it's temperatures like these that make me happy about all the belly fat I've been accumulating since thanksgiving.

it keeps my organs warm.

as I continue in survival mode, I will be foraging for doughnuts for lunch.

... overheard in the aisles of Target today:

"dude, that's what I'm saying. like, when Asians drive bad and when the rap boys do stupid shit, I'm like: way to fuel the stereotypes! it just makes me so angry, you know?"

sir, I commend you on your work to fuel the stereotype that all white people are loud, angry, racist assholes.

bravo.

1. A is for age: 26 ( Read more... )

if I could get through an entire day - on the street, on the L platform, on the train - without once smelling stale urine, I would consider that a great day.

I think I may have dreamed the plot of 'lust,caution' last night. or, at least what my subconscious mind imagines is the plot of 'lust,caution,' based on film reviews and on-line/printed synopses. because I haven't actually seen the film. but my dream was really detailed ( Read more... )

after contacting old college professors (they aren't actually old, but it has been quite a spell since I last talked to them), I received one 'yes' and one very encouraging and cheerful 'no' ('it sounds like you are leading a very interesting life, with all of your creative endeavors!') to my request for letters of recommendation. yay! and sigh ( Read more... )

... and so begin the f***ing diamond commercials.

"we must move forward... not backwards, not to the side, not forwards, but always whirling, whirling, whirling towards freedom!"

and if you've ever wanted to see democracy from the perspective of adorable chinese grade-schoolers, run, do not walk, to see "Please Vote For Me" (PBS Independent Lens).

 http://www.cnn.com/2007/HEALTH/10/18/middleschool.contraception.ap/index.html

if it were up to me, birth control would be baked into every cafeteria cookie and flowing out of the drinking fountains.  and the boys would just have to be careful about their cookie/water consumption.

I think we should give the girls a chance to realize that their chosen ( Read more... )

 my right arm is a little sore from holding/hogging/dancing with a totally adorable 6 month-old on Saturday.

my left leg/hip is a little sore from trying (unsuccessfully) to do the splits on a church altar.

my right foot is a little sore from dancing like a lunatic to The Rapture.

I love when friends get married...