June 2006 Archives

"The Excellent People" this year.

-- my fortune cookie

Likes johnmayer.com better than her-own-eyes.org.

HERE ARE SOME FACTS ABOUT SWEDEN

Natural hazards:
ice floes in the surrounding waters, especially in the Gulf of Bothnia, can interfere with maritime traffic
- CIA World Factbook

Its citizens enjoy a high standard of living in a country that is generally perceived as clean, modern, and liberal.
- wikipedia

Hö. Ö. Hö-ö. Hö-ös mö? translates to Hay. Island. Hay Island. Hay Island's bride
- uncyclopedia

HERE ARE SOME FACTS ABOUT KLYRSTIN

Was half an hour late for work today. Slip was not amused.

Has library books due tomorrow. Will probably forget to return them.

Thinks Dugan is stingy with acetone. [OH SNAP!]

thanks to colin for being way nicer to me than i probably deserve.

<3

my socks, my feet, and the bottom half of my jeans were wet [moist] all day today.

today i opened a lot of envelopes and opening all those envelopes made me want to send some letters.

so you should e-mail me your address so i can send you a letter.

i found these shoes outside my house today, klerfy.

it is nice to see you again.

how have you been doing! why have you been hiding from me?

this is pretty much the funniest thing ever.

After like three pages, we get it, but don't worry, Wilson continues to win at things that aren't even competitions, like later in the book when Jack is eating a hotdog and Wilson comes up to him and goes "You call that a hot dog?" and then presents his footlong hot dog. I didn't make that up, that is a literal scene from the book.

...

Besides a series of stretches, the book gives a recipe for a flying dough that you ingest in order to be able to fly. The recipe contains yeast, which, the Flying Lessons book helpfully points out, rises. Literal thought process on the part of Jack: "Yeast does rise. Maybe this could work." Wow.

...

He flies up near the sun, which isn't, to the best of my science knowledge, close enough to the earth that you could fly near it and also still see your house down below, but then again I guess it's not possible to fly either so here we are.

oh, r.l. stine. what will you even think of next?

of songs i strongly associate with events/people.

and listened to it as i reread my blog from first semester.

oh, the memories.

instant pleasure - rufus wainwright
gasolina - daddy yankee
what's he building? - tom waits
girl - beck
the party's crashing us - of montreal
going to maine - the mountain goats
free radicals - the flaming lips
like a prayer - madonna
just a friend - biz markie
crazy (live) - gnarls barkley
cotton - the mountain goats
maneater - nelly furtado
sex and candy - marcy playground
i'm so excited - le tigre

if anyone who was there, namely the family, has any further suggestions, i would appreciate them.

kisses.

edit: b sides with help from lauren!

scotty doesn't know - lustra
bury me with it - modest mouse
hounds of love - the futureheads
colt 45 - afroman
golddigger - kanye west
rappuccino - the clap
james! - erin mckeown
lola - the kinks
naked drunk and horny - yellow note
grezy booty - tf willie
my my metrocard - le tigre
the vietnamese telephone ministry - the fiery furnaces

here are some movies i've been watching.

a lot like love
i really don't have
anything to say about
this subpar movie.
C

dr strangelove
sometimes i got bored
during this movie and stopped
paying attention.
B+

palindromes
i am glad that i
did not get pregnant when i
was thirteen years old.
A-

the glass bottom boat
doris day dresses
cutely, but this really was
not funny at all.
C

we don't live here anymore
i probably won't
cheat on my husband if we
have a couple kids.
B+

breakfast on pluto
irish accents are
cute but hard to understand.
and i heart teh ghey.
A

thumbsucker
oh keanu. what
is even wrong with your voice?
you're funny sometimes.
A-

and here are some books i've been reading.

so as i waited to board the train with a burmese bucket [kind of like a python but much weirder], i was chewing strawberry bubblicious [two pieces at the same time] that i'd bought from a street vendor and accidentally chomped down on my lip ring, knocking the little ball free.

the gamble about trains is that at the end of each car there are two sets of two seats that face each other. and as you're getting on the crowded train you can only see one set of the seats. and if they're empty, you and a friend might be tempted to sit there. but you'll have to make the move not knowing who could be sitting in the opposing seats.

so i sit there and start trying to figure out how to put the ball back in my lip ring, while taking in the rotund september-11-shirted man in the seat across from us. i think he might have also been wearing a baseball hat.

i was being really stupid about my lip ring. you'd think it wouldn't really be a difficult feat, but i had never done it before, my fingers are fat, the ball small, and the pressure of performing with an audience was great.

so i pull out my mirror and try to hold it in front of my face with one hand while using the other to fiddle with my lip. and team america across the way says, "YOU KNOW THAT'S WHAT WE DID TO PEOPLE IN ABU GHRAIB."

my mind boggled a little bit and i probably said something like, "oh?"

"BUT YOU'RE DOING IT TO YOURSELF."

"huh. ya, i guess so."

"AMNESTY INTERNATIONAL WILL BE ON YOUR CASE." [meant to be humorous]

i probably didn't even say anything. maybe just made eye contact and acknowledged that he was talking at me.

"GOD BLESS YA."

"oh thanks." [actually i probably just smiled]

and then we hotfooted it out of there at our next opportunity.

[and i did, with lin holding my mirror up and in the safety of another seat, fix my body piercing malfunction]

what have i even been doing? i bet you are wondering.

well see this girl with the striped headband? that's basically where i was for the philly show. inches away from mike doughty's cute shoes.

yo.

sometimes i wish you were president of the united states of america.

sometimes there were points in the middle of your movie that almost made me become an ascetic. like, why am i wasting energy leading my frivolous life when antarctica is melting?

sometimes i worry i won't even have a future because the carbon dioxide levels in the atmosphere will Seriously. Fuck Up. the Earth.

sometimes i feel very bad for polar bears. especially when you show a clip of a CG polar bear trying to get onto an ice floe that just sinks into the water.

sometimes america makes me very sad. like our shitty emissions standards. our refusal to ratify the kyoto treaty. our general fat selfish greedy wastefulness.

but sometimes your movie ends on such a positive proactive note that i feel a little better about the future of the world.

thanks for rescuing the frog.

love,
kate

ps: your powerbook is sexy.

sisters own jeans that come with pink sequin-y belts that they'll never wear, because they're in that refuse-to-wear-pink stage. [yes, even i once naïvely bought into that intellect-femininity dichotomy*.]

said belts can thus be claimed for one's own wardrobe. and is there anything better than sequins? [case in point: klerf's belt that's been adopted by bambi.]

* i.e., girly girls are ditzy. i don't wear pink to show that i'm not stupid/shallow.

sisters also are much more supportive of my creative undertakings. while brothers offer scorn and jokes about violence against dead horses, sisters cheerfully photograph bucket models. and balance buckets on their own heads.

i am freezing.

and i still can't figure out to get another blanket or wear socks or something.

active antiusefulness really.

he walks into my room and in one swift move snatches a wad of dollars and receipts from my bed and smoothly tosses it into the crack between my bed and the wall.

uhh, thanks?

&more. . .

brother: BLOG ABOUT HOW I BURNED YOU.
me: burned me?
brother: [after i walked into your room, with a sandwich, carelessly sloshing a glass of milk around, to stand in the middle of your room and eat], you said, "this is not an eatery." and i said, "that's funny. you should do stand-up."

. . .

brother: do you think ground pokemon evolved from rock pokemon or rock pokemon evolved from ground pokemon?
me: stares at him in silence.
brother: which do you think came first on the evolutionary tree?

so yeah. abington is great.

work is easy, if sometimes tedious. if you are ever hand addressing a million gajillion postcards, try adding a lot of flourishes. it makes it more exciting.

um, i still love allison berry.

and lin gyi rides the train with me. :D

what else is there.

i have a crush on miriam.

unfortunately i think i really have nothing else to say. because really all i do is work. and sleep.

sometimes eat.

but it'll make me feel better to say it again.

i don't get

1. why bush thinks other people getting married is any of his business.

2. why he thinks it's important enough to change tha CONSTITUTION of the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA about it.

3. why he thinks it's a more urgent issue than everything the fuck else that is wrong with the world slash our country. like hungry, poor, diseased people. and children. CHILDREN DYING. isn't that the kind of thing he pretends to care about?

ugh. how do people get away with this shit.

[Pre-World War II] pink was to be worn by boys because it was a "stronger" color, and girls were to be "dainty and delicate" in blue.

love,
Marjorie Garber [Vested Interests: Cross-Dressing and Cultural Anxiety]

pink: the highest or best degree

love,
the dictionary

Pink symbolizes joy and happiness.

love,
Catholicism

and, appropriately, it is raining like one badass motherfucker right now.

i've been living the glamorous life of a research assistant.

which thusfar has involved me hand-addressing about a gajillion envelopes. and then stuffing them with letters on which i forged signatures. it is fun fun fun.

no actually i don't even mind it. because it is pretty chill & i listen to some sweet tunes on my ipod.

so even though i am home and have home friends as opposed to college friends, it is pretty much the same. because awkwardness is kind of universal.

and sometimes we sit like two feet in front of a kid we went to high school with and smoke cigs and laugh at his phone conversations.