PenName

A Guide to Internet-Stalking.

2009-12-12T12:49:00.002-07:00

A Guide to Internet-Stalking

So this is all in one place: feel free to add me/follow/whatever.

http://wwww.janetbond007.liveournal.com

http://www.last.fm/user/janetbond

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?ref=profile&id=583203201

http://www.myspace.com/aimlessconversations

http://www.twitter.com/whatsamberdoing

http://www.livefreeyounghearts.blogspot.com

http://penname365.blogspot.com/

http://www.formspring.me/whatsamberdoing

http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/788600

I'm also on aim under penname007

The Fourth Kind.

2009-11-07T16:50:00.004-07:00

The Fourth Kind was fascinating. From a linguist's point of view, from a psychologist's point of view and from the point of view of someone who is interested in events classified as 'paranormal.'
I like when movies take the approach of not really showing the 'monster' and just implying that whatever it is is absolutely terrifying. That way, each individual audience goer can come up with the image that is most horrific to them, making the experience scary to each person. While I may imagine a more human type form to be most frightening, a companion might picture, say, the Cloverfield monster in that place.
I enjoy movies like this, though. Movies that are actually 'based on true events,' especially when the film is supposed to be somewhat scary. It takes the film out of that "this is just a movie" zone and into this "shit, this happened" zone, solidifying the expected feeling of terror, in a way.
This is the kind of movie that leaves me wanting to do research.

2009-09-28T22:51:00.000-07:00

We know better than to conflate an author with his prose, but words don't taste what their author has never felt.

2009-09-28T22:44:00.002-07:00

It was not wise to have consumed so much. It warms the senses, thickens the mind, plays tricks on perception until the wildest impulse becomes the most logical course of action.

But I wouldn't dare to dream while awake.

hmmm.

2009-06-29T10:06:00.002-07:00

Found on ontd.livejournal.com after a slew of "omg she's anorexic" and "omg she's so fat" posts.
It must suck to be famous.

If you're fat you're a pariah.
If you're skinny you're a pariah.
If you're a woman you better get back in the kitchen where you belong.
If you lose weight you're a traitor.
If you gain weight you're a failure.
If you have no curves you're not a real woman.
If you've got curves you're a no good whore who clearly was asking for it.

There. Done. Finished. Can we move on.

True words.
You just can't win anymore.

Smokey McSmokerson aka "Smokeymon."

2009-06-14T09:03:00.003-07:00

Smokey McSmokerson "Smokeymon", my wonderful, pretty 14-year-old silver-tipped persian cat died early this morning.
He had been kind of lethargic for the past few days; not his usual talkative self. Before I left yesterday, I had gone out to check on him and he didn't move, only meowed at me. I woke up this morning to a content cat stretched out in the early morning sun. I have to assume that's now he passed away.
We got Smokey when I was 10, from my grandmother's friend, Sally. We raised him from a kitten, teaching him how to jump up to us, ride around in a box (which was his absolute most favorite thing to do) and even count to three (he knew he got three treats at a time and would meow until he got all three.). He also loved sitting his treehouse and watching the people go by from his perch.
He was a people cat and even those who were allergic couldn't resist petting him.
He lived an eventful 14 years, moving from Kentucky to New Mexico and back to Kentucky again.
He was buried this morning under his favorite shade tree and Kevin made the 'headstone' you see above.
He was sweet and cuddly and will be missed. He was definitely one of a kind.

:(

2009-06-09T14:55:00.005-07:00

I have sad news:
Dinosaur Pete, my trusty and 6-year-old only keychain, had croaked.
Day after day, I would use his retractable head and the light within to entertain and to help me see my keyhole in the dark. For six years, his battery never died, even though I must have activated that light a handful of times every day.

This was him as he was- in his prime. Just chillin, bringing smiles.

And this was after 'the accident.'

I suppose I could mend him, superglue his head back on, but I feel like that would be keeping him a vegetable.

It's the end of an era, the age of Dinosaur Pete.

2009-04-05T15:32:00.000-07:00

Contrary to what I thought at 11 years of age, Clarissa did not, in fact, explain it all. I now realize she didn't explain anything...

2009-03-21T07:27:00.000-07:00

http://boston.com/bigpicture/2009/03/scenes_from_the_recession.html

The Great Recession?

The Bad News Blog.

2009-03-11T16:18:00.002-07:00

Note: I probably shouldn't be telling anyone about this because it's an 'inside the company' deal, but this is my blog and as far as I'm concerned, my publisher or editor don't read my little ol' blog. If you are my publisher or editor, don't read any further, thank you. :)

So here's the thing, I'm fully aware that I got into the newspaper business at a bad time. Subscriptions have gone down, advertising and revenue dollars have gone down. But I love my job, I love everything about it, even down to the people that call and complain that I put their son getting arrested in the paper and the city officials that try to sugar-coat everything they say. But the fact and truth is, every single newspaper out there is in trouble.
Today, we at the paper were informed that we were to take furloughs- a five-day unpaid vacation of sorts. This is not as bad as it sounds. In fact, it is a lot better than the pay cuts or layoffs we could have experienced. But it's still not good news. The paper is in so much trouble that they can't afford to pay employees for the time it takes to get the paper out. We have all been working unpaid overtime and they still can't pay us for the time we spend to get a good paper out.
The funny thing is, readership at our paper has actually gone up. Yesterday, we single-copy outsold a paper in a neighboring county. But 10,000 people buying 50 cent papers still doesn't equal a day's worth of advertising. People are reading the paper, but companies can't afford to advertise. And if they can't afford to advertise, my company can't afford to pay me and I can't afford to shop at your store. It takes money to spend money.
Our Web site hits have gone up so much the company has had to purchase more bandwidth for our site alone. But Web site clicks only generate revenue if we can get companies to advertise on the Web site. And companies are not spending on advertising.
As bad as this all sounds, I think it says a lot for CHNI that we've lasted long enough through these hard times and have been managed so well that we've only been asked to take 5 days unpaid. Our CEO and publisher have told us they expect things to get better by June and for advertising to be back where it's supposed to be by this time next year.
I'm not sure if that will happen because this 'money crunch' has gotten people saving money and it'll take a while for people to get back in the habit of spending it.
I say all this because I don't think people realize how much work it takes to get the news out- even to those 'news' Web sites that I'll admit, I read more than the newspaper. All of us- not just the newsroom- all of us have been working way more than what's legal in unpaid overtime. It's an interesting business because without the news, there would be no newspaper. But without ads, there would be no newspaper.
The truth: It Sucks. Hard. But most newsrooms are filled with people who are dedicated to getting you accurate news every morning and as long as nice CEO's and publishers do their jobs right, we'll still be doing the same thing when the economy turns around.
And if anyone has any ideas on how to convince a trucking company that they absolutely should spend half of their advertising budget on a Web site, let me know.

2009-02-27T08:47:00.002-07:00

"Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable and originality is non-existent. Always remember what Jean-Luc Goddard said: "It's not where you take things from- it's where you take them to."

Anywhere know where this came from? I can't remember :(

carry my books?

2009-02-22T14:57:00.002-07:00

Can I be half-feminist?
Sure, I enjoy my voting rights and my somewhat equal job pay, but it's still OK for a guy to open a door for me, right? Carry my books? Hold the door open for me?

Feminism killed the Gentleman.

2009-02-20T15:48:00.000-07:00

"My candle burns at both its ends; it will not last the night.
But oh, my foes, and oh, my friends,
It gives a lovely light."
- Edna St. Vincent Millay

When anywhere was home

2009-02-06T10:21:00.002-07:00

Some words, a moment; when writer's block takes a vacation.

Right here, right now:

I miss the girl I knew.
I miss the old you too.

Right here, right now

I keep thinking there was so much I missed, it just speed right by us.

Right here, right now

Do you think we've changed too much to go back?
I think we've changed, but I think we can go back.

Right here, right now

When anywhere was home; we're almost there again.

hahaha

2009-01-22T16:40:00.002-07:00

History.

2009-01-20T19:19:00.001-07:00

That little story at the bottom is my Martin Luther King Day celebration story.
I was on the front page of a paper with President Barack Obama. Awesome.

Introspectivness and ego ahead

2008-12-30T15:45:00.003-07:00

I have to admit, I'm a bit proud of myself.
This time last year, I had no idea if I was going to actually graduate college, watched cartoons until one in the morning, was a DDR master and had no idea what a 401K was.

Now I know what a 401K is.

I'm still shocked and proud that I went from lazy college student to bonafide adult in one year. As I predicted, 2008 was the "Year of Amber."

I almost feel a bit confused right now though. On one hand, I go to work, have a real job, with real responsibilities, take care of my own car, my own cat, my own plants, wear professional-type clothing. Mentally, however, I still feel like a 17 year old with ratty jeans who listens to Fall Out Boy and I think part of me will always feel like that. At least, I hope so. There's something so droll sounding about being an adult and growing up. There's the belief that means you've become boring.

I don't ever ever ever want to be boring.

Here's to 2009 being The "Year of Amber, Part Deuce."

decisions, decisions.

2008-11-18T17:36:00.003-07:00

After much deliberation, I have decided that Batman is indeed my favorite superhero.

Spiderman is whiny and was simply unlucky in how he became a superhero. Superman is an alien and The Hulk could stand to attend an anger management class or two.
Batman, however, has no actual superpowers. He's just badass and rich enough to impose that badassery on the criminal race. The same with Iron Man. No actual superpowers, just money, balls and a conscience.

I like Batman and Iron Man because they're human. They weren't blessed enough to be from another planet or dumb enough to get bitten by a spider. They have engineering talent and a wish to see the bad guys put away.
Human and relate-able.

I'm Batman

strange times, my friend.

2008-11-09T19:10:00.002-07:00

I feel like we're in some weird time-warp.
Gas is where it was 2 years ago, we have a non-white president and Chinese Democracy is finally coming out.

Question: Do you think we are entering onto an era of post-race America?
White groups like Italians, Jews and the Irish have moved from the margins into the mainstream and now African-Americans are starting to-with the arrival of one in the highest position an American can achieve. Do you think we'll have to have an Hispanic in a high office before we can move into a post-race society?

2008-10-05T14:00:00.001-07:00

Speaking of the cons of citizen journalism:
http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601103&sid=atekONWyM7As&refer=us
"CNN's Citizen Journalism Goes `Awry' With False Report on Jobs"

Also: new laptop has a webcam.

hahaha

2008-09-20T13:24:00.000-07:00

Magic Beans
Magic beans for sale
Two for a nickel
They'll grant you a fish, a candle, a pickle
Magic beans for sale
Four for a dime
Perhaps you've been wanting a thumbtack, a lime
Magic beans for sale
Seven for a quarter
They'd get you across the United States border
Magic beans for free
There's no use, alas
All they do is give you gas

Another List

2008-09-13T13:08:00.001-07:00

List of characters on Lost who have interesting real-life name sakes. *Most of this taken from wikipedia.

1) Kate Austen= Katherine Austen-(1629-ca.1683) was a British diarist and poet best known for Book M, her manuscript collection of meditations, journal entries, and verse.

2)Jack Shepard= there's a few. There's an illustratist named Jack Shepard and also a Jack Shepard running for senate in Minnesota. But there's also baseball player Jack Shepard. He was born on May 13, 1932, in Clovis, California. Shepard was 21 years old when he broke into the big leagues on June 19, 1953, with the Pittsburgh Pirates. He died in 1994.

3)Boone Carlyle= Thomas Boone Carlyle,philosopher, mathematician, and historian,Carlyle (1795-1881) celebrated the power of the individual. He believed that to understand history, all one needed to do was study great men. "The soul gives unity to what it looks at with love," he wrote.

4)Michael Dawson= Michael Dawson, one of the nation's leading experts on race and politics. Currently works at the University of Chicago. Wrote Black Visions: The Roots of Contemporary African-American Political Ideologies and Behind the Mule: Race and Class in African-American Politics.

5)Mr. Eko= Eko is the Yoruba name for the city of Lagos (which is in Lagos State, the old Capital of Nigeria). His name is a symbol of the city. In Yoruba, Eko is symbolic of home, thus his name, Mr. Eko, resonates only with Nigerians who understand its true meaning.

6)James "Sawyer" Ford= James Ford was a mafia don in the 1800's around Illinois and Kentucky. He was considered an outlaw-fitting for Sawyer.

7)Walt Lloyd aka WAAAAAAAAAAAAALT= Walter Lloyd, wrote The Story of Protestant Dissent and English Unitarianism in 1899 in London.

8)John Locke= John Locke, (b. 1632, d. 1704), an Oxford scholar, medical researcher and physician, political operative, economist and idealogue for a revolutionary movement, a British Empiricist.

9) Jeremy Bentham aka John's alias when he's in the coffin= Jeremy Bentham, (1748 - 1832), English utilitarian philosopher and social reformer. In Bentham's theory, an action conforming to the principle of utility is right or at least not wrong; it ought to be done, or at least it is not the case that it ought not be done.

10) Charlie Pace- no name-sake, but there's a Web site for Driveshaft that's actually kind of cool. www.driveshaftband.com

11) Desmond David Hume= David Hume, (1711-1776), Scottish philosopher, economist, and historian. Also said that he “caused the scales to fall” from Jeremy Bentham's eyes. Interesting.

12)Danielle Rousseau French Lady= Rousseau, (1712-1778), was a major philosopher, literary figure, and composer of the Enlightenment whose political philosophy influenced the French Revolution and the development of liberal, conservative and socialist theory.

That's all for now.

Barack-roll

2008-08-15T05:04:00.000-07:00

lightning storm vs. lightning bugs.

2008-06-09T19:03:00.002-07:00

So, I've been home for a few weeks now and it wasn't until tonight that I truly felt I was home, cheesy as it may sound.

I got home from work, and there was a pretty awesome lightning storm occurring--something I haven't seen in a good 5 years.
I sat on the porch with my grandma, eating some cheeseball dip (better than it sounds), watching the lightning flash above, and the lightning bugs flitter below in the yard.

Natural light is pretty awesome.

mccain

2008-05-26T18:39:00.001-07:00

www.thingsyoungerthanmccain.com

No matter if you'll vote for him or not this election, it's still pretty interesting.
If elected, he'll be the oldest president in history-currently he's 72 years old.

He's 12 years older than my own grandmother and only 16 years younger than my great grandmother.

day before.

2008-05-19T11:31:00.002-07:00

So, I just finished packing. Most if it fits in my car comfortably. The rest is crammed in. :P
I spent more time in Albuquerque than I had planned- 5 years- and spent most of it trying not to get attached. Alas, I know I will miss Frontier's tortillas and the way the sunset looks on the mountain.
But I still feel like most of me is back in Kentucky and always will be.
I'm not quite going back 'home', but as close as I can get to it.

70% excited, 20% nervous, 10% wondering how on earth I accumulated so much stuff.

word.

2008-05-07T17:21:00.001-07:00

Capitulate (verb)
: to surrender to certain terms, to give up resistance.

Thank you political roundtable-ists for using words I don't know.

Montreal, Ontario?

2008-04-06T08:46:00.002-07:00

As I'm sure the two readers of this know, I really really really dislike Avril Lavigne. Like, want to sock her in the face dislike.
She's like Paris Hilton stupid, only I'm sure Paris is aware she's stupid. Avril thinks she's smart. HA.

Anyway: this is from here: http://idontlikeyouinthatway.com/2008/04/avril-lavigne-is-really-stupid.html

"Fans at Avril Lavigne's Canadian homecoming were left stunned after the singer displayed an embarrassing lack of geographical knowledge. Lavigne, 23, shocked concertgoers at her Montreal show by incorrectly stating what province she was in. "I love you Montreal, I'm so happy to be back home...in Ontario, Canada," Lavigne said to the crowd. Montreal is actually a city in Quebec."

And Avril's FROM Canada!

Just so you know, Avril dropped out of school at 16 and said earlier that she wasn't going to go back because she didn't have to now that she's rich.

Like I said: "want to sock her in the face."

Stay in school, kids.

when the day met the night.

2008-04-02T16:18:00.002-07:00

When I was little, I used to make up stories about how the world started, including one about when the moon and sun first met. It was midsummer, the time of the month when the moon rises earlier in the day and the sun meets it when it's about to set. They fell in love, of course, and had star babies.
The moon was a chill person, content to relax, while the sun was a bit of a busy bee, a little hyperactive.
Some kids from Vegas wrote a song about this. Good to know I wasn't the only child making up stories about things science had yet to teach me.

When the sun found the moon
She was drinking tea in a garden
Under the green umbrella trees
In the middle of summer

When the moon found the sun
He looked like he was barely hanging on
But her eyes saved his life
In the middle of summer

Good stuff. The whole story can be found in the song "When the day met the night" on Panic at the disco's new album.

luck?

2008-02-26T20:52:00.002-07:00

So a dear friend, Ronnie, came back today from Iraq. Alive and well.
Another friend told me I must be a good luck charm or something because all of my family and friends who go off to war all come back unscathed.

It's that, a tendency to only make friends/be related to people who try their darndest to make it out alive and succeed or a tendency to only make friends who are lucky themselves.

Whatever it is, it would be pretty awesome to mass-produce it.

wtf?

2008-02-10T19:16:00.001-07:00

So, I work at this library, and I found this book we have called "Pop-up Books" and I'm like "awesome!" So I open it up all excited, and bam! No pop-ups, simply a book about how to make pop-up books. Who makes a book about pop-up books with no pop-ups in it?!

lame.

time

2008-02-05T21:17:00.000-07:00

Funny thing about time.

It's just a concept, but we can save, waste and loose it.

say what?

2008-01-31T15:55:00.000-07:00

So, I'm in this class and she's going over the introduction to linguistics in a 300-level linguistics class and I feel like I've done all this before and I'm really very bored.

I'm thinking of how she's using language to lecture for a linguistics class and it's kind of cool and I wonder how someone who speaks a different language would teach the class, but I guess that doesn't matter because I don't know enough of another language to be able to understand the possible difference.

So now she's talking about the text-message/webernets language and how our generation has pretty much invented a new language. That's pretty awesome, I think. But I wouldn't really call it a new language, but maybe a new dialect of the world-not just English because I know this kid who's Japanese but can "lolomg" with the best of them-because it's not that they're new words, just really abbreviations of old ones.

I'm rambling and I wonder what the professor would have to say about rambling?

...

2008-01-30T18:06:00.000-07:00

This is the break in the bend, this is the closest of calls, this is the rise and the fall, this is the change.

or something like that.

maybe.

Did you know you can make posts in Hebrew?

where would I go even if I could go home?

2008-01-19T15:51:00.000-07:00

I'm starting to have mixed feelings about moving. Part of me is excited about starting over (again) and getting on with what is considered to be the 'adult life,' and going back home-or as close as I can get to it-I used to hold out hope that I could, but for me at least, it's true that you really can't go home again.
But the other part is nervous and maybe-even though this might be the only place I'd admit to it- scared about the same things. Just picking up and moving across the country isn't as easy as I remember it to be-even if I'm going back to a familiar landscape.
I've never been that fantastic about making friends, so when I find people who are willing to put with me, I kind of like to keep them. Those people have been few and I know from experience that it's a lot easier to keep friends when you can see them every day. I've lost contact with a lot of really awesome people simply because of distance and travel limitations. Even with the space the internet allows you cover within seconds, it's still very easy to simply not reply to messages and forget about people.

All I can really do is prepare for the life of the quintessential lonely journalist and hope that the good, old-fashioned midwestern hospitality is still in affect.

Pearl wants her rent!

2008-01-10T20:04:00.000-07:00

Tip of the season.

2007-12-24T21:56:00.000-07:00

Clothes don't make the man, but being naked will get you arrested.

2007-12-15T19:36:00.000-07:00

Hanukkah always comes during finals. I finished celebrating at home, but I failed to finish it here.
A week-ish late:
The 4th Night:
Judas Defeats Timothy and Bacchides
in encounters with the forces of Timothy and Bacchides they killed more than twenty thousand of them and got possession of some exceedingly high strongholds, and they divided a very large amount of plunder, giving to those who had been tortured and to the orphans and widows, and also to the aged, shares equal to their own.

Ah, a regular Robin Hood.

The 5th Night
Last Campaign of Antiochus Epiphanes
Transported with rage, he conceived the idea of turning upon the Jews the injury done by those who had put him to flight; so he ordered his charioteer to drive without stopping until he completed the journey. But the judgment of heaven rode with him! For in his arrogance he said, "When I get there I will make Jerusalem a cemetery of Jews."

and now it is a cemetery of Jews.

The 6th Night
Antiochus Makes a Promise to God
in addition to all this he also would become a Jew and would visit every inhabited place to proclaim the power of God.

The 7th NIght
Antiochus’s Letter and Death
So the murderer and blasphemer, having endured the more intense suffering, such as he had inflicted on others, came to the end of his life by a most pitiable fate, among the mountains in a strange land. 2

The 8th Night
Purification of the Temple
Now Maccabeus and his followers, the Lord leading them on, recovered the temple and the city; 2 they tore down the altars that had been built in the public square by the foreigners, and also destroyed the sacred precincts. 3It happened that on the same day on which the sanctuary had been profaned by the foreigners, the purification of the sanctuary took place, that is, on the twenty-fifth day of the same month, which was Chislev. 6 They celebrated it for eight days with rejoicing.

The 25th day of Chislev is usually between the 5th and 20th of December. During these 8 days of celebrating, the Maccabees only had enough oil to last one night, the flame burned for 8 nights of celebrating, which is why the candles of the Menorah are supposed to stay lit for the 8 nights.

The 8 Blogs of Hanukkah- Night 3

2007-12-06T18:29:00.000-07:00

Judas Defeats Nicanor

"With these words he filled them with courage and made them ready to die for their laws and their country; then he divided his army into four parts."

What is it about the connection a person feels with their nation that makes them die for it? Is it the same as conviction and principles? That people feel so strongly about what they believe in, they're willing to die for it?
Sometimes, I look up to that mindset, sometimes it just looks like close-mindedness.

The 8 Blogs of Hanukka- Night 2

2007-12-05T19:12:00.000-07:00

Preparation for Battle

"For they trust to arms and acts of daring," he said, "but we trust in the Almighty God, who is able with a single nod to strike down those who are coming against us, and even, if necessary, the whole world."

That would be such an awesome power. To strike down people with a single nod. Kind of like Chuck Norris.

The 8 blogs of Hanukkah - Night 1

2007-12-04T18:22:00.000-07:00

The Revolt of Judas Maccabeus

" Coming without warning, he would set fire to towns and villages. He captured strategic positions and put to flight not a few of the enemy. 7 He found the nights most advantageous for such attacks. And talk of his valor spread everywhere. 8 When Philip saw that the man was gaining ground little by little, and that he was pushing ahead with more frequent successes, he wrote to Ptolemy, the governor of Coelesyria and Phoenicia, to come to the aid of the king’s government."

That's the way I plan to take over the world. Come without warning, setting fire to the minds, forever pushing ahead. It seems as though that's the only way to get things done these days-to come without warning. If you give a warning, you'll get protested and legislated to death.

Iris Jade is very thought inducing.

2007-12-02T19:23:00.000-07:00

Funny, My grandma used to say "The Lord will never give you anything you can't handle."

I like to think that we have some say in what our plans are. Something like we have complete control over what we do and say-with no blame on anyone else. Like nothing is pre-determined unless we determine it. I like having that control over my life.
But then, it's always when those plans go awry that you find something you end up loving forever. Something you would have never even considered.
So...I don't know. Maybe there's this balance that God has created for us. Like he lets us have control, but if we start going in the wrong direction, he'll ruin our plans and show us what we really wanted to do.

I'm rambling and I really don't know. But I do know that what my grandma used to say gives me comfort in the whole thing: No matter what happens, you WILL be able to handle it.

2007-11-29T18:07:00.000-07:00

There are no bad hair days.

Just good hat days.

Weekend Warriors

2007-11-25T01:21:00.000-07:00

And our best friends.

The writers weren't kidding when they said all good things must end.
But then, some things are far too good

far too good to let go.
Some things and some lives are cut too short, too soon.

You never try to make the best of your time when you think you have plenty of it.

rest in peace, because your life was always in chaos.
Casey Calvert 1981-2007

playing with the type and alignment.

2007-11-08T20:14:00.000-07:00

Perhaps leaves fall simply

to carry away all that we
thought we needed to say.

And perhaps trees in this way
purify themselves each
year knowing that there is

No thought so large that it
cannot be written on the
smooth, plain surface
of but a single

leaf.

2007-11-01T20:25:00.000-07:00

I'm straggling already again. Like my feet are 10 paces behind the speed I want to go.
Dragging ass instead of hauling it.

This girl today was rocking socks with flip flops like it was a completely unakward thing to do. I thought that was fantastic.

2007-10-20T18:47:00.000-07:00

I had a delightful conversation with an elderly British couple on the bus today. It certainly brightened up an otherwise dull day. A subtle reminder that the world is much bigger and yet so closely knit together than anyone can fathom.

tooyoung/tooold,tooloud/tooquiet,tooshort/tootall,
tooboring/toooutgoing,toosimple/toocomplex for this life.

2007-09-28T06:49:00.000-07:00

The Academy Is...
a) A band.
b) A group of hooligans from Illinois(and one from Australia)
c) On their way to Tulsa to play music
d) On their way to Tulsa to cause destruction
e) Played a rockin' show in Albuquerque last night, even though the Sunshine pit could have held a good 200 kids more
f) All of the above

Your answer: f
Correct answer: f

Ding ding ding! You win.

2007-09-17T20:30:00.000-07:00

Sign of a good book:
I missed my bus stop this morning because I couldn't get my nose out of the story.

oops.

2007-09-11T20:20:00.000-07:00

Terrorism is not fought only by men in uniform.
It is not fought in only one country, by one country; it has no boundaries.
It s fought by everyone-armed or not. It is fought with the words and actions of every person against bad things.
It is fought by every person who decides to be kind instead of mean, generous instead of selfish, open-minded instead of stubborn, knowledgeable instead of ignorant.
Most important: It is fought.

6 years ago, my high school english teacher had us write poems about how we were feeling. At the bottom of my poem, I included the famous quote by Ann Frank, "Despite everything, I still believe people really are good at heart."
Every time I remember that I once truly believed that, it makes me want to believe it again.

lolwut

2007-08-06T20:15:00.000-07:00

So, we're playing on isketch. And one of the clues was "Not Over, but______" Clearly, the answer to this simple riddle is "under." But I went another direction and said "during."

fantastic.

Salem.

2007-08-01T14:10:00.000-07:00

Today, a 4-year-old girl named Salem opened my eyes.
She sat down in front of me, promptly turned around and introduced herself.Hi I'm Salem! Who are you?
She asked me what I was doing Looking out the window
And then provided some commentary on the blurring scenery, Trees! People! Cheese!(lol,it was a Pizza Hut) Buildings! Cars! while asking questions about things she'd never seen before What's that?
I got off the bus and she bid me farewell Bye!.
All throughout the day, I've been hearing this little voice in my head as I walk by things Ants! Freshmen! Trees!

I am acutely aware of just how unaware of my surroundings I was.

Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.

2007-07-29T14:04:00.000-07:00

"I wish none of this had ever happened."
"So do all who live to see such times. All you have to decide is what to do with the time that's given to you. There are other forces at work in the world besides the will of evil."

LOTR day &hearts

2007-07-26T19:01:00.000-07:00

The end of every semester feels like the end of an era.

The Warmth.

2007-07-20T18:55:00.001-07:00

I hate feeling like a hypocrite, but there's nothing I can do and that makes me hate it even more.
I hate not being able to feel ok, but I refuse to rely on pharmaceuticals.
And then I think about how all the hate is ridiculous. For some reason, all the bad things overshadow the good and that makes no sense. It makes no sense that there's a half hour show every night about all the crime that happened that day, and I have to search the corners of the internet to find news of people doing good.

I think I just might have to change that.

List.

2007-07-08T16:19:00.000-07:00

I made a list.

Things that make everything better.

1)Underwear straight from the dryer
2)Seeing someone be nice to a stranger (holding the door open and whatnot)
3)Buying something on sale
4)Hearing a good song for the first time
5)Watching my cat curl up in a little ball and sleep
6)The smell of dryer sheets.
7)Burying yourself under your bed covers on a cold night.
8)Singing along with your friends to your favorite song(s)
9)Surprising people
10)Shaved legs on clean sheets
11)The inspiration you get after watching a really good movie
12)When song lyrics are printed inside your CD so you can sing along without feeling stupid.
13)Laughing so hard you cry
14)Being squished in the back of a car
15)Boys that smell good
16)Listening to a song I haven't heard in awhile
17)Having someone compliment you on something you're unsure about
18)Afternoon thunder
19)Looking back at old pictures that bring back good memories
20)Taking walks
21)Going to the library and checking out some new books
22)Playing frisbee
23)Watching the sun set
24)Running through sprinklers on hot days
25)Car washes
26)Making eye contact with random people in the street and smiling just because
27)Eating and talking at the table with family
28)Pete Wentz's real laugh-he sounds like Goofy.
29)Seeing elderly couples hold hands
30)Watching little kids playing around with bubbles.
31)Coloring.
32)Going up to a place to see the stars/city lights.
33)When I make obscure pop culture references and people understand them
34)Robots
35)Finding money in the pockets of old clothing
36)The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
37)Road trips.
38)The ride home after a good concert
39)Getting a letter through snail-mail.
40)The smell of a new cd booklet and listening to a cd for the first time, uninterrupted.
41)TAI TV.
42)Hand claps in songs
43)When my room is clean and I can find things
44)Listening to songs I used to love and still know all the words to
45)Making lists.

Of course...

2007-06-20T09:44:00.000-07:00

So, I just made a line graph entitlted "changes in the level of skaniness during one year-Albuquerque."

My research showed that the level of skaniness of females in Albuquerque jumps significantly and stays at the maximum level throughout the months of June,July and August.
Interesting.

Yes, I know it's hot outside, but that does not mean that I want to see your ass cheeks hanging out the bottom of your "shorts."

Lake Tippecanoe

2007-05-20T19:07:00.000-07:00

She spent the morning sitting in the park and sipping a cup of tea while softly humming to herself. She thought about the time when she was seven years old, and her family was on vacation at a relative's house they visited that summer on a lake, and her cousin was complaining that he'd forgotten his favorite mix tape at home. And in the shadow of the little wooden house, in the fading sunlight just after dinner, staring out at the overdeveloped coastline of a green-gray body of water with some Native American name she could never remember, she realized that not everyone had music in their heads, and she couldn't imagine how people lived like that.

2007-04-24T21:47:00.000-07:00

I was about to come on here and complain about how I think I've lost my shadow and how I feel invisible.
But American Idol came on (lolshutup) and they're doing this show to raise money to give to poor kids in Africa.

And suddenly, my ability to disappear in a crowd doesn't seem as important as kids who struggle to be heard, but nobody's listening.

I wish I could give them more than 80 cents a day. It's amazing to see the hell they live in and then see them smile.

The wall screamed and humpty tumbled down in shock, shattering into a million sparkling pieces.

:)

2007-04-02T21:05:00.000-07:00

The things that keep me going every day are the things I can't bring myself to write about. I'll never find the right words.

You're one of those things. As long as you stick around, I'll be ok.

You've got this silly way of keeping me on the edge of my seat, eyes wide open, heart beating faster.

My own 3-ring circus

2007-03-30T23:22:00.000-07:00

I did the best imitation of myself today.
I'm getting pretty good at it. I've got the smile down, perfected.

Performing for a limited time only, folks! Get your tickets!

Radioactive Man and Fallout Boy!

2007-03-29T16:45:00.000-07:00

So, I'm here at work and some lady comes up with her son. While she's searching for her ID, her son-probably around 6 years old- promptly pointed to my Fall Out Boy(from the simpson's) shirt and proclaimed "I want to be Fall Out Boy when I grow up!"

Fantastic. My childhood dreams were much less interesting; I just wanted to be rich.

2007-03-24T22:03:00.000-07:00

I don't have a B Plan. I don't even have
an A Plan for this.

I never thought I'd have to plan this far ahead. And now I'm here, with no plan, no rules, no instructions.

And it scares the shit out of me.

New York eyes, Chicago thighs

2007-02-10T23:20:00.000-07:00

Fresh year, fresh music.
The same old touch with a new blood rush.
They'll never understand how much a small line in one song means to us.

Crowds are won and lost and won again, but our hearts beat for the diehards

Da Beeearrss

2007-02-02T15:08:00.000-07:00

I don't even really like football.
It's amazing and kind of silly how a meaningless game makes me feel homesick.
Silly how we socialize ourselves to support a group of people in tight pants because they supposedly represent your state-even though half of them are only there because they've been traded from a team on the other side of the country.
And yet, as I watch from 1.500 miles away, I'll call my grandmother and old high school chums and yell out "Da Bears!" when appropriate.

Afterall, it's only a game. Right?

...

2007-01-11T04:34:00.000-07:00

Where would I go to, even if I could go home?

Homesick for a place that doesn't exist anymore.
Hoping my memories don't dilapidate with the reality.

Run-on Post! Paragraphs are for the weak.

2007-01-07T02:20:00.000-07:00

FOE With TEN, FOB and NFG!
First of all, nothing enhances the concert experience than making fun of little skinny scene girls for 6 hours in the biting cold with kids you just met. Second, Sunshine Theater's security can kiss my frozen behind. And Pete's. And anyone involved for that matter. Anyway, the concert was awesome. Permanent Me was adorable-catchy music, cute boys. The Early November-the same. New Found Glory rocked the house as always. Jordan's hair was the "highlight"-pun intended- of their set. I have a theory. He got bored and had a supply of bleach pens. Fall Out Boy... Say what you want about them being 'poppunk' or 'emo', those kids put on a fucking rock n' roll show! I'm talking like "arrghh!" rock n' roll! Complete with crowd sing alongs, surfers, circle pits and a fight. Yes. A fight. The boys were wearing their 'mismatched' names shirts. Joe=Andy, Pete=Joe, Andy=Patrick,Patrick=Pete. Fun times. They seemed so much more energetic than I have ever seen them. Pete seemed happy to be on tour. The boy had glitter on his fuzzy jacket. How he can get away with being straight, I'll never know. They played-not in order and missing a few: Tell that mick Baby Grand theft autumn Thriller-rocking new song! Arms race Dance Sugar XO Champagne Growing up (!) Saturday Saturday was the scene of the fight. Pete invited fans to come up on stage during Saturday. Charlie was ok with this. He helped! Sunshine's security didn't seem pleased. probably missed something, but a sunshine security guy threw some punches at Charlie. Charlie punched back. They ended up on the floor, Pete jumped in-threw some punches of his own. AWESOME. Pete said "nobody fucks with Fall Out Boy's friends!". The crowd agreed. I just want to say something. If Fall Out Boy's security and Fall Out Boy themselves believe they are safe stage diving-then they probably are. Some-and by some, I mean sunshine's security- guys need to get that little cocky stick out of their asses. Pete has done this many times and he has survived. Your attitude was not needed. After most the stage was cleared, Erin and I saw Andy trying to get to the guy as well. LOL. We screamed out "Get him Andy!" Seriously. Unleash some angry vegan on that guy's ass, and he'll never get cocky again. In closing-the concert was awesome, Fall Out Boy rocked my fucking socks off, and Sunshine's security sucks. :D More highlights: New Found Glory walked right past the line of kids to get pizza and right past us back onto the bus. Nobody said anything! lol Erin and I were like "Was that New Found Glory? Getting pizza?" And nobody yelled their names or anything. It surprised me. One more: Some girl asked Patrick if she could have his hat, Pete said 'probably not', so she gave Patrick her hat. He put it on backward over his hat and it looked adorable. :)

-

2006-12-08T16:42:00.000-07:00

Rosy cheeks and white flakes in your hair make you seem more innocent than I know you are.

2006-11-22T00:18:00.000-07:00

Two can play at your game.
But I'd rather sit in the stands and watch you try to play defense against yourself.

Nerdy analogies

2006-11-16T18:22:00.000-07:00

The strongest Jedi's were tempted by the Dark Side and resisted.

What would have happened if the tin-man hadn't helped Dorothy? If Samwise Gamgee had given up on the quest?
Half of me wants to let her get lost, crash and burn. The other half doesn't want to give up on her, but even when I try to help her, she ignores me.
If you keep following the wicked witch, you'll never know what's at the end of the yellow-brick road.

I've seen sinking ships go down with more grace than you.

Writing like I have no papers due.

2006-11-15T22:42:00.000-07:00

Thought dump for a class assignment. I had to put emotion on an inanimate object. Afterward, I fixed the chair.

"The back of the chair lays thrown carelessly on the floor as if someone got angry at it and ripped it off. It's originator,spine exposed to all the world. The chair looks naked and awkward with its back laying lifeless next to it.
A chair cannot be functional with only 1 leg. But a chair cannot be happy with its back support laying helpless on the floor. A happy chair is a functional chair."

iJammin

2006-11-06T22:06:00.000-07:00

Full moon presiding over an eerily quiet night.It makes me anxious.
Calm before the storm?
Eye of the storm?
Did I miss the storm?

My perfect boy would have one quality: The ability to slow down time.
My technology is surpassing
me. iJam keeps selecting Christmas songs.

Time is hurdling toward the end of the year and my parachute is malfunctioning

language leech

2006-09-29T23:49:00.000-07:00

Language is a virus. We are merely the hosts.
The human dies, but the written word, the virus carries on, implanting itself into a new life-form.

I don't know where I'm going with this.

Tired kids and wired eyes

2006-08-31T16:37:00.000-07:00

Trapped in a revolving door to the building that houses hurt and confusion on all floors.
Stuck between the lobby and the sidewalk. The outside world or the strange comfort of the florescent lights and tile floors?
He's only capable of love in 30 minute increments. She loves continuously.
The placebos to each other's loneliness.

2006-08-30T23:44:00.000-07:00

I've noticed a lot of people on campus that don't agree with the current governement. I also notice a lot of people not doing anything about it. What of the people of yesteryear? If people didn't like the government, they marched right up to the seat and changed things.
What of the people now? I see people complaining, but no action. Apathy? A feeling of worthlessness?
I know, I'm one of the "I take issue with certain things, but I'm not running for president to try to change things,", but I don't see anyone else doing it either. What happened to proactivity?
Remember: People shouldn't be afraid of their government; governement should be afraid of its people.

Well tough shit

2006-08-21T19:59:00.000-07:00

You think I'm cold and stubborn, but compared to the rest of the world, I've got a heart of fucking gold.

You know, for a "ghetto New York City" girl, you're awfully soft.

2006-08-12T17:10:00.000-07:00

There's just something about laying in the grass on a nice sunny day reading a book full of words you wish you had written.
Something tells me the boy for me is doing the same thing right now.
But if we keep our noses buried in books, how will we ever meet?

Lost and found

2006-07-27T23:39:00.000-07:00

Yesterday afternoon produced an angry rain shower and a sopping wet dog in our bathroom.
It was the kind of rain that seemed like it was raining out of anger of something. The kind of raindrops that seemed like they might break the glass when they hit. The kind that make a 'splat' noise and then break into thousands of tiny droplets, because of the force of the impact.
On our way home from the store in the angry rain, we passed a tiny dog walking down the sidewalk. Normally, we wouldn't have done anything. But it was raining and the dog looked pathetic. When we pulled over, the dog took shelter under the car and I had to coax it out, and into the front seat. He still has all his male parts, which leads me to believe he's not nuetered, he has no collar, but he's much to well behaved and people friendly to be a stray. He's also practically housebroken.
After putting up signs after the rain rested it's rampage, I decided to use the 'zip code search' on myspace and ask around there. Nobody was missing a dog, but I did get an offer from a girl who lives nearby to take him if nobody claims him in a week.
He's a cute dog, we just can't keep him.
Oh, the wonders of myspace. I wonder, though. Will someone write a news article on this? "Girl gives dog away using myspace"?
I'm reminded of the song sang at the end of Napoleon Dynamite. "I love you. But not as much as technology. Always and Forever."

late-night tension

2006-07-25T23:33:00.000-07:00

Do I like being the one that has to be the 'cold-hearted, bitchy' friend? No. Do I like having to be the one that has to yell at my friends when they do something stupid? No. Do I like having her mad at me? Of course not. But someone has too. Someone has to tell them, even if they don't listen.
Of course I have feelings. It kills me to see friends go through the same hurt over and over and over again. I certainly don't enjoy it when they continously break up. But someone has to be the one to forget the heart and listen to the head when it says "it's happened 15 times before. Chances are, it'll happen again."
I don't like it when I have to go to sleep knowing she's not happy with me. But I'd rather go through that awkwardness than have to see her crying over the same guy a few months from now. It's getting ridiculous. I couldn't help but yell at her.
I think I'll just stick with being the tin-man for now. I just wish Dorothy would take my advice. Just this once.

Thoughts from the Mesa

2006-07-22T21:29:00.000-07:00

There's something about the night air that is so much better than daytime air.
Essentially, nothing has changed. But the feeling is different.
The night air seems more pure. A little colder and more moist. The night air doesn't try to suck all of the moisture out of my body.
The breeze is different too. Blowing the troubles of the day away and leaving my mind calm. Almost a naive feeling breeze. Not aware, nor caring about what tomorrow might bring, just making sure that the air is clear while the city sleeps.
The city seems more defined in the dark. The city lights reflected in the stars I can see from the mesa. Everything twinkles in the night air. The sky, the city, even the people, all dressed up to dance in the carefree breeze.
As much as I enjoy contemplating the personality of the night air, it soon calms me to sleep.

Doosh,Doosh,Doosh

2006-07-14T13:20:00.000-07:00

So last Thursday I went to a club. A night club. With dancing. And a bar. A real club. The first one I've ever been too, as a patron. It was 'goth night'.
I only went because it was free since I was 21, and I was having an urge to socialize. These urges don't come often, so I figured I should act on it.
It was an interesting experience, but I don't think I'd go again.
1) Goth kids dance funny.
2) Some of them are kind of rude.
3) The ones that don't dance sit in a corner and mope.
4) It was incredibly smokey. The patrons were allowed to smoke inside the establishment and I wouldn't be suprised if I contracted some second hand smoke disease from spending a few hours there. So Erin and I went outside for a while to get some fresh air and people were smoking out there as well.
But we did meet a very nice gay boy-Ryan, I believe was his name. He gave Erin and I advice on how to get the nice pre-med and law students at UNM because, quote "Those goth boys don't have jobs or ambition."
The advice:
1)Get a cute pair of jeans
2)A lime green t-shirt
3)Some pointy shoes to wear with the jeans
4)A big purse
5)And white eyeshadow under the eyebrow.
Nice boy, that Ryan. I'm thinking of taking his advice and see if I can catch me a pre-doctor.

thump

2006-06-11T14:05:00.000-07:00

I love live music. There's just something about being thisclose to the music. You can see the vibrations of the drum set, you can see the emotion on the singer's face, you see the precise second when a mistake is made. You can see the split second frustration face the guitarist makes when he misses a note, and then flawlessly keeps going, not missing a beat.
My chest is still hurting from being so close to the bassist that my heart was thumping that beat instead of its usual one. It's probably not healthy that my chest still hurts, and it kind of feels like my heart might explode soon. But I know that it'll go away soon, and the thought makes me sad.
The festival (www.hyperactivemusicmag.com) went pretty damn good, considering it was its first year. We had some mix ups with the venues, a couple of bands didn't show, but things went well. We're hoping that we'll get to continue doing it, and that maybe it can become our own, better and more awesome South by southwest.
Sometimes, I wish that the local bands, containing people I know personally, would stay local. But I also know that they deserve to get world-wide credit, and I feel bad for wanting to keep them all to myself.

Hit by a Bus
The Mindy Set
Fielding
The Story Changes
The Giranimals

Implausibilities.

2006-05-27T23:01:00.000-07:00

Listen to the musnt's, child.
Listen to the don'ts.
Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts.
Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me;
Anything can happen, child.
Anything can be

-Shel Silverstein

Ethel...

2006-04-26T16:26:00.000-07:00

Why do we have cemeteries? Why do we keep a stone and a casket full of bones in a field? It strikes me as a little contradictory. We-as in our culture- always talk about closure and moving on with our lives after loved ones die. And yet, we insist on keeping these memorials around, visiting them religiously and decorating them. It seems deductive to closure. And why do we decorate the graves? It's just stone afterall. We spend all this money getting the best, biggest and prettiest stone for someone who's never going to be able to appreciate it.
The whole thing is just another display of wealth and faux sympathy. We want to appear like we really cared for this person, but really we just want to show the other families that we cared more than they did because our stone is bigger. But you never see those people at the deceased's grave.
I found it ironic that the person who visited the grave across the street always went to this particular small, groddy, worn stone. I find myself hoping that the man wasn't apologizing for not being able to get "Ethel stonetoworntotell 1928-1989" a better, more flashy stone. Ethel knows you care, old man. Not because you were able to get a giant piece of granite, but because you still visit, after all these years.
Although, it depresses me that old man will never get closure because you're still there, bones in a time-capsule, name on a stone.

man-friend

2006-04-20T20:02:00.000-07:00

My dad keeps bugging me to start looking for a boyfriend. And Ronnie thinks I'm gay because I'm just not interested. I'm not gay. I love penises. They're interesting looking. I just don't have the time. I'm a full time students,with a job-soon- and a family and chores. I barely have time to hang out with my friends, I sure as hell don't have time to worry about a clingy-college, immature, sex-driven BOY.
And it's not that I don't want a loving, caring male to cuddle with and tell me I'm pretty, I'm just very picky. And not just normal picky. I have A List. A long one. I can afford to be picky! Now when I'm 30ish and still not married, maybe I'll cross some things off. But right now? I'm looking for someone who can match ALL of my requirements.
And along with that pickyness, I also just don't feel like it. I have my list, I'm just to tired to go shopping. And right now, it'd be like going to the mall on a Saturday afternoon. Crowded, all the good stuff taken, only the inexperienced high school sales people to help. No, I want to go shopping on a Thursday morning. Great selection, not to crowded with the experienced cashier and all day to try stuff on and make sure it fits right.
These undergraduate boys, just don't have everything on my list.
Maybe I should start shopping in the graduate section.

daddy's girl much?

2006-04-06T18:33:00.000-07:00

I miss my dad. I'm glad he's coming back today. It's weird, I never saw my dad much growing up so I thought I'd be fine when he took this job-travelling some. But I guess seeing him constantly over these past 3 years has spoiled me. He's only been away for 4 days and I can't wait until he gets home.
His birthday is tomorrow! Yay Daddy!
I'm wearing his jacket right now. It fits oddly.
I feel like such a little girl.
Dad=<3

The Chickens! They've escaped!

2006-03-22T18:49:00.000-07:00

So, our Lit professor wanted us to write about what we remember about dinner/the kitchen from when we were younger. So, I started thinking about my grandma's kitchen, and all I remember about it is Chickens. Everywhere. She had it decorated in this really old fashioned style with chicken print everything. On the tablecloth, the curtains, magnets, canisters, she even had this big spoon thingy with a chicken on it in the middle of the stove.
And I remember how during fall and spring break, she would get me to clean the kitchen cabinets with this really strong orange smelling solution she would make, and she would have me get up on the counters to get to the high cabinets. I remember being scared I was going to fall, because the counters were skinny. I never fell.
I remember this huge jug we had in the corner, to keep pennies in. But now that I think about it, it really wasn't that big. It was just that I was about 2
feet shorter.
Now that I really think about it, I don't have one bad memory in that kitchen. Out of all the bad memories I have of that house, those people, none of them happened in that kitchen. It's like it was neutral ground.
I've decided that even though that kitchen was ugly, I'm going to decorate my kitchen like that. Maybe even get one of those spoon thingys to put on the stove. Maybe even figure out what it's for.

Whip it.

2006-02-22T21:15:00.000-07:00

I just whipped up some pudding. I whipped it. I whipped it good. I shaped it up. It's not to late. To whip it.

Word disection:
Pudd-ing. The fact that it has an 'ing' at the end, suggest that 'pudd' is a verb. What would 'pudd' be? It sounds like a type of dance. Do the Pudd! But who decided that you should take the pudd- do the pudd, making the term for what you would be doing, pudding, and make into the word for something you would eat?

mmmmasochism

2006-01-30T09:54:00.000-07:00

In some weird, masochistic way, I guess I kind of like the pain. It reminds me that while the rest of my body is frozen numb from the early morning sunlessness, I am, in fact, still alive.

But then, I get home, I thaw and my knee is still screaming at me "help me! I'm hurt!" And I have to think "Something I'm doing while I'm running is hurting my knee."
So I make a list:
1) Maybe I run funny.
- then..no can't be that. I run normally. I think...
2) Maybe its the cold making it throb in agony
- can't be that. I run all the time in the cold and it only started happening when....
AHA!
3) Maybe its because I've developed a love for running in barely there shoes. This can't be good for my knee joint, right?

So, as much as I enjoy running in thin-as-ballet-shoes shoes, if I want to keep my knee in tact, I'm going to have to suck it up and dig out my running shoes.

prefect? perfect

2006-01-25T20:07:00.000-07:00

I'm in love. With the weather today. Perfect.
It snowed. But not to much to get everything slick. Just enough to make everyone get little white flecks on them.
I love it.

I love the irony in having to take off my glasses to see. I love the temperature- cold, but warmer than it was yesterday, because of the moisture in the air.

<3.

Sunrise Log

2006-01-20T09:35:00.000-07:00

I witnessed the coolest sunrise this morning.
The sun comes up from behind the mountain, where clouds were sitting uptop of.
At first, the sun just light up the bottom of the clouds, leaving the top dark, but the bottom a vibrant orange. Then, as the sun came up behind the clouds, it highlighted the outer edges of them, making it look like the sun was being eclipsed by something thicker than clouds.

It was awesome.

laughter keeps you young

2005-12-25T00:43:00.000-07:00

Have you ever tried to tell a funny story that happened with your friends to someone else?
And then after you relate it, you hear it again, and they don't laugh...
Then you have to think
a) maybe I told it wrong
b) maybe it wasn't funny afterall
c) maybe you just had to be there.
But it had to be funny, because your best friend did that laugh she does when something's really funny, and you didn't tell it wrong because you remember all the details. You must have just had to be there.

I wonder if when we're really old, will we still be telling the same stories and laughing about them?
Will we remember all the details? Or will it just be one of those
"Hey, you remember that one art teacher?"
"haha yeah. Remember that thing with his dog?"
And then you all laugh, when in reality, nobody remembers the art teacher's name, or the thing with the dog, we'll just remember that at one point in time, the subject made your friend do that funny laugh, even if she doesn't do it quite the same in her old age.
But we'll all remember that we laughed. So it must have been funny.

Maybe when we're old, the exact memory won't matter, because we can't remember it anyhow.
It won't be the memory of the event, but the memory that we laughed.

But, In the end, I guess, that's the most important memory, isn't it?

sigh

2005-12-10T19:57:00.000-07:00

"Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
...
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
Thou dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp"

Winter= <3

on purpose

2005-11-07T16:54:00.000-07:00

I love the duckpond.
A grass circular space, with trees abounding and a lovely pond.

A nice little oxygen oasis in the middle of a stucco desert.

I like that so many people enjoy it, but sometimes I wish I had a small space of it all to myself.

Because today all I wanted to do was take off my shoes and sing off key, on purpose.

To many judging people in this city, not enough space to get away from them.

Today, I wished I could go back.
Back to where I could go out, on my family's property and scream out as loud as I could, and only have a cow hear me.

2005-10-17T17:06:00.000-07:00

It rained today.
Hard.
But then, the sun came out, and presented the drenched city with a full double rainbow.
From the park and ride(I swear, you can see the whole city from up there) it looked like they stretched from my little housing area, to the Journal Pavillion. All the way across the city.
It was amazing.

PenName

A Guide to Internet-Stalking.

The Fourth Kind.

Smokey McSmokerson aka "Smokeymon."

:(

The Bad News Blog.

carry my books?

When anywhere was home

hahaha

History.

Introspectivness and ego ahead

decisions, decisions.

strange times, my friend.

hahaha

Another List

Barack-roll

lightning storm vs. lightning bugs.

mccain

day before.

word.

Montreal, Ontario?

when the day met the night.

luck?

wtf?

time

say what?

...

where would I go even if I could go home?

Pearl wants her rent!

Tip of the season.

The 8 Blogs of Hanukkah- Night 3

The 8 Blogs of Hanukka- Night 2

The 8 blogs of Hanukkah - Night 1

Iris Jade is very thought inducing.

Weekend Warriors

playing with the type and alignment.

lolwut

Salem.

Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.

The Warmth.

List.

Of course...

Lake Tippecanoe

:)

My own 3-ring circus

Radioactive Man and Fallout Boy!

New York eyes, Chicago thighs

Da Beeearrss

...

Run-on Post! Paragraphs are for the weak.

-

Nerdy analogies

Writing like I have no papers due.

iJammin

language leech

Tired kids and wired eyes

Well tough shit

Lost and found

late-night tension

Thoughts from the Mesa

Doosh,Doosh,Doosh

thump

Implausibilities.

Ethel...

man-friend

daddy's girl much?

The Chickens! They've escaped!

Whip it.

mmmmasochism

prefect? perfect

Sunrise Log

laughter keeps you young

*sigh*

on purpose

sigh