Monday, June 27, 2011

Cheesy but Beautiful

1. I'm rereading the seventh Harry Potter book, although it's almost like reading it for the first time. See, it came out the day that I got my wisdom teeth out. Jaws swollen like a chipmunk, cheeks bruised, gums still bleeding and hopped up on Vicodin, I read the entire book in one night. My memories of its contents are extremely disjointed, and I think I made some of them up. Anyway, it's been enjoyable to relive the experience, this time more cognizant. But damn, it's pretty scary.

2. Possibly the cheesiest Mountain Goats song ever written, but I still love it:

3. Since we're doing cheesy but beautiful, here's a poem!

The Journey
Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Wine and Fruit Juice

1. When something moves me (usually music, especially live, sometimes movies, tv shows, or even movie trailers and commercials occasionally), I get chills and the hair stands up on my arms. Sometimes this happens even when I don't consciously find something powerful (see: commercials), but I guess some part of me does. I'm really glad that this happens.

2. "Last night I mixed some wine and fruit juice; I don't remember a thing that was on the news. I think I'll do the same tonight." - Mom

3. Starsky the otter juggling a stone! Watch the whole thing, he's got a variety of juggling styles.

4. My favorite song so far from the new album:

Saturday, June 25, 2011

New York

the Empire State Building's got pride
Hello, blogosphere.
Last night the New York State senate voted for the Marriage Equality Act, giving same sex couples the right to marry in New York. I've said before that gay marriage is not my number one priority when it comes to gay rights, if I were in charge of the gay agenda we would have started with issues of employment, hate crime legislation, and gender expression nondiscrimination.
But I'm still really freaking excited that I can now get married in my home state. It's like Cuomo said - it's less about marriage and more about equality. This is a huge step towards acknowledging that a person's sexual orientation in no way affects their rights as Americans and human beings.

 Last night I said that if the NYS senate passed the Marriage Equality Act I would find a cigar and smoke it in celebration. Cigars are gross, readers. So I smoked it a little bit, but mostly posed for silly pictures (note that I am wearing my lovely NY state pendant):
I decided to save the rest of the cigar to put in my memory box, and foolishly put it in my leather purse for safe keeping. Oh the lack of forethought. Oh the stench.

New York Times article, the Road to Gay Marriage

Slideshow from last night on the NY Times.
“I cannot deny a person, a human being, a taxpayer, a worker, the people of my district and across this state, the State of New York, and those people who make this the great state that it is the same rights that I have with my wife.” -  Senator Mark J. Grisanti, a Republican from Buffalo,  33rd vote for the bill.

Friday, June 24, 2011

Old Pictures

When I was visiting my parents last weekend, I took the opportunity to go through some old photo albums and do some scanning. I put many pictures on facebook, but here are a few of the priceless ones:
That's my butt. No mistaking it.

Anna (smiling at the camera) got a french braid, but Laurel (scowling all the way to the left) did not have enough hair, so she got a consolation hairdo, not as nice as a french braid.
My cousin Janice and her dad.
Anna looking very proud of her snow man.
Meghan and Laurel roasting marshmallows in pajamas.
Cuddle time with the sisters (I'm in the middle).
Felisa graciously receives her birthday wishes.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Coffee ice cubes!

1. Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close is one of my favorite books ever (sorry, Norah). In it, the eight year old protagonist asks for an iced coffee with coffee ice cubes so that when they melt the coffee doesn't get all watery. The barista says they don't have coffee ice cubes. Oscar says, exactly.
When I order iced coffee, I always ask for the minimum amount of ice, otherwise they usually fill a cup with ice and then pour in only a small amount of coffee. It pisses me off.
TODAY I went to the coffee shop above the used bookstore on the Commons, and ordered an iced coffee. I was about to tell him to only use a few ice cubes, when he asked "Regular ice cubes or coffee ice cubes?" I must have responded "coffee ice cubes!" gleefully, because he laughed at me (in a friendly way). Seriously. It made my day, maybe my week. I even told the guy at the auto body shop about it (he was appropriately impressed, if not as excited as I was).

2. An interesting article in the NY Times about a mental illness expert and her own experience with mental illness.

3. Another interesting article about the evolution of gender in our society - I say "evolution" rather than "end," because that is my personal definition of what is happening. I don't believe that gender, being a complicated interaction between societal norms and biological factors, will ever "end," but I do think that our conceptualization of it is always changing, and that there is currently a shift towards a more fluid expression and discussion of gender.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Why couldn't fall movies come out in the summer?

1. With all of my bitching about winter and cold and snow, I forgot that I also don't really like summer that much. It's hot. I really like the idea of summer. I like summer activities: watching baseball, drinking beer and mojitos, blizzards from Dairy Queen, sleeping late, fireworks, fireflies, the ocean, thai burritos, the toppings that get put on hot dogs and hamburgers, seeing movies that you wouldn't normally see but you see now because it's summer and in summer you go to the movies. I also like to complain about the heat, being bored, having to shave regularly, sand all up in my business, sun burn, and not being able to find bathing suits that contain what must be contained and also look attractive.
I also like summer music!
Here are some songs that make me think of summers past:
- Send Me On My Way by Rusted Root, and basically any song from their album When I Woke
- the Pulp Fiction soundtrack. Also the Now and Then soundtrack.
- Ride Wit Me - Nelly
- Little Plastic Castle - Ani Difranco
That's all I can think of right now. What songs remind you of summer?

2. the Swing Project


Monday, June 20, 2011

Can you hear the drums, Fernando?

1. The bagel place in New Ro where you can get a bagel with cream cheese and a snapple (the last peach snapple) for $3.03.

2. Driving back from visiting my folks for the weekend, I got stuck in traffic. Real stuck. So I rolled down the windows, put on my Blondie genius playlist, ate my bagel and danced behind the wheel. For forty five minutes. The most fun was this song:
The rest of the drive was not as fun, as the traffic jam was early on in the trip and the combination of dancing and waiting wore me out. So that's all for today.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

"It still has your teeth marks in it!"


2. I was watching the Daily Show on Hulu, and an ad came up that said "Helen, we think that you would like 'Dorm Life.'" My first response was "You don't know me!" but I clicked on it anyway, and ended up really enjoying it.

3. I just love how Lady Gaga loves her fans.

The Foxhole Manifesto
by Jeffrey McDaniels 

The first god I remember was a Santa Claus god, who you only
    turned to around Christmas time,
who you tried to butter up, and then got mad at if you didn’t
   get what you wanted.
That didn’t make sense. I knew if there was a god, he could see
   through us, like we were made
out of cellophane, like he could stare directly into our hearts,
   the way we look into an aquarium,
like he’d know what was floating around in there, like he might be
   the one feeding it.

Then there were those people who used god to threaten you,
   saying, “You better
be careful - god’s watching,” like god was a badass hillbilly
   sitting in some cloud
with a pair of binoculars, a cotton candy beard, a six pack,
   and a shot gun.

Then i saw people who had Jesus’s name on their bumper sticker,
   like he was running for president.
And sometimes those people with Jesus on their bumper sticker
   would cut you off
on the freeway and give you the finger, which is very different
   from lending you a hand.

Then there were people on television, dressed in weird clothes
   and scary make-up, swearing
they had the secret to god, like god was a keyhole and their eyeball
   was pressed to it, and if I just
gave ‘em some money they’d let me look, and then I could see god
   just hanging around in his boxer shorts,
and though I liked the idea of spying on god, I began to wonder
   if the world would be a healthier place
if the Romans had just put up with Jesus and let him die of old age.

And then there were the football players, kneeling down in front
   of everybody, thanking god,
like he was their best friend, but then they’d jump up and spike
   the ball, yell “I’m number one!”
and I’d be confused, because if you’re number one, then
   what number is god?

Then I saw politicians trotting god out on a leash, like a racehorse
   they wanted to hop on
and ride to the finish line. But if they lost it would be god’s fault,
   and god would be the donkey
they’d pin all their problems on, and that was very nice of god:
   to be both a race horse and a donkey.

And then there were those who said, “You better be good on Earth
   if you wanna get into heaven,”
like heaven was the United States, and Earth was Mexico, and angels
   were border patrol. Like when you die
you sit in a parked car on the outskirts of heaven, the engine idling,
   your soul in the back seat in one of those kennels
used to carry small dogs on airplanes, as you listen to the radio to all
   the people you ever wronged testify against you.

And then there was the church, which was like this cafeteria, where
   they served god to you on these very
un-godlike plates, but I wanted my god pure, and not watered down
   by human beings, so I just had one of those
catastrophe gods - you know, the one you only turn to in an emergency,
   like god’s the national guard you call in
to clean up the earthquake of your life. So I got drunk one night,
   drove home, passed out behind the wheel,
woke, going sixty straight at a brick wall, slammed the breaks, heart
   banging like a wrecking ball in my chest,
staring at death’s face in the bricks, close enough to see we had
   the same cheekbones.

Now I have a god who’s like a mechanic who can fix anything,
   so when I wanna chew somebody’s head off
like a saltwater taffy, or amputate my DNA, or open my wrists
   like windows that have been painted shut,
I just put my soul into a box, like a busted computer, and haul it in.
   And he never asks to see my paperwork,
or says my warranty has expired. And I walk out feeling better.
   And I don’t care if he doesn’t exist.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Jack and the Beanstalk

1. I haven't tried any of these, but I want to: 7 Recipes to Eat During REALLY Hot Weather


3. This kid has got the moves.

4. Sprouts.

5. Kiki Smith is one of my favorite artists period. More about her and her work here.
Kiki Smith - Lilith (1994)

Sunday, June 12, 2011

"the taco is a most versatile fruit"

from unhappy hipsters

2.  Well shoot, I now realize how little I actually knew/understood about the internet.

3. Today my dad told me "You're more impressive every year I know you." Thanks, dad.

4. Here's the thing, recently the main thing that I like is watching my drunk kitchen videos, over and over and over again. I know that I've already blogged about them, but I want to remind you that I love them.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Hot Weather Snacks


2. Ice pops!

3.  I like this song so much that I forgive it for talking about teeth. (For those of you who don't know, teeth kind of creep me out. Not when they're in your mouth being fully functional and healthy, but when they are not in a mouth, or when they are damaged or unhealthy).

4. Karaoke!

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Reverse Graffiti

1. Reverse graffiti. These folks make street art by washing the dirt off of walls.

2. Check out this chrome experiment. It makes art so easy!

3. Days that look like this. Today didn't look like this, but the fact that some days could potentially look like this is enough. Except with a better book, I kept waiting for that book to get good but it never did.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Ithaca Fest

I've had a great weekend hanging out with my parents, and spending time at Ithaca Fest. I'm all tuckered out, so for today here are some pictures from the parade and part of Ithaca Fest. 
in the parade, the Waldorf School had a May  poll. Of course.
I don't know how to accurately communicate why this was my favorite part of the parade, there was just something really freaking hilarious and perfect about these two teenage boys rocking out to the fiddle music.

Bag Man.
Men dancing with chainsaws.

Laura and Liz dancing.

My two favorite festival dancers. These folks had stamina. And style, obviously.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Mozzarella Sticks

1. My Drunk Kitchen. Can't get enough. My favorite:

2. I watched this clip just a few days ago, and I catch myself doing the exact thing he's talking about. Streaming free video of True Blood, it's slow to load, I get all kerfuffled, and then I remember: I'm watching tv,  for free, on the internet, using wireless, on my lap top.

3. A nice little gesture from President Obama. 

4. This weekend is Ithaca Fest. Yesterday there was a parade that included lots of dogs and men dancing with chainsaws. Today I watched a lot of middle aged to elderly hippies dance to live music. It was the best.


Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Eric Northman, Cloth Diapers, the National, and Crazy Straws

1. I was feeling a little down about the end of the season for my favorite tv shows, and then I remembered... True Blood. So I'm rewatching the last season in preparation for the premiere in a few weeks. It's bloody, over-sexed and over acted, and I love it.

2. The false sense of coolness that comes from keeping all the lights off.

3. Today I learned to change cloth diapers. Not very difficult at all, and considering the amount of waste disposable diapers make, it makes sense.

4. Somebody stop me because I cannot stop myself from playing with this thing.

5. Today I decided to listen to the songs on the "25 Top Played Songs" list that itunes automatically makes for you. After recovering from the realization that almost all of my top played songs are slow paced and kind of depressing, I was reminded of how much I love this song (warning for Natalie, there are stringed instruments involved):

hover text: I brought it from home