886673890?l=alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/feeds/3366424194886673890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/2010/10/minor-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1991221632588016500/posts/default/3366424194886673890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1991221632588016500/posts/default/3366424194886673890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/2010/10/minor-problem.html' title='A Minor Problem'/><author><name>Alyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373872381458807944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWLJkScFy-w/SKcZ04O2c9I/AAAAAAAAABg/RfnxD7wRPG0/S220/HPIM1182.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KWLJkScFy-w/TLDV8VGqUhI/AAAAAAAAADg/maMH4gZTLzw/s72-c/target+map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991221632588016500.post-8537796648727080493</id><published>2010-06-08T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T16:28:43.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDECIDED.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I hate that blogger wants me to title everything. I mean, have you met me, blogspot? I can't even decide what I want for breakfast, so GET OFF MY CASE.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, you may have noticed that the blog's been (again) neglected lately, but never fear! There's a new spot where you can discover my misadventures, in a much more fashionable and shorter fashion:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://alysonturley.tumblr.com"&gt;alysonturley.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll see if I stick with it. My track record says? No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1991221632588016500-8537796648727080493?l=alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/feeds/8537796648727080493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/2010/06/undecided.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1991221632588016500/posts/default/8537796648727080493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1991221632588016500/posts/default/8537796648727080493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/2010/06/undecided.html' title='UNDECIDED.'/><author><name>Alyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373872381458807944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWLJkScFy-w/SKcZ04O2c9I/AAAAAAAAABg/RfnxD7wRPG0/S220/HPIM1182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991221632588016500.post-8786457026183285585</id><published>2010-04-17T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:46:03.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>A Gift, From Me to You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OqV-embx_tA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OqV-embx_tA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 Days til a new Kate Nash Album. Am I excited? YES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1991221632588016500-8786457026183285585?l=alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/feeds/8786457026183285585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/2010/04/gift-from-me-to-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1991221632588016500/posts/default/8786457026183285585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1991221632588016500/posts/default/8786457026183285585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/2010/04/gift-from-me-to-you.html' title='A Gift, From Me to You'/><author><name>Alyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373872381458807944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWLJkScFy-w/SKcZ04O2c9I/AAAAAAAAABg/RfnxD7wRPG0/S220/HPIM1182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991221632588016500.post-8715237777523205998</id><published>2010-03-29T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T15:57:03.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>March Madness</title><content type='html'>That's right boys and girls, it's my favorite time of the year-- Fug Madness! What? You thought I was paying attention to the basketball tournament? Not this year baby!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you aren't familiar with the geniuses over at &lt;a href="http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/"&gt;Go Fug Yourself&lt;/a&gt;, the Fug Girls basically post pictures of bad celebrity outfits and make fun of them. It's a simple formula that grows into sheer awesome once a year during Fug Madness, a tournament of fug that follows a bracket system much like the NCAA basketball tourney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I filled out my bracket and have Lady Gaga taking down Rihanna in the final match-up, although at the moment, it looks like RiRi is going down to Beyonce's little Sis Solange. Boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, because this outfit has become famous in my household, I give you Hairbox:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/assets_c/2010/03/spl161108_030-thumb-420x510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 419px; height: 510px;" src="http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/assets_c/2010/03/spl161108_030-thumb-420x510.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're welcome. If you don't want to sleep tonight, check out Gaga's archive over at GFY. It will leave you speechless, or more likely, screaming in horror and disbelief at your monitor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. That's what I've been up to lately. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1991221632588016500-8715237777523205998?l=alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/feeds/8715237777523205998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-madness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1991221632588016500/posts/default/8715237777523205998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1991221632588016500/posts/default/8715237777523205998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-madness.html' title='March Madness'/><author><name>Alyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373872381458807944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWLJkScFy-w/SKcZ04O2c9I/AAAAAAAAABg/RfnxD7wRPG0/S220/HPIM1182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991221632588016500.post-7601176404662937265</id><published>2010-02-16T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:12:41.742-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meet the Congressor'/><title type='text'>#2: Robert Byrd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8e/Robert_Byrd_official_portrait.jpg/225px-Robert_Byrd_official_portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 282px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8e/Robert_Byrd_official_portrait.jpg/225px-Robert_Byrd_official_portrait.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well kids, it's time for another exciting edition of "Meet the Congressor!" And, since I've decided I care more about the Senate than the House, it's time for another Senator, and we're starting from the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, we're learning about Mr. Robert Byrd, the oldest and longest-serving current member of Congress. Hailing from West Virginia, Bob was born while World War I was still in full swing, and has been serving in the Senate since 1959-- the first person to have broken the 50-year mark in Congress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put this in perspective, Byrd's been serving in the Senate since before the Kennedy assasination, the moon landing, and the Cold war. When he was first elected, President Obama hadn't even been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;born&lt;/span&gt; yet. Yea. It's been a long time, which makes me wonder why we don't have Senatorial term limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, he serves as both the Dean and the President of the Senate, which places him 3rd in line for Presidential succession, behind Joe and Nancy. Although seeing that he's 92 years old, I seriously doubt we'll see the day he makes it to the Oval office. Sorry Bobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Democrat, Byrd has served as a whip, minority leader, majority leader, as well as other party leadership positions. Byrd also held leadership roles in the Ku Klux Klan, of which he was a member as a younger man, reaching the title of "Exalted Cyclops." I don't know what that means, but it sounds creepy and makes me think of this guy:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.tvguide.com/MediaBin/Galleries/Editorial/081222/eyepatch/eyepatch_obrother14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 264px;" src="http://static.tvguide.com/MediaBin/Galleries/Editorial/081222/eyepatch/eyepatch_obrother14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yech John Goodman is so scary in that movie! Seriously, seriously bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to round things off, here is a list of bonus factoids about Senator Byrd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Often called the "King of Pork," for the billions in Federal funds he's routed to pork projects in home state.&lt;br /&gt;2. Served as Senate president pro tempore 4 times&lt;br /&gt;3. Named PETA's 2007 person of the Year for his speech against dog-fighting.&lt;br /&gt;4. Married to his high-school sweetheart, Erma, for nearly 70 years until her death in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;5. Filibustered the 1964 Civil Rights Amendment with other southern Senators, something he now claims to regret.&lt;br /&gt;6. Strongly opposed the Iraq war from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;7. Played the fiddle in a square dance band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A complicated guy huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, this did all come from Wikipedia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1991221632588016500-7601176404662937265?l=alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/feeds/7601176404662937265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/2010/02/2-robert-byrd.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1991221632588016500/posts/default/7601176404662937265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1991221632588016500/posts/default/7601176404662937265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/2010/02/2-robert-byrd.html' title='#2: Robert Byrd'/><author><name>Alyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373872381458807944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWLJkScFy-w/SKcZ04O2c9I/AAAAAAAAABg/RfnxD7wRPG0/S220/HPIM1182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991221632588016500.post-4262275153651522248</id><published>2010-02-03T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:36:29.363-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Congress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meet the Congressor'/><title type='text'>Did You See it Coming?</title><content type='html'>Ever since resurrecting ye olde blog, I've been meaning to get around to talking about the Health Care reform that's been kicking around Congress. But I've been going through this little thing called being really lazy, and knowing those rascally little elected representatives, I figured I had MONTHS of feet-draggety goodness ahead of me to moan about. And wouldn't you know it, I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead of that, let's move on to a new feature, one I like to call &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Meet the Congressor!"&lt;/span&gt; (Yes, I'm still saying that. It's gender-neutral and sounds like 'transgressor,' which implies naughtiness.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8a/Scott_P._Brown.jpg/472px-Scott_P._Brown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 249px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8a/Scott_P._Brown.jpg/472px-Scott_P._Brown.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the inaugural edition, I've selected Mr. Scott Brown, who recently filled the Massachusetts Senatorial seat long held by Mr. Ted Kennedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from being a Republican who managed to get elected in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MASSACHUSETTS&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ted Kennedy's &lt;/span&gt;old spot, Scott is a Scorpio, and exactly two months older than my mom. His daughter was in the top 16 on American Idol the year that dude with the grey hair won, and as you MAY have heard, he was voted Cosmo's sexiest man back in 1982, an honor for which he posed in the buff. (What, you thought this was going to be full of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;useful&lt;/span&gt; information? Please.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's served in the Army National Guard, likes to run triathlons, and play basketball. His wife, Gail is a reporter, and they met in 1985 while both were working as models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politically speaking, Scott is a somewhat moderate republican. He's pro-death penalty, sort of anti-abortion, sort of anti-gay marriage, and sort of handsome. Or maybe I just think he is because every time I look at him, I imagine John Hamm. See below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/DrTk-sDRq7ArOH00-veL2w"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/DrTk-sDRq7ArOH00-veL2w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Kristen Wiig, how you run SNL these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, kids that's it for me pretending to be responsible for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1991221632588016500-4262275153651522248?l=alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/feeds/4262275153651522248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/2010/02/did-you-see-it-coming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1991221632588016500/posts/default/4262275153651522248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1991221632588016500/posts/default/4262275153651522248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/2010/02/did-you-see-it-coming.html' title='Did You See it Coming?'/><author><name>Alyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373872381458807944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWLJkScFy-w/SKcZ04O2c9I/AAAAAAAAABg/RfnxD7wRPG0/S220/HPIM1182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991221632588016500.post-3944044681169350776</id><published>2010-01-25T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:21:02.508-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Post #3; In Which I Tell You About Awesome Music, and Not Congress</title><content type='html'>That's right ladies and possibly a gent or two. It's time for another music post! Currently, I am OBSESSED with a couple of songs right now and I wanted to do one of those embedded playlist thingys in this post, but shockingly, I couldn't find the songs I wanted on there, so you will have to deal with following a few links. But fear not, gentle readers, they will be WELL worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can't be bothered to not listen to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91YCA4Qwu5s"&gt;Last Person &lt;/a&gt;by Jenny Owen Youngs (whose name I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;say 'Jenny Owens Young,' because that would make more sense) for the last few days. If you only do one thing on the internet today, make it clicking that link there for the music video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you may notice that Jenny looks quite a bit like the other Jenny (Lewis) who I talk about a lot. What's weird is I liked this song before I had any idea who sang it, and I knew who Jenny O.Y. was before, but I never liked her old stuff (folksy but with a very dirty mouth.) SO in summary, how can I help it if much of the music I enjoy is made by chicks with the same haircut? But, I LOVE this video. It looks like a party I would like to be at, especially if it meant I got to leave with her telecaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Another song I can't get enough of, accompanied by another cool video: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dr08SIHELV8"&gt;Pavlov's Bell&lt;/a&gt; by Aimee Mann. I'm pretty sure almost the whole thing was filmed backwards, which means major props to Ms. Mann for learning how to sing her song backwards. I first heard this song on an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which, yes, I started watching about a year ago. While I'm on the subject, that show is AWESOME and I'm sorry I never watched/always made fun of it while it was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Next up is Miss Rie Sinclair, who I discovered recently while on a jaunt through imdb. Turns out she was in one of my favorite movies of all time* (bonus points for those of you playing at home if you can figure out which one), and now she's a singer-songwriter whose &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/riesinclair"&gt;myspace &lt;/a&gt;has been providing some excellent listening material. Interestingly enough, she tends to write a lot of songs for soap operas, but I actually think she's pretty rad. Not least because she delivered the line "Right now, I'm thinking Othello... or Soylent Green," with conviction. Favorite songs right now: Scared of the Dark, Tell Me (How it Ends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Finally, a song off Brandi Carlile's new album, "Give Up the Ghost," which along with Jenny O.Y's album might have to be late addendums to my Top 10 albums of 2009. Sorry I let you down. Anyway, this song &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fttL8X9-vx0"&gt;"Caroline"&lt;/a&gt; is actually a duet with Elton John and I LOVE IT. Try not to tap yer toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. Four bona-fide musical recommendations from yours truly. Let me know if you give 'em a listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Okay! It's Drop Dead Gorgeous! But seriously, if you got it from that quote, you're my favorite. Rie played Michelle, the drama girl, who in fact chose to perform a monologue from Soylent Green for her talent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1991221632588016500-3944044681169350776?l=alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/feeds/3944044681169350776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/2010/01/post-3-in-which-i-tell-you-about.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1991221632588016500/posts/default/3944044681169350776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1991221632588016500/posts/default/3944044681169350776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/2010/01/post-3-in-which-i-tell-you-about.html' title='Post #3; In Which I Tell You About Awesome Music, and Not Congress'/><author><name>Alyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373872381458807944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWLJkScFy-w/SKcZ04O2c9I/AAAAAAAAABg/RfnxD7wRPG0/S220/HPIM1182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991221632588016500.post-476748878110419320</id><published>2010-01-25T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:07:58.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pauly Shore Lied to Me.</title><content type='html'>As we know, serving on a Jury is a duty we'll all most likely share at one time or another, just one of the many civic responsibilities of living in a democracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did my part as a citizen of these United States by sitting in a room for 4 hours, listening to my mp3 player and reading the September 2008 issue of InStyle. It was not as glamorous as it sounds, or as exciting as it was in that movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jury Duty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riddle me this: Why would the Las Vegas 8th District court call 250 people into Jury services, have 200 of them fill out questionnaires, then send them home (not me) and have the other 50 sit in a small room watching America's Funniest home videos for 3 hours (yes me), then excuse them dramatically, ten numbers at a time? Call me crazy but I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm pretty sure NONE of the people called in today were actually placed on a jury. Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1991221632588016500-476748878110419320?l=alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/feeds/476748878110419320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/2010/01/pauly-shore-lied-to-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1991221632588016500/posts/default/476748878110419320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1991221632588016500/posts/default/476748878110419320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/2010/01/pauly-shore-lied-to-me.html' title='Pauly Shore Lied to Me.'/><author><name>Alyson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373872381458807944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KWLJkScFy-w/SKcZ04O2c9I/AAAAAAAAABg/RfnxD7wRPG0/S220/HPIM1182.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991221632588016500.post-2775886194410472862</id><published>2009-12-16T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:55:51.924-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>What?!? She's Back?</title><content type='html'>Well, after a brief hiatus from the world of the blog, I'm back. And for a very good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may know, the annual Barbara Walters' special aired recently (I didn't watch it, but just knowing the Wawa had to interview Lady "Pantsless Wonder" Gaga for it warms my little heart), which means it's time for my Top Ten Albums of the Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year didn't feature many I'm-so-excited-I'm-going-to-crawl-out-of-my-skin-if-this-album-doesn't-drop-soon releases except for maybe Metric, Regina Spektor, and St. Vincent. (Although, lets be honest, nothing gets my heart a'racing quite like Rilo Kiley. Le' sigh.) BUT let me tell you, the list was an utter BLOOD BATH this year. Any one of the top five could have easily taken the proverbial cake, so really, they're all champions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the Honorable mentions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeahs- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Blitz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh Karen O. and co., you're so  much fun, but sometimes you scare me a little. Yikes. Still, keep on keeping on you crazy kids.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/k/kate-nash/album-made-of-bricks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 238px;" src="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/k/kate-nash/album-made-of-bricks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tes of State&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Re-Arrange Us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This is more of a revision to 2008's list-- shame on me for not picking up this stellar album last year! Easily their best effort, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Re-Arrange Us&lt;/span&gt; manages to be simultaneously more grownup and more fun than their past efforts. And good grief I love it when they yell. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights:&lt;/span&gt;Get Better, The Re-Arranger, Help Help, Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kate Nash&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Made of Bricks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Good old Kate gets an honorable mention this year because her album was released way back in 2007, which is lucky for the other folks on my list because this album blazed a serious trail through my speakers this year. She's quirky British piano-driven pop at its best (think Lily Allen with fewer issues), and I LOVE IT. If you haven't gotten on the Nash train yet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights: &lt;/span&gt;Pumpkin Soup, Mariella, Foundations, Merry Happy&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the crazy good stuff, in sort of particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Heartless Bastards-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;- Earlier this summer I got to see Heartless Bastards WITH Jenny Lewis, which has very little to do with their album except that it was quite possibly the best concert EVER, and this album rocks even harder  live. Seriou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;sly, Erika Wennerstrom does not mess around. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Early in the Morning, Out at Sea, Nothing Seems the Same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/c/c0/TS_Sainthood.jpg/200px-TS_Sainthood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/c/c0/TS_Sainthood.jpg/200px-TS_Sainthood.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Tegan and Sara&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Sainthood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;- At first listen I was a little overwhelmed with the much darker and slightly more electronic vibe of this record, especially since the other Tegan and Sara album I've been listening to a lot, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If it Was You,&lt;/span&gt; is a much simpler album. But, if you take it in progression with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So Jealous &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Con&lt;/span&gt;, it makes sense that this is where they've ended up. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights:&lt;/span&gt; Hell, The Cure, Alligator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Camera Obscura- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Maudlin Career&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- How I love the sweet sweet sound of Camera Obscura. It's familiar and distinctive, but these guys still manage to surprise me alb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;um after album without stressing me out. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights&lt;/span&gt;: French Navy, Careless Love, My Maudlin Career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Leslie and the Badgers- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roomful of Smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Take a listen to Los Angeles, the opening track from this album, and try not to tear up a little, then check out Don Juan and try to not to giggle. This album is a perfect of the melancholy, wistfulness, and tongue-in-cheek fun that most countryish folks tend to get wrong. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights:&lt;/span&gt; Los Angeles, Winter Fugue, It's Okay to Trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/79/Middle_cyclone_album_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 241px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/79/Middle_cyclone_album_cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Neko Case-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Middle Cyclone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Neko, Neko, Neko. Guess how jealous I am of your voice? This is another in a line of fantastic albums from the crazy-awesome Ms. Case, only t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;his time with even bette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;r cover art. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights:&lt;/span&gt; This Tornado Loves You, People Got A Lotta Nerve, Don't Forget Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. A Fine Frenzy-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bomb in a Birdcage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- So Allison Sudol &amp;amp; co.'s first album sold a lot of copies, and I thought it was pretty, but sort of boring. But then I heard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bomb&lt;/span&gt;'s lead single, a little song called "Blow Away," which, well, kind of blew me away, so I decided to check out the whole album, and I'm sold. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights:&lt;/span&gt; What I Wouldn't Do, Electric Twist, Blow Away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/4/4b/St_vincent_actor.jpg/200px-St_vincent_actor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 213px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/4/4b/St_vincent_actor.jpg/200px-St_vincent_actor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;St. Vincent&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Actor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Her first album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marry Me&lt;/span&gt; was my album of the year in 2007, and is a fitting follow-up. With the same meticulous production, incredible guitar work, and flowing melodies of the debut,but a different tone, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actor &lt;/span&gt;is another carefully organized but chaotic work that gets my brain and my feet excited every time I play it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights:&lt;/span&gt; The Strangers, Actor Out of Work, The Marrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Ingrid Michaelson-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- If we're going on sheer play time, Ingrid Michaelson takes the cake for me this year. She's a fairly new discovery for me and all three of her albums have been on heavy rotation this year. A beautiful voice, witty lyrics, and plentiful backup vocals-- how could I not love this? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights: &lt;/span&gt;The Chain, Mountain and the Sea, Locked Up, Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Metric- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fantasies&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; I'm listening to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fantasies &lt;/span&gt;while typing this and I'm so distracted by how much I love it that I can't think of a single interesting thing to say. Seriously. SO. Cool. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights:&lt;/span&gt; Help I'm Alive, Gimme Sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/1/10/Reginaspektorfarcover.jpg/200px-Reginaspektorfarcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/1/10/Reginaspektorfarcover.jpg/200px-Reginaspektorfarcover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Regina Spektor-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- I'm not sure if this is my favorite of Regina's albums, but it has the feeling, more so than the other albums I love this year, of being au courante. From computers figuring our lives out for us, to thinking about God, and imagining an award for human of the year, Regina is tapped into the zeitgest big time. Plus these songs are a whole lot of fun. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights:&lt;/span&gt; The Calculation, Eet, Folding Chair, Dance Anthem of the 80s, One More Time With Feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1991221632588016500-2775886194410472862?l=alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/feeds/2775886194410472862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-shes-back.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1991221632588016500/posts/default/2775886194410472862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1991221632588016500/posts/default/2775886194410472862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonhatescongress.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-shes-back.html' title='What?!? 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