Know what makes me feel better when I'm feeling a little under the weather?
A big glass of Simply Orange pineapple/oj. And a bowl of steel cut Irish oats (inspired by Nie, I think my body enjoys the nutritious switch).
The best part about it is, of course, having the perfect spoon with which to fly your oatmeal around the airspace that is your head.
Open up the hangar, here comes the aaa-irplane!
And zooooooom, a spoonful of deliciousness lands safely within the safe cavern of my mouth.
No need to be jealous. The great thing about enjoying the simple things in life is that they're so easy to attain. I dare you to try this the next time your body is acting mad with you. It's like the flowers/card/candy combo sent straight from above to cure any ailment that might riddle your relationship with your, well, yourself.
Monday, January 26, 2009
I can't do this all on my own...
I know, I know. I've been a neglectful blogger. Just when things were getting back on track. I've never been one of those to post photo blogs, but you oughta know what I've been up to these days and why I've been treating you so bad.
It goes something like this:
Selling a hundred papes a day with these jokers...
Torturing Zuli
Getting some culture (and spying some scenesters)
Seducing Hadley, of course...
Pissing off PETA but giving that rabbit fur coat another chance of love
Less (read:no) alcohol, more Anna
Changing my name to Sally and selling saggy skullcaps by the seashore with Oldboy
(And don't you know? That's not even the half of it.)
It goes something like this:
Selling a hundred papes a day with these jokers...
Torturing Zuli
Getting some culture (and spying some scenesters)
Seducing Hadley, of course...
Pissing off PETA but giving that rabbit fur coat another chance of love
Less (read:no) alcohol, more Anna
Changing my name to Sally and selling saggy skullcaps by the seashore with Oldboy
(And don't you know? That's not even the half of it.)
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
And you?
Sometimes when I'm reading cjane, I wonder about all the things she does for nie. I mean, there's a pretty ridiculous amount of work that goes into caring for your sister's children and completely changing your lifestyle for her. Then I wonder about nie. Her life is so changed... she missed three whole months of it! Either way, these girls have lost a lot and gained a lot since August.
That got me to thinking about what my sisters and I would do for one another. Anna made the comment yesterday that "You and your sisters are ridiculous about giving each other things." I don't think this is quite true, though. In fact, I think we rarely give each other anything. But that doesn't bother me. I think we're pretty set in the whole "we love one another" thing.
Anyway. This is for Caroline- ma jumelle. If you want my Toms for Iraq, you may have them (and I will not take your flip flops!). If you want to get away, I will buy some plane tickets to Paris, shop for an apartment, and have a Nespresso cafe au lait ready for you before you can blink your eyes. If you find you can't have children, I will be your surrogate (as long as I can name one Emmeline). If you need me to throw granola at anybody that offends you, anywhere in the world, I will throw with gusto. With vim and vigor I will violently toss hearty chunks of granola at said foe.
And if you give me a gift I can't quite say thank you for, I will make you a playlist. :) My humble offering. Accept?
For My Sissy:
That got me to thinking about what my sisters and I would do for one another. Anna made the comment yesterday that "You and your sisters are ridiculous about giving each other things." I don't think this is quite true, though. In fact, I think we rarely give each other anything. But that doesn't bother me. I think we're pretty set in the whole "we love one another" thing.
Anyway. This is for Caroline- ma jumelle. If you want my Toms for Iraq, you may have them (and I will not take your flip flops!). If you want to get away, I will buy some plane tickets to Paris, shop for an apartment, and have a Nespresso cafe au lait ready for you before you can blink your eyes. If you find you can't have children, I will be your surrogate (as long as I can name one Emmeline). If you need me to throw granola at anybody that offends you, anywhere in the world, I will throw with gusto. With vim and vigor I will violently toss hearty chunks of granola at said foe.
And if you give me a gift I can't quite say thank you for, I will make you a playlist. :) My humble offering. Accept?
For My Sissy:
- Amy Winehouse- Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow
- The Beach Boys- God Only Knows
- Blind Melon- No Rain
- Black Eyed Peas- My Humps
- Belle & Sebastian- O, Get Me Away From Here I'm Dying
- The Beatles- While My Guitar Gently Weeps
- Dave Matthews Band- Dream Girl
- Death Cab for Cutie- Cath...
- The Doors- Riders on the Storm
- The Flaming Lips- Do You Realize??
- Foo Fighters- Times Like These (Acoustic)
- The Four Tops- I Can't Help Myself (Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch)
- Janis Joplin- Me and Bobby McGee
- Jimi Hendrix- Little Wing
- Joshua Radin- Star Mile
- Leo Sayer- You Make Me Feel Like Dancing
- The Mamas & The Papas- California Dreamin'
- Modest Mouse- Float On
- Nick Drake- Fly
- Nirvana- Come As You Are
- Oasis- Don't Look Back in Anger
- Pink Floyd- Wish You Were Here
- Rilo Kiley- With Arms Outstretched
- Roy Orbison- Pretty Woman
- Scott McKenzie- San Fransisco (Be Sure to Wear Flowers in Your Hair)
- Spencer Davis Group- Gimme Some Lovin'
Monday, January 19, 2009
I would laugh if only...
This wasn't so true. Stuff White People Like has always been one of those websites that both amuses and horrifies me. It is so true that it is funny and so true that it is tragically very, very unfunny.
(Note the links at the top of the entry to Rosetta Stone. Point taken, SWPL, point taken.)
(Note the links at the top of the entry to Rosetta Stone. Point taken, SWPL, point taken.)
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Read this?
Had to read this for class today. Found it interesting, especially within today's (changing!) political sphere, that the things he is arguing for in 1784 are still fundamentally lacking (in some ways) in 2009.
Give it a browse if you have a chance, let me know what you think.
What is Enlightenment?
Give it a browse if you have a chance, let me know what you think.
What is Enlightenment?
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Will the real bon mot please stand up?
This blog will be short, I promise. I need my sleep.
Here goes, the simple truth: I'm really excited about this semester. Except for statistics, which I've been avoiding by switching in and out of different sections so as to try to get the best professor possible (tomorrow will be my first time actually in the classroom), I really love the classes I'm in.
I think this is due to the professors. Everybody is so passionate. And it's almost contagious.
I just realized as I lay in bed that I was reciting French verb conjugations in my head just in case I do not have time to study them after work tomorrow. Then I realized something frightening. While many of my classes are just as foreign to my fellow students as they are to me, French is not going to be one of those classes. Most of the people in my section have had three to four years in high school. I do not think my 10 week after-school program in the 4th grade and a semester of 101 a year ago is going to put me at much of an advantage.
I will say that I am taking French purely as an elective. Mostly it is because I might like to be able to actually read some of the awesome French philosophers that I've become acquainted with in the past year in their native tongue. Partly it is also because I want to understand everybody in the entire world (at least what they are saying) and French is as good a place to start as any. Also, a tiny bit, it is because I used to live with a completely gorgeous French man and I figure that if my old roommate can go abroad for a semester and snag a fabulous man, maybe I ought to start looking for love in new lands, too.
Tangent aside, let's get to the present. (Or the very recent past, at least.) I had a panic attack right in my little bed and shot up as quick as an arrow. What if I do poorly in French? What if I can't remember anything? Merde! To fix this problem, I am going to do what they always used to do on episodes of TGIF shows. I am going to record my lessons and listen to them while I sleep. Then again, I thought, I bet somebody has already done this.
Here I would like to thank technology. Particularly the mac fellows. Sure there are mp3 players other than the iPod. Sure, I could probably find torrents of French lessons on various websites all over the Internet. But you, mac, you made your podcasts so readily available that I have to do virtually no work in order to get these lessons. In fact, all I have to do is sit and blog while I wait for the downloads.
And the downloads ought to take a while. I am getting not one, not two, but seven hundred seventy two French instruction episodes downloaded to my computer. So far... only 29 have downloaded.
Mon dieu, this could take a while.
Here goes, the simple truth: I'm really excited about this semester. Except for statistics, which I've been avoiding by switching in and out of different sections so as to try to get the best professor possible (tomorrow will be my first time actually in the classroom), I really love the classes I'm in.
I think this is due to the professors. Everybody is so passionate. And it's almost contagious.
I just realized as I lay in bed that I was reciting French verb conjugations in my head just in case I do not have time to study them after work tomorrow. Then I realized something frightening. While many of my classes are just as foreign to my fellow students as they are to me, French is not going to be one of those classes. Most of the people in my section have had three to four years in high school. I do not think my 10 week after-school program in the 4th grade and a semester of 101 a year ago is going to put me at much of an advantage.
I will say that I am taking French purely as an elective. Mostly it is because I might like to be able to actually read some of the awesome French philosophers that I've become acquainted with in the past year in their native tongue. Partly it is also because I want to understand everybody in the entire world (at least what they are saying) and French is as good a place to start as any. Also, a tiny bit, it is because I used to live with a completely gorgeous French man and I figure that if my old roommate can go abroad for a semester and snag a fabulous man, maybe I ought to start looking for love in new lands, too.
Tangent aside, let's get to the present. (Or the very recent past, at least.) I had a panic attack right in my little bed and shot up as quick as an arrow. What if I do poorly in French? What if I can't remember anything? Merde! To fix this problem, I am going to do what they always used to do on episodes of TGIF shows. I am going to record my lessons and listen to them while I sleep. Then again, I thought, I bet somebody has already done this.
Here I would like to thank technology. Particularly the mac fellows. Sure there are mp3 players other than the iPod. Sure, I could probably find torrents of French lessons on various websites all over the Internet. But you, mac, you made your podcasts so readily available that I have to do virtually no work in order to get these lessons. In fact, all I have to do is sit and blog while I wait for the downloads.
And the downloads ought to take a while. I am getting not one, not two, but seven hundred seventy two French instruction episodes downloaded to my computer. So far... only 29 have downloaded.
Mon dieu, this could take a while.
Why is it...
That more people are on facebook at 2 o'clock on a Wednesday morning than I have seen on there all day long?
We're all insomniacs?
We're all insomniacs?
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