Huh?

06.27.06

Song of the Day: Sneaker Pimps - Small Town Witch

I'm coming out of my funk to WTF about something: Today, Trent mentions Season 3 of Laguna Beach. This adds to my ever-expanding list of questions about that show: What the hell is the point of it? Why are we treating these bratty kids like celebrities? Who is Kristen Cavallari and why do we care? Do we actually care? Who is watching this crap, and what is their IQ? And finally, there are three fucking seasons of this show?

My request for dancing penguins (see below) still stands.

04:53 PM [link]

Who said trust and patience were good things?

06.26.06

Song of the Day: Emiliana Torrini - To Be Free

I've been permanently shivering and freezing, no matter how many layers of clothes and blankets I pile on. I have a difficult time eating anything solid. I looked in the mirror yesterday and briefly wondered where my hips went. I've been sleeping over 12 hours each day. The only music I can listen to is really mellow trip-hop, and I've even been considering cracking out some Zero 7 crap. Yep, it all adds up, I'm really fucking depressed.

I need a puppy to cheer me up. Or maybe a frontal lobotomy.

So, my dear friends, I need you to send me things that make me happy. Suggestions for movies where people get blown up. Internet links to videos of dancing penguins. A rocket launcher that lets you enter very specific coordinates. Internet links to videos of dancing penguins blowing people up with rocket launchers. You get the idea.

03:54 PM [link]

Nothing At All

06.25.06

Song of the Day: Rob Dougan - Nothing At All

"Nothing at All" has replaced "One and the Same (coda)" as my favorite Rob Dougan song. I've listened to it about 50 times in a row tonight, and find it oddly comforting. I demand a new album sometime soon, and one that doesn't deviate from his orchestral music/gravelly voice formula. I hereby request that everyone download it and sing along (or at least check out the preview on iTunes).

Let the whole world fall away
And fall into my arms
Stay with me
I don't know how long we've got left
And so I'm asking you
To forgive me
I learn as I go
To float far away
Into silence
And just watch your face
And find some kind of grace
In that quiet bliss

Where will we go when we get old
When the bustle and the noise
Get too frightening
When each and every angry word
Is banished to the past
Thats when I think...
We'll learn as we go
To float far away
Into silence
And I'll watch your face
And read of patience and grace
In each line there

Will you walk into the grave with me
Will you leave this empty world
Soft and wistful
To sink into the dark, dank earth
And never reappear would be blissful
To float far away
Into eternal space
And God's silence
Where I'll watch your face
And find patience and grace
In each line there

Can I stay and say nothing at all
Work each day, all for nothing at all
The few words I say they mean nothing at all
Drift away into nothing at all
Find the grace to be nothing at all
Fade away and end up nothing at all
At all, at all, at all

03:12 AM [link]

Damn good cook

06.22.06

Song of the Day: Martina McBride - How Far

As I eat these damn good baked turkey chimichangas with chipotle peppers that I just whipped together, I find myself wondering why the hell I picked law school over culinary school. I certainly wasn't listening the day The Powers That Be whispered my true calling in my ear. I always wish I had someone to cook for; if anyone is insane enough to marry me, he's going eat like a king (or, more accurately, emperor).

My Creative Zen Vision M did in fact arrive yesterday, and it looks and sounds beautiful. I, unfortunately, did not have the brain a few years ago to rip my entire CD collection as MP3s (and no non-Apple MP3 player will play M4As), so now I'm in the long, slow process of re-ripping them. I had toyed with the idea of downloading a conversion program until I confirmed that converting the files would cause a decrease in sound quality, and a desire for better sound quality was one of the reasons I moved away from iPods.

The pain is finally gone from my sunburn, and I'm left with massive peeling. I've shed so much skin, it's occurred to me that I ought to be a parselmouth.

Yesterday, I bought myself a birthday present of fushia and orange sneakers and a watermelon pink hoodie from the Gap. The shoes are the Coolest Thing Ever.

02:51 PM [link]

06-21-06

06.21.06

Song of the Day: Juliet - Avalon

I'm OLD.

To celebrate my oldness, this beauty should be arriving on my doorstep today:

Is it beyond geeky that I'm doing cartwheels over the fact that it supports a drag-and-drop feature so I don't have to mess with any media players?

12:25 AM [link]

Vacation notes

06.19.06

Song of the Day: Dixie Chicks - Lullaby

Just spent the last 5 days at a house in the middle of a lake in Tennessee.

Very strange to be back in a house that doesn't rock back and forth in the waves now.

Went on a jet ski for the first time. Very awesome.

Have the second worst sunburn I've ever had in my life. Very not awesome.

(First-worst sunburn was courtesy of the Carribbean.)

Must now go attempt to wash my hair without disturbing the massively peeling skin on my shoulders.

12:40 PM [link]

Awesome

06.09.06

Song of the Day: Dixie Chicks - Not Ready to Make Nice

I got an A- in First Amendment. Hell yeah. It was only my most difficult class.

I also got a C in Professional Responsibility. It was the lamest class ever, filled with nothing but hypothetical questions about how one might behave in certain lawyerly situations. At only 2 credit hours, this C is nothing but mildly annoying.

10:52 PM [link]

The Dream of Scipio

06.07.06

Song of the Day: The Wreckers - Leave the Pieces

The book I just read lied to me. The back of it says:

"In The Dream of Scipio, the acclaimed author [Iain Pears] intertwines three intellectual mysteries, three love stories, and three of the darkest moments in human history. United by a classical text called 'The Dream of Scipio,' three men struggle to find refuge for their hearts and minds from the madness that surrounds them in the final days of the Roman Empire, in the grim years of the Black Death, and in the direst hours of World War II."

The snippet on the back cover from People magazine says:

"Braiding together parallel plots of romance and political intrigue set in Provence during three dark eras, The Dream of Scipio is a murder mystery on the grandest scale. Pears invests his complex story with piquancy, irony, and humor. There is much to ponder here, from Neoplatonic philosophy to anti-Semitism to public duty."

There isn't even ONE "intellectual mystery," much less three of them. There is plenty of murder, but no "murder mystery," especially not one "on the grandest scale." And there certainly isn't any humor. Despite the lies, it was an interesting read. I wouldn't exactly say it was an enjoyable book, since it's about as tragic as they come, but it was definitely an exercise for my brain. It was also flawlessly executed; even though it slid back and forth between three very different times in history, I never had any problem keeping each plot separate or remembering what had already occurred. I don't think I'd ever reread it, but I'm game enough to try the author's The Instance of the Fingerpost.

Is it wrong that I'm bothered my copy of Fingerpost has a huge crease right down the front cover? It honestly almost stopped me from buying it, but the $2 price tag won me over. It still makes me twitch when I look at it. Note to self: Must learn to be less anal about such things.

12:25 AM [link]