Thursday, December 27, 2007

I let my wretched little cat sleep on my bed all night, and what is the thanks I get? She vomits into my bra. Merry Christmas.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

If you have a soul, champagne makes it more soulful; if you don't have one, a latte gives you the illusion that you do.
- from The King in the Window by Adam Gopnik

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Today I decided to take down my dreamcatcher.

If it worked I doubt I would dream that my family and friends were a diaspora people of animate living room furniture desperately seeking a land in which to live in peace.

Saturday, November 03, 2007

Thankful
by Josh Groban

Some days we forget
To look around us
Some days we can't see
The joy that surrounds us
So caught up inside ourselves
We take what we should give

So for tonight we pray for
What we know can be
And on this day we hope for
What we still can't see
It's up to us
To be the change
And even though we all can still do more
There's so much to be thankful for

Look beyond ourselves
There's so much sorrow
It's way too late to say
I'll cry tomorrow
Each of us must find our truth
It's so long overdue

So for tonight
We pray for
What we know can be
And every day we hope for
What we still can't see
It's up to us
To be the change
And even though we all can still do more
There's so much to be thankful for

Even with our differences
There is a place
We're all connected
Each of us can find each other's light

So for tonight we pray for
What we know can be
And on this day we hope for
What we still can't see
It's up to us
To be the change
And even though this world needs so much more
There's so much to be thankful for

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

The most deadly fruit is borne by the hatred which one grafts on an extinguished friendship.
- Gotthold Ephraim Lessing

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Let the dead rest, and the past remain the past.
- Captain Jean-Luc Picard in "The Battle"

Sunday, October 07, 2007

I am drowning in music! Help m- *gurgle*

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

So... Isn't the solution fairly obvious? Just require all athletes to use steroids and presto! you even the playing field.* Seems pretty simple to me.

*Pardon the exceedingly apropos metaphor.†

†Nah, don't really.‡

‡I think it rocks.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Perhaps children only grow up when they tire of playing at being adults.
Do you ever wonder how much air time is used up by the rampantly-repeated phrases "thanks for having me" and "thanks for calling"?

'Cause I do.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

If your lifestyle reflects someone else's idea of how your life should be, take a few moments to imagine how much simpler it would be if you dropped the pretense and learned just to be yourself.
- Elaine St. James

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Monday, July 30, 2007

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Look! More lyrics! Yay! ;)

Take Me There
by Rascal Flatts

There’s a place in your heart, nobody's been,
Take me there.
Things nobody knows,
Not even your friends,
Take me there.
Tell me bout your momma, your daddy, your hometown,
Show me around,
I want see it all, don't leave anything out

I want to know, everything about you then.
And I want to go, down every road you've been.
Where your hopes and dreams, and wishes live,
Where you keep the rest of your life hid,
I want to know the girl behind that pretty stare,
Take me there.

Your first real kiss, your first true love,
You were scared.
Show me where,
You learned about life, spent your summer nights, without a care.
I want to roll down main street, the back roads,
Like you did when you were a kid,
What made you who you are,
Tell me what your story is.

I want to know, everything about you then.
And I want to go, down every road you've been.
Where your hopes and dreams, and wishes live,
Where you keep the rest of your life hid,
I want to know the girl behind that pretty stare
Take me there.

I want to know, everything about you.
Yeah, everything about you baby.
I want to go, down every road you've been.
Where your hopes and dreams and wishes live,
Where you keep the rest of Your life hid,
I want to know the girl behind that pretty stare.
Take me, take me, take me there.
Take me there.

Thursday, July 05, 2007

In the Cold, Cold Night
by The White Stripes

I saw you standing in the corner
On the edge of a burning light
I saw you standing in the corner
Come to me again in the cold, cold night

You make me feel a little older
Like a full grown woman might
But when you're gone I grow colder
In the cold, cold, night

I saw you standing in the corner
On the edge of a burning light
I saw you standing in the corner
Come to me again in the cold, cold night

You make me feel a little older
Like a full grown woman might
But when you're gone I grow colder
Come to me again in the cold, cold night

I see you walking by my front door
I hear the creaking of the kitchen floor
I don't care what other people say
I'm going to love you, anyway
Come to me again in the cold, cold night

I can't stand it any longer
I need the fuel to make my fire burn bright
So don't fight it any longer
Come to me again in the cold, cold night

And I know that you feel it too
When my skin turns into glue
You will know that it's warm inside
And you'll come run to me, in the cold, cold night


I love concerts and nice people. :)
The aural replication of milk delivery is clearly a common (if evolutionarily bewildering) gift amongst the domesticated mynahs of the West Country and a phenomenon into which more research cries out to be done.
- from Moab Is My Washpot by Stephen Fry

Monday, July 02, 2007

Happy marriage, Monica and Matt!

P.S. Pictures to follow. Um, maybe. At least on Facebook. :D

Friday, June 22, 2007

Rhiannon
by Fleetwood Mac

Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night
And wouldn't you love to love her?
Takes to the sky like a bird in flight and
Who will be her lover?

All your life you've never seen
A woman taken by the wind.
Would you stay if she promised you heaven?
Will you ever win?

She is like a cat in the dark,
And then she is the darkness.
She rules her life like a fine skylark
And when the sky is starless.

All your life you've never seen
A woman taken by the wind.
Would you stay if she promised you heaven?
Will you ever win?
Will you ever win?

Rhiannon, Rhiannon, Rhiannon, Rhiannon.

She rings like a bell through the night
And wouldn't you love to love her?
She rules her life like a bird in flight and
Who will be her lover?

All your life you've never seen
A woman taken by the wind.
Would you stay if she promised you heaven?
Will you ever win?
Will you ever win?

Rhiannon, Rhiannon, Rhiannon, Rhiannon.

Taken by, taken by the sky.
Taken by, taken by the sky.
Taken by, taken by the sky.
Taken by, taken by the sky.

Dreams unwind, love's a state of mind.
Dreams unwind, love's a state of mind.
Dreams unwind, love's a state of mind.
Dreams unwind, love's a state of mind.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

The music world is telling me contradictory things. :(

Take this, for example:

Exhibit A
Playin' with the queen of hearts, knowin' it ain't really smart...
- Juice Newton, "Queen of Hearts"

Exhibit B
Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy, she'll beat you if she's able; you know the queen of hearts is always your best bet.
- the Eagles, "Desperado"

What am I to do?

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Lately, when I start to drive, I consistently have the urge to just keep driving... Huh.

*****

Tonight, while listening to Leah, I couldn't decide whether I was more inclined towards "Trigger Happy" or "Let Me Down Easy." Now that right there is one special kind of mood.

*****



Youths?! Gasp! We can't have those around! They might try to teach us to be free with their innocence and trusting or something. Blech!

Saturday, June 09, 2007

Be fair with others, but then keep after them until they're fair with you.
- Alan Alda

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Today's fortune cookie: Any doubts you may have will disappear early this month.

Well... Cool! :)

Sunday, June 03, 2007

I believe in the brotherhood of man and the uniqueness of the individual. But if you ask me to prove what I believe, I can't. You know them to be true but you could spend a whole lifetime without being able to prove them. The mind can proceed only so far upon what it knows and can prove. There comes a point where the mind takes a higher plane of knowledge, but can never prove how it got there. All great discoveries have involved such a leap.
- Albert Einstein

Didn't someone recently say something about not giving Einstein authority on matters other than physics? Oh well.

And on a totally unrelated note... NERTZ!

Friday, June 01, 2007

You know that scene at the very beginning of The Matrix where Trinity has to tell herself quite firmly to get up?

That's basically what I have to do every morning.
Standing Outside the Fire
by Garth Brooks

We call them cool
Those hearts that have no scars to show
The ones that never do let go
And risk the tables being turned

We call them fools
Who have to dance within the flame
Who chance the sorrow and the shame
That always comes with getting burned

But you've got to be tough when consumed by desire
'Cause it's not enough just to stand outside the fire

We call them strong
Those who can face this world alone
Who seem to get by on their own
Those who will never take the fall

We call them weak
Who are unable to resist
The slightest chance love might exist
And for that forsake it all

They're so hell-bent on giving, walking a wire
Convinced it's not living if you stand outside the fire

Standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Life is not tried, it is merely survived
If you're standing outside the fire

There's this love that is burning
Deep in my soul
Constantly yearning to get out of control
Wanting to fly higher and higher
I can't abide
Standing outside the fire

Standing outside the fire
Standing outside the fire
Life is not tried, it is merely survived
If you're standing outside the fire

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Lullaby
by Josh Groban

Hush now baby, don't you cry
Rest your wings, my butterfly
Peace will come to you in time
And I will sing this lullaby

Know though I must leave, my child
That I would stay here by your side
And if you wake before I'm gone
Remember this sweet lullaby

And all love through darkness
Don't you ever stop believing
With love forlorn
With love you'll find your way
My love

The world has turned the day to dark
I leave this night with heavy heart
When I return to dry your eyes
I will sing this lullaby

Yes I will sing this lullaby
Oooooohhh

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Monday, May 28, 2007

I feel like cooking; I am obviously losing my mind.

Friday, May 25, 2007

Wish #1 has materialized! :D

Still waiting on Wish #2, however...

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

I'd like Nathan Fillion now please.

(That's for the good volunteer(s) granting my wishes.)

Monday, May 21, 2007

I want the new Linkin Park album.

Would anyone like to start granting my every wish? :D
My life has acquired new and wonderful direction. ;)

Friday, May 18, 2007

O heavy hand of fate!
Who now more desolate,
Whose tale more sad than thine, whose lot more dire?

- from Oedipus Rex

Good job, friends.
I like nice people.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

If there is one thing in life that I cannot stand, it is a debacle.

I move to abolish debacles.

Second, anyone?

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Weight
by Sarah Slean

What did I give to you
What did you give to me
A nothing-trail of silences that warp in the rain
You said I don't really know the reason
It's just not the same
What a vacant breath and when,
When you say my name

And do you know the weight I'm under
When everything revolves around you
Soon the shoulder falls

All forgotten handshakes
Names like falling leaves
Apathy will spread like wildfire
Take you away from me
I'm leaning out the window
Gonna catch the August rain
I'm gonna fill your mouth up
Make you live again

And do you know the weight I'm under
When everything revolves around you
Soon the shoulder falls


Goodness gracious, I love Ms. Slean!
An art gallery! How straightforward! I thought. Within moments someone had been shot (by whom?--I didn't see them) and I held three bars of platinum. Except they weren't really platinum, they were pewter--or so the expert told me--cheap and common. And I was embroiled suddenly in petty but dangerous intrigue that I had not sought.

* * *

Today in the biology capstone class we were asked to rank the following items, in order of moral standing, on a continuum with a competent adult human at one end and a rock at the other: a child, a brain-dead adult, a fetus, a dolphin, a dog, an insect, an alien, a bird, a species, and a tree.

It was an impossible task for me; I could not rank them.

Monday, May 14, 2007

Would Wolfowitz try to retain some dignity and just resign already?! Geez!
I think I am doomed to idealism.

Well, you know, in a cynical sort of way.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

You know, I used to find Cate Blanchett odd-looking. I have changed my mind.

Friday, May 11, 2007

Never-ending Road (Amhrán Duit)
by Loreena McKennitt

The road now leads onward
As far as can be
Winding lanes
And hedgerows in threes
By purple mountains
And round every bend
All roads lead to you
There is no journey's end.

Here is my heart and I give it to you
Take me with you across this land
These are my dreams, so simple, so few
Dreams we hold in the palm of our hands

Deep in the winter
Amidst falling snow
High in the air
Where the bells they all toll
And now all around me
I feel you still here
Such is the journey
No mystery to fear.

Here is my heart and I give it to you
Take me with you across this land
These are my dreams, so simple, so few
Dreams we hold in the palm of our hands

The road now leads onward
And I know not where
I feel in my heart
That you will be there
Whenever a storm comes
Whatever our fears
The journey goes on
As your love ever nears

Here is my heart and I give it to you
Take me with you across this land
These are my dreams, so simple, so few
Dreams we hold in the palm of our hands


Loreena is even more awe-inspiring in person. All of my years of admiration are now vindicated. Hooray. :)

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Does anyone but me find this unspeakably hilarious?

The Ballad of Serenity
by Sonny Rhodes

Take my love, take my land
Take me where I cannot stand
I don't care, I'm still free
You can't take the sky from me.

Take me out to the black
Tell them I ain't comin' back
Burn the land and boil the sea
You can't take the sky from me.

Leave the men where they lay
They'll never see another day
Lost my soul, lost my dream
You can't take the sky from me.

I feel the black reaching out
I hear its song without a doubt
I still hear and I still see
That you can't take the sky from me.

Lost my love, lost my land
Lost the last place I could stand
There's no place I can be
Since I've found Serenity

And you can't take the sky from me.


Words cannot express how much I adore this poor, marvelous, canceled show.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Remember us all when we got here?

We're like that Offspring song now, I swear...
House: Everybody does stupid things. It shouldn't cost them everything they want in life.
Cuddy: No it shouldn't, but it usually does.
- from House, M.D., Season 1, "Sports Medicine"

Monday, May 07, 2007

I know I was born a woman, but I feel like a pomegranate.

I'd like the requisite surgeries, please.
Okay, look. I need a yogi. Surely one of you knows of a good yogi. Isn't that what globalization is supposed to do for me?

Also, I need yogurt. (This may, on the surface, appear to be related to my desire for a yogi, but I assure you that it is not. Yet.)

Sunday, May 06, 2007

You know what one of the most irritating things in life is?

Having to scrape someone else's gum off the bottom of your shoe.

Saturday, May 05, 2007

Love Alive
by Heart

The sky was dark this morning
When I raised my head
I stood at the window
Darkness was my bane

Suddenly a sunbeam arc
Thrilled me to my weary heart
It was the prettiest thing
I'd ever seen

I knew I had to keep my love,
Keep my love alive
Keep my love,
Keep my love alive

Baby I want you to roll me
Hold me in your love
No more habits, promises and jive
Ever since I was a baby girl
Wanted one thing most in this world
It was to keep my love,
Keep my love alive

I want to keep my love,
Keep my love alive
Keep my love,
Keep my love alive

You're up there under the spotlight
Your silver trophy shines
With all you got, my lord!
You must get high
You need a whole lot more than money
You need more than to survive
You need to keep your love
Keep your love alive

Friday, May 04, 2007

The Eagle and the Hawk
by John Denver

I am the eagle, I live in high country
In rocky cathedrals that reach to the sky
I am the hawk and there's blood on my feathers
But time is still turning, they soon will be dry
And all those who see me, and all who believe in me
Share in the freedom I feel when I fly

Come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops
Sail o'er the canyons and up to the stars
And reach for the heavens and hope for the future
And all that we can be and not what we are...


I believe that we can be better. All of us.
I love this man truly and endlessly.

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Look! It's seasonally inappropriate! Cool!

Winter
by Tori Amos

Snow can wait
I forgot my mittens
Wipe my nose
Get my new boots on
I get a little warm in my heart
When I think of winter
I put my hand in my father's glove
I run off
Where the drifts get deeper
Sleeping beauty trips me with a frown
I hear a voice
"You must learn to stand up for yourself
'Cause I can't always be around"
He says
When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell you that I'll always want you near
You say that things change, my dear

Boys get discovered as winter melts
Flowers competing for the sun
Years go by and I'm here still waiting
Withering where some snowman was
Mirror, mirror, where's the crystal palace?
But I only can see the myself
Skating around the truth who I am
But I know, dad, the ice is getting thin

When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell you that I'll always want you near
You say that things change my dear

Hair is grey
And the fires are burning
So many dreams
On the shelf
You say, I wanted you to be proud of me
I always wanted that myself

He says
When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses have gone ahead
I tell you that I'll always want you near
You say that things change
My dear


If only we didn't all only hear what we wanted to hear. If only we could really be objective. But then, would the world be better, or would it be completely heartless?

I can't tell; I'm not objective. :P

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Turn to me and be gracious to me,
for I am lonely and afflicted.

The troubles of my heart have multiplied;
free me from my anguish.

Look upon my affliction and my distress
and take away all my sins.

See how my enemies have increased
and how fiercely they hate me!

Guard my life and rescue me;
let me not be put to shame,
for I take refuge in you.

May integrity and uprightness protect me,
because my hope is in you.

- Psalm 25:16-21 (NIV)

It was suggested that I read these verses. Should I feel better now?

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

If You're Going Through Hell
by Rodney Atkins

Well, you know those times when you feel like
There's a sign there on your back.
Says: "I don't mind if you kick me;
"Seems like everybody has."
Things go from bad to worse:
You think they can't get worse than that then they do.

You step off the straight an' narrow,
An' you don't know where you are.
Use the needle of your compass,
To sew up your broken heart.
Ask directions from a genie,
In a bottle of Jim Bean an' she lies to you.

Well, that's when you learn the truth:
If you're goin' through hell,
Keep on goin'
Don't slow down
If you're scared don't show it.
You might get out,
'Fore the devil even knows you're there.

Well, I've been deep down in that darkness,
I been down to my last match.
Felt a hundred different demons,
Breathin' fire down my back.
An' I knew that if I stumbled,
I'd fall right into the trap that they were layin', yeah.

But the good news is there's angels,
Everywhere out on the street.
Holdin' out a hand,
To pull you back up on your feet:
The one's that you been draggin' so long,
You're on your knees; you might as well be prayin'.

Guess what I'm sayin':
If you're goin' through hell,
Keep on goin'.
Don't slow down:
If you're scared don't show it.
You might get out,
'Fore the devil even knows you're there.

Yeah, if you're goin' through hell,
Keep on movin'.
Face that fire:
Walk right through it.
You might get out,
'Fore the devil even knows you're there.
Oooh.

Instrumental break.

If you're goin' through hell,
Keep on goin'.
Don't slow down:
If you're scared don't show it.
You might get out,
'Fore the devil even knows you're there.

Yeah, if you're goin' through hell,
Keep on movin'.
Face that fire:
Walk right through it.
You might get out,
'Fore the devil even knows you're there.

Yeah, you might get out,
'Fore the devil even knows you're there.
Yeah.
Ooh, ooh ooh.
Oh.


I usually find this song slightly disturbing, but at the moment it's quite inspiring!
It would be so spectacular if everyone I know could just grow up and/or communicate properly.

(I suppose I need to include myself in that as well.)

Monday, April 30, 2007

I am so tired of thinking...

Perhaps I should try meditation.

Friday, April 27, 2007

Teardrops On My Guitar
by Taylor Swift

Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see
That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be
I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about
And she's got everything that I have to live without

Drew talks to me, I laugh cause it's so damn funny
That I can't even see anyone when he's with me
He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,
I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night

[Chorus:]

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do

Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly,
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause

[Repeat Chorus]

So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light
I'll put his picture down and maybe
Get some sleep tonight

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one who's got enough for me to break my heart
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
He's the time taken up, but there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into...

Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see.


I hate it when things get all horrible that were never meant to be horrible in the least.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

OMG!

Seeing one of these shows will make my life complete.

:D

Friday, April 20, 2007

Anyway
by Martina McBride

You can spend your whole life building
Something from nothin'
One storm can come and blow it all away
Build it anyway

You can chase a dream
That seems so out of reach
And you know it might never come your way
Dream it anyway

God is great
But sometimes life ain't good
And when I pray
It doesn't always turn out like
I think it should
But I do it anyway
I do it anyway

This world's gone crazy
It's hard to believe
That tomorrow will be better than today
Believe it anyway

You can love someone with all your heart
For all the right reasons
In a moment they can choose to walk away
Love 'em anyway

God is great
But sometimes life ain't good
And when I pray
It doesn't always turn out like
I think it should
But I do it anyway
I do it anyway

You can pour your soul out singing
A song you believe in
That tomorrow they'll forget you ever sang
Sing it anyway
Yea - sing it anyway

I sing
I dream
I love
Anyway


I love country so endlessly... :)

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

What was Grace really looking for when she had undertaken this expedition? Maybe the worst thing would have been to get just what she might have thought she was after. Sheltering roof, screened windows, the lake in front, the stand of maple and cedar and balm of Gilead trees behind. Perfect preservation, the past intact, when nothing of the kind could be said of herself. To find something so diminished, still existing but made irrelevant--as the Travers house now seemed to be, with its added dormer windows, its startling blue paint--might be less hurtful in the long run.

And what if you find it gone altogether? You make a fuss. If anybody has come along to listen to you, you bewail the loss. But mightn't a feeling of relief pass over you, of old confusions or obligations wiped away?

- from "Passion" in Runaway by Alice Munro

Monday, April 16, 2007

Alright! Who's up for retrofitting the South Hall toilets? :D

Saturday, April 14, 2007

A day of nothing in particular.

I had nearly forgotten how much I love such days!

Monday, April 09, 2007

Hey! Look at this! :)

--Edit: By the way, My Little Blue Dress by Bruno Maddox is an awesome book.
Josh concerts just never get old no matter how many times you attend them. :D

Friday, April 06, 2007

Your Wish Is My Wish
by Sarah Slean

In my mind-storm I did carry you
Through the briars of disbelief
Through the woods of lethargy
Through a groaning dark so deep
I thought I died

In the fountain I did cool our feet
Under red and rainless skies
Singing ragged lullabies
Through the grief all advertised
In neon lights

Baby, your wish is my wish
And I have only this
From now on

Baby, your wish is my wish
Keep on running to the door

I hear Beauty crying in her sleep
So I bent for one more kiss
And her tears will turn and twist
We make bliss to end all bliss
And all time

Baby, your wish is my wish
And I have only this
From now on

Baby, your wish is my wish
Keep on running to the dawn
Running to the door...
Keep on running to the dawn

I hear Beauty crying in her sleep

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Thank goodness I'm graduating with a super-useful bachelor's degree in history; now I know how to use many "isms" appropriately.

Sunday, April 01, 2007

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Buddhist Thought of the Day

A man who is seeking for realization is not only going round searching for his spectacles without realizing that they are on his nose all the time, but also were he not actually looking through them he would not be able to see what he is looking for!
- from Ask the Awakened by Wei Wu Wei

--

Finals are o-ver, fi-i-nals are o-ver! Hip hip hurrah!

Monday, March 19, 2007

Machine
by Josh Groban

Rising above tension below
Learn from the in-between
Blinded by trust, asleep to the truth
Awakened by disbelief
Somewhere I found strength in my soul
Still you refuse to see

Are you sure I'm not all right?
'Cause lately I've been feeling fine!
Every lifeline leads its own way to the heavens
But I have seen you run in circles, unforgiven
Is there anything in this world that can make you stop?!
Oh, you're a machine!

A world of your own
Hollow inside
Careful when worlds collide
I'm filling my life
With all it can hold
Carry it on with pride

Are you sure I'm not all right?
Cause lately I've been feeling fine!
Every lifeline leads its own way to the heavens
But I have seen you run in circles, unforgiven
Is there anything in this world that can make you stop?!
Oh, you're a machine!

The sun's still above
All the rain that's coming down
And I can feel the clouds drifting away
And now the sky is open wide!
Turn the light on, you will see things
So much clearer
Ohh, but there's no heart
Oh, there's no heart, and I've spent all this time feeling
Something you can't feel at all!
You're a machine!
Oh, you're a machine.


I'm so looking forward to when the new single comes out; everyone will be unbearably jealous of my licence plates! (Well, maybe not everyone...)

Friday, March 16, 2007

California
by Sarah Slean

I went to California
I met a lovely man
He rubs a wedding finger
Without a wedding band

He knows better anyhow
His kisses are just all in his eyes
I know better
I know better still I wish I was
By your side

The taxi open window
The summer on the wind
I'd ask about a lover
But how would I begin?

He knows better anyhow
His kisses are just all in his eyes
I know better
I know better, still I wish I was
By your side


I love the Toronto music scene. :)

I hope we are always ridiculous with hope.
- Sarah Slean

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Men are all the same, they just have different faces so you can tell them apart.
- Anonymous

Friday, March 09, 2007

She nodded, and we sat a while in silence. How odd that we should have been friends, in a manner of speaking, all our lives, yet never once felt kindly disposed until this moment. There we sat, among the doilies and the teacups, two fat old women, no longer haggling with one another, but only with fate, pitting our wits against God's.
--from The Stone Angel by Margaret Laurence

Monday, March 05, 2007

The Fish

I caught a tremendous fish
and held him beside the boat
half out of water, with my hook
fast in a corner of his mouth.
He didn't fight.
He hadn't fought at all.
He hung a grunting weight,
battered and venerable
and homely. Here and there
his brown skin hung in strips
like ancient wallpaper,
and its pattern of darker brown
was like wallpaper:
shapes like full-blown roses
stained and lost through age.
He was speckled and barnacles,
fine rosettes of lime,
and infested
with tiny white sea-lice,
and underneath two or three
rags of green weed hung down.
While his gills were breathing in
the terrible oxygen
--the frightening gills,
fresh and crisp with blood,
that can cut so badly--
I thought of the coarse white flesh
packed in like feathers,
the big bones and the little bones,
the dramatic reds and blacks
of his shiny entrails,
and the pink swim-bladder
like a big peony.
I looked into his eyes
which were far larger than mine
but shallower, and yellowed,
the irises backed and packed
with tarnished tinfoil
seen through the lenses
of old scratched isinglass.
They shifted a little, but not
to return my stare.
--It was more like the tipping
of an object toward the light.
I admired his sullen face,
the mechanism of his jaw,
and then I saw
that from his lower lip
--if you could call it a lip
grim, wet, and weaponlike,
hung five old pieces of fish-line,
or four and a wire leader
with the swivel still attached,
with all their five big hooks
grown firmly in his mouth.
A green line, frayed at the end
where he broke it, two heavier lines,
and a fine black thread
still crimped from the strain and snap
when it broke and he got away.
Like medals with their ribbons
frayed and wavering,
a five-haired beard of wisdom
trailing from his aching jaw.
I stared and stared
and victory filled up
the little rented boat,
from the pool of bilge
where oil had spread a rainbow
around the rusted engine
to the bailer rusted orange,
the sun-cracked thwarts,
the oarlocks on their strings,
the gunnels--until everything
was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow!
And I let the fish go.


--Elizabeth Bishop

Thanks, Lucia! :D

Thursday, March 01, 2007

America cannot credibly preach nuclear temperance from a barstool.
- U.S. Rep. Ed Markey (MA)

Check out Still in the Shadow of Nuclear Weapons, a pamphlet published by the Friends Committee on National Legislation (FCNL).

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Women are like modern paintings. You can't enjoy them if you try to understand them.
- Freddie Mercury

Friday, February 23, 2007

February Song
by Josh Groban

Where has that old friend gone
Lost in a February song
Tell him it won't be long
'Til he opens his eyes
Opens his eyes

Where is that simple day
Before colors broke into shades
And how did I ever fade
Into this life
Into this life

And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
When all that I've known is lost and found
I promise you I, I'll come back to you one day

Morning is waking up
And sometimes it's more than just enough
When all that you need to love
Is in front of your eyes
It's in front of your eyes

And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
Sometimes it's hard to find my ground
'Cause I keep on falling as
I try to get away from this crazy world

And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
When all that I've known is lost and found
I promise you I, I'll come back to you one day

Where has that old friend gone
Lost in a February song
Tell him it won't be long
'Til he opens his eyes
Opens his eyes

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Nearly every last one of us has stopped blogging meaningfully.

Why?

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Sometimes It's a Bitch
by Stevie Nicks

Well I've run through rainbows and castles of candy
And I've cried a river of tears from the pain
I've tried to dance with what life had to hand me
My partner's been pleasure my partner's been pain

There are days when I swear I could fly like an eagle
And dark desperate hours that nobody sees
My arms stretched triumphant on top of the mountain
Or my head in my hands down on my knees

Sometimes it's a bitch, sometimes it's a breeze
Sometimes love's blind and sometimes it sees
Sometimes it's roses and sometimes it's weeds
Sometimes it's a bitch, sometimes it's a breeze

I've reached in darkness and come out with treasure
I've laid down with love and I woke up with lies
What's it all worth only the heart can measure
It's not what's in the mirror but what's left inside

Sometimes it's a bitch, sometimes it's a breeze
Sometimes love's blind and sometimes it sees
Sometimes it's roses and sometimes it's weeds
Sometimes it's a bitch, sometimes it's a breeze

You gotta take it as it comes
Sometimes it don't come easy

I've run through rainbows and castles of candy
And I've cried a river of tears from the pain
I tried to dance with what life had to hand me
And if I could I'd do it all over again

Sometimes it's a bitch, sometimes it's a breeze
Sometimes love's blind and sometimes it sees
Sometimes it's roses and sometimes it's weeds
Sometimes it's a bitch, sometimes it's a breeze
Sometimes the picture just ain't what it seems
You get what you want but it's not what you need
Sometimes it's a bitch, sometimes it's a breeze
Well it's a breeze, it's a breeze, it's a breeze

Tuesday, February 13, 2007






Look! It's my great-grandparents. Aren't they lovely? :)

(Chewed corner brought to you by Peaches.)

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

It's really just time for this again. Because, well, it's spectacular. :D

[Girl:] Will you raise me up, will you help me down?
Will you get me right out of this Godforsaken town?
Will you make it all a little less cold?

[Boy:] I can do that! I can do that!

[Girl:] Will you hold me sacred? Will you hold me tight?
Can you colorize my life, I'm so sick of black and white?
Can you make it all a little less old?

[Boy:] I can do that! Oh oh, now I can do that!

[Girl:] Will you make me some magic, with your own two hands?
Can you build an emerald city with these grains of sand?
Can you give me something I can take home?

[Boy:] I can do that! Oh oh now, I can do that!

[Girl:] Will you cater to every fantasy I got?
Will ya hose me down with holy water, if I get too hot?
Will you take me places I've never known?

[Boy:] I can do that! Oh oh now, I can do that!

[Girl:] After a while you'll forget everything
It was a brief interlude and a midsummer night's fling
And you'll see that it's time to move on

[Boy:] I won't do that. No I won't do that...

[Girl:] I know the territory, I've been around
It'll all turn to dust and we'll all fall down
And sooner or later, you'll be screwing around

[Boy:] I won't do that. No I won't do that...

- from Meat Loaf's I Would Do Anything for Love (But I Won't Do That)

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Could I Be Your Girl
by Jann Arden

Hide your heart under the bed and lock
your secret drawer. Wash the angels
from your head won't need them anymore.
Love is a demon and you're the one he's
coming for. Oh my Lord.

He's bringing sweet salvation, let temptation
take you in. He's every fear and every hope
and every single sin. He is the universe, the
love you've been imagining. Oh my Lord.
Oh my Lord. Oh my Lord.

I am ashes. I am Jesus. I am precious.
Could I be your girl. Could I be your girl.

Put a chair against the door and turn the lights
down low. Write a letter to yourself,
no one will ever know. Tell them all about
the girl who just refused to fall. Oh my Lord.

He is the very breath you feel inside your lungs at night.
He is the bitter wind who's drying up your appetite.
He is the darkness that seeps into your fading light.
Oh my Lord. Oh my Lord.

I am ashes. I am Jesus. I am precious. Could I be
your girl. Could I be your girl. I am worthless
sounds compared to all your perfect words.
Could I be your girl. Could I be your girl.

Wash the angels from your hair won't need them
anymore. Hide your heart under the bed and lock
your secret drawer. Love is the demon and you're
the one he's coming for. Oh my Lord. Oh my Lord.
Could I be your girl. Could I be your girl.


Haven't you missed the lyrics?! :)

Friday, January 26, 2007

What is this thing?

This thing that steals my sleep?

That makes everything suddenly seem possible?

That can make my heart beat faster?

That propels me to the top of the world?

That shows me everything I've ever wanted to know?

Actually, it's the internet.

Gotcha, didn't I? :)

Thursday, January 11, 2007

This is an important abstract. Helpful comments, please. :)

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Caught Between a Modernist History and Postmodern Potential: Death and the Afterlife in Star Trek: Voyager as a Microcosm


American society is mirrored in its popular culture. The contemporary American move from a modern mindset to a postmodern view can be seen in a parallel shift in Star Trek: Voyager—particularly in its dealings with death and the afterlife. The primary ideology of the series is often modernist, relying heavily on science, logic, and the ideas that a concrete truth can be found in any situation and some order in any chaos. Yet the series also contains many postmodern elements: pluralism, a certain amount of cultural relativism, and a well-developed sense of cooperative community rather than a competitive society.

The Star Trek: Voyager series is a succession of shows setting modern thought and postmodern thought side-by-side—sometimes rather uneasily. This dichotomy represented—and currently represents—a similar stage in American society: rooted in modernism but gradually incorporating increasing doses of postmodernism. Voyager showcases this slow transition most frequently in its treatment of death and the afterlife; the postmodern leanings of the show are most thoroughly explored in terms of doubt and anxiety related to death.

As envisioned by its creator, Gene Roddenberry, even future human society has not been able to solve all of the mysteries of the universe; in an era of highly advanced technology (in which scientific explanation is venerated), death and the afterlife remain a blank spot on an otherwise meticulously charted map of human experience. As a result, many of the characters in the Voyager series who narrowly escape, witness, or in some cases actually experience death, are drawn to divine explanations for events. Some of these events strengthen the convictions of the characters and others tear them apart.

The presence of a culturally and religiously pluralistic mentality in Voyager presents certain difficulties: each experience or belief is treated with equal respect and is therefore presented as being equally “true,” conflicting significantly with the modernist base on which the Star Trek outlook is built—and raising even larger questions. Why would one religious belief be “true” on one planet and not on another? If the divine is at work rather than the rational or scientific, how is order kept in the galaxy? Can multiple truths exist throughout the galaxy? What constitutes a “genuine” god and what differentiates this god from a “false” one? If different religious truths exist in different locations, then do one’s beliefs “work” when hurtling through another star system? If so, are they then carried by the individual—and does that suggest that the individual constructs them? The questions are endless and the answers elusive. Yet this does not deter the writers of the series from portraying such a postmodern attitude as a practical—indeed highly “evolved”—one.

Voyager takes, as all science fiction is so uniquely able to do, the issues pertinent to contemporary (or even future) society and de-contextualizes them in order to provide a fresh—but often still poignantly relevant—perspective on these concerns.