there is a man here who works at the school who looks like the yemeni version of david cross. he also sounds like david cross doing an old woman's voice.
i smile and want to pinch his cheek and do mr. show lines whevever i see him.

i have discovered on this trip one of the handful of songs that jenny put on the mp3 player before she gave it to me. it is 'how i feel about you' by curtis mayfield and it is absolutely soul-lifting. everyone go get it right now. it goes into the category of cinematic, romantic instrumental songs that i adore. along with all that ennio morricone ( Read more... )

such idiots in europe right now. especially that italian minister who wore that tshirt. what the fuck was he thinking? i thought governments were supposed to be for peace. how do i feel about the cartoons? (pause. grunt. frown.) in certain countries people have the right to say pretty much whatever they want. good. being american, i feel this is ( Read more... )

well, today's the day. the day i leave one reality behind, the reality of seattle greyness and wamu atms and the gaggia macchina and sunday night tv and cappuccio and capitol hill saturday nights behind ( Read more... )

SHIIIIT I LEAVE THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW HOW DID THIS HAPPEN

i know you all know how much i love the new york times sunday paper. and i do. but today they screwed me just a little bit by running their feature story in the magazine about osama bin ladin's driver. from yemen. i have yet to read the story (planned it for bedtime reading) but did see a photograph in the contents, featuring jobless yemeni men ( Read more... )

I FUCKING HATE MOTHERFUCKING CINGULAR WIRELESS

i feel like there isn't enough simpsons appreciation in the world. like, it is so ingrained on our pop conciousness that we don't contemplate it's genius enough.

lets take a minute here...

simpsons the other night: homer gets discovered by a bunch of euro-trash art dealers and wants to be an artist, but he has trouble, so marge takes him to the ( Read more... )

well, the nannying is over. for good. i've talked about it so much over the past week that that is all i'm going to say about it here.

new years happened and was great, as far as new years' go. you see, if you check out my past new years entries, you'll see a pattern of discontent, broken dreams, dashed hopes, and trips to the emergency room (but ( Read more... )

so so so so so so so so busy ( Read more... )