welcome.
If you're curious, crazyknee.com is:
a personal Web page (a blog, even) created by Leanne H. Milway. The page was launched Nov. 1, 2000, the day she had ACL/meniscus repair performed on her right leg.
Hence the "crazy knee."
This page will be updated in some weekly way.

26 august 2002 . 10:03 pm PT
Did you have a nice weekend? I hope so. Me, I participated in the JamGrass festival, a.k.a. bluegrass and beer. Hippies love fiddlin', it's true. In typical Marin County fashion (Marin is the Land Across the Golden Gate Bridge, where the sun always shines and all the well-off families live), there were babies everywhere. Here a baby, there a baby, everywhere a hippie and his hula hoop. Ah, California.

In a fit of ridiculousness, I just pre-ordered "A New Novel by Dave Eggers." WHY can't I resist? I thought I was over my addiction. Alas. Anyway, the book is due September 20, it's 376 pages long, and it *should* arrive at my doorstep before you can get your grimy little hands anywhere near it. I'll let you know. Also due next month: Michael Chabon's "Summerland," a book about hobgoblins. Elle.com has the (brief) scoop.

While I did miss out on Downing Beers with Bob due to the I'm-way-across-the-country thing, my new friend at Matador sent me a lovely consolation package: five cds, two pins, two stickers, a t-shirt, and a signed GBV poster. Wee! (Bonus: if you want to listen to the new GBV album, check it. While we're at it, try out the new Flaming Lips, Steve Earle and Sleater-Kinney albums. Hooray for the Internet!)

21 august 2002 . 11:53 pm PT
I just burned my tongue on a bowl of soup. Lame!

I'm eating soup to recover from my recent brush with a solo Rhett Miller at the teeny tiny Cafe du Nord.

Rhett told us he just finished filming his first music video for the single "Come Around" (the stick-in-your -head lyric goes: "Am I gonna be lonely for the rest of my life?"). The director of the video said he was a "shit actor." Heh. No one told him that his new songs are shit? Like, really lame? Sure, Rhett, you're beautiful and you rock the guitar and your voice is amazing, and that thing you do with your hips? Do it again. But your new lovey dovey songs are L-A-M-E. He said the New Yorker reviewed the album and really liked his least favorite song. I couldn't find the review online ... can he be getting favorable press? Someone needs to look into this for me. Snap snap. (p.s. This was the first time I've heard him do "Wish the Worst" and the smile on my face almost killed me.)

Summertime in the city: The last two nights it has been SO COLD in our house that I've had to sleep in a sweatshirt. I kid you not. I came home the other day and my roommate was on the couch under a blanket, with a fire in the wood-burning stove for extra warmth. This is August in SF. Hope you sweaty mid-west and east coasters are enjoying your selves! Wear shorts for me!

18 august 2002 . 11:48 pm PT
Things I Learned While Not Updating My Web Page:

1) How to say "I grabbed the hooker by her hair" in sign language. Also, "I shovel shit all day long."

2) It will always be fun to take pictures of my cat. An excessive amount of cat pictures.

3)The lowdown on "The Country Bears" (as if you needed one): Sean O'Connell reviews this amazing film in which animatronic bears assimilate themselves into our society. "It confirms my suspicion that in a world where bears can both talk and boogie down," Sean writes, "[Christopher] Walken would be present. Along with Queen Latifah."

4) Paul Westerberg thinks "Ryan Adams ought to have his teeth kicked down his throat"! Or so Pete Bothum reports in a very revealing article. But who's talking there, Pete, you or Westerberg? Don't get me wrong, I like it! Let's get some rockers in the ring! I'll bet on Westerberg, even though Adams looks so! darn! cute! in the new Gap ad.

5) I have a tendency to use way too many exclamation points.

6) My first DVD purchase put me out $27.98. Whew! What the hell? Can I afford this kind of living? But I had to do it -- it's the remastered "Stop Making Sense" concert. Now I can listen to "Burning Down the House" while sitting on my couch. And not in a chain restaurant the night after my house burned down. Hmmm.

7) My neighborhood (the Castro) is home to many a man who enjoys wearing dresses and/or pink tights. Saturday afternoon, I happened upon this lovely group in the park across from our house. They were having a combo bake sale-softball tournament. In drag. With balloons. But of course

8) David Bowie may wear the most ridiculous costumes on stage in the 1973 film/concert "Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders of Mars," but the man has a MULLET. He can wear anything he wants, especially skintight and spangly short shorts. Actually, the fashion on display is a highlight of D.A. Pennebaker's film. And so is Bowie's mime act. MIME! He's trapped in a box and everything. In other music news, the Flaming Lips are a RIOT in concert. Any band that hires people to dance around in animal suits, throw confetti, and wave flashlights on stage is worth the price. Does anyone out there have an opinion on their new album? I need to know. (p.s. I'm listening to Springsteen's "The Rising" right now. I think it's ... good. It's undeniably Bruuuce, and he's kinda depressed. Damn terrorists.)

9) It's hard to update the Books Page when I'm reading books like mad. Which I am! I added a bunch of titles to the list, and some reviews. If you have any interest. Did you know that in our new house, one can sit (with a book) on the sun porch and stare into the backyard (if you get tired of reading). It looks a little like this:

10) I'm v.sad that Bonnie is leaving us, heading to some city far away (NYC) for "school" (she'll get her MFA in theater from Columbia). What are we to do?! *wipes tears from eyes* Bonnie and I have driven across this country together twice -- TWICE! That's no easy task (I'm sure much more difficult for her than me). But I'm glad I was with her, because she knows a lot of show tunes. We've shared homes, employers, socks, dinners, and wine on both sides of the country and places in between. All things must pass, or so they say. But it doesn't end.

04 august 2002 . 11:59 and 84 seconds pm PT
Feeling like I shouldn't be updating this page right now. Thinking about how I don't know what to do with my life and about how "cupidity" means "an inordinate desire for wealth; greed." You'd think I'd be in a better mood, since I just watched the first season of HBO's "Mr. Show" (!! !!!! !! ! !) and since I am still breathing and all. Small favors.

Hmmmm mmm mmmmmm mm. Maybe you better read up on the "heartwarming work of literary altruism" happening in the Mission under the probing eye of Master Dave Eggers. Knowitallgirl is teaching a class there Sunday nights, and she has keys.

Great big thanks to the legions who helped me celebrate this last birthday. Without you ... I ... uh.

Oh god. So in looking up the "Mr. Show" link just then, I see that Bob O. and David C. are touring the country right now (Pulpy, are you going to the 9/21 Philly show?) and will be at the (godforsaken) Warfield on 10/5. Eh, whatever. Who needs to laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh. Certainly not me.