Perfect couldn't keep

I learned something new today! Boxes of Cinnamon Toast Crunch come with a little pull-back car! And it comes SHRINK-WRAPPED.


so that's cool. it makes me miss KinderEggs. KinderEggs are better than this car though. This car comes with Pennzoil and Shell stickers to put on it. LAME. Basically the coolest part about it was the shrink wrap, and also, that it came with my cereal.

I'm on an unfortunate Kelly Clarkson binge. I really hope it's over soon.

BASEBALL IS ALMOST BACK!!!!!!! yesterday was the last Sunday without a baseball game until November 7!

You Are Everyone

An important observation on the Winter Olympics.

Man, I really really love the Winter Olympics.

Speaking of places where skiing happens, my mom sent me this today:

Good morning, Baltimore

I had to use that blog post title, because I'm in Baltimore, and it's morning. I've already been to the gym, about to get in the shower. So that's interesting.

Jury is still out on whether the morning is "good," but so far it's not bad.

look at that funny joke about a jury, haha look how clever I am.

Here is a picture of the picture of a boat which is hanging by the elevator on our floor. It is an excellent boat. I like boats.

points? transfer of momentum

I'm in social justice class and there is a girl with a HUGE white porcelain teapot on her desk. Also, a styrofoam cup, which contains her shiny metal tea leaf strainer thing (what are those things called?).

I kind of think that if you're going to bring the giant teapot and the nice metal strainer for your tea leaves to religion class, you might as well go all the way and bring the matching porcelain cup and saucer. Perhaps even the sugar bowl.

I mean, really, screw styrofoam.

This'll be the last time I ever do your hair

New header on the blog. It's not very good quality, it's from my cell phone camera. Someday I'll get shiny things.

It's almost impossible to be in a bad mood on Wednesdays. Even if CPAC is in town!!!! Also, check out these crazies.

Here's the whole picture.

The ceiling of the Great Hall in Union Station.

So many attractive ladies, so little time.

Interesting things.

Toast is interesting.

Similarly, breakfast is interesting.

Bucket drummers are interesting! Also, really fucking rad.

It is interesting that the boy who dated my freshman year roommate (at the time we lived together) just married the girl who was my freshman year roommate's sophomore year roommate. does that make sense?

These things are interesting:

this is not modern art. But it looks nicer if you think of it as such! Not an expensive, pointless, ugly, poorly-designed, and ineffective awning that collapsed under 3 feet of snow.

Spinning (out) in Infinity

Some of the reasons I hate winter.

1) I wear at least two pairs of pants at all times from October to mid-March. Not to mention multiple shirts and pairs of socks.

2) Because of that, I have to do laundry way more often. Laundry is expensive and time-consuming, and the laundry room is freezing.

3) There is snow everywhere. It's at least 2 feet deep on pretty much every surface. Because of plowing the roads, there are piles covering the sidewalk that are about 7 feet tall. so that's excellent.

4) I have to blow my nose immediately every time I get inside.

5) Dry skin! Chapped lips! Staticky hair and clothes!

6) Also, staticky cats.

7) I don't get to wear cute shoes or clothes. Boots and sweatshirts all the time.

8) Very slim pickings on fruits and vegetables at the grocery store. Nothing is in season! I love tiny oranges in December but by February they're gross and I'm sick of them.

9) The coldness outside makes my iPod headphone cords stiff and then it's really easy for the wind to blow the buds out of my ear. I hate this more than I hate a lot of the other things, actually.

10) Trying to get Stellina (who is now almost 19 months) to wear gloves at the park is very, very difficult. I am generally always nervous that she is too cold when we're outside, so I just bundle her up so that she can barely move, and then I worry that she's not having fun at the park because she's too bundled up.

11) No baseball. I cannot WAIT for baseball season.

12) When I'm riding on the bus to places that aren't that far away (i.e., Tenley, half a mile, or even Dupont, only 20 or so blocks, mostly downhill), all I can think about is how I wish I was walking instead, but it's way too damn hell ass cold.

Reasons why winter is okay sometimes.

1) When it has just started snowing lightly, and the breeze is still kind of making the snowflakes float upwards. float float float.

2) THE WINTER OLYMPICS

JESUS H. MACY I LOVE THE OLYMPICS.

but, I have no TV and so I haven't gotten to see any of the Olympics at all. Too bad it's a cold cold cold walk to the bar.

There was an unusually large cookie at the dining hall today. Trent was really impressed. I put my hand up there for comparison as well, because Trent is like 6'6" and thus has large hands, so it was necessary to provide a proper scale for this unusually large cookie.

But then Trent eated it.

Angels in the Architecture

I talked to my mom on the phone, ate breakfast, took a shower, did laundry and some ironing, got dressed, and at 2pm looked out the window and said "What!? It's not even snowing yet."

I turned around and when I looked out the window 90 seconds later, it was snowing.

ain't fair, you know

Statehood Day #151:

x 1098091283091810. When did Train get good?

Jake's Recipe for Falker Satherhood.

Stellaluna board book! I can't let Stellina exist any longer with this book in her possession. Especially since she'll probably know how to read by the time she turns 2, she's so wicked smart.

New Orleans guidebook. (heyyyy ladies I have bought us a guidebook)

DONUTS.

A single lol.

Wednesday plans to conquer tacos. and to pick up MARC tickets.

eta: I just ordered three new Moleskines! giftcards to evil giant chain bookstores are awesome when I don't have to save them for textbooks.

eta II: An excellent postcard to add to my collection! Someday I will get to send someone awesome some really cool postcards.

All these things have happened today.

we draw the line

Someday I'd like to actually say intelligent things.


Ten things that are awesome:

1. Chicken Paprikas. The other day Roommate M. asked when I would cook it again, which made me feel really awesome. And helped me deal with Roommate R. not being interested in eating my stew. To be fair, it wasn't that great but I thought it was pretty delicious. I digress.

2. Multilingual children. Tonight I'm watching a two-and-a-half year old who speaks Russian and English! It is very intimidating. Also, makes me want to shake my fist at Russia. Another great thing, children who can sign. SO USEFUL.

3. Amazon Prime! Also, her cousin Optimus.

4. Wait Wait Don't Tell Me. I'm in a phase where no music is appealing to me and much of it makes me really upset, but I can't stand silence, so I need to listen to WWDTM almost constantly. It is good that I have almost 3 years of archives on my iPod.

5. WATER. I'm really thirsty right now and maybe I'm a terrible person for not trusting DC's tap water, but I'd rather hell of Brita my water before I drink it. So at this very moment, I have no water, and I want some.

6. Comfortable and flattering high heels. There, I said it. I'm a girl. Blah. At least I'm not blogging about makeup and all the different brands you should buy.

7. Bedtime rituals. Mine is insane these days. After showering, washing my face, brushing my teeth, and taking my contacts out, then I put on WWDTM and take my various medications and vitamins, and break out the baby oil, Nivea, and chapstick. Then I spend 5 minutes trying to get the correct volume on my iPod. ... good thing I sleep alone.

8. Cake. and ice cream. And ice cream cake.

9. Not being high maintenance. I guess that's the right way to say that? Okay, my current bedtime ritual makes me seem like I would be the kind of person that would be super high maintenance, but really I surprise myself with how self-sufficient I am. Thanks for making me fend for myself starting at age 14, Mom. I've got this emotional independence thing down maybe too well.

10. Dogs.


There. That was supposed to make me feel better.

eta: Upon re-reading this post, I realize that I sound really high maintenance. zomg I promise I'm not.

Azithromycin and Benadryl

Happy upcoming Anna Howard Shaw Day, and Oregon's 151st birthday.

zen zen zen zen zen zen

blahhhh

She ain't no diva

Looks like I just blew an entire week being sick and angry. That week was pretty much a gift that could have single-handedly saved my GPA, and I blew it.

And I'm still sick and still angry. And a whole lot of sad, too. Oh, and broke.

WHY HELLO

okay, time for something new.

welcome back

So, as you see, I've been on a New Pornographers kick. I don't know what took me so long to come back around to them, but Holy Macy, where have I been.

I should join a band. I can sing, and I am excellent at brainstorming excellent band names. Future band members, hello. Nice to meet you.

So my latest project, other than school school and more school, has been embracing my indie/hipster destiny. For crying out loud, I was born on 34th and Hawthorne in the 1980s, how much more fate can you get? Anyway, life. it will be awesomer after graduation, right? it's going to be so awesome?

anyone who is not dating me right now is so missing out, let me tell you.

Because I am named News From the District, I should tell you, THERE IS A FUCKTON OF SNOW HERE.
and that's the news from the District, where all the women are lame, all the men are huge jerks, and all the children are spoiled.

Stay With Me, Go Places

please?

We thought we lost you

"It should be hard. I like that it's hard. [...] But it should be a little easier.
Just a little easier. 'Cause in that difference is ... everything."

Yes a heart will always go one step too far

Today is Hourly Comic Day! So that's exciting. For some reason my account isn't activated on the forums yet (??) so I might post them here, who knows.

I hate winter.

year in review, hey there

Year: 2009

Age: 21

Idol: E. Findlay, J. Waters.

Favorite Song: Everything's Easy, Girlyman

Prized Possession: still kittens.

Best Shoes: I love my patent ribbon pumps from Old Navy, and my rain boots, and my Old Navy skimmers, too

1. What did you do in 2009 that you'd never done before?
Went to Eastern Europe!
Volunteered, for real
met a 4-star commander in the Coast Guard, or something

2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
Yes, because easy resolutions happen to me, and yes I suppose

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
There is baby Grabby but I think perhaps she was born in 2008.

4. Did anyone close to you die?
Michael Jackson?

5. What countries did you visit?
Heathrow (is its own country), Hungary, Romania

6. What would you like to have in 2010 that you lacked in 2009?
money, and a few intangibles

7. What date(s) from 2009 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
January 20
March 6
July 27
September 24

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
not dying?

9. What was your biggest failure?
my fall 2009 GPA!

10. Did you suffer any illness or injury?
stuck my foot in a revolving door, dropped a huge thing of laundry detergent on my foot, dropped a chair on my foot... also pulled my hamstring in March and that is just starting to get fixed fo rillz.

11. What was the best thing you bought?
vacuum cleaner

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
Jon Stewart, George Tiller

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
Scott Roeder, Glenn Beck, my cat

14. Where did most of your money go?
rent, kittens, alcohol, food, printing money. probably in that order.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Inauguration weekend! Natalie visiting! Lindsey visiting! What!

16. What song(s!) will always remind you of 2009?
Everything's Easy, Trees Still Bend, People Got A Lotta Nerve, The Next Time You Say "Forever," Testarossas for Everyone!, all MJ songs, much of the Lady Gaga

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
i. happier or sadder? WAY happier.
ii. thinner or fatter? samezies?
iii. richer or poorer? poorer
iv. younger or older? I am exactly one year older.

18. What do you wish you'd done more of?
sleeping, homework

19. What do you wish you'd done less of?
sleeping, homework

20. How will you be spending Christmas?
Midnight Mass at the Cathedral, homework

22. Did you fall in love in 2009?
putting that off

23. How many one-night stands?
hm?

24. What was your favorite TV program?
-30 Rock
-Glee
-Boston Legal

25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
no!

26. What was the best book you read?
Books? Fathers and Sons, Ivan Turgenev; part of Trinity, Leon Uris

27. What was your greatest musical discovery?
Neko Case (re-discovery), Super Mash Bros., Glee? Lady Gaga? yeah babyyy

28. What did you want and get?
What

29. What did you want and not get?
What

29.5. What did you get and not want?
Eeeek

30. What was your favorite film of this year?
Battle Royale? White Nights, This Is Spinal Tap, Imagine Me and You. I don't remember if I saw any films that were released this year, but those are movies that I saw this year.

31. What did you do on your birthday?
Babysat! drank! made poor decisions! Got paid for that first thing and did not pay for those second two!

32. What surprised you most this year?
Scandal!

33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2009?
normal.

34. What kept you sane?
Ballet, Natalie, Lindsey, getting things out of my head, babbies

35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Jon Stewart

36. What political issue/news story stirred you the most?
all of them.

37. Who did you miss?
Stella

38. Who was the best new person you met?
Marta and Janos, 22 or so of my chambersingermates, Captain Bananio and Zannah and Prince Philip and their parents, Stellina and her mom, Paola and Mary, W, and Tim's housemates they are good fun.

39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2009:
um, pay your credit card bills on time.

40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:
Because my life is only mine to hold
The nights are cold and it's snowing
In Vermont, but all that I want is here
In the clear light of the streetlight
Still on most days, I hear myself say
Everything's easy

or

Not quite lost, not quite found
Just somewhere different now

In which I scream

I Don't Love Anyone - Belle & Sebastian, from "Tigermilk" (1996) Last played 08/31/09 9:12 pm. Heh.
Favorite line: I don't love anyone / Well, maybe my sister
Verdict: Yes, I like it. I'll probably keep it.

Dancing With Tears In My Eyes - Old 97s, from "Hitchhike to Rhome" (1994) Zero plays!
Here's a video of it live.
I haven't listened to this album, like, at all. It kind of seems like everyone has covered this song.
Verdict: If I'm listening to this album, I'll probably be listening to Wish the Worst or Mama Tried or this song. But I probably still won't listen to this album that much, because Wish the Worst is better live, and Mama Tried has been covered better.

Gravity - Vienna Teng, "Waking Hour" (2002, woo, breaking into the 21st century)
Music video here - no guarantee that it's not a really lame video, I'm skeptical of the first 13 seconds already.
I like this song, I can't figure out what she reminds me of. It's a little too obvious and formulaic to me... but I like it anyway.
Verdict: I'll keep it but not something I'd listen to every day. Won't skip it when it comes on, but I won't say more than "huh"

Next up, A Question Mark - Elliott Smith


AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

MUM Day Four: Reik's "Que Vida La Mia"

Que Vida La Mia - Reik, from "Reik"

Listen here
Play count: 2. Last played: oh, I'll check in a minute.

I think I got this from Gaby! or Lindsey! Either way, not my sister.

I was going to post a link to the lyrics in English but I've spent a few minutes trying to find them and can't, so I'm over that.

Ok so I'm kind of cheating with this one, I've listened to it 2x on my iTunes but I really have heard it more than that.

Full disclosure-- I am very much okay with my love of so-bad-it's-good music. This is most definitely in the so-bad-it's-good category. I'm just a fan of Mexicans right now?

That's all I can manage tonight :(

MUM Day Three: Lauryn Hill's "Everything is Everything"

Today was supposed to be We've Never Met, by Neko Case, but it is a total lie that the playcount is zero on that. Instead, this post could also be called "where the hell has Lauryn Hill been all my life ok so maybe just for the past 11 years"

Everything is Everything - Lauryn Hill, from "The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill," 1998

Play count: 0

Listen/watch here

Ok so this song is pretty freaking awesome. And I obviously mean album when I say song. I am the last person in the world to know this. The only song my iTunes says I've listened to is Lost Ones, on 7/29/09 at 5:12pm. Obviously the first thing I did after I listened to Everything is Everything was listen to the rest of the album, and um, well, now I'm a little distracted with that.

My West Coast middle class white girl self feels not qualified to talk about the merits of this song, so what I will say is that you should listen to it right now, and think, and all that.

Um yes I am keeping this song and I might listen to the album multiple times every day for a while.

Current play count: I don't actually know because it's on my iPod but I'm sure it's at least 6, because I've been listening to it since 7:45 this morning.

So there you have me discovering the Miseducation, feel free to berate me for being 11 years late.

MUM Day Two: Sleater-Kinney's "Don't Talk Like"

Ok, so I admit I'm a terrible child of the Pacific Northwest and don't listen to Sleater-Kinney enough. Or ... ever?

Don't Talk Like - Sleater-Kinney, from "The Hot Rock," 1999.

Play count: 1. Last played: 12/05/08, 4:44pm. Readers should assume I have received everything from my sister, unless mentioned otherwise.

Listen here.

First I have to say that after an hour and a half of singing 18th century German choral music, Sleater-Kinney is a little ... dissonant. Magnificat anima mea Dominum? Yeah, not so much. That being said, though I wasn't feeling incensed or indignant enough to really appreciate the full feminist empowerment of Sleater-Kinney, I found myself turning up the last minute, 'cause it rocks, and totally loving this song. No problems putting this on repeat.

Also, this song really makes me think of the '90s... for some reason I picture Ten Things I Hate About You very vividly. Coincidentally, the album and film were released in the same year. This is the only Sleater-Kinney album I own, which is kind of sad (but I do own the track You're No Rock and Roll Fun, which is an excellent one). Apparently in later years they got more "mainstream," so maybe the '90s scene in the PNW sounded like this?

It also reminds me of how annoying I was when I was 19. I mean, I'm annoying now, but I think (hope!) I get less and less annoying as the years progress, and 19 was a tough year. Also, I am not very far removed from that age, so this is annoying that I'm talking about it as though I'm soooo much older and wiser.

There's a part of me
That works just like a child
There's a part of me
That's you

I'll keep it, but not for everyday use. For dissonant, angry days, or days when I watch Ten Things.

Current play count: 8

The amount of body parts I needed to ice today after ballet class makes me feel like an old woman. Ugh.

MUM Day One: Clem Snide's "Strong Enough"

Welcome to the Month of Undiscovered Music, aka MUM, fka November!

Strong Enough - Clem Snide, from the album Soft Spot

Play count: 1. Last played 10/08/06 at 10:59pm. Received from my sister, yay.

Listen here

Subtle, which Clem Snide does well. Not annoying. Cute lyrics - "Don't cut onions in your mind," though "you're the flower of my heart" is kind of lame. It's a mood song, I don't exactly know what that means, but there is a mood that goes with this song. It's a walking-in-the-rain-on-a-late-Thursday-afternoon song. I'll keep it.

Current play count: 6

To whiskey and gin

Let's not pretend that I've listened to anything but the soundtrack from Glee this month.

Also on the October playlist:

The State I Am In - Belle & Sebastian
Can't Stand - Chuckanut Drive (my sister says "Really? that's old-school")
Don't Think Twice - Joan & Indigo Girls
The State I Found You In - Girlyman
The Scarlet Tide - Alison Krauss

Also, all that Girlyman from September.

But I'm being very honest when I discuss Glee. It's a serious[ly bad] addiction.

Ok, so now that we have established that I only listen to the same 27 songs over and over and over, it's time for November!

Loyal readers will remember last November was a Month of Happy. One happy thing per day. This November is Month of Undiscovered Music! My sister and I will both be picking one song from our iTunes libraries every day, with the qualification that the song has 3 playcounts or less, and writing about it. I will write here, she will write there.

So, that starts tomorrow. Get ready.

The Shape I Found You In

Captain Bananio and Stellina met at the park yesterday. Captain Bananio was confused because I was there with Stellina, and he was there with his other nanny, who was also confused as to why he had come over and attached himself to me. CB's mother's impression of CB's reaction after she heard the story was pretty accurate: "Hey, wait, you're my girl, but wait, I'm here with this other girl and she's my girl too, wait, what?"

Captain Bananio recommenced picking up leaves, and I finally peeled Stellina off of me, and then they just kind of stood there and looked at each other in a cute curious way.

When they get married in a few decades, I will tell this story in my toast at the reception.

Then a few minutes later Captain Bananio walked into the slide, and looked offended that it had been in his way. Typical.

Playlists from recent months

August 2009
Folsom Prison Blues - Johnny Cash
Baba O'Riley - The Who
John Saw That Number - Neko Case
Closer to Me - Chuckanut Drive
The Hard Way - Chuckanut Drive
Kickin' In Your Door - Chuckanut Drive
Runnin' Out of Fools - Neko Case
I Wish I Was the Moon - Neko Case

August was a good month and a confusing month, but not as good and confusing as September. I spent a lot of time listening to all of Blacklisted, not just those two tracks.

September has three playlists, one for before September 24, and one for after September 24, and one for the approximate middle-to-end of the month. I listened to lots of Blacklisted but also some Middle Cyclone, early on in the month.

September-at-large 2009
People Got a Lotta Nerve - Neko Case
Everything's Easy - Girlyman
Somebody to Love - Queen
Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Michael Buble (this is because of Prince Philip... just go with it)
Melt Show - Old 97s
Hold on Hope - Guided By Voices

and then Melt Show over and over and over and Everything's Easy over and over and over.

post-September 24th, 2009
Comptine D'un Autre Été: L'après Midi - from the soundtrack of Amelie
Mark Rothko Song - Dar Williams
Calling the Moon - Dar Williams
I Wish I Was The Moon - Dar Williams
I Wonder Where You've Gone - Girlyman
Somewhere Different Now - Girlyman
Tell Me There's A Reason - Girlyman
Everything's Easy - Girlyman
Trees Still Bend - Girlyman
The Shape I Found You In - Girlyman
Storms Were Mine - Girlyman

Yes, a very Girlyman-heavy week. Also the rest of their new album, I listened to all of it over and over, really.

Mid-to-end September 2009 (the keep-me-alive playlist)
Bust Your Windows - Glee Cast
Won't Be Home - Old 97s
Ring The Alarm - Beyonce
Untouchable Face - Ani DiFranco
Niteclub - Old 97s
Wish the Worst - Old 97s
Rehab - Glee Cast
Gold Digger - Glee Cast
I Fucking Bleed Purple and Gold - Super Smash Bros.
and of course
Harder Better Faster Stronger - Daft Punk

20 Hours in America

Sitting for a new family (still with the old kids occasionally! don't lose hope), little girl born 8 days after Captain Bananio. She'll need a name.

From what I can tell, her favorite thing is to do laps - big counterclockwise circles. Maybe she will be Stellina.

The War At Home

Made out well today at the library's record sale, mostly in the Bach mass department. Also, the JFK department. I also got some random ballets.

Engelbert Humperdinck - We Made it Happen, 1970 (this one will probably just go on the wall)

JS Bach
B Minor Mass - Robert Shaw Chorale and Orchestra, RCA Victor
Mass in F Major, BWV 233
Mass in G Major, BWV 236
Mass in G Minor, BWV 235
Mass in A Major, BWV 234
Selections from the Musical Notebook for Anna Magdalena (1968) RCA Victrola

CPE Bach - Magnificat, Collegium Aureum, conducted by Kurt Thomas (1968) RCA Victrola

Mozart - Kronungsmesse (Coronation Mass), Wiener Singverein & Berliner Philharmoniker, 1976

John F. Kennedy, A Memorial Album: Highlights of Speeches Made by our Beloved President (broadcast on WMCA New York on November 22, 1963)

Anthology of Renaissance Music, including Josquin de Pres, Victoria, and Palestrina - Primavera Singers of the New York Pro Musica Antiqua

Shostakovitch - Symphony No. 5, Op. 47, Leonard Bernstein and the New York Philharmonic (from 1959 tour) Columbia Masterworks

Britten
Ceremony of Carols and Te Deum - Christ Church Cathedral Choir of Oxford, Francis Grier conducting (1982)
Nocturne - Peter Pears with London Symphony Orchestra, Benjamin Britten conducting

50 Great Moments of Opera: 53 Complete Arias from Best-Loved Operas (1977)

Encore, Byron Janis. Includes Liszt, Schumann, Prokofiev, etc. It says on the jacket "First recordings ever made in the Soviet Union by American technical and musical staff and equipment. Recorded by Mercury on location in Moscow." On the record, "For Broadcast Only, Not For Sale" (1960 tour) Mercury Records

Elton John - The Fox (1981) (um... just because)

Etta James - Deep In the Night (1978)

Potorjinsky's Russian Choir, Vespers & Matins (1971)

Paganini - Violin Concerto No. 1, Victor Tretyakov on violin, Moscow Philharmonic (1980)

Mae West - The Fabulous Mae West (1956) Decca Records Hi-Fi

Louis Armstrong and the Mills Brothers (1954) Decca Records Hi-Fi

Marian Anderson - Original Soundtrack of "See It Now" (1958) RCA Victor

Orff - Carmina Burana, Philadelphia Orchestra

A Concert At The White House - Alexander Schneider, Pablo Casals, Mieczyslaw Horszowski (November 13, 1961) Columbia Records

AND IN CASE ANYONE I KNOW IS EVER MEAN TO ME:

WYBC Presents ... The Yale Banjo Club

where no one notices the contrast of white on white

The past few days I've been honing my Oregonian skills of being able to predict rain. Mostly because it just rains every three hours and that's the way it works. But today it's just been raining.

For the life of me I can't concentrate on, well, anything, but especially not on my summer reading that's due on Tuesday, so a self-interested blog post is in order to kill time. There's even a gangster on the front of my textbook! and it's still not interesting. I, however, am interesting.

Not.

Captain Bananio is nearly running. He's got some words, he's climbing the stairs (until we catch him and pull him off), he's still not mastered the fork but he has mastered the throwing of the food. He's just past 13 months. We have conversations where we both fully understand each other even though we are not speaking the same language.

Zannah is going into the second grade. She keeps sending me text messages through her mother, and even though she's a little terrorist I still adore her. Same with Prince Philip. When you get them separate Prince Philip is an angel, but the two of them together.... super effective birth control.

School happens on Monday. Niki and I both decided this semester is going to suck. so. bad. I'm already ridiculously behind on reading. Niki doesn't even know all the classes she's taking yet. In brighter news, Maeg comes home today! in five short, short hours. And tonight I'm sitting for a family that is very low maintenance and pays me well. So, money and friends.


I love DC. I love it from my stupid apartment, I love it from carrying $95 worth of groceries home from Giant in 93 degrees with 67% humidity, I love it from the wet roof of a Columbia Heights rowhouse watching the storms surround the entire city, I love it from the crowded red line platform during rush hour, I love it from the midday sky getting darker and darker until it cracks and pours down on all the college kids moving into the building. I have never loved a city this way. But today I don't understand it.

I have high hopes.

Our Last Days as Children

Recently I learned that as of June 24, I will no longer be the regular nanny for the kidlets :( Maybe again in the fall, but at the very least, for the rest of the summer, I am out of luck except for the random occassion. So here's a tiny update on my life.

+Chamber Singers tour was fantastic. out of this world. I keep dreaming that we're all still on tour, and I wake up, and am depressed to find myself alone and in America. Not that I don't love America and my cats and being in my apartment and such, but Hungary and Transylvania were unbelievable.

+I miss singing so much. I miss singing with my 24 fabulous friends even more.

+My online class is kicking my butt, as I expected, but it is making me think, which hurts. In a good way? I'm supposed to be writing a paper on designer babies right now, which clearly, I'm not.

+Speaking of babies, Captain Bananio is now ... wait for it ... WALKING. That's right, folks. Walking. He's almost using a fork. He's almost spitting out words. And he's walking. Seriously, he was barely crawling on April 8, and by June 3 he was taking up to 8 steps at a time. Small steps, but still steps. He's quickly approaching 11 months, and is tall and skinny like you wouldn't believe. By which I mean, he's still tiny. Last month we were at the playground and he was approximately the same size as a three month old. I adore him.

+Prince Philip is now 4, and loves me to death. You wouldn't know it by the way he misbehaves. it's cute that the last time I called his parents he came running to the phone to talk to me. I don't see him very much lately, because he's at pre-school on my sitting days. He's pretty darn cute. His S's are getting better! I'm yuper proud. I have also found that what tends to make him the happiest is to let him wear one of Zannah's dresses.

+Zannah is finishing up her 1st grade year, and has lost five teeth on very short notice. I'm pretty sure she lost at least two during the two weeks that I was gone for rehearsal and tour, and another one last week, and she's got another loose one that'll be ready soon. She's a real toothless wonder. She's been super misbehave-y lately but I think everyone's got more energy because of the weather. She's apparently announced to her mother that she's marrying the neighbor boy, because they are in love. Ah, to be six.

+Kitties are good. They have more room to run around in the new apartment, and couches to sharpen their claws on, and every couple of days they have a bug to hunt. Which we all enjoy. They've been very cuddly lately, and I suppose that's what happens when I leave them for 9 days.

+As soon as I got all the stuff to the new apartment, I didn't bother to unpack, so everything is still in random places in boxes. It's too disgusting to put things in proper places still, I've only had the energy to clean the bathtub, which was an absolute necessity. I have no idea how real living people lived in this apartment and let it get so indescribably nasty. My room is more or less fine, because I vacuumed insanely before moving anything in, but everywhere else is covered in a layer (or two, or five) of gross. And of course, my floor is just covered in dirty clothes and random things from Hungary and Romania.

I'm feeling nostalgic and restless. It's that mood that makes me want to watch movies over and over.

I have often thought that I want my children to have flaming red hair, if only so that I have a slight advantage as a parent in being able to quickly track them down on the playground. If I had a couple extra tens of thousands of dollars sitting in my bank account, I cannot say I would spend it on ensuring that my children had an easy and permanent source of identification such as red hair. For one thing, think of all the additional money I would be guaranteed to have to spend on sunscreen.

I'm upset that the stupid Rose Festival jerks picked the wrong girl again. How hard can it be to pick the St. Mary's girl, seriously. Stupid old white men in their stupid old white wool.

Finals: Frick on a Stick

Funny bits from my lecture notes:

"Ike pres, old dude, had cabinet full of old dudes."

"Jack & Bobby obsessed w/Cuba, used every single resource to overthrow Castro
why? was action presidency"
I'm an action president! Running, jumping, climbing trees! and I'm an executive president. un president d'action et un president executif.

"one way tix on PanAmerican
astronauts - in case one was not successful would blame Cubans
rattlesnakes?"

"Trujillo finally assassinated -> great celebration -> CHAOS"
sounds like college

"we didn't care much abt indochina - French colony
♥ Mark Hatfield ♥"

"we were never going to fight communism after we left Vietnam -
even tho the wall didn't fall until 1989
the QUEEN!!!!
next time Jackson, Rostow"

"Marshall Acheson, lots of secretary said no Israel, didn't want lose oil"

"we took canal & chunks on side - since T. Roos."

"Sadat did own thing, was assassinated"
bummer

"[Reagan] also supported Israel w/o any neutrality
-heart of conservatism - God gave Palestine to Hebrews, hated Arabs"
Does Reagan hate Arabs, or is it just God that does?


trust me, they make no more sense in the context of my notes.

I'm sure

On Captain Bananio's menu for this afternoon's meal, after a 2.5 (!!!) hour nap, in this order:
+ 4 oz formula
+ baby food sweet potatoes with iron-fortified rice cereal
+ baby yogurt, pear flavor
+ buttered toast, with sweet potato toppings
+ 1/2 a banana
+ of course, cheerios!
Then he had another 45 minute nap later! and would have slept longer, I imagine, if his big sister had not been so loud. I swear when I see him on Friday he will be 3 inches longer.

It is finals season, which means lots of babysitting for me. By Saturday morning I'll have 30 hours this week (kaching!), all but 5 of which are with more than one kid, and 14 of which will be with ALL THREE. I may actually be dead by Saturday morning...

While waiting for Zannah's class to come out to the playground this afternoon, I saw two 8 year olds doing the Soulja Boy Crank That dance, and then I saw a 8 or 9ish year old girl reading Twilight. AUGH. Kids!? Parents??


Here I have paraphrased what President Obama just said - "The reason I'm pro-choice is that I don't think women take that position casually [...] and they are in a better position to make that choice than members of Congress or President of the United States."
now he's gotten a dumb question, and he's being funny. How cute!

Summer?

We seem to be having a two day span of summer before we go back to spring in DC for a little while. Because of finals I've been spending more time with the kids lately, and so I want to write more about them. They need blog names. I know that Kidlet #2 is definitely named Prince Philip, and Kidlet #1 is Zannah, but I am still thinking of a name for Kidlet #3. He is working real hard on developing his personality, which at the moment is really influenced by food. He really really likes Cheerios, and bananas. Perhaps his name shall be Bananio?

To sum up my life before I go back to papering and presentationing my life away, everything is easier when it's nice outside.
Except, of course, being inside to do homework.

Process Stories

I'm procrastinating. I gave up procrastination for Lent, but luckily I'm "Jewish."

I'm supposed to be writing a 3-4 page book report on Garcia Marquez's Love in the Time of Cholera. The professor (of Latin American History through Art and Literature) is this sweet little olderish lady, though she dresses young and pulls it off so well! and she is from NoCal, and her last two teaching gigs were at Oregon and Oregon State. It's not her fault that the class is totally silly, it was constructed by this dude, Jack Child, and she has to teach to his structure. Unfortunately he sucked at structuring this class.

So Jack Child, are we in 5th grade? Really? A book report? A 3 page book report? Am I really getting 3 college credits for this class? Really? I'm supposed to take this masterful piece of literature and talk about a theme for three pages. Is that really it? Do we have to do a diorama with the main characters and use real sand in the sideways shoe box? Because giving me an assignment like a three page book report when I'm a junior in college makes me feel like I'm eleven years old. Really. are you really sure I'm getting college credit for this? Really??

(this has been "Really?!?" with Seth erm... me.)

On the other hand, I haven't written a lit paper about a book since I was a senior in high school, so I don't even remember how to do this.


I have a 20 page paper due in ten days. What.

Like the rest of the world, I have so much to do and if I would just get started (and subsequently continue, until completion), my life would be so much easier. Also, I can't afford anything. I owe 5 Benjamins to the IRS and I haven't even done my state taxes yet. I have to come up with 1500 bucks to take this summer class with my new fave professor (it's only 1.5k because I magically overpaid my account by $900 for the spring term! go me) and I kind of need the credits to graduate. I also have to do things like pay rent, it would be nice to pay more than the minimum on my credit cards (yes, plural cards, I'm sorry), and it would be nice to eat food, and I could REALLY use a new pair of jeans, because I have three and none of them fit me, and the ones that are closest to fitting literally disintegrate on my body as I wear them.

I know plenty of people whose parents pay their rent, pay their credit card bills, have a joint account that they put money into, buy them new iPhones, buy their clothes, pay for their plane tickets home. I'm lucky to get what I get. My phone bill is always paid, but I paid for my $200 phone. of course it went on sale for $70 six weeks later. My mom puts money towards one of my credit cards when she can, and I get child support and extra money from my dad when he can. Both of these things ROCK. but I have always paid my own taxes since I was 16, I have bought every single plane ticket home in three years, and I pay the vast majority of my own rent.

Also I kind of want to be in school forever. Getting down to the last year is scary, because I am fulfilling all my last requirements and I get to take classes that I'm interested in but they still have to go towards some purpose. I took a bunch of easy interesting classes this term, but I'm past the point where I can just take an interesting class for the sake of furthering the expansion of my knowledge. Ah!!!

The girl next to me is fighting with her mom on the phone about how she is ineligible for medical school or anything in the medical field, because her undergrad degree is not in a science. Story of my life, random girl, story of my life. I guess my major is kind of for fun, because I'm not particularly good at it and there's not much I can do with it. My friend Morgan last night told me that her mom missed the entirety of the 80s because she was in med school; she would eat beans out of the can because she didn't have time to heat them up. There's a difference between being too lazy to cook things properly and not having time to cook things properly. I prefer to be in the former category, thank you very much.

I am obviously just so ridiculously bored. I promise someday my blog will have a purpose.

I have been at AU long enough, or in the alternate, AU is so small, that I can recognize people I have never met by the back of their head, or the sound of their voice.


I should delete this post.

Running Mates

I kind of want to blog about the kids, but then I realized that I don't actually have that much to say and it's just a subliminal procrastination tactic. I should be either sleeping or doing homework.

But the kids! They're so cute! last Sunday was my first adventure of handling all three at the same time, and it was kind of hectic in the house because Kidlets 1 and 2 fought constantly while I was trying to deal with Kidlet 3, but as soon as we went to the park, it was pretty awesome. We only had one "injury" incident, where Kidlet 2 (age 3) banged his head a little bit but I examined the "elephants in his ears" for a little while and he totally forgot about it.

Kidlets 2 and 3 went to sleep almost as soon as we got home, which was super sweet. Naptime rocks! And Kidlet 1 (age 6) played in the potting soil in the tiny backyard! Which I am a huge fan of, not because her parents don't let her get dirty or anything, I just think it's important for city kids to get dirty as frequently as they have the opportunity. Then she piggybacked up the stairs to the bathtub, and we made macaroni and cheese after she had changed into her Princess Giselle nightgown.

Kidlet 3's newest thing is BABY FOOD! he sits in the high chair, which still dwarfs him, and eats Cheerios with carrots sprinkled over them, and bangs the spoon he has for playing, and avoids the spoon I wield with sweet potatoes (the trick is to sneak by him while he's opening his mouth for a self-induced Cheerio, and then hold the spoon in his mouth to make him swallow). It's a whole different ballgame when you break out the pears, though. He loves pears. I'm sure he'd eat pears all day if he could.

And he is so totally about to start crawling. Of course, that will make my job harder, but still!

I have to seriously get cracking tomorrow on the homework that I've neglected all week, which is disheartening. What 20 page paper due in 3 weeks? What are you even talking about?

My President is Pretty Rad

Inauguration Over There

As I'm avoiding massive amounts of studying, I've been thinking a lot lately about life in DC. I love it here. I hated it, especially American University specifically, for the first two years, because I wasn't allowed to separate myself from Portland.

I have always had a strong inclination to latch on to people I really really like, I have done it my whole life. I don't mean my family, or my friends, in terms of peers, because while it took me forever to find friends here, friends are friends everywhere. I attach to teachers, and coaches, and professors. I've used those people as external support since my freshman year AHS Honors English teacher, Salvy. At SMA there was Pappa H, of course, but especially D. Sometimes this attachment turns detrimental, internally or externally or both, but who hasn't experienced that. I'm figuring that one out still.

I've finally found a nice triad (trifecta) (triumvirate) of professors here. I'm in love with the intellectual strength and incredible poise of these three women. On a few occasions I have skipped my less important classes to go to office hours, and it's always worth it.

My freshman college writing professor taught me more about structuring an argument than anyone in all my education. I fully believe I have never written better than I did that semester. We meet for coffee about once a semester and discuss our love for our political party, and how classes are going, and other things, and I always feel like even though she is a very maternal figure (she has a son appx my age), she is speaking to me as an intellectual equal. I cannot describe how much I appreciate that, especially from someone who spent a semester giving my thought processes a grade that went on my permanent transcript.

Many people have heard me declare my love for my major adviser, but she has seriously rocked my world. She is this middle-of-America small town girl who grew up hating history, and ended up marrying a Cuban and her life is now this wonderful embodiment of Latin American culture, and she is so fully integrated into this fascinating ecumenical life of the Americas. I often have a problem with people who pretend that they belong to a culture that they don't (which is very elitist of me), but she isn't pretending, she lives this life that is not one many would choose. She's spent the better part of a year now helping me figure things out about myself, and the only thing she's done to do that is tell me about her own experiences. She is so unbelievably vivacious and cares so deeply about what she loves that you can feel it from across the room even as she hangs up a phone or presses a button on the laptop to change the PowerPoint slide.
Also, she is my quickest link to Girl Scout cookies.

The third professor I am still learning about. Part of the reason she is so appealing to me is that she is a complete mystery. She is also very young and very attractive, which, you know, is difficult to resist for anyone. While I have not taken a class from her, she is a person that makes me very eager to seek her approval and compliments. Hearing "you are a very impressive woman" from a woman who is extremely strong and independent and confident and intelligent and everything that a woman should be but few are, has infinitely more bearing to me than any other compliment I could ever receive. I am planning on taking a class with her during the summer, and while I am terrified that I will be far in over my head in a 500-level class in a department in which I have never taken a single class, she seemed very confident that I will be fine. Her opinion probably means more to me than it should, but this frequently happens when I meet new people that fascinate me, and it balances out when I am more comfortable with the person. I am very much looking forward to that balance, though it is also nice to have an intense intellectual (and/or not so much intellectual) crush every once in a while to make me think about things I should be thinking about more.

Another thing I find curious is that all three of these women are married (to men) and have children. I have no analysis of this fact, I will leave it to you to think about.


I come from a family sphere [I don't like sphere. enter unconventional shape of your choice here. triangle? parallelogram? heptagon? pentacontakaienneagon?] of strong, uncharacteristically intelligent, and very opinionated women. The peers I consider my friends mostly fall into this category of being female, being intelligent, being "strong," and being opinionated. I have realized of late that the thing I appreciate most in life is people who feel strongly about things, and take appropriate action to have their lives reflect that feeling. It's completely overwhelming sometimes, and frequently these people (unintentionally) make me feel stupid for not knowing anything about their subject, and having done nothing useful with my life. Other times, it is simple, like someone in the grocery store who knows a lot about wine, and clearly uses his or her wine purchases to reflect their strong opinions of what is a good wine. Actually that time I felt stupid for not knowing anything about wine. Most frequently, however, it is vastly inspiring.

When someone is perfectly capable of standing up for him or herself and yet doesn't, that disgusts me to no end. Ok, we are all guilty of this to some extent or another, but it's a gross violation of the you-should-stand-up-for-yourself-if-you-have-agency-to-do-so rule that makes me so frustrated.


Today Maddy blogged about university in Cambodia that she recently visited, where she mentioned that the dynamic between professors and students is very different than in the United States.
This is something that I want. I'd love to be able to go out with a professor and a bunch of other students and discuss intellectual and meaningful things, and nonintellectual and meaningless things, over a drink (even if nonalcoholic; being in a bar has a certain dynamic that is found nowhere else). This is one of the very few reasons I'm looking forward to turning 21, because I'm mostly dreading it. I guess this kind of thing happens in grad school all the time. In any case, I'm looking forward to DC this summer.


My roommate and I had a really good day yesterday, and while we did laundry and ate pad thai and watched Imagine Me & You, we talked about things like this, and how women think, and relationships between women (straight and not), and the fluidity of female sexuality, and the complexity of women specifically as reflected in songs written by the Counting Crows, and what beauty is and really means.


Also, this just happens to be related to this post but I have been meaning to say this. I suggest these three blogs for everyone. Also Sarah Haskins!


The human condition! It's a funny thing to think about.

ETA: Now I've been interspersing my studies for Queen of England's Monday midterm with feminist blogs, and apparently there has been drama as of late, because of a post on Feministing about a day in the life of a feminist, and then another blogger responded with "WTF upper middle class!" and then this set the feminist blogosphere alight with interesting conversation about things like what it means to be feminist. and class and race and offensiveness and things. People think about this shit every day! So. Awesome.
I'm OFFICIALLY addicted to humanity.

In the Room

February required two playlists. One for the first part of February, and then one for Mock Trial competition.

February 2009 playlist:
You Will Be My Ain True Love - Alison Krauss and Sting
Electrical Storm - U2 (The William Orbit mix)
El Tango de Roxanne - Moulin Rouge soundtrack, Ewan MacGregor and some other people
February (live) - Dar Williams (cliche I know but terribly appropriate)
Ta Se In Am Domsa Eiri - Fine Friday
Breakin' Dishes - Rihanna
Erin - Solas
at one point Ruins by Melissa Etheridge was also on there, but at that point I only had 4 songs on the list and they were all in the same key, and I decided it was too much. The curses of having a ridiculous pitch memory. Also it was far too depressing a song to be listening to incessantly.

Mock Trial playlist: (keep in mind that many of these songs were added by my teammates, so don't judge just me, judge them too)
City of Blinding Lights - U2
Green Light (feat. Andre 3000) - John Legend
Don't Stop Believin' - Journey
Stronger - Kanye West
Breakin' Dishes - Rihanna
Pump It - Black Eyed Peas
Human - The Killers
Miss Independent - Ne-Yo
Ay Chico (Lengua Afuera) - Bulldog
Dead and Gone (feat. Justin Timberlake) - T.I.
What's Your Fantasy - Ludacris and Shawna
Live Your Life (feat. Rihanna) - T.I.
I'mma Shine - YoungBloodZ
Yeah! - Usher

if there was an option to have a censored version of any of those songs, we did not have the censored version.

What should have been included on that playlist, however, were the following:
I'm On A Boat - The Lonely Island
Jizz In My Pants - The Lonely Island
because we were all singing those two songs constantly all weekend.

Needless to say, it was quite the explicit weekend.


Now I'm doing laundry with my wonderful wonderful roommate, and I am drinking Boylan's ginger ale (made with real cane sugar!) and eating Kinder chocolate, and we are traipsing along struggling like hell through midterms.

Overheard on the Playground

Today was warm-ish, so when Kidlet #3 and I went to pick up Kidlet #1 from school, we got to sit around outside while big sister played on the playground.

There was a quite intense football game going on to my left, with a 2nd-grade-ish age girl clearly dominating the 4 boys she was playing with. I smiled at her as she was on the bottom of a dogpile, on top of the football, and later she decided to sit on the bench next to me. I said "You're kicking their butts, aren't you?" and she pointed and said "Well it's because he's a first grader" and then ran back into the game.

Of course, the inherent superiority that comes with being a second grader.

The first grade boy that she had pointed out ran by, saying "I'm too young to die!" and then immediately picked up his speed for a tackle.


Five boys, ranging in heights and ages it seems, were playing some fighting game, who knows. A very tow-headed, very small, and very indignant little girl stomped into the middle of them and screamed "I just wish everyone would get bloody noses!"


Kidlet #1 ran up to me with her friend, and kindly introduced me to said friend. I told her that her baby brother was getting sleepy, and I was getting cold, so she had five more minutes. She said "Ok five more minutes, that's all right" and then turned to her friend and said, in the exact same tone of voice, "Can we go back to the boat? I'm running out of air." and they ran away towards the monkey bars.

Sunday Morning Talk Shows

This is a really nice article about the extended First Family. I especially enjoy everything about Craig Robinson... I'm hoping to someday be on the same DC to Oregon plane or something.

It's weird to think that I could run into someone really famous, or someone related to someone really famous, just by walking down the street in this city. I'd likely have no idea, because who can identify all 441 voting and non-voting Representatives by face alone? I could only pick David Wu, Earl Blumenauer, and Eleanor Holmes Norton from a crowd.

I mentioned Representatives because I'm pretty sure I know people who could pick out all 100 Senators from a crowd.

Today was 61 degrees here in the District. we are supposed to get snow and ice on Tuesday. Silly East Coast!

Bed? What?

The Drop-In

Reasons why this is the best semester that could ever happen:

+ Maeg is my roommate. 'Nuf said

+ I get to read Latin American, and quite often magical realist, literature every day.

+ I get to dance 3-4 times a week, and eventually probably 5 times a week

+ I get to study my most favorite era of American Presidents, Teddy Roosevelt through Bill Clinton, and I get to do it with Adam in my class!

+ I get to golf.

+ I can basically teach CPR and first aid with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind me, and so even though the professor is a complete dickwad, I get to learn something easy! that I already know! and get 3 credits, and recertified!

+ I get to nanny 3 adorable children, and then at the end of the day I get paid for it! And also at the end of the day I get to go home from the 3 children!

+ Can I just say Chamber Singers?

+ Can I just say Chamber Singers tour to Hungary and Romania?

+ I have recently really discovered my intense love of tea, so I get to drink tea!

+ Three of my professors are grandmas, and one is even the Queen of England!

+ President Obama. mmmmmhm.

+ haha Maeg just did a funny Sarah Palin impression!

+ Mock trial will be over by the third weekend in February, which is soon.

+ it will be SPRING and WARM soon! not only does this mean I can wear less than 3 layers at all times, it also means I can wear cute things!

+ I freaking LOVE DC and because of my (mostly) easy classes this semester, I will actually be able to spend time in it???? maybe.

+ I am finally me.



Reasons why this semester will not be as good as it COULD be:

- I won't get to see my adviser very frequently, because her office hours are in the middle of my giant block of classes on Mondays and Thursdays!!

- My first aid/CPR professor is a complete dickwad.

- ....



that's it.


Dear Mrs. Maeg's Mom:
You make freaking delicious brownies.
Love,
me


I think I'm psychic about good days. Yesterday night I declared to my sister "yay tomorrow, it will be a good day"

And it was!! I got up on time, got to class on time, classes were all good, Chamber Singers was a crazy laughing-fest, I made delicious rice in my rice maker, and then mock trial was another crazy laughing-fest, which was completely not productive other than the fact that it was really good bonding.

I have done this sort of predicting before. I enjoy this skill that I have.

About tomorrow I have no feeling, other than I know I will be very tired and cranky at 8:15 when I need to leave for 8:30 class with Professor Dickwad.

The Leadership Breakfast

This is a long and non-Inauguration related post.

Someone once told me that Cameron Crowe would make a mixtape every month of all the songs he couldn't get enough of that month. Once you looked at all his mixtapes over the span of howeverlong, you could kind of see the stages in his life he was going through, depending on the types of songs.

I realized that I was already doing this, mostly with my On-The-Go playlists, so I decided to put a little structure to it. I went back in time to my old On-The-Gos and realized I had an October. I didn't do much in November, that entire playlist would probably consist of will.i.am's Obama election song anyway.

Here are my most recent playlists, with songs in no particular order.

October 2008
Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand
Sweet Dreams Are Made of This - Eurythmics
The Weight - The Band
When You Were Young - The Killers
My Sharona - The Knack
Sweet Home Alabama - Lynyrd Skynyrd
Living On A Prayer - Bon Jovi
Don't Stop Believin' - Journey
Sahra - Khaled
What We Need More Of Is Science - John Benjamin Band
All These Things That I've Done - the Killers
How Sweet It Is - James Taylor
Hey Julie - Fountains of Wayne
Are You Ready for Love - Elton John
Sweet Escape - Gwen Stefani
Some Kind of Wonderful - Grand Funk Railroad
Chariot - Gavin DeGraw


December 2008
Ring the Alarm - Beyonce
Crazy in Love - Beyonce
Push Up On Me - Rihanna
Lose My Breath - Destiny's Child
U +Ur Hand - P!nk
Independence Day - Melanie C
Lemme Get That - Rihanna
Survivor - Destiny's Child
Piece of Me - Britney Spears
Live Your Life - T.I. and Rihanna
Single Ladies - Beyonce


January 2009 (so far)
Chasing Cars (Live) - Snow Patrol
Sitting, Waiting, Wishing - Jack Johnson
City of Blinding Lights - U2
I Will Possess Your Heart - Death Cab for Cutie
Slow Dancing In A Burning Room (Live) - John Mayer
The Crane Wife 3 - The Decemberists
Southside Revival - Blue Scholars
The Funeral - Band of Horses
Mr. Jones - Counting Crows
O Valencia! - The Decemberists
Light My Candle - Original cast of Rent
Pity and Fear - Death Cab for Cutie
You Sang to Me - Marc Anthony (obviously because this song was at the Ball)
Miss Independent - Ne-Yo

I'm particularly proud of January so far. Actually now that I think of it, October might actually be November anyway. whatever.

A Change is Gonna Come

I'm on a U2 kick right now, mostly because they rocked HARD at Sunday's concert, and obviously I have spent my entire life underestimating this band?

my two favorite parts are when Bono thinks and thinks and thinks, and decides to do it even though he'll probably get in trouble... and says "and also a Palestinian dream!"

and then also, "What a thrill for four Irish boys, from the North side of Dublin, to honor you, sir, the next President of the United States, Barack Obama, for choosing this song to be part of the soundtrack of your campaign, and more besides."

Ah, Bono. Now I see why the Hemmenator is so in love with you.

Oh, I also love it when the Edge jumps around a little bit.

Maeg is teaching me about U2
about Larry - "He's a really sick drummer, he's also in this sexy mermaid video"
about Adam - "he's like the cheeky one" then she did a really funny impression
about The Edge - "he and Bono are like brothers, kinda got some gay tension going on but not really"



Moving on.

Basically, the concert on Sunday was amazing. The Inauguration was amazing. The Western States Ball was amazing. Getting up on Wednesday morning was kind of amazing, kind of not amazing. I would have preferred not getting out of bed, of course, but the day was just so bright.

Some of my favorite pictures from the whole shebang, not taken by me:

I love this picture for two reasons.

1) He's talking to the coffee server. Who does that? He does that. Does anyone else think that this coffee server was likely not spoken to once by President Bush? He's talking to the coffee server!!

2) He's holding Michelle's gloves.


Source: Time.com




Another one of my favorites is this one, which I cannot directly rip off. You will have to go look at it.
Sasha!!! You are Too Freaking Cute! I can't handle it.








Look at how proud Malia is of her dad.

Also, the Lincoln Bible is so small!



Source: Time.com



Yes, this is Beyonce weeping as she sings Etta James' "At Last" to the President and First Lady.

Combination of three of my favorite things: the Obamas, bein' fancy, and Beyonce.

They still look awake here. By the time these two got to the Western States, they were practically holding each other up for their 30 seconds of exhausted swaying.


Source: Time.com


I'm still hoarse and slightly sick, and I feel like I'll be tired forever. I love DC. I love love love being here, and I love that I love my country and my President today.


More in the future.

Edited to add:

Maybe this isn't one of the best pictures, but mostly I just want to rub in the fact that I saw Jennifer Lopez and Marc Anthony sing a duet in Spanish at the Ball.


JLo obviously copied the First Lady when it came to the white one-shouldered gown. Marc Anthony was so cute about her.

There had been a cover band, which was good but obviously a cover band. Then there was a set change, and the new band on the other side of the room was playing "You Sang To Me." I had no idea what Marc Anthony looked like, so for 30 seconds or so, I was thinking "Man, that's a really good cover. Wait... that's a REALLY good cover" and then I decided that it was Marc Anthony.

Also, the brand new baby Senator from Colorado introduced himself to me as "Michael." It was a good night for famous people and me, and famous people and me together.

I may keep adding randomly to this post, I may make new posts. We'll see how spastic my memory is. At some point I'll try to write something that is coherent.

Inauguration

The text of the Right Reverend V. Eugene Robinson's invocation at yesterday's opening ceremony for the Inauguration. This wasn't broadcast on HBO or NPR. It was the first of many things yesterday, including the remarks from the O-Man himself (who will thankfully be dropping a few syllables from his title in a couple of brief hours), which brought tears to my eyes.


O God of our many understandings, we pray that you will bless us with tears – tears for a world in which over a billion people exist on less than a dollar a day, where young women in many lands are beaten and raped for wanting an education, and thousands die daily from malnutrition, malaria, and AIDS.

Bless this nation with anger – anger at discrimination, at home and abroad, against refugees and immigrants, women, people of color, gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgendered people.

Bless us with discomfort at the easy, simplistic answers we've preferred to hear from our politicians, instead of the truth about ourselves and our world, which we need to face if we are going to rise to the challenges of the future.

Bless us with patience and the knowledge that none of what ails us will be fixed anytime soon, and the understanding that our new president is a human being, not a messiah.

Bless us with humility, open to understanding that our own needs as a nation must always be balanced with those of the world.

Bless us with freedom from mere tolerance, replacing it with a genuine respect and warm embrace of our differences.

Bless us with compassion and generosity, remembering that every religion's God judges us by the way we care for the most vulnerable.

And God, we give you thanks for your child, Barack, as he assumes the office of President of the United States.

Give him wisdom beyond his years, inspire him with President Lincoln's reconciling leadership style, President Kennedy's ability to enlist our best efforts, and Dr. King's dream of a nation for all people.

Give him a quiet heart, for our ship of state needs a steady, calm captain.

Give him stirring words; We will need to be inspired and motivated to make the personal and common sacrifices necessary to facing the challenges ahead.

Make him color-blind, reminding him of his own words that under his leadership, there will be neither red nor blue states, but the United States.

Help him remember his own oppression as a minority, drawing on that experience of discrimination, that he might seek to change the lives of those who are still its victims.

Give him strength to find family time and privacy, and help him remember that even though he is president, a father only gets one shot at his daughters' childhoods.

And please, God, keep him safe. We know we ask too much of our presidents, and we're asking far too much of this one. We implore you, O good and great God, to keep him safe. Hold him in the palm of your hand, that he might do the work we have called him to do, that he might find joy in this impossible calling, and that in the end, he might lead us as a nation to a place of integrity, prosperity, and peace.

Amen.

I am the biggest dork ever

I'm still a little bit weepy over THIS.

Five Votes Down

You should watch the whole 5 minutes, but this is the coolest part ---

from 4:17 to the end, this is the answer to the question from Thaddeus in Lansing, MI, "Is the new administration going to get rid of the 'don't ask don't tell policy[?]"...
Robert Gibbs, incoming press secretary in the Obama administration: "Thaddeus, you don't hear a politician give a one word answer much, but it's yes."

Like I needed more reason to be in love with the administration-elect?

I would be happier if they got the rest of their GLBT-agenda-ducks all in a row. I suppose that's something we can work on. Like Michelle Goldberg says, Gibbs doesn't elaborate on how long it will take, or what it will look like, and Rick Warren will still be giving the Invocation at the Inauguration, and President-Elect Obama still opposes same-sex marriage BUT it seems to be a step forward! I am being optimistic.

In that video, by the way, the No Child Left Behind/Education answer was totally campaign-y (hello? you won? now do stuff?), and the universal healthcare question was barely even worth that politicked answer. Overall I'm pretty pleased so far.

In Inauguration News, the Metro has shown definite signs of preparing for the 20th! They have added many many 8 car trains (as opposed to the standard 6), and there are Metro Police everywhere, and of course there was the incident with the Two Metro Dudes, and also there are announcements about the train schedules for Inauguration Weekend ALL the time.

It basically rocks.

Stirred

A funny thing happened today as I was riding home on the Metro. Very ... odd.

After the Grosvenor-Strathmore station, the train goes into the underground tunnel on its way towards downtown. It honked the horn, which is not abnormal, and honked a lot, which is a little abnormal but not terribly strange. I was reading made-up case law for mock trial and wasn't paying attention when the train came to a dead stop in the middle of the tunnel. Not terribly unusual.

I did pay attention when half of the door (only half) nearest me opened, and two Metro employees climbed in with flashlights and bright yellow vests and what looked like purple gas masks? One of the guys banged on the conductor's compartment and said "THANKS HAPPY NEW YEAR MAN" and then the train kept going. The two Metro dudes stood around reading newspapers that they picked up from the floor of the train.

Then, one of them said "we're in Bethesda," talked to the conductor for like 10 seconds, and went back to reading the paper. Between Bethesda and Friendship Heights, the train stopped again in the middle of nowhere, the shrimpy white pasty dude got out his keys, crouched down and opened the door, and the two Metro dudes jumped down and disappeared.