today, i am officially of legal drinking age. apparently, nelson mandela was important enough to get a downloadable video of his birthday ceremony on the front page of yahoo news. me, not so much.
a few things that i've learned over the year.
1. less is not more, more is more.
2. (nothing. everyone knows that second place is the first loser).
3. bad ass people do bad ass things (thanks biggie).
and that's how i try to live.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
tres leaches
another picture from wedding weekend. sometimes we like to look like we dislike each other.
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public enema
i have an arch nemesis. a few people who read this blog know who she is (don't even think i gave you a clue by saying "she". i could be feigning to be one of those feminists who uses "she" instead of "he" as a general/gender neutral term).
anyway, it's not like me to have an enemy. generally, when i don't care about or care for someone, i have very little trouble being rude or just forgetting about her (boo yah!) existence entirely.
but i can't do either of those things with her. maybe it's like death compared to suffering. i think i would rather die than suffer for a really long time. and maybe that's why she's my arch nemesis. maybe that's what distinguishes an enemy from an arch enemy - recurrence, persistence, reappearance in your life like some sort of virus you can't shake. like a staph infection. or jock itch.
ergo, i will now refer to her as TIMS (thorn in my side).
so everytime i see her, i'm really nice. i use my first string varsity jokes on her. and i smile and say things quietly out of the side of my mouth to make her think that she's on the inside track. and i tell her we should have lunch sometime. and inside, i'm giving her the finger and picturing her on one of those medieval stretching machines. and then i call marcy and say mean things. let's face it, gossip in controlled doses is BRILLIANT.
on a brighter note, here is a picture from the celebrity-laden wedding i attended this past weekend. it's really just a picture of my hunky BF, chuckles, at amy's ice cream in austin. this morning, he was at my house on the computer and when i left, i asked him if he would be looking at any porn. "no, but i am definitely going to be looking at some corn."
anyway, it's not like me to have an enemy. generally, when i don't care about or care for someone, i have very little trouble being rude or just forgetting about her (boo yah!) existence entirely.
but i can't do either of those things with her. maybe it's like death compared to suffering. i think i would rather die than suffer for a really long time. and maybe that's why she's my arch nemesis. maybe that's what distinguishes an enemy from an arch enemy - recurrence, persistence, reappearance in your life like some sort of virus you can't shake. like a staph infection. or jock itch.
ergo, i will now refer to her as TIMS (thorn in my side).
so everytime i see her, i'm really nice. i use my first string varsity jokes on her. and i smile and say things quietly out of the side of my mouth to make her think that she's on the inside track. and i tell her we should have lunch sometime. and inside, i'm giving her the finger and picturing her on one of those medieval stretching machines. and then i call marcy and say mean things. let's face it, gossip in controlled doses is BRILLIANT.
on a brighter note, here is a picture from the celebrity-laden wedding i attended this past weekend. it's really just a picture of my hunky BF, chuckles, at amy's ice cream in austin. this morning, he was at my house on the computer and when i left, i asked him if he would be looking at any porn. "no, but i am definitely going to be looking at some corn."
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
bad bad leroy brown
i'm having two main issues today: the domestication of animals, specifically, the dog and the cow and secondly, being cornered and then labeled as a "picky" person when it comes to restaurant choice.
to address the first, starting with some background: i like midnight snacks. i eat them even if i am not hungry. mostly because i like being secretive but also because i think midnight snacking is a lost art. several nights ago, i went to the kitchen and decided on marcy's pistachios. bradley knows when the middle of the night grazing occurs, as manifested by his licking of the chops as soon as i sit up. so i return and am laying in bed, curled around the four by six by three inch tupperware container that housed said nuts...and bradley is staring at me, intently. at first, i dismiss him thinking that dogs, in their history, have probably never eaten nuts, so he wouldn't even entertain the thought. but then i thought it would be an interesting experiment. i doled one out, and he sniffed around it, lifted his lips quiveringly to expose his two front teeth, and gingerly took it from me. after some rolling, licking and sniffing, he ate it. my dog ate a pistachio nut! this is alarming on both micro and macro levels. first, bradley is too slow to catch anything so he would probably starve and die in the wild looking for his stainless steel bowl filled with purina one. and in the bigger picture, we, as humans have altered the evolutionary cycle by allowing a dulled species to survive, simply based on our desire to be loved and to have companionship. domesticated dogs have only survived because humans have kept them alive. it's like a weird, parasitic relationship. same goes for cows except we proliferate their species so we can eat them. how morbid!
second issue, also starting with background: there are three categories of friends for me. the first is the (1) epidermal friend (not to be confused with an acquaintance, i don't make it a habit of engaging with people i do not intend to pursue friendship with), (2) the visceral friend and the deepest tier, (3) my soul mates (sorry that this does not fall in line with the anatomy analogy, but i do think that the deepest parts of us are triggered by something outside of the body). the people who know my guts (some in (2) and all of (3)) know that i am not a picky eater whatsoever but that i do expect for my food-related impulses to be met immediately, specifically and completely. this is extreme, i know. but that is only about 15% of the time. so, for 85% of the time, i have no preference as to where or what i eat.
unfortunately, when a (1) or some (2) friends experience the 15%, i am assumed to be like this 100 percent of the time. in addition, the social epidemic these days is to have no opinion on restaurant choice. i don't want to be a traitor to my generation but cannot acquiesce to this disease. so i am usually the one to have an opinion and because i do, it is assumed that i ALWAYS have an opinion.
mistake not, i actually don't care where or what i eat. i've eaten fried rice out of a plastic bag before.
to address the first, starting with some background: i like midnight snacks. i eat them even if i am not hungry. mostly because i like being secretive but also because i think midnight snacking is a lost art. several nights ago, i went to the kitchen and decided on marcy's pistachios. bradley knows when the middle of the night grazing occurs, as manifested by his licking of the chops as soon as i sit up. so i return and am laying in bed, curled around the four by six by three inch tupperware container that housed said nuts...and bradley is staring at me, intently. at first, i dismiss him thinking that dogs, in their history, have probably never eaten nuts, so he wouldn't even entertain the thought. but then i thought it would be an interesting experiment. i doled one out, and he sniffed around it, lifted his lips quiveringly to expose his two front teeth, and gingerly took it from me. after some rolling, licking and sniffing, he ate it. my dog ate a pistachio nut! this is alarming on both micro and macro levels. first, bradley is too slow to catch anything so he would probably starve and die in the wild looking for his stainless steel bowl filled with purina one. and in the bigger picture, we, as humans have altered the evolutionary cycle by allowing a dulled species to survive, simply based on our desire to be loved and to have companionship. domesticated dogs have only survived because humans have kept them alive. it's like a weird, parasitic relationship. same goes for cows except we proliferate their species so we can eat them. how morbid!
second issue, also starting with background: there are three categories of friends for me. the first is the (1) epidermal friend (not to be confused with an acquaintance, i don't make it a habit of engaging with people i do not intend to pursue friendship with), (2) the visceral friend and the deepest tier, (3) my soul mates (sorry that this does not fall in line with the anatomy analogy, but i do think that the deepest parts of us are triggered by something outside of the body). the people who know my guts (some in (2) and all of (3)) know that i am not a picky eater whatsoever but that i do expect for my food-related impulses to be met immediately, specifically and completely. this is extreme, i know. but that is only about 15% of the time. so, for 85% of the time, i have no preference as to where or what i eat.
unfortunately, when a (1) or some (2) friends experience the 15%, i am assumed to be like this 100 percent of the time. in addition, the social epidemic these days is to have no opinion on restaurant choice. i don't want to be a traitor to my generation but cannot acquiesce to this disease. so i am usually the one to have an opinion and because i do, it is assumed that i ALWAYS have an opinion.
mistake not, i actually don't care where or what i eat. i've eaten fried rice out of a plastic bag before.
Monday, April 16, 2007
down by the river
i think about death a lot. i like it because it makes things very clear. i also love this song by neil young. i didn't discover it on my own but it's still very meaningful to me.
down by the river
by: neil young
Be on my side,
I'll be on your side,
baby
There is no reason
for you to hide
It's so hard for me
staying here all alone
When you could be
taking me for a ride.
Yeah, she could drag me
over the rainbow,
send me away
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river,
Dead, oh, shot her dead.
You take my hand,
I'll take your hand
Together we may get away
This much madness
is too much sorrow
It's impossible
to make it today.
Yeah, she could drag me
over the rainbow,
send me away
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river,
Dead, oh, shot her dead.
Be on my side,
I'll be on your side,
baby
There is no reason
for you to hide
It's so hard for me
staying here all alone
When you could be
taking me for a ride.
Yeah, she could drag me
over the rainbow,
send me away
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river,
Dead, oh, shot her dead.
down by the river
by: neil young
Be on my side,
I'll be on your side,
baby
There is no reason
for you to hide
It's so hard for me
staying here all alone
When you could be
taking me for a ride.
Yeah, she could drag me
over the rainbow,
send me away
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river,
Dead, oh, shot her dead.
You take my hand,
I'll take your hand
Together we may get away
This much madness
is too much sorrow
It's impossible
to make it today.
Yeah, she could drag me
over the rainbow,
send me away
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river,
Dead, oh, shot her dead.
Be on my side,
I'll be on your side,
baby
There is no reason
for you to hide
It's so hard for me
staying here all alone
When you could be
taking me for a ride.
Yeah, she could drag me
over the rainbow,
send me away
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river,
Dead, oh, shot her dead.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
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