Janet Lin

Meet Jens. He’s the latest acquisition to the Holland & Lin household. Recognizing the practicalities of buying a station wagon (ahem sorry “sportswagen”) and a long puffy black jacket (it’s like wearing a sleeping bag!) are the humble beginnings of my recent transformation to ninja soccer mom. All I really need now is an asian kid who plays soccer.

Hello, pretty. Soon you will be mine.

Mid-century home for sale in Massachusetts! Am strongly considering trading my Cambridge condo. I want. I heart. I need.

After 6 years of hemming and hawing, Christian and I finally took the next step in our relationship: we merged our CD collections.

And the duplicates are:

• Arcade Fire: Funeral
• Beastie Boys: Ill Communication
• Beastie Boys: Pauls Boutique *
• DJ Krush: Milight
• DJ Shadow: Endtroducing *
• DJ Shadow: Preemptive Strike
• Fugazi: 13 Songs
• Modest Mouse: This is a long drive for someone with nothing to think about
• Modest Mouse: The Moon & Antarctica
• Modest Mouse: Lonesome Crowded West
• Moby: Everything is wrong
• Mogwai: kickingadeadpig
• Orbital: In Sides
• Pavement: Crooked Rain
• To Rococo Rot: Music is a hungry ghost
• Tortoise: Remixed *
• TransAm: Self-Titled
• TransAm: Red Line
• TransAm: You Can Always Get What You Want
• Unkle: Psyence Fiction *
• The Best of Herbie Hancock
• Underworld: dubnobasswithmyheadman

Unless indicated (* = claimed), we’d like to give our babies a new home. Must be responsible and having an already alphabetized CD and vinyl collection is a plus.

Cielo Cocktail (Created by Tony Abou-Ganim of the Bellagio Hotel in Las Vegas)

I found it very difficult to go through a bottle of Creme de Cassis that has been sitting on my kitchen bar for over a year until this drink recipe.

Now that I have an inordinate amount of time to sit around and do nothing (hold up, I’ve been reading People and eating Christmas cookies, my bad), I’ve been signing up for every cool social networking and online profile site that I’ve been meaning to check out. This has resulted to (in addition to facebook and twitter), tumblr, flickr, auteurs, and now a flavors.me account. (Next target is goodsie for my mom’s handmade jewelry site.) Flavors.me came in just in time because maintaining all of these online profiles was starting to stress me out (in a holiday vacation kind of way). And now the world wide web is made better by a nifty little site that organizes all things Janet all the time.

Cartman sings ‘Oh Holy Night’ from Mr. Hankey’s Christmas Classics Soundtrack. I’ve been rehearsing my Cartman voice for the family Christmas Eve talent show.

Now that the semester is over, I can finally catch up on Season 13 of South Park! Holy crap, Cartman singing Lady Gaga is hilarious. I have another Cartman impersonation to put into my considerable roster.

My industrial econ exam is long over but here I am thinking about price discrimination. Even though I already have every single album of Kraftwerk, The Stone Roses, Jesus & Mary Chain (including B-Sides and rarities, please), I still want the freaking box sets. I am that nutty consumer way up there on that demand curve who’s willingness-to-pay for awesome music and glossy cd jackets for bands that she is obsessed with is quite high. I will then give away my cds so that I’ll feel better about myself when I purchase the box sets (although logic there is unclear).

At some point, I’ll attempt a list of top ten cd boxsets of all time…

Sazerac Cocktail

My partner makes the best sazerac cocktails. Aren’t I lucky.

I can’t get enough of the UK dance crew Hot Chip. I would consider dropping out of my MBA program to be one of their 24 hour party people (not accurate, but do wish that circa 1976 to 1992 I was cool and British).

Anyway, with so much digital music at my disposal, I admittedly get impatient listening through an entire song. I’d play something for like 5 seconds and think “next”. But I plugged through this one because it’s Hot Chip and I am loyal like that.

The contrast between the chorus and refrain is amazing. I picture a West Side Story dance club sequence featuring the goth kids and the earnest student council geeks. (Although read the Pitchfork review for way more detail and interpretation than my bizarro-awesome visual here.)