anna pulley

I met Amanda Palmer last night, kind of, in a flurry that lasted about seven seconds. Amanda and her husband Neil Gaiman were on a short West Coast tour, performing a mash up of songs and readings, sometimes alone, sometimes together, sometimes alone but with the other adoringly watching. To put it less clearly, here’s [...]

Bay Area Rockers! Come watch me read embarrassing OkCupid messages in a flat, yet bewildered tone next Thursday, March 10th at Fivepoints Arthouse. Guest appearances by the ran-stone cowgirl dude, polyamorous-bear-my-children-and-do-my-data-entry dude, “check me out with the cops” dude, and many, many more. Short description: Celebrate heartbreak and hook-ups with San Francisco’s finest blend of [...]

Achievement of the Month: New high score in Doodle Jump! I hate myself. (It was by like 30,000 points though! That’s really high. For me.) _________ You kept the note I wrote you. It just said “Bam!” Me Tarzan. You impressed? _________ What I want inscribed on my tombstone when I die: “Help! Buried Alive!” [...]

It was a big week for me last week. First, I got a marriage proposal on Twitter: Then, my interview with Nerve’s sex columnist Erin Bradley made it into the Top News slider at Mother Jones. This interview also started a war on Facebook, since apparently referencing Justin Bieber automatically makes you a child molester. [...]

I somehow missed Janelle Monae‘s Grammy-nominated debut EP, Metropolis, Suite I: The Chase (perhaps because I’ve been too preoccupied sobbing over Glee songs), but I’m sure as hell not gonna miss her first full-length LP, The ArchAndroid, which comes out May 18th. Watch her hit single Tightrope and try to tell me you’re not in [...]

This morning, as I was eating breakfast and listening to music, I found myself inexplicably welling up with emotion, to the point of near-tears. Now, I wasn’t listening to the Free Haiti concert or Mariah Carey’s “One Sweet Day,” (stop judging me!) nothing that tends to elicit a negative emotional response. No, it was “The [...]

I never know what to say to people who ask me what kind of music I like. I can’t tell the truth without then giving a speech about how pseudo-goth pop is really quite moving if you can just think of all the corpse references as “metaphors for life.” I also can’t lie about it because I’m a terrible liar. During jury duty last year, I accidentally said I was married and then tried to roll with it until they asked me what my husband’s name was and I said “Eleanor.”