Thursday, February 17, 2005
Blah blah blah blog.
Ok, time for a post with no organization or structure. Just babbling about random junk running through my head.
(Presented in unordered list format, because an ordered list would imply a hierarchy of importance. And we know that would be wrong.)
(Presented in unordered list format, because an ordered list would imply a hierarchy of importance. And we know that would be wrong.)
- Huh. The first definition of hierarchy in Webster's is "a division of angels." Really? That's not an obsolete or little-used meaning? It gets top billing over "a graded or ranked series"? Weird.
- My favorite thing about Loretta Lynn's Van Lear Rose? The way she pronounces "here" in the title song. "He said, 'Child, thi' sheer's the Van Lear Rose.'" I'm guessing it's probably the way her daddy used to say it, but something about it is just absolutely charming. And in "High on a Mountain Top" can't you just hear the way she must have sounded as a child in the line "Ain't comin' down, no never I'm not"? I seriously have a hard time not doing a little chair dance when that song comes on; it's so catchy.
- I just realized today that I've had this blog up for more than a year and there are still probably fewer than 20 posts on here. I bow my head in shame. Especially in the face of the prolificness of newly-minted bloggers like my high school friends Ashlee and Brad. You notice that I cleverly gave myself an out in my about page, though, right? I mean, I say right there that I'm lazy! Thus freeing myself of the obligation to be anything but. Yeah, I'm so smart I even give myself an excuse to get out of things I want to work on.
- Speaking of Brad, seeing his blog reminded me how he was my first crush in high school. I still remember the year the TAG Trek took us to Enchanted Rock and Brad and I sat up on the side of the rock and looked out at the trees changing color. Plus he fell asleep leaning on my shoulder on the ride down from Dallas. Ahhh, the pangs of unrequited high school love. So young, so sappy. Anyway, happy 31st to you BGB. (P.S. to Mrs. Brad: I have no designs on your husband. I swear!)
- Friendster vs. Orkut.
In my mind, Friendster wins hands-down. It's easier to use, has a better layout, isn't down nearly as often, and has more of my friends on it, allowing me to build a friends page in which my high school, college, New York, and grad school worlds collide. But Orkut does let you bookmark someone as a crush, and then if they bookmark you as a crush too you both get notified, and that's pretty cool. Quick everyone! Go crush on me on Orkut! Maybe I'm your secret admirer! - Oh my God. Valentine's Day week and a can of Coke obviously do things to my brain. And not in a good way.
- This weekend I'm going to go scream about bugs and maybe pet a tarantula or two. Where, you ask? Why at The Insect Fear Film Festival. Where else?
- Last night I saw the National Acrobats of Taiwan at Krannert Center here on campus. Everyone was amazingly athletic, but the guy that had the entire auditorium on the edge of their seats was the guy who literally balanced on the edge of a seat... about 30 feet above the stage. This guy started by balancing the feet of a kitchen chair on top of four champagne bottles on top of a table and then climbing up on top of the pile. Easy enough so far, right? I mean, you could kind of see how if you got things balanced pretty well it probably wouldn't be that scary. You wouldn't be too far off the floor, and there were two spotters there to catch you if you fell. But then he started adding chairs. And by the end of his act he was balanced on a pillar of chairs that reached higher than the balcony-level seating. And he was doing handstands. And the top chair was balanced at an angle. And people were practically afraid to clap because they were just holding their breath so that he wouldn't wobble. And the people in the front few rows must have been extremely nervous. Because I imagine none of them ever thought they'd be thinking about the lyrics to It's Raining Men as something that could actually happen. But, of course, the man with the impeccable balance and fantastic upper body strength did not fall. So everyone could go back to being relieved, until the next act, when the magician picked a "volunteer" out of the audience.
- This Comics Crumudgeon guy is good. He even makes it possible to get a laugh out of Mary Worth and Apartment 3G. That takes talent, dude.
- Will I ever get around to making my 101 in 1001 list? Can I put making the list on the list?
Comments:
molls, who knew? probably everyone but me. my near-sightedness extends beyond mere sight. i was hopelessly dedicated to my own crushes.
thanks for the birthday wish! happy days and sappy memories to you as well!
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thanks for the birthday wish! happy days and sappy memories to you as well!
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