I’m working on a neighborhood-and-apartment mapping project today (details and photo evidence coming later in the weekend), which has me surfing the web at rapid speed.

Clicking through the blogroll of Wiliamsburg is Dead, I found a promo video for Lily Allen‘s new album, It’s Not Me, It’s You.

Clever and sharp, it’s a pop-happy, candy-colored jab at brainless popularity of the Paris Hilton variety. Highly recommended viewing. Watch it at YouTube.

Life’s about film stars and less about mothers
It’s all about fast cars and cursing each other

But it doesn’t matter ’cause I’m packing plastic
And that’s what makes my life so fucking fantastic

I am a weapon of massive consumption
And it’s not my fault;  it’s how I’m programmed to function


I purchased Melissa Etheridge’s new album off of iTunes yesterday, A New Thought for Christmas, and now have a new favorite Christmas song.

It’s Glorious, track 2 (click to listen on YouTube)
Windshields kissed with snow | On this endless
interstate | Over the fields we go | Laughing all
the way we sing

love, love, love
It’s glorious

Friends and family near | No more
judgments | No more fear | All is calm and all
is bright | Everyone will hold this light and sing

love, love, love
It’s glorious

Sleep in heavenly, in heavenly
Sleep in heavenly, in heavenly
Believe in heavenly, in heavenly peace

I have heard the angels | Sweetly singing
o’er the plains | And I heard the mountain
Echoing their sweet refrain they sing

love, love, love
It’s glorious

Sleep in heavenly peace

Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I’m through with playing by
The rules of someone else’s game
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It’s time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes
And leap…

“Defying Gravity,” from Wicked