Here's to you, Mrs. Sadowski: Jesus loves you more than you will know
I'm pasting here Anne's telling of her discovery of her girlhood dreams. I love it! It's in the same vein as the Dictator (Fill in the Blank). Thanks for sharing, Ms. Anne!
When I was 9 I had a Ramona Quimby diary. It was elaborate, with spaces for "what I did today" "my best friends" (a spot left frequently, curiously blank...hmm) etc. It also had a "where do you see yourself in 10 years?" space for both writing and artwork. So one night in a flurry of twitterpation over a certain someone, I wrote the following:
"Today was great! Jon and I are very happy. We're working in Montana on a dig, and had pizza for dinner. I love being married, and being a paleontologist. I have lots of friends, too."
Next to the entry was a drawing of me clutching an Allosaurus bone (how do I know it was an Allosaurus? I provided handy and useful labels in my chef d'oeuvre) in my right hand. Why my right? Because my left was incapacitated by the ENORMOUS diamond ring I had drawn onto it. Really it was more of a ring-stand than a useful appendage anymore.
The capstone to the entry was how I ended it:
"Good night Diary! Love, Anne D. Sadowski"
So apparently I've been paying boys excessive amounts of attention ever since my life was measured in SINGLE DIGITS. Oy.
PS--Jon Sadowski, if you're reading this, call me!
Friday, February 27, 2004
Thursday, February 26, 2004
Dictator ____________
Grace suggested that I keep track of my weekly imaginary husbands (the site does need to live up to his name), so I'll start doing so. A little background for those who don't know it:
Last month I was telling her about this article that I had read in the Atlantic Monthly about Saddam Hussein (great article, btw) and his little idiosyncracies as a dictator. For instance, he would write these melodramatic love story plays and make people perform them on the one Iraqi television station. Don't quote me on that, but it was something of that ilk. That kind of amused me. Anyway, as I was talking to Grace I concluded that if I were a dictator, I would do something up that alley. I wouldn't be interested in conquering other countries, or building up my wealth or other dictator hoohah, but I would be interested in all the fantasies of a typical 13 year old girl. I would hold concerts and force people come to see me sing and dance. I would force all of the weekly entertainment magazines focus their stories on me every week. And, most importantly, I would force the pinup boy of the moment to betroth me.
Ah, but my fancy is fickle and fleeting, so you would know who I'm currently taken with by what my last name has become. This week, I am Dictator Gyllenhaal.
The people of my land would probably be poor and suffering from extraordinarily bad infrastructures, but they would be the most pop culturally educated in all of the world.
Actually, it would only be a matter of time before I would be overthrown in a coup, so I better hurry up and marry and divorce all of these guys while I have the power. Stay tuned for next week's pick. Hint: Dirty Dancing Havanna Nights.
Grace suggested that I keep track of my weekly imaginary husbands (the site does need to live up to his name), so I'll start doing so. A little background for those who don't know it:
Last month I was telling her about this article that I had read in the Atlantic Monthly about Saddam Hussein (great article, btw) and his little idiosyncracies as a dictator. For instance, he would write these melodramatic love story plays and make people perform them on the one Iraqi television station. Don't quote me on that, but it was something of that ilk. That kind of amused me. Anyway, as I was talking to Grace I concluded that if I were a dictator, I would do something up that alley. I wouldn't be interested in conquering other countries, or building up my wealth or other dictator hoohah, but I would be interested in all the fantasies of a typical 13 year old girl. I would hold concerts and force people come to see me sing and dance. I would force all of the weekly entertainment magazines focus their stories on me every week. And, most importantly, I would force the pinup boy of the moment to betroth me.
Ah, but my fancy is fickle and fleeting, so you would know who I'm currently taken with by what my last name has become. This week, I am Dictator Gyllenhaal.
The people of my land would probably be poor and suffering from extraordinarily bad infrastructures, but they would be the most pop culturally educated in all of the world.
Actually, it would only be a matter of time before I would be overthrown in a coup, so I better hurry up and marry and divorce all of these guys while I have the power. Stay tuned for next week's pick. Hint: Dirty Dancing Havanna Nights.
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
From Today's The Onion
Transformer Refuses To Change Back
Into Volkswagen
CYBOTRON—Following an intense battle with Megatron and his evil Decepticons Monday, former robot-in-disguise Bumblebee refused to revert to his natural state as a yellow Volkswagen Beetle. "I hid my existence in this world by taking the form of a vehicle! I revealed my true nature when I was called upon to protect earth!" said Bumblebee, a member of Optimus Prime's heroic Autobots force. "I refuse to change back into a humiliating bubble-shaped compact car!" Bumblebee added that Megatron arrived on earth with one goal: Destruction!
Transformer Refuses To Change Back
Into Volkswagen
CYBOTRON—Following an intense battle with Megatron and his evil Decepticons Monday, former robot-in-disguise Bumblebee refused to revert to his natural state as a yellow Volkswagen Beetle. "I hid my existence in this world by taking the form of a vehicle! I revealed my true nature when I was called upon to protect earth!" said Bumblebee, a member of Optimus Prime's heroic Autobots force. "I refuse to change back into a humiliating bubble-shaped compact car!" Bumblebee added that Megatron arrived on earth with one goal: Destruction!
Oddly Addictive
Check out this site that Steve sent me (maybe because his kids watch?). They're like teletubbies, only odder. Play around and see if you can get them to dance. I find their shapes pleasing.
Steve's description of the teletubbies is the best:
Yes, I've watched more than a few 'tubbies episodes, more than a few times each. They're always losing stuff or eating burnt pancakes ("Tubby Toast") or slurping pink goo ("Tubby Custard," pronounced more like "Tubby Tussah").
Check out this site that Steve sent me (maybe because his kids watch?). They're like teletubbies, only odder. Play around and see if you can get them to dance. I find their shapes pleasing.
Steve's description of the teletubbies is the best:
Yes, I've watched more than a few 'tubbies episodes, more than a few times each. They're always losing stuff or eating burnt pancakes ("Tubby Toast") or slurping pink goo ("Tubby Custard," pronounced more like "Tubby Tussah").
Justly Married
Have you guys seen these photos of people who recently got married in San Francisco? It's a neat site/sight, and totally gives you chills seeing people so genuinely happy to finally get hitched.
Have you guys seen these photos of people who recently got married in San Francisco? It's a neat site/sight, and totally gives you chills seeing people so genuinely happy to finally get hitched.
Follow that blouse!
This is an interesting story about the journey of a donated shirt from the back of someone's closet in England to its final destination in Chipata, Zambia. I suppose I especially like this story since it involves Zambia. (from tmn)
This is an interesting story about the journey of a donated shirt from the back of someone's closet in England to its final destination in Chipata, Zambia. I suppose I especially like this story since it involves Zambia. (from tmn)
Dictionary.com's Word of the Day -
Perhaps this should have been the name of the blog
flibbertigibbet \FLIB-ur-tee-jib-it\, noun:
A silly, flighty, or scatterbrained person, especially a pert
young woman with such qualities.
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Flibbertigibbet is from Middle English flipergebet, which is
probably an imitation of the sound of meaningless chatter.
Trivia: Flibbertigibbet originally meant a gossip or
chatterbox, but it soon took on the idea of a light-minded or
frivolous person. Flibbertigibbet was also the name of a
demon; it appears in a list of 40 fiends in a book by Samuel
Harsnet and also in Shakespeare:
This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet: he begins at
curfew, and walks till the first cock; he gives the web and
the pin, squints the eye, and makes the hare-lip; mildews
the white wheat, and hurts the poor creature of earth.
--King Lear, iii. 4.
Perhaps this should have been the name of the blog
flibbertigibbet \FLIB-ur-tee-jib-it\, noun:
A silly, flighty, or scatterbrained person, especially a pert
young woman with such qualities.
_____________________________________________________
Flibbertigibbet is from Middle English flipergebet, which is
probably an imitation of the sound of meaningless chatter.
Trivia: Flibbertigibbet originally meant a gossip or
chatterbox, but it soon took on the idea of a light-minded or
frivolous person. Flibbertigibbet was also the name of a
demon; it appears in a list of 40 fiends in a book by Samuel
Harsnet and also in Shakespeare:
This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet: he begins at
curfew, and walks till the first cock; he gives the web and
the pin, squints the eye, and makes the hare-lip; mildews
the white wheat, and hurts the poor creature of earth.
--King Lear, iii. 4.
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
ANTM Update
So the models have to learn choreography, now they have to dance in the video of Tyra's DEBUT video. Oh man, so great. I love that this show is like a finishing school. The winner of the dance contest went out to dinner with ODB. The absurdity never ends!
Further update - Sarah got kicked out. That sucks! She was one of my favorites. Luckily, I will be consoled by the world premiere of Tyra's new video.
So the models have to learn choreography, now they have to dance in the video of Tyra's DEBUT video. Oh man, so great. I love that this show is like a finishing school. The winner of the dance contest went out to dinner with ODB. The absurdity never ends!
Further update - Sarah got kicked out. That sucks! She was one of my favorites. Luckily, I will be consoled by the world premiere of Tyra's new video.
SWEEET
Did anyone else sign up for that up for payment from CD companies over a trust lawsuit way back in 2001? I signed up, and wasn't certain what were the specifics of the lawsuit (as is apparent), and I am happy to report that I for paid today! I got a check for $13.86 and a letter from the Attorney General of Virginia. Thank you, Jerry Kilgore.
Did anyone else sign up for that up for payment from CD companies over a trust lawsuit way back in 2001? I signed up, and wasn't certain what were the specifics of the lawsuit (as is apparent), and I am happy to report that I for paid today! I got a check for $13.86 and a letter from the Attorney General of Virginia. Thank you, Jerry Kilgore.
Psycho Killer
Oh man, Grace wrote this morning, and told a story of something that happened over the weekend that tickles me to no end. With her permission, I'm posting it to the blog. A little background...Grace was back in DC this weekend to visit her dad's newly acquired puppy. Here's the story:
Yeah, I saw the puppy on Sunday, and my dad's giving him to some lady this week. The shady thing about her is that her last dog ran away...isn't that a bad sign? On a side note, my dad said the strangest thing to me as he drove me to the station: "You really like that puppy. You know, serial killers don't like animals, they're cruel." Perplexed, I asked him where that came from. He then said he was concerned about me because when I was home over Christmas I was looking at websites on serial killers and shared my fascination with them to him. He was relieved to see that I took to the puppy and assured me (himself), "People who like animals are good people." ...Dude, my dad thought that I had the potential to be a serial killer?
This reminds me of the time that my mom told me that she was concerned that I would be recruited by a cult. Awesome.
Oh man, Grace wrote this morning, and told a story of something that happened over the weekend that tickles me to no end. With her permission, I'm posting it to the blog. A little background...Grace was back in DC this weekend to visit her dad's newly acquired puppy. Here's the story:
Yeah, I saw the puppy on Sunday, and my dad's giving him to some lady this week. The shady thing about her is that her last dog ran away...isn't that a bad sign? On a side note, my dad said the strangest thing to me as he drove me to the station: "You really like that puppy. You know, serial killers don't like animals, they're cruel." Perplexed, I asked him where that came from. He then said he was concerned about me because when I was home over Christmas I was looking at websites on serial killers and shared my fascination with them to him. He was relieved to see that I took to the puppy and assured me (himself), "People who like animals are good people." ...Dude, my dad thought that I had the potential to be a serial killer?
This reminds me of the time that my mom told me that she was concerned that I would be recruited by a cult. Awesome.
Top 100 Sports Moments on the Simpsons
I'm going to forego my aversion to sports, and include this link (from ESPN.com, no less!) because it's pretty amusing. This is apparently only the first 25, counting down to number one.
75. Not the Yankees? With the town caught in a rabid anti-immigration movement, Apu feels obliged to prove his love for America by wearing a cowboy hat and a baseball jersey. "What do you say we take a relaxed attitude toward work and watch the baseball match? The N.Y. Mets are my favorite squadron," he says to a customer, pronouncing N.Y. as "nye."
(From Pop Culture Junk Mail)
I'm going to forego my aversion to sports, and include this link (from ESPN.com, no less!) because it's pretty amusing. This is apparently only the first 25, counting down to number one.
75. Not the Yankees? With the town caught in a rabid anti-immigration movement, Apu feels obliged to prove his love for America by wearing a cowboy hat and a baseball jersey. "What do you say we take a relaxed attitude toward work and watch the baseball match? The N.Y. Mets are my favorite squadron," he says to a customer, pronouncing N.Y. as "nye."
(From Pop Culture Junk Mail)
General Weirdness
Thanks Dad for this link to a website full of odd, short films. Kind of Lynchian, maybe.
Thanks Dad for this link to a website full of odd, short films. Kind of Lynchian, maybe.
He's still not in on the joke, but at least he's getting paid.
William Hung got offered a $25,000 record contract. He plans to title it "White Dragon."
William Hung got offered a $25,000 record contract. He plans to title it "White Dragon."
Andy Rooney Cracking Me Up
You DC folks may have seen this, but there was a little tidbit in this morning's Washington Post Express that made me chuckle out loud on the metro (for you non-DC folks, the Express is the free ad-laden, news-lite daily distributed outside metro stations in the area...it's a decent diversion and comes with a crossword).
The phone lines and email lines at CBS were set aflame after an Andy Rooney commentary on "60 Minutes" Sunday night. Referring to an earlier statement by Pat Robertson that God told him President Bush would be re-elected in a "blowout," Rooney said God had spoken to him as well. "I wish you'd tell your viewers that both Pat Robertson and Mel Gibson strike me as wackos," Rooney said God said.
Bwah!
You DC folks may have seen this, but there was a little tidbit in this morning's Washington Post Express that made me chuckle out loud on the metro (for you non-DC folks, the Express is the free ad-laden, news-lite daily distributed outside metro stations in the area...it's a decent diversion and comes with a crossword).
The phone lines and email lines at CBS were set aflame after an Andy Rooney commentary on "60 Minutes" Sunday night. Referring to an earlier statement by Pat Robertson that God told him President Bush would be re-elected in a "blowout," Rooney said God had spoken to him as well. "I wish you'd tell your viewers that both Pat Robertson and Mel Gibson strike me as wackos," Rooney said God said.
Bwah!
Monday, February 23, 2004
Wishful Thinking
Here's an editorial in The Nation pleading with Nader not to run back in late January.
Here's an editorial in The Nation pleading with Nader not to run back in late January.
For a small girl, Barbara sure has got a big crush...
Last night I went to see Fountains of Wayne for the third time at the 9:30 club. As usual, they put on a tight, flawless concert that offered a nice selection of their catalog. This band puts together such perfect power pop confections that I have difficulty articulating my love for them. I'm happy that they got some recognition to be nominated as Best New Band from the Grammies, but they've been around since at least 1996, and the Grammies are sort of bobo anyway. Anyway, their concerts are so high energy that I bounce around and sing and am generally annoying and then look all around me to see people standing there, stoic and not moving. How is that possible at a concert, especially one where you're surrounded by such delicious beats?
I was alarmed to see so many little kids there last night, though, but I guess that's what happens when a single gets so much radio play and it's a little gimmicky like "Stacy's Mom" is. I need to adjust to the fact that this band has moved from being my beloved indie little secret to being America's teenage population's Flava of the Moment.
It was a big music weekend in that Saturday night we went to the State Theater to see Cindy's band play. Very much fun, although now I am convinced that the State Theater bartender shortchanged me. I thought I had given him a $20 and he told me that I gave him a $10. Later I backtracked my expenditures, and there is no way I gave that dude a $10. Jerk.
Last night I went to see Fountains of Wayne for the third time at the 9:30 club. As usual, they put on a tight, flawless concert that offered a nice selection of their catalog. This band puts together such perfect power pop confections that I have difficulty articulating my love for them. I'm happy that they got some recognition to be nominated as Best New Band from the Grammies, but they've been around since at least 1996, and the Grammies are sort of bobo anyway. Anyway, their concerts are so high energy that I bounce around and sing and am generally annoying and then look all around me to see people standing there, stoic and not moving. How is that possible at a concert, especially one where you're surrounded by such delicious beats?
I was alarmed to see so many little kids there last night, though, but I guess that's what happens when a single gets so much radio play and it's a little gimmicky like "Stacy's Mom" is. I need to adjust to the fact that this band has moved from being my beloved indie little secret to being America's teenage population's Flava of the Moment.
It was a big music weekend in that Saturday night we went to the State Theater to see Cindy's band play. Very much fun, although now I am convinced that the State Theater bartender shortchanged me. I thought I had given him a $20 and he told me that I gave him a $10. Later I backtracked my expenditures, and there is no way I gave that dude a $10. Jerk.
Friday, February 20, 2004
Au Bon Pain - One of Dante's Layers of Hell?
To the cranky Au Bon Pain manager who snapped at me for volunteering too late that my co-worker who was behind me was also ordering at least one latte - There really is no need to be rude, I was only trying to help after I realized that noone else was going to come and help you work the coffee counter, and I saw that after ten minutes you were halfway through your task, and I thought that it might make it easier for you. Granted, I probably should have minded my own business, but after working customer service at a busy ice cream place for over three years in college, I know how it sometimes helps to double up orders, even if you're halfway through a task. Your dirty look and rude response was not necessary. I'm sure under normal, non-coffee special, not-having-to-work-behind-the-coffee-counter-that's-usually-empty circumstances you have your moments of kindness, but right then, sir, you were an asshole.
To the cranky Au Bon Pain clerk who I told I had two lattes TWICE (the second time after you mumbled something to me) who then charged me for a coffee and a latte and then got all huffy because you had to void the order and then put it in right in order to give me the deal - normally you are perfectly nice. I don't know what happened to you today, but you definitely weren't perfectly nice.
To the man behind me in line who sighed loudly and shifted restlessly when we had to wait 30 seconds for someone to fetch the VOID card in order to fix the order - I hope waiting that extra 30 seconds to purchase your shortbread cookie wasn't too big a bother for you. To quote Dido, I just want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life.
To the Au Bon Pain corporation - perhaps you should rethink this two-for-one special coffee deal you have through the month of February? While I'm enjoying this $1.50 latte greatly, your employees' tempers seem to be suffering the worse for it.
To the cranky Au Bon Pain manager who snapped at me for volunteering too late that my co-worker who was behind me was also ordering at least one latte - There really is no need to be rude, I was only trying to help after I realized that noone else was going to come and help you work the coffee counter, and I saw that after ten minutes you were halfway through your task, and I thought that it might make it easier for you. Granted, I probably should have minded my own business, but after working customer service at a busy ice cream place for over three years in college, I know how it sometimes helps to double up orders, even if you're halfway through a task. Your dirty look and rude response was not necessary. I'm sure under normal, non-coffee special, not-having-to-work-behind-the-coffee-counter-that's-usually-empty circumstances you have your moments of kindness, but right then, sir, you were an asshole.
To the cranky Au Bon Pain clerk who I told I had two lattes TWICE (the second time after you mumbled something to me) who then charged me for a coffee and a latte and then got all huffy because you had to void the order and then put it in right in order to give me the deal - normally you are perfectly nice. I don't know what happened to you today, but you definitely weren't perfectly nice.
To the man behind me in line who sighed loudly and shifted restlessly when we had to wait 30 seconds for someone to fetch the VOID card in order to fix the order - I hope waiting that extra 30 seconds to purchase your shortbread cookie wasn't too big a bother for you. To quote Dido, I just want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life.
To the Au Bon Pain corporation - perhaps you should rethink this two-for-one special coffee deal you have through the month of February? While I'm enjoying this $1.50 latte greatly, your employees' tempers seem to be suffering the worse for it.
Great Articles
I remember when I read this article last year on the a couple of women in a low income neighborhood in Oklahoma and the concept of marriage in their lives. The older woman has a son named Fella who totally captures your heart. I stayed up will 1 in the morning reading this article and was hook, line, and sinker pulled into the these women's stories. I hope that one of the wealthy New Yorker readers made it their job to fund Fella's education after this article came out.
I remember when I read this article last year on the a couple of women in a low income neighborhood in Oklahoma and the concept of marriage in their lives. The older woman has a son named Fella who totally captures your heart. I stayed up will 1 in the morning reading this article and was hook, line, and sinker pulled into the these women's stories. I hope that one of the wealthy New Yorker readers made it their job to fund Fella's education after this article came out.
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