December 2008
101 posts
“Don’t be offended. We’re good people if you actually get to know us....”
– High-school friends of mine, in the episode notes for their podcast where they rapped about how I was a frigid bitch (their words, not mine). Guess what? I’m still offended. I’ve gotten to know them better and they really aren’t such good people. But I never doubted that it was fun...
politics and the english language
Dad: Will you fire up the ol' iTunes?
Me: I'm sorry? You want me to haul out my laptop in the middle of a car trip?
Mom: iPod, not iTunes, David. She's being sticklery about your terminology.
Me: George Orwell said that the less precise you allowed your language to become, the more you let other people control your thinking.
Mom: Really? He said that, exactly?
Me: Well...not in so many words.
insert obligatory pussy joke here
In reponse to this video:
Me: Why does it like stuffing itself in boxes? Shannon: That’s what she asked!
“Was it not your bliss that you could never love as much as you have been loved?”
– Soren Kierkegaard (via whokilled)
Been thinking about love a lot recently.
I guess I toss around the word a lot, at least to describe things (e.g. pancakes) and pets (e.g. my dogs).
Such thinking has resulted in a lot of stupid existentialesque questions like “Do you love someone for who they are or for what they do?” that in turn lead to ones like “But aren’t we just a summation of our actions, and thus...
“Blair is very white. I mean, next to each other, you look like a piece of meat,...”
– My mom, to my dad, on my lack of coloring
why i love wikipedia
Hypochondria and boredom combine to lead me to this article on some creepy disorder that compels people to eat various strange things. Under “Popular Culture”, I learn that
Cookie Monster has pica, as is witness in the 1978 special Christmas Eve on Sesame Street. He eats a pencil, a typewriter, a telephone, and two Christmas trees in the special.
culinary experimentation
Pancake batter + vanilla extract = delicious
Pancake batter + orange extract = not quite so much
“The name of the [Wissahickon] creek comes from the Lenape language for...”
– Wikipedia article
You learn something new every day. I still love the place more than almost anywhere else.
Still…anyone up for coining “to Wissahickon” as a euphemism for, well, answering nature’s call?
one of many meta-versations
Shannon: Steven Pinker says swearing is okay.
Me: Well Steven Pinker doesn't know shit. Oh, dammit! I mean...oh, oops.
a thought:
I am tired and would like some pancakes, please.
I Will — Kevin Barnes (Beatles cover)
WatchSquee!
cbeth:
Carla Bruni [Sarkozy] - Quelqu’un M’a Dit
...
“I don’t think people should be sexy on Christmas.”
– Alice, my sister
periodic table of awesoments →
I totally would have taken Chemistry if it was like this. My fave is #43.
i sort of suck at being an alt-rock fan
Singers I Cannot Stand for a Myriad of Reasons (all of which are valid, I swear)
Amanda Palmer (sorry, Charlotte)
Conor Oberst
Bono
The Dude from Train
Jack Johnson
Dave Matthews
Dave Matthews
Dave Matthews
bilateral symmetry FTW
Me: I think I pulled my boob muscle. Is that even possible?
My Dad: That's why you have two of them.
the road i jog is paved with good intentions
I was absolutely going to go out and exercise today, but then it started snowing. I think I’m becoming one of the few college students to gain the freshman 15 when she’s not actually at school.
“Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke,...”
– Charles Dickens
life goals
Obtain useless, cardboard-box degree* from nerd college
Live in an airstream trailer (maybe not forever, but at some point)
Become a fabulous cook and make all my own meals
Be a librarian
Write another novel
See all 50 states except possibly Alaska and the Dakotas (boring); camp a lot, maybe hike the Appalachian trail
Not forget French; get better at Italian and German; learn Ancient Greek
...
guh duh bluh fluh
Stayed up til 4 AM Thursday night. Did not sleep on the plane. Arrived home to massive birthday party thrown by sister. Asleep, in bed, at home, finally, by 1 AM.
I just woke up. It was about 3:45 PM. Time for some birthday-cake breakfast.
email from my grandparents
In lieu of our (much anticipated, I am sure) telephonic serenade, We send you greetings that are, in fact, home made.
Of you, Dear Blair, we are so proud, We can gustily sing your praises loud.
But Chicago is a long, long way for messages choral So, in lieu of greetings that are aural,
We rely instead on the written word, To be carried your way by an accommodating bird.
(By which we mean...
texting with your parents is fun
My Dad: Hey ms. 19! southwest's system is down so try again later. hugs, me.
Me: All righty, will do. ps. you and I need to have a chat when I get home about how the west wing is making me want to major in poli-sci
My Dad: Chip off the ol block. YOU run for Senator!!
Me: You don't get it...i want to BE cj cregg. god help me, i might go to law school! i need you to slap the idealism out of me
My Dad: SLAP!!!
pros and cons
Things I Will Miss About College
Dining hall biscuits available every morning
Consistent heat/hot water in the dorm
My Christmas lights
Having West Wing DVDs at my disposal
Snow that is pretty and ubiquitous
Things I Will Not Miss About College
Dining hall food, biscuits excluded
Insomnia/general homesickness
The gay kid from the end of the hall and his rhythmic and sonorous coughing at...
birthday card to my 18-year-old self
Hey, girl! Happy birthday! It’s me! Er…yourself! From the future!
I just turned 19 today, and the first thing I thought upon waking up was “man, this feels the same as being 18.” I’m pretty sure you felt the same way this morning (in fact, I know you did. I was there). And it kind of is the same as being 17. But it’s going to get different. Good different. And...