Yesterday, Amanda, Adele and I spent the day together in our state capital. Richmond. What can I say? I'm in love.
Adele and I drove up to Richmond in the morning to meet up with some folks for brunch. Amanda and Atlanta were already in RVA because the night before they had gone to see The Glitch Mob at The Hat Factory with CVT (jealous!).
We ate at Kuba Kuba. I thought this totally appropriate since just the day before I had given a 30 minute presentation on the country. If you're ever in Richmond and craving something delicious I would suggest going there. Eclectic, cozy, a decent selection of veggie options (I got the California Huevos with avacado) and tasty cornbread. Oops, almost forgot- mugs and t-shirts too!
Post-brunch I was super sluggish and desperately craving a siesta but Richmond doesn't wait. Had to soldier on. Shopped for a bit. Hit up some cute vintage and consignment shops- Exile, Rumors, Bang-On, and Plan 9 just to name a few....
Worn out. So much walking. Hit up Kuba Kuba again for three single shot espressos, tres leches and nutilla. The tres leches was a let down, pretty much just a vanilla cake, but the nutilla was good- imagine a Cuban creme brulee.
With our sweet teeth satisfied we made the ten minute drive out to see Aaron and Gillian at their house where I learned about the new fifth sense of taste, umami and was introduced to this youTube treasure:
Drove back to Norfolk just in time to watch The Messenger at the Naro. Listened to the Blakroc CD I picked up at Plan 9 earlier in the day and a Tupperware mix on the way back. Splendid way to decompress from a delightful day.
I want more of this.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
Beauty
A few years back in Tempe, Arizona artists were commissioned by local officials to create temporary works of art at different bus stops in the city. One artist in particular, Joel Sherman, took excerpts from Thomas Meyer's translation of the Tao Te Ching and stenciled them in mud onto a couple city transit shelters. The results were wonderful. The text deals with many principles, including temporality, force, flexibility and resistance- issues that are relevant to the nation at large and specifically to the people of Tempe. See it here.
In saying this I wonder why more cities don't try to create beauty in the mundane. We are vibrant, eclectic individuals- why shouldn't our surroundings reflect this?
"Cities have the capability of providing something for everybody, only because, and only when, they are created by everybody."
-Jane Jacobs
In saying this I wonder why more cities don't try to create beauty in the mundane. We are vibrant, eclectic individuals- why shouldn't our surroundings reflect this?
"Cities have the capability of providing something for everybody, only because, and only when, they are created by everybody."
-Jane Jacobs
Friday, November 27, 2009
Another One Bites The Dust
Since I was three years old it has been our family tradition to chop down a tree the day after Thanksgiving. Whether or not we actually put up the Christmas tree that year is a different story. Yes, there have been years when that sad little tree just stayed in the back yard waiting to be bedazzled with lights and ornaments. I think the fact that we typically leave the Christmas tree up till mid March makes up for it, if only slightly.
So for the past fifteen years we've been making the trek out to Suffolk to a family tree farm called Ehrenzeller's, a cabin straight out of Little House on the Prairie sitting on a couple acres of land filled with trees. Despite the long sighs, moans, and groans from the girls in the family we always seem to have a good time with each other and there are countless memories I have stored away from this particular family tradition of ours.
We roll up to Ehrenzeller's but there was no trailer where the tree boys dole out handsaws, no sign out front advertising the trees, it was empty. After calling 411 we found out that they had gone out of business. Sadly, we made the drive back to Norfolk treeless. Sad that it was an end of an era for our tree chopping expeditions. But equally, if not more so, sad that there was another independent business that had to close. Come on people, support local businesses! It really makes a lot of difference when you do and, honestly, you feel a lot better about your consumerism when you support local.
I guess the new family tradition is a midnight run to Ehrenzeller's (where there are still trees, just no business) with our own personal handsaw and tweed to tie it to the car. Leaving the traditional fee of $27.50 check in their mailbox of course.
So for the past fifteen years we've been making the trek out to Suffolk to a family tree farm called Ehrenzeller's, a cabin straight out of Little House on the Prairie sitting on a couple acres of land filled with trees. Despite the long sighs, moans, and groans from the girls in the family we always seem to have a good time with each other and there are countless memories I have stored away from this particular family tradition of ours.
We roll up to Ehrenzeller's but there was no trailer where the tree boys dole out handsaws, no sign out front advertising the trees, it was empty. After calling 411 we found out that they had gone out of business. Sadly, we made the drive back to Norfolk treeless. Sad that it was an end of an era for our tree chopping expeditions. But equally, if not more so, sad that there was another independent business that had to close. Come on people, support local businesses! It really makes a lot of difference when you do and, honestly, you feel a lot better about your consumerism when you support local.
I guess the new family tradition is a midnight run to Ehrenzeller's (where there are still trees, just no business) with our own personal handsaw and tweed to tie it to the car. Leaving the traditional fee of $27.50 check in their mailbox of course.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
N & G
"He would have liked to say no, to run back and go to bed. He felt tired and weak; his head had ached all afternoon. But he felt slightly embarrassed in front of Adolf. And who could tell: perhaps there would be something new, something beautiful outside the cloister, something that might make one forget headaches and listlessness and all kinds of pain. It was an excursion into the world- although secret and forbidden, nothing to feel proud of. Still, perhaps it would bring release, be an experience. He stood undecided while Adolf continued to talk; suddenly he laughed and said yes."
..as if I need more reasons to get out of Norfolk.
Eye of a Needle
Yesterday the family went out for a lunch that was supposed to be more awkward than stepping out of some dude's car with your stockings off just to have the abstinence talk with your folks.
In all honesty, it wasn't that bad.
My dad invited Some Dude to lunch. Amanda and I met Some Dude during last week's coffee hour at church. Last week Some Dude had thought it totally appropriate to hit on Amanda upon meeting and then ask her out after five minutes of bland conversation.
Anyways, so Cogans with the family and Some Dude. Undoubtedly he probably assumed we were the atypical gun-slinging, marry your daughters off, Bush bumper sticker, Bible thumping Baptists. Which is probably why he is seemed so shocked when I said that I personally thought Obamacare (as he called it) was a good idea. In fact, if we could be more like the Frenchies I think the good ol' US of A would be a better functioning country as a whole.
To which he rebutted,
I don't know why it's this one issue that irks me so much. Maybe it's because everyone is so greedy with their money. Maybe it's because they can't seem to see outside their little cardboard box of a life that maybe (just maybe) this plan would work. I mean why should I expect someone who goes to church to believe that worldly possessions aren't important. I mean the whole rich man, camel, eye of a needle thing? Yea right! Who reads that anyways?? Let's focus on living our lives as we would and then get a "holier than thou" attitude just because we can sit still in nice clothes for one hour a week.
I say all that because some guy came into work last night with a tumor the size of a baseball on his neck. Homeless and hungry. Weak because his body is slowly killing itself. This guy didn't come in to ask for money or free popcorn but just because he needed someone to vent to. I offered up Ghent United Ministries and the Union Mission but apparently if you don't get your shit together within a certain time then you're out on the street again. Awesome system.
This guy, who calls himself Ol Big Pops, can't get adequate health care. Why? It's expensive and he can't pay for it. He can't pay for it because he doesn't have a job. He can't get a job because he's too weak from the cancer. Vicious cycle. Of course it doesn't have to be like that. We could follow the example of other revolutionary countries and offer free healthcare. Or we could just hold onto our money and watch as the sick get sicker, all the while saying "Well, what do you expect me to do about it?"
In all honesty, it wasn't that bad.
My dad invited Some Dude to lunch. Amanda and I met Some Dude during last week's coffee hour at church. Last week Some Dude had thought it totally appropriate to hit on Amanda upon meeting and then ask her out after five minutes of bland conversation.
Anyways, so Cogans with the family and Some Dude. Undoubtedly he probably assumed we were the atypical gun-slinging, marry your daughters off, Bush bumper sticker, Bible thumping Baptists. Which is probably why he is seemed so shocked when I said that I personally thought Obamacare (as he called it) was a good idea. In fact, if we could be more like the Frenchies I think the good ol' US of A would be a better functioning country as a whole.
To which he rebutted,
"You'll see! When you get a job you're not gonna want half your paycheck going to the man!"
I don't know why it's this one issue that irks me so much. Maybe it's because everyone is so greedy with their money. Maybe it's because they can't seem to see outside their little cardboard box of a life that maybe (just maybe) this plan would work. I mean why should I expect someone who goes to church to believe that worldly possessions aren't important. I mean the whole rich man, camel, eye of a needle thing? Yea right! Who reads that anyways?? Let's focus on living our lives as we would and then get a "holier than thou" attitude just because we can sit still in nice clothes for one hour a week.
I say all that because some guy came into work last night with a tumor the size of a baseball on his neck. Homeless and hungry. Weak because his body is slowly killing itself. This guy didn't come in to ask for money or free popcorn but just because he needed someone to vent to. I offered up Ghent United Ministries and the Union Mission but apparently if you don't get your shit together within a certain time then you're out on the street again. Awesome system.
This guy, who calls himself Ol Big Pops, can't get adequate health care. Why? It's expensive and he can't pay for it. He can't pay for it because he doesn't have a job. He can't get a job because he's too weak from the cancer. Vicious cycle. Of course it doesn't have to be like that. We could follow the example of other revolutionary countries and offer free healthcare. Or we could just hold onto our money and watch as the sick get sicker, all the while saying "Well, what do you expect me to do about it?"
Porphyrophobia
"And I know I'm not that great
And there are things about you that I hate
And I know that I'm annoying too
But mostly when I think of you
I feel like I am someone who is irritating, people-hating
Just another drunken lover even if I'm not
Your hair is multicoloured and your eyes are all bloodshot
And I wish that I was special just like you
But I'm not, but I'm not."
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Check That Box!
Organ donation- why doesn't everyone do it? It's simple, (relatively) pain free and guess what? You can't take your old body into the next life. Besides, why would you want to? It failed you pretty miserably if you're DEAD!
Tonight I watched a documentary on PBS following Rogue Wave's drummer Patrick Spurgeon. He was born with just one kidney which started to fail him during his junior year of high school. He received a kidney transplant during this time but, unfortunately, this kidney fails him and at the age of 41 his dreams of touring with Rogue Wave are starting to fade fast as the very real possibility of staying put and living on dialysis becomes more and more likely. Luckily, a match is made in the ta da! nick of time and Patrick Spurgeon is able to continue his life as usual.
The irony? The kidney donor died the day he got his driver's license- he checked yes where it asks the seemingly simple question, Organ Donor? If he hadn't where would Patrick Spurgeon be? To all that say no, hold on to that body that isn't doing you any good, what happens to all those people who could make good use of your otherwise useless body?
Interested? Maybe you could be in some kick-ass drummer's body!
You can donate your eyes, too.
Tonight I watched a documentary on PBS following Rogue Wave's drummer Patrick Spurgeon. He was born with just one kidney which started to fail him during his junior year of high school. He received a kidney transplant during this time but, unfortunately, this kidney fails him and at the age of 41 his dreams of touring with Rogue Wave are starting to fade fast as the very real possibility of staying put and living on dialysis becomes more and more likely. Luckily, a match is made in the ta da! nick of time and Patrick Spurgeon is able to continue his life as usual.
The irony? The kidney donor died the day he got his driver's license- he checked yes where it asks the seemingly simple question, Organ Donor? If he hadn't where would Patrick Spurgeon be? To all that say no, hold on to that body that isn't doing you any good, what happens to all those people who could make good use of your otherwise useless body?
Interested? Maybe you could be in some kick-ass drummer's body!
You can donate your eyes, too.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Santacon
This December Maddie and I are traveling up to NYC. The main purpose of the trip is for her to see her boo and for me to make Julian Dorio my boo. It's pretty simple actually.
Lucky for us Santarchy will be held in NYC during our visit. The mission: Santa Claus, modified. Loads of New Yorkers will be dressing up like Santa Claus and romping about the city. Delightful! One can dress up as:
"a Santasaurus, Candy-cane, a Reindeer, a Chanukah Chicken, a goddamn latke, Stewardess Santa, Knight Rider Santa, Crusty Peace Punk Santa, the occasional Legless Reindeer, Chanukah Squirrel, Emo-Elf, or the Santichrist."
Let the imagination take over and let Santa Claus pervade. I think the take Brandon, Madeline, and I will have on Santa Claus is his polygamist side. Santa Claus and his two Missus.
Let the fun begin.
Lucky for us Santarchy will be held in NYC during our visit. The mission: Santa Claus, modified. Loads of New Yorkers will be dressing up like Santa Claus and romping about the city. Delightful! One can dress up as:
"a Santasaurus, Candy-cane, a Reindeer, a Chanukah Chicken, a goddamn latke, Stewardess Santa, Knight Rider Santa, Crusty Peace Punk Santa, the occasional Legless Reindeer, Chanukah Squirrel, Emo-Elf, or the Santichrist."
Let the imagination take over and let Santa Claus pervade. I think the take Brandon, Madeline, and I will have on Santa Claus is his polygamist side. Santa Claus and his two Missus.
Let the fun begin.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Life with Deer
There's just something so right about having to pass twenty deer just to make it to somewhere you can lay your head for the night.
I'm just saying.
This week has been a clusterfuck of emotions. Honestly. I let some things fester, the shit hit the fan and the result was the temper tantrum of a two year old that arrived about sixteen years late. Fear not, positive things have come about. Growth and change. Positive modifications in life and mood.
Needing an escape from life in Norfolk for a few days I naturally invited myself over to Madeline's lovely home at Sweet Briar. So, on four hours of sleep I drove the four hours to visit her. By chance a friend had recently given me a mix consisting mainly of Shins songs and I found myself listening to "Australia" repeatedly on the drive up. Beautiful song; poignant and cutting.
"We come in doing cartwheels,
We all crawl out by ourselves."
We are given a limited amount of time to enjoy ourselves in this life, don't waste that time on foolish matters. So often I focus on the nitty gritty aspects of life that I just end up making myself miserable. Who wants that?
This change is good. Perfect weather to start it out with. Four hours of driving with the windows down and the tunes up. Much needed time with my sister and lots of giggles with her (and my new) amazing friends. Corny movies and junk food. I could get used to this.
I'm just saying.
This week has been a clusterfuck of emotions. Honestly. I let some things fester, the shit hit the fan and the result was the temper tantrum of a two year old that arrived about sixteen years late. Fear not, positive things have come about. Growth and change. Positive modifications in life and mood.
Needing an escape from life in Norfolk for a few days I naturally invited myself over to Madeline's lovely home at Sweet Briar. So, on four hours of sleep I drove the four hours to visit her. By chance a friend had recently given me a mix consisting mainly of Shins songs and I found myself listening to "Australia" repeatedly on the drive up. Beautiful song; poignant and cutting.
"We come in doing cartwheels,
We all crawl out by ourselves."
We are given a limited amount of time to enjoy ourselves in this life, don't waste that time on foolish matters. So often I focus on the nitty gritty aspects of life that I just end up making myself miserable. Who wants that?
This change is good. Perfect weather to start it out with. Four hours of driving with the windows down and the tunes up. Much needed time with my sister and lots of giggles with her (and my new) amazing friends. Corny movies and junk food. I could get used to this.
Monday, July 6, 2009
From Here To Eternity
Sometimes life is like one big "WTF?!"
A woman died at the Naro tonight.
First wtf?!
The movie stops, lights come on. Three minutes left in the movie. Paramedics take the woman and move out. What does Thom do? Call Larry and start the movie on up again. Really? Really?!! Come on people! I don't care if I sound old fashioned but is nothing sacred anymore? It's a freaking movie. Have some respect and just go home.
Second wtf?!
Overheard the police talking to the people she came with. They didn't even know her sons names or even the most basic information about her. How does this happen? You get old and people just don't care. Everyone becomes so separated and all connections are lost.
Third and final wtf?!
Finally got out of there. Hopped into my car and turned on the tunes. First lyrics that play? "My heart is beating like a jungle drum." The woman died of cardiac arrest.
Just another day in the life.
A woman died at the Naro tonight.
First wtf?!
The movie stops, lights come on. Three minutes left in the movie. Paramedics take the woman and move out. What does Thom do? Call Larry and start the movie on up again. Really? Really?!! Come on people! I don't care if I sound old fashioned but is nothing sacred anymore? It's a freaking movie. Have some respect and just go home.
Second wtf?!
Overheard the police talking to the people she came with. They didn't even know her sons names or even the most basic information about her. How does this happen? You get old and people just don't care. Everyone becomes so separated and all connections are lost.
Third and final wtf?!
Finally got out of there. Hopped into my car and turned on the tunes. First lyrics that play? "My heart is beating like a jungle drum." The woman died of cardiac arrest.
Just another day in the life.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Prince Books
Lately I've been going on a book buying binge. If reading wasn't such a widely acclaimed and universally accepted "good hobby" I would say that my purchases have gotten a little out of control. I'm a possessive DOB so the library system doesn't suit me very well. I just have to have it (the one trait I got from my mother was the ability to hoard trinkets like nobody's business).
Anyways, I accompanied Maddie to the mall the other day and bought the book Suburban Nation. Which on second thought was completely hypocritical. I love to profess to my family how buying local is the way to go and Walmart is the devil- both undeniable truths- but here I am egging it on by buying from one of the largest book corporations in the U.S. of A.
The solution? Prince Books. Made the trek over there today (for the first time in way, way, way too long) to find a chapter book that I could read to the girls during my days with them. PB was wonderful. There was just enough selection to quench all my literary desires but not so many books that I didn't know where to begin. Plus, there was a neat little cafe connected to the store- a perfect little place to hang out for a while and delve into a book.
What did I find? A books of short stories by the incredibly talented Shaun Tan entitled Tales From Outer Suburbia. It is so beautifully illustrated and has such quaint stories. I bought it selfishly, for it isn't really a children's book but it was in the picture book section so I figured it was good enough. So far I'm two stories into the book... and it's marvelous. What else is to be expected?
p.s.- if you're ever in the mood for a place that smells like old books (one of my favorite smells) be sure to check out Beacon Books of Ghent. It's a personal fave.
Anyways, I accompanied Maddie to the mall the other day and bought the book Suburban Nation. Which on second thought was completely hypocritical. I love to profess to my family how buying local is the way to go and Walmart is the devil- both undeniable truths- but here I am egging it on by buying from one of the largest book corporations in the U.S. of A.
The solution? Prince Books. Made the trek over there today (for the first time in way, way, way too long) to find a chapter book that I could read to the girls during my days with them. PB was wonderful. There was just enough selection to quench all my literary desires but not so many books that I didn't know where to begin. Plus, there was a neat little cafe connected to the store- a perfect little place to hang out for a while and delve into a book.
What did I find? A books of short stories by the incredibly talented Shaun Tan entitled Tales From Outer Suburbia. It is so beautifully illustrated and has such quaint stories. I bought it selfishly, for it isn't really a children's book but it was in the picture book section so I figured it was good enough. So far I'm two stories into the book... and it's marvelous. What else is to be expected?
p.s.- if you're ever in the mood for a place that smells like old books (one of my favorite smells) be sure to check out Beacon Books of Ghent. It's a personal fave.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Happiest of Happies
One of my favorite ladies, one of my coolest sisters, my Punkin is turning 2-4. Hey Girl Hey! It's celebration time :)
Monday, May 25, 2009
Weekend with Maddie
What an amazing weekend with my lady... and it's not even over. Tits and kittens!
Although I'm super sad I missed Scott's rockin' 80's show I'm totally glad I went on this road trip.
Saturday:
After a hearty Green Onion brunch with some of the fine Naro ladies, Maddie and I headed to the Briar to watch kids. Okay, okay... I'll admit that most of the time watching kids is not my most favorite activity but these two little ladies were incredibly cute and were fast asleep by 7:30. Double score! Let me back up- Madeline and I also went for a bike ride through Sweet Briar and did a little hiking action prior to the sitting. Later I found not one, but TWO ticks on me. Safe to say I had the creepy crawlies all weekend. Ew. Still do a little. The rest of the night was spent catching up, learning to crochet (cool! and totally not just for your grandma), listening to Chip Radio, and seeing a couple episodes of Undeclared. Oh, and watching a drunk SBC hubby, aka Pink Lightning, bike through the halls (and pretty much everywhere else on campus) on the Sweet Pink cruisers.
Sunday:
Shipped out to C-Ville. Grabbed a couple bagels at Bodos. Guess who was sitting right outside of the bagel shop? Samuel Beam. I nearly flipped my lid- but I kept it cool. Went to the outdoor mall to check out this one pawn shop for cameras. But, alas, it was closed on Sundays. No worries, got some really cool books, a BA bracelet, and a new skirt. Sidenote: I loved how dog-friendly it was up there. Really made me miss having a dog around.
Spent the rest of the cloudy afternoon underneath a tree on the Grounds of UVa taking a little pre-concert snooze. (This was a highlight of my trip due to my love of sleep) Mads and I got a slice of pizza from Mellow and guess who I saw, AGAIN? Sam Beam. I guess all I have to do is eat somewhere in Charlottesville and he will appear.
Pinnacle of the trip. Bonnie Prince Billy. (Oh yea, got to the venue a little early so M and I took a walk around the neighborhood... found a tick crawling on me post walk. Bugs love me!) BPB played for over two hours. Will Oldham is so fun to watch. He's really animated and passionate, the time flew by. Until I realized it was midnight and had been standing for five hours. If you ever get the chance to see a band you really love at Fry's Spring Beach Club I highly reccomend it. There was no barrier between the crowd and the stage, it was super personal. It also looked like it was stuck in the mid fifties with the seafoam green couches lined up against the wall and using Christmas lights and sparkly stars as decoration. Too cute!
Drove home, I'm beat. Time to sleep.
Monday: Alien Trespass, can't wait!
PS- pictures to come as soon as I create another Flickr. My forgetfulness allowed me to forget how to login to my first Flickr account. Whoops.
Although I'm super sad I missed Scott's rockin' 80's show I'm totally glad I went on this road trip.
Saturday:
After a hearty Green Onion brunch with some of the fine Naro ladies, Maddie and I headed to the Briar to watch kids. Okay, okay... I'll admit that most of the time watching kids is not my most favorite activity but these two little ladies were incredibly cute and were fast asleep by 7:30. Double score! Let me back up- Madeline and I also went for a bike ride through Sweet Briar and did a little hiking action prior to the sitting. Later I found not one, but TWO ticks on me. Safe to say I had the creepy crawlies all weekend. Ew. Still do a little. The rest of the night was spent catching up, learning to crochet (cool! and totally not just for your grandma), listening to Chip Radio, and seeing a couple episodes of Undeclared. Oh, and watching a drunk SBC hubby, aka Pink Lightning, bike through the halls (and pretty much everywhere else on campus) on the Sweet Pink cruisers.
Sunday:
Shipped out to C-Ville. Grabbed a couple bagels at Bodos. Guess who was sitting right outside of the bagel shop? Samuel Beam. I nearly flipped my lid- but I kept it cool. Went to the outdoor mall to check out this one pawn shop for cameras. But, alas, it was closed on Sundays. No worries, got some really cool books, a BA bracelet, and a new skirt. Sidenote: I loved how dog-friendly it was up there. Really made me miss having a dog around.
Spent the rest of the cloudy afternoon underneath a tree on the Grounds of UVa taking a little pre-concert snooze. (This was a highlight of my trip due to my love of sleep) Mads and I got a slice of pizza from Mellow and guess who I saw, AGAIN? Sam Beam. I guess all I have to do is eat somewhere in Charlottesville and he will appear.
Pinnacle of the trip. Bonnie Prince Billy. (Oh yea, got to the venue a little early so M and I took a walk around the neighborhood... found a tick crawling on me post walk. Bugs love me!) BPB played for over two hours. Will Oldham is so fun to watch. He's really animated and passionate, the time flew by. Until I realized it was midnight and had been standing for five hours. If you ever get the chance to see a band you really love at Fry's Spring Beach Club I highly reccomend it. There was no barrier between the crowd and the stage, it was super personal. It also looked like it was stuck in the mid fifties with the seafoam green couches lined up against the wall and using Christmas lights and sparkly stars as decoration. Too cute!
Drove home, I'm beat. Time to sleep.
Monday: Alien Trespass, can't wait!
PS- pictures to come as soon as I create another Flickr. My forgetfulness allowed me to forget how to login to my first Flickr account. Whoops.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Henna
What a pain in the patootie. Yes, yes, yes- it makes for beautiful body art.... but that's about it. Trying to use it as an eco-friendly alternative to hair dye is a completely different story. It looks like a put a mud pie in my hair, killed someone in my shower that had brown blood, and I smell like pea soup.
Biking instead of driving, that I can do. Bringing a reusable back to the grocery store, check! But henna versus Loreal Perfect Ten? Think I'll be going back to blonde in a matter of months.
Biking instead of driving, that I can do. Bringing a reusable back to the grocery store, check! But henna versus Loreal Perfect Ten? Think I'll be going back to blonde in a matter of months.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Man from Plains
My parents recently got home from a roadtrip with some friends to Atlanta, GA. Every year the Carter Center participates in an open house. People can come meet Jimmy Carter and hear about all the amazing things the Carter Center is involved in. My parents met Jimmy Carter and my mom even square danced with him- how cool!! They do some truly amazing things at the Carter Center. It makes me wonder why such an innovative person, a guy who won the frickin' Nobel Peace Prize, couldn't get reelected. Stupid Politics.
Anyways, my mom was telling me that at the end of the night restaurants in Atlanta will bag up all of their non-meat food items and send them off to (basically) a large compost pile at the city limits. Additionally, the school buses in Atlanta run on biofuel. Can Norfolk please jump on this bandwagon?
Reppin' the Drrty South well. Happy mothaluvin Earth Day.
Anyways, my mom was telling me that at the end of the night restaurants in Atlanta will bag up all of their non-meat food items and send them off to (basically) a large compost pile at the city limits. Additionally, the school buses in Atlanta run on biofuel. Can Norfolk please jump on this bandwagon?
Reppin' the Drrty South well. Happy mothaluvin Earth Day.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Why So Angry?
Gmail reads my mail. This is creepy enough. But then it has the nerve to tell me I have anger issues? Check out the link it wants me to visit.
Apparently I am sending out some pretty negative e-mails.
Apparently I am sending out some pretty negative e-mails.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Super Delicious
T-Mobile version of Amanda- the little girl with glasses. Anyone else agree with David on the similarity?
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
The Best Of Both Worlds
Now my love for both indie bands and hip hop have a place to come together and hang out. What a lovely idea.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
My Life Sucks
...but I don't give a fuck.
Sometimes it feels like this. All the f'ing time.
#97434 sounds like something I would do.
#91993- Amanda, didn't this happen to you? No offense, we all know you have a rockin' bod.
#69443- oh snap!
I'm friggin obsessed. Thanks, Maddie.
Sometimes it feels like this. All the f'ing time.
#97434 sounds like something I would do.
#91993- Amanda, didn't this happen to you? No offense, we all know you have a rockin' bod.
#69443- oh snap!
I'm friggin obsessed. Thanks, Maddie.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
Only in New Orleans
"Politics can't be any dirtier of a job than the one I am already in."
-Stormy Daniels
porn star and possible candidate for a Senate seat in 2010.
-Stormy Daniels
porn star and possible candidate for a Senate seat in 2010.
And the winner is...
I bet the guys of Creaky Boards are pretty pissed right now. Last night Coldplay took home a Grammy for song of the year with their song Viva la Vida. Good for them. But the song's melody sounds a whole lot like this one, a song by the Creaky Boards made before Viva la Vida AND seen by Coldplay frontman Chris Martin at the New York CMJ music festival in 2007. Hmmm... tricky tricky.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Blah, blah, blah
Again, a post dedicated to Madeline. If you are someone other than Madeline and you read this I will punch you in the face. Or you will want to punch yourself in the face after reading this because you wasted two minutes, twenty-nine seconds of your life reading this utterly boring, meaningless post.
Here Goes:
Get into work last night and Beth comes up to me and says "Hey, so word on the street is you got really drunk at the Still party." Psh! I immediately had to correct her. "No, no, no. I got really drunk at the Little Bar Bistro party!". The subtle difference made ALL the difference. What do you expect though? I don't drink and the first thing we do upon arrival is take a big Tequila shot. Something's bound to happen.
Was it worth it?
Oh man. Umm, yes. I got a cute gay boy's phone number and came to the realization that Ben Halley has to be the funniest person that I know. Such stellar quotes as... "Amanda, did you park all the way in Africa?!", "Hey, so help me write this song. I was getting off a plane and there was the bitch in front of me, and I was like 'Move bitch, get out the way.'", and "Whew, I haven't smoked pot all day. I think I'm going into shock." OK, so maybe you had to be there to realize the true hilarity- but really, he's a crack-up.
Got out of work ridiculous early last night. Home by ten, unheard of! Amanda and I went to Taphouse to hang out with Erik and Megan. Apparently The Muse sent out a memo to all its teachers to come to Taphouse last night because there was a crazy amount of them there. Robot Ham kept staring at me and gave me the weird flirty smile. AKWARD! And I couldn't even tell the one person I wanted to tell the most. Eff!
Whatever. Topped off my night by spending a couple hours at the first legitimate college party of my college career. Fun. Minus the part where I had to convince some drunk boy that I was not the love of his life and we were not going to be boyfriend/girlfriend. Stupid boy.... stupid boy. But Cute-as-a-Button Tyler was there and that made all the difference.
I am going to make up for the last week of not doing ANYTHING by being uber-productive today. Wish me luck!
Here Goes:
Get into work last night and Beth comes up to me and says "Hey, so word on the street is you got really drunk at the Still party." Psh! I immediately had to correct her. "No, no, no. I got really drunk at the Little Bar Bistro party!". The subtle difference made ALL the difference. What do you expect though? I don't drink and the first thing we do upon arrival is take a big Tequila shot. Something's bound to happen.
Was it worth it?
Oh man. Umm, yes. I got a cute gay boy's phone number and came to the realization that Ben Halley has to be the funniest person that I know. Such stellar quotes as... "Amanda, did you park all the way in Africa?!", "Hey, so help me write this song. I was getting off a plane and there was the bitch in front of me, and I was like 'Move bitch, get out the way.'", and "Whew, I haven't smoked pot all day. I think I'm going into shock." OK, so maybe you had to be there to realize the true hilarity- but really, he's a crack-up.
Got out of work ridiculous early last night. Home by ten, unheard of! Amanda and I went to Taphouse to hang out with Erik and Megan. Apparently The Muse sent out a memo to all its teachers to come to Taphouse last night because there was a crazy amount of them there. Robot Ham kept staring at me and gave me the weird flirty smile. AKWARD! And I couldn't even tell the one person I wanted to tell the most. Eff!
Whatever. Topped off my night by spending a couple hours at the first legitimate college party of my college career. Fun. Minus the part where I had to convince some drunk boy that I was not the love of his life and we were not going to be boyfriend/girlfriend. Stupid boy.... stupid boy. But Cute-as-a-Button Tyler was there and that made all the difference.
I am going to make up for the last week of not doing ANYTHING by being uber-productive today. Wish me luck!
Thursday, January 22, 2009
To Madeline
Goodbye Sweetheart.
I'll miss you. I'll miss your laugh. I'll miss how you are the only one that gets my jokes. I'll miss my walking buddy. I'll miss having someone to get hot chocolate with. I'll miss your randomness. Did you get the flashlight and disco ball before you left?
You're a cutie. The end of the semester can't come soon enough.
I Love You.
Amanda and I don't know what to do without you. I'm already wiping away her tears.
I'll miss you. I'll miss your laugh. I'll miss how you are the only one that gets my jokes. I'll miss my walking buddy. I'll miss having someone to get hot chocolate with. I'll miss your randomness. Did you get the flashlight and disco ball before you left?
You're a cutie. The end of the semester can't come soon enough.
I Love You.
Amanda and I don't know what to do without you. I'm already wiping away her tears.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Princess Anne Cemetery
I love hanging out with dead people. They make great friends.
Went through four sets of batteries. I think something's wrong with my camera.
Went through four sets of batteries. I think something's wrong with my camera.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Tribute to Susan
Last night Amanda and I commenced our relationship Wave style. What relationship you ask? The other day my optomotrest (by the way, weirdest word EVER to spell) called her my girlfriend. So it is written, so it shall be done. Wait... pretend she was a blind optomotrest and had to write down everything she wanted to communicate to us. Is that possible? A blind optomotrest? ANYWAY...
What a week it's been. Just one of those weeks. What way to make it all better? Get dressed up and dance the night away to 80's music at a gay bar. Where else can you be so ridiculous and not have a care in the world? The Wave! It kind of goes without saying.
Things learned or simply re-introduced to me:
Thriller is the longest song ever. Mr. Vain can be played on repeat and it wouldn't bother me. Gay boys are WAY more fun to dance with than straight boys. I wish I were a gay man (only slightly). Don't wear high heels when you plan on dancing. Not everyone should dance on the stage, complete with stripper poles, in front of the dance floor.
Only a gay man would be nice enough to X my hands with hearts :)
And then I found twenty dollars.
What a week it's been. Just one of those weeks. What way to make it all better? Get dressed up and dance the night away to 80's music at a gay bar. Where else can you be so ridiculous and not have a care in the world? The Wave! It kind of goes without saying.
Things learned or simply re-introduced to me:
Thriller is the longest song ever. Mr. Vain can be played on repeat and it wouldn't bother me. Gay boys are WAY more fun to dance with than straight boys. I wish I were a gay man (only slightly). Don't wear high heels when you plan on dancing. Not everyone should dance on the stage, complete with stripper poles, in front of the dance floor.
Only a gay man would be nice enough to X my hands with hearts :)
And then I found twenty dollars.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Yippee!!!!
Too excited about the upcoming show possibilities. I have a feeling I will be spending a majority of my time at The Black Cat when I move up to DC in the fall.
My Top Ten:
January 22. Vic Chestnutt and Elf Power
January 23. Junior League Band, Hoots and Hellmouth, and O'Tasty
January 29. Nightmares on Wax
February 8. The Morning Benders, The Submarines, and Dawn Landes
February 17. Turboslut and Pygmy Lush
February 26. Tokyo Police Club, Born Ruffians, and Harlem Shakes
February 28. Benjy Ferree
March 2. Blitzen Trapper and Alela Diane
March 4. The Whigs, Dead Confederate, and Trances Arc
March 18. AC Newman and The Broken West
That only gets me through March.
I think I can make this work :)
My Top Ten:
January 22. Vic Chestnutt and Elf Power
January 23. Junior League Band, Hoots and Hellmouth, and O'Tasty
January 29. Nightmares on Wax
February 8. The Morning Benders, The Submarines, and Dawn Landes
February 17. Turboslut and Pygmy Lush
February 26. Tokyo Police Club, Born Ruffians, and Harlem Shakes
February 28. Benjy Ferree
March 2. Blitzen Trapper and Alela Diane
March 4. The Whigs, Dead Confederate, and Trances Arc
March 18. AC Newman and The Broken West
That only gets me through March.
I think I can make this work :)
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
WHAT?
This is getting a little out of hand.
Kristen Stewart. Really guys? Really? I don't see it. She plays the same role in EVERY single movie I have ever seen her in. Into the Wild, In the Land of Women, Twilight, and What Just Happened. Jaded little lovestruck girl that just can't seem to make her relationships work. Ok, ok... so she is kinda attractive... dare I say hot. But she shares the same undeniably annoying quirk with Keira Knightley and Scarlett Johansonn. Has anyone else noticed or is it just me? They always have their mouths open with the same innocent, doe in the headlights look. Always! In every movie. Oh me, oh my.
But what makes this whole situation a little over the top is that she is scheduled to play Joan Jett in the upcoming movie The Runaways. Joan Jett- the woman every cool, hardcore, rocker chick strives to emulate- will now have her reputation tarnished because of a poor choice in actresses to play her.
Then again, she never did give a damn about her reputation.
Kristen Stewart. Really guys? Really? I don't see it. She plays the same role in EVERY single movie I have ever seen her in. Into the Wild, In the Land of Women, Twilight, and What Just Happened. Jaded little lovestruck girl that just can't seem to make her relationships work. Ok, ok... so she is kinda attractive... dare I say hot. But she shares the same undeniably annoying quirk with Keira Knightley and Scarlett Johansonn. Has anyone else noticed or is it just me? They always have their mouths open with the same innocent, doe in the headlights look. Always! In every movie. Oh me, oh my.
But what makes this whole situation a little over the top is that she is scheduled to play Joan Jett in the upcoming movie The Runaways. Joan Jett- the woman every cool, hardcore, rocker chick strives to emulate- will now have her reputation tarnished because of a poor choice in actresses to play her.
Then again, she never did give a damn about her reputation.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Too Many Tunes
Currently stuck in my head:
I Like You and You Rock- Ryan Adams
Blinded by the Light- Manfred Mann
Zombie- The Cranberries
Some song that I DON'T EVEN KNOW. All I know is that it's in The Wrestler trailer and it's a song I should know. So frustrating.
Age Old Blue- Alela Diane
(The last one is pretty so I don't mind as much)
I Like You and You Rock- Ryan Adams
Blinded by the Light- Manfred Mann
Zombie- The Cranberries
Some song that I DON'T EVEN KNOW. All I know is that it's in The Wrestler trailer and it's a song I should know. So frustrating.
Age Old Blue- Alela Diane
(The last one is pretty so I don't mind as much)
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Week at a Glance
Finally reached the 757.
Enjoyed delicious Indian and Thai food.
Started working at Still.
Had a fabulous New Year's with some fabulous people. (thanks atl for the pictures)
Didn't get enough sleep.
Movie night at Atl's.
Breakfast party at Atl's.
Watched Milk, Into the Wild (or most of it anyways), Snow Angels, and Towelhead.
"My car has more blind spots than Stevie Wonder" -Nathan
Chronic-what!-cles of Narnia!
youtube.com/janedoeish
Enjoyed delicious Indian and Thai food.
Started working at Still.
Had a fabulous New Year's with some fabulous people. (thanks atl for the pictures)
Didn't get enough sleep.
Movie night at Atl's.
Breakfast party at Atl's.
Watched Milk, Into the Wild (or most of it anyways), Snow Angels, and Towelhead.
"My car has more blind spots than Stevie Wonder" -Nathan
Chronic-what!-cles of Narnia!
youtube.com/janedoeish
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