Archive for June, 2005
I’m also completely horrified by the idea that Mitt Romney is considering a run for presidential office in 2008. I’m still not sure how he got elected governer here in MA… what on EARTH makes him think he has the experience to be President? Hmmm… maybe he’s following in Dubya’s footsteps. Shudder.
I should be clinging to the belief that the Democratic candidate will win, but I’m terrified about who is going to decide to run. I’m really praying that we don’t have a long primary season with too many candidates, as we did this last time around… and I’m also crossing my fingers that there’s going to be a candidate that I actually like. So far (without naming names), I’m not particularly impressed. I must agree with media underground’s ana, who points out (very powerfully) that liberals have no role models, no one to bring our party back to life. No one we’d be willing to follow to the end.
Whenever people ask about my favorite kind of music, or my favorite song, I always end up staring at them blankly, stuttering, “Um… well…gee…” for a while before saying, “I pretty much like everything. Except for heavy metal, techno and gospel music.” This is apparently a huge lie, as my friend Ali pointed out to me about a month ago in Montreal.
Ali hates it when people say they like all music, because it’s never true. Inevitably, when people say this, they forget about a billion types of music, so they are essentially lying. And if you are around someone that knows a lot about music, you’re in for a very educational conversation. To show you how this kind of conversation goes, I’ll give you an idea.
“Well… I really like all kinds of music. Except for heavy metal and gospel.”
“Oh really? So you like almost everything?”
“Yeah. I just like music, you know?”
“I know you like rock, pop, and rap… what about the blues? Jazz?”
“Yeah, they’re great too.”
“Yeah! I spent all of high school listening to country!”
“What about Christian rock? And rap?”
“Well… I think it’s cool that they have those types of music – religious people shouldn’t be stuck listening to un-danceable music just because of their beliefs. But I don’t really like it… I kind of lump religious music under gospel music in my mind though.”
“It’s not the same thing.”
“Okay, I like all music except for heavy metal, techno and religious music then. Oh! And bagpipes. Not a fan of bagpipes.”
“Good thing you tacked that on! What about polka? Do you like polka?”
“I don’t mind polka…”
“LIAR! NO ONE LIKES POLKA!”
And on and on and on, with polka becoming a recurring theme.
Anyways, I don’t know if I was really going anywhere with this. But I’ve been thinking about it for the past month, and I’ve come to this conclusion – I like all kinds of music, except for heavy metal, techno, religious, bagpipes, kidz bop, and Enya. And I make no guarantees about types of music I don’t know about. If you think of anything else I should add on to this list, let me know.
And thanks for pointing out the error of my ways, Ali.
I know that Lindsayism wouldn’t approve, as it is one of many blogging cliches, but I think this is hilarious:
Thanks to TechieDiva (the most fun gadget page EVER) for keeping me in the iPod loop.
In my dream iPod world, my Green Mini would mate with AlexisT’s iPod Photo, creating a 20g, metallic green iPod. Sigh. I’ll just keep on dreaming…
On another note, thank god for the Recover Post feature – this is now attempt FOUR to get this posted.
Apparently I missed the memo saying that Texas Tuxedos are back in fashion.
I saw THREE woman on my walk to work this morning wearing full-on, head-to-toe, denim outfits: one had on a denim skirt with a matching jacket, one had on jeans with a lighter colored jean jacket, and one – one brave soul! – was wearing dark denim pants and jacket with a lighter colored denim top. I was horrifed – I thought for a moment that I’d time-traveled back to the 1980s, when it was okay to do this. Alas, this was not the case.
Who on earth wakes up in the morning and thinks, “You know what would look really hot today? My cute new denim outfit. It’s SO cool looking”? Well, apparently Ralph Lauren does, as he’s currently shilling these outfits:
I’m in shock. Clearly the fashion industry – and most people – need to consult with me before getting dressed in the morning.
I got attacked today… and not for the first time. This was actually the fourth time it’s happened – is it any wonder that I have an overwhelming fear?
That’s right, you heard me. I’m terrified… of birds.
Not all birds – I’m not a complete wuss. Those little hopping birds are pretty cute, and even the meaner starlings are fine. But pigeons are so…shudder…gross. They’re stupid, dirty, loud and annoying… and they keep attacking me!
The first attack came in the summer of 1997. I was in Boston to look at colleges, and was walking through the Common with my dad. Out of nowhere, a single pigeon came zooming down from a statue, making a straight line for my head. I ducked, and it flew through the space my head had been in just seconds before. I was shaken, but managed to write it off as a particularly dumb bird.
Years passed, and while I never liked pigeons, I tended to just ignore them. Then it happened again. I was in Philadelphia last August for a conference, and another freakish pigeon – this one mostly white – came flying towards me. I ducked. The bird still touched me, hitting the top of my head with it’s raggedy-*ss wing. If I hadn’t ducked, it’s pointy little beak would have been imbedded in my skull. THIS is what made me terrified of birds.
Similar assaults have occured twice more in the few months. Freakin’ rats of the sky, for some reason, have it in for me. And it’s not fun.
This guy is CRAZY.
I jump when a bird makes a sudden movement. If there is a flock of pigeons on the sidewalk, I have to stop, find a way to get around them (how on EARTH to people have the guts to walk straight through a flock?), and scurry away. It’s a little embarrassing… but there’s nothing I can do about it. Hey, there’s nothing I WANT to do about it – I know that the second I lose my fear is the moment I’ll be attacked again.
Well, that’s what they say. But as someone that has moved approximately 20 times in her 25 years, I’ve never really had that sense of home. Up until age 18, I lived in Southern California (various cities in Los Angeles, Orange, and Ventura counties), so I call that whole area home. Then I lived in Providence for four years (ah, good old Providence College), and have now been in Boston for three. Maybe that’s more than you need to know….
Anyways, I’ve never been sure about where I’d end up – so much of that depends on circumstances that I just can’t foresee yet. But I was recently told about this very cool website, Find Your Spot, that matches you up with your perfect city based on your opinions. I took the 20 minute long quiz, answering questions about my weather, cultural, city size and geographical preferences, and they came up with a list of my top 24 cities. SO MUCH FUN!
This was SO much fun. Try it. And let me know about your results.
And the winner is (drumroll please)…
You all know I’ve been desperately seeking a girly crush, and this weekend, it finally came together. Natalie Portman rocked my world.
I’ve always liked Natalie – she was great in every movie I’ve seen her in, and has always been a cutie. Then, a month or two ago, I saw her appearance on Inside the Actor’s Studio and the movie Garden State within a week of each other. I remember thinking, “This girl is really freakin’ cool.” But, although I thought she was beautiful, she didn’t strike me as HOT at the time, so I went on my merry way. But then, everything changed.
I saw Closer. And she was hot.
And so, I now need to stalk her. I checked out IMDB to get a list of all the movies she’s been in, and I have a lot of catching up to do:
- The Professional – Great Movie. I don’t have a crush on her in this though, because she’s way too little to think about that way.
- Developing – Had never even heard of this. Need to find it ASAP.
- Heat – Fabulous. Still too young to be lusted after, but…
- Beautiful Girls – Definitely one of the best movies ever. I haven’t seen it in a while, so I’ll be renting it soon. I think of this as her break-out role, when she starts to turn from little girl to young adult.
- Everyone Says I Love You! – I love Woody Allen movies, and this one I saw in the theater. Great movie, and a great Natalie.
- Mars Attacks! – Hilarious. That’s all I have to say about that.
- Star Wars: Episode I – The Phantom Menace – Haven’t seen it. I had NO desire to see any of the Star Wars prequels until this crush developed. Now, I must watch them.
- Anywhere But Here – I think I saw part of this once… now I guess I have to see the whole thing?
- Where the Heart Is – Oh wait. Maybe this is the one I saw part of? Not sure… I guess I’ll have to see it too.
- Star Wars: Episode II – Attack of the Clones – Again with the Star Wars! I’ll rent this at the same time I rent Episode I.
- Cold Mountain – She was in this? Sigh. I guess I’ll rent it. And buy 5 boxes of Kleenex for the sob-fest that I’m sure will ensue.
- Garden State – Awesome movie. Awesome. And it’s the film that made me think she was cool and original.
- True – Apparently a short film that is now part of PARIS, JE T’AIME, which is coming out at some point this year. I’ll see it.
- Closer – HOT! The movie was only okay, but I think all of the actors were good. Especially Natalie.
- Domino One – Some artsy Harvard thriller movie. Looks like I’ll have to wait for the rental.
- Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith – I’ll wait for the rental, probably. I don’t really want to support Lucas that much.
So, I can now rest easy. I don’t think I need to worry about Natalie turning skanky or trashy (like my last crush), and think she’ll only get better with age. Yeah.
And I’ll leave you with this:
That was fun. I love it when a plan comes together…
The PC Posse came to Boston this weekend to help me celebrate my birthday, and I’m still tired from the festivities. My closef-sized apartment housed five people – Alexis, Ali, Nicole, me & my boy – and one rowdy pug, which, when combined with the 90+ degree & 99% humidity days, made for a hot and sweaty time. But it was worth it.
We spent Saturday wandering around Boston, looking for Lexi’s wallet, the perfect summer dress, and food. We stumbled upon the Boston Pride parade, which was made WAY cooler when Alexis and I made our way onto a locker room float, with lots of half-naked gay men. We made out in a faux-shower to explosive cheers from the crowd. Okay, we didn’t really do that, but we talked about it. We also talked about “the return of the bush,” women on top, stupid college memories, girly crushes (more on that later) becoming street vendors, and people that get married too young, amongst other things.
After taking some cold showers (it was HOT, I tell you!), 10 of us made our way to dinner at Naked Fish, then out to drink away the night at The Dockside, followed by The Harp. Sure, we were surrounded by cheesy Mass-holes, but the music was d*mn good, and we all know I love to shake my groove thing. One of the girls got lucky (I’m not mentioning any names), and I got some late night pizza. Hell yeah!
Sunday morning came, complete with hangovers, the NY girls leaving, and the (unsuccessful) hunt for a light brunch. Since it was still WAY too freakin’ hot to deal with sitting in my un-airconditioned apartment, we decided to go see Mr. and Mrs. Smith. The movie, the air-conditioning, and my ICEE were all really good.
And now, I’m 25. Woo hoo!
Luckily for everyone in my life, I don’t want to – I did enough of that yesterday. You don’t need to know the details – it’s enough to say I was hot, cranky, and stressed out. But today – TODAY – I am feeling much better. Full of energy, enthusiasm, vim and vigor!
Why the vim and vigor you ask? Cuz the Posse – most of them – are coming to Boston this weekend to celebrate my 25th birthday. Yay for me! We’ll also be celebrating my boyfriend’s b-day, since he and I have the same one. Yeah, you heard me right – how weird is that? I like to tell people, “At least I know he’ll never forget it!” I crack myself up.
So, party people, I’m out. I have booze to drink, songs to dance to, and friends to harrass. Don’t wait up.
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