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Thursday, June 29, 2006
Sweet Stanley, NO!
Stanley, my beloved iBook is sick! Last night I was using Stanley for perfectly normal uses – internet, iTunes,-- and it started running all slow and wonky with me. So I tried to do a restart, but it wouldn’t let me. So I forced it to turn off and when I restarted after the OS X screen, instead of my desktop popping up, a black screen of DOOM popped up and began issuing statements like “Printer drive failed error script” and then promptly froze. So I forced it off again, and when I restarted everything started as normal. Everything seemed to be working. I was wigged about it though, so I shut it down (normally this time) and brought it into work this morning for our Mac guy to look at. After starting up and everything seemingly working, I decided to back up my important stuff to the server, just in case.

I am so glad I did.

No sooner had I done this, I disconnected from the server and Stanley went ugly. I went to go shut down, and the screen started fritzing and going all wavy and jumpy. And then, when I tried the forced shut down, the screen when slowly white. It was creepy. By this time Tamika had joined me (my cries of “Nononononohnooooooo!” might have clued her in) and together we got the desktop to show back up, but everything was frozen. So we finally forced it off.

I suspect that this is all my fault, overloading the iBook with too many programs, plus still using OS 9 for all of my Microsoft Office. And! I just added Limewire, and I had downloaded my first song from there last night (from Fanaa, OK, you can’t get it in the US, DON’T JUDGE ME) and I suspect I had picked up something icky when I downloaded the file. Fuck you, Limewire. The one time I download music without permission. Me and my Catholic guilt.

Oohh, Mac guy is here. Keep your fingers crossed everyone!


Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Call me Angie...
Weird Dude On Bainbridge:(seeing me, excitedly gesturing) Angie! Yo, Angie girl! I haven't seen you in ages!

Me:...

Dude: Angie, girl! Damn it's been forever! You've blown up since I seen you last! You still look good girl!

Me:!?!!!?

QK: Her name's not Angie, it's——

Me: Shutupshutup!

Dude: Girl, why don't you give me the time of day? You crazy, Angie! You always been crazy! CALL ME ANGIE!


Monday, June 26, 2006
Brotherly Love or Sibling Rivalry?
Make no mistakes about it — I love Philadelphia. I luuuurve it. Great culture, great people, great diversity, great food, great history, great, great, great. I love getting on 676 east. My head instinctively turns to the right to look at the towering skyline, the figure of One Liberty Place cutting its distinctive silhouette into the sky. Yeah, Philly’s got problems. We’re dirty, our politicians are corrupted, our cheese steak vendors are bigoted, our sports teams can’t win a title, SEPTA sucks, and we do things bass ackwards. But I love Philly in spite of the these problems, because of these problems. They’re our problems. Hell, I’m not even a real Philadelphian — I’m a transplant from PA Dutch country who now lives on the effing mainline, for chissakes, but still. It’s my city. My City. My Philadelphia.

So shut up, Jessica Pressler. We’re not the sixth borough and we never will be. Shut up, Peter Kain and students and shut up real estate developers with those new ads. Using the “I [heart] NY” schtick against itself to “prove” Philly is better than New York? Lame. It makes us seem like the annoying jealous little sister scrabbling for attention instead of the hip brother that we are.

Philadelphia is not the new New York. Philadelphia is not better than New York. Philadelphia is different from New York. Philadelphia is independent. Don’t come to Philadelphia because it’s the “Edge of New York” or whatever else lame line they’re feeding you. Come to Philadelphia because it’s experiencing a renaissance. Come to Philadelphia because the people are so colorful and crazy. Come to Philadelphia to learn some history. Come to Philadelphia because we're liberal and sassy. Come to Philadelphia for its awesome Fringe Festival. Come to Philadelphia because we have kick ass murals and amazing architecture. Come to Philadelphia for the Italian Market. Come to Philadelphia because it’s becoming a hot spot for improv and comedy. Come to Philadelphia because we have an identity completely different from that of New York, or Boston, or any other major city in the U.S. Come to Philadelphia for this:

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And this:

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And this:

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Come to Philadelphia for Philadelphia.

(All images respectfully borrowed from phillyskyline.com BLove -- your photos perfectly capture everything I love about this city. I am constantly in awe of your photography)


Friday, June 23, 2006
I have no time to write this
Ack! On deck for me this weekend:

I need to finish the guide today because if I don’t I will want to EAT my FACE come Monday morning when my editor returns from vacation even though the lateness of the guide is not my fault and the fault of stupid vendors deciding at the last minute to discontinue models and reissue new ones in their place. At lunch I need to run to Trader Joe’s to pick up food for tonight. Tonight I am heading to Midsummer ceremony/celebration, which hopefully the rain will hold off and we’ll be able to have it outside again complete with sparklers, bubbles, and pagan dancing. Tree will be there (yay!) along with Al (double yay!) and word is Dave and Laren are coming as well, and even though I haven’t heard anything I imagine Nina will be there too (triple, quadruple, quintuple yay!).

Tomorrow I am getting up at ass crack of dawn and I am cleaning like a woman possessed. At noon I am headed to Kimberton and meeting up with the enough relatives and retired nuns to make me krazy and have lunch with them all. After lunch I am bringing my mother and her twin sister back home to see the apartment (hence the cleaning) and some shopping in cute local shops. Then we’re going back to Kimberton, and going to mass and having dinner. One or more of those things I might be skipping out on. At some point in the afternoon, both a QK and a Lisa Nicole are coming into town and somehow I need to figure out how to meet up with one or both of them. After all the family craziness and the wedding that Lisa is attending we are all partying like mo-fos for the rest of the evening.

Sunday –-- who knows? Talk of going into the city has been had, another viewing of Tadhg Stray, a Peace Mission banquet, a picnic and kickball in the park, awesome thrifting for a good cause have all been discussed as possibilities.

These are all the things I will be doing. But what I really want to do is grab all my girlies -- QK, Lisa, Tree, Laren, The RedHead, Tamika, Miss J, Renee, Nirm, all of y'alls -- and settle in with pizza, chocolate, and copius amounts of wine and have a weekend of Pride and Prejudice. Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy? Yes please.


Wednesday, June 21, 2006
inisnua dot HAAATE
I spent the better part of the morning trying to figure out why the Inis Nua site looked so pretty and worked on a Macintosh, but looked like ass and none of the buttons were showing up on a PC. At the end of the whole oh-my-god-I-hate-technology-and-want-to-bash-my-head-into-the-wall experience, I still have no clue as to why that was happening. No. Clue. I do know this:

  • I motherfucking hate PCs, Windows, and Microsoft.

  • Quark is not a web design tool and should not pretend to be.

  • Quark is retarded and when it exports HTML, it changes the names of the image files for no reason.

  • On a PC – jpg good but gif bad? Whaa?

  • PCs, Windows, and Microsoft all suck so incredibly bad, words can’t even describe how much I loathe them.

At any rate, the site is “fixed” now, and more than ever I need to get a grasp on GoLive so that I don’t run into shit like this again and so I can give the site a much needed redesign and overhaul. I’m so embarrassed by the site, because now I wonder how long it was like that, and why none of you told me. Also—it looks like my 10 year-old cousin designed it. I know. It’s hard when you’re coding by hand and using the wrong tools for the job. I was running around all crazy like this morning trying to figure everything out, and I would like to publicly and personally thank 3 coworkers of mine for helping me out with their time and suggestions. Because I was about 3 keystrokes away from turning green, muscles bulging, and shirt sleeves ripping off. EightK MAD! EightK SMASH!

But the good news is we (I say “we” as if I’m really a part of it, and not just the twee sister of the director) got a really nice review in the Philadelphia Weekly:

Playwright Michael Collins' intriguing 2004 solo play Tadhg Stray Wandered In from the fledgling Inis Nua Theatre Company is the future of Philadelphia theater. Tadhg (Matt Pfeiffer) is an impulsive student with a short temper and an endearing personality. Restless and unhappy in his small Irish community, he heads off to Paris in search of Helene, a young lady he became smitten with after a brief encounter. In France, Tadhg gets involved with an African immigrant and a group of downtrodden poets who live in an apartment decorated entirely with old newspapers and discarded wine bottles. Although the monologue-play is staged in a bare corner of Fergie's Pub, Collins' writing is filled with such strong imagery that Pfeiffer and director Tom Reing conjure a host of sights and sounds without the aid of set pieces and with only minimal lighting. Mixing humor with moments of stark brutality, Tadhg's trip to Paris becomes a coming-of-age tale where life's lessons are learned the hard way. Most of the scrapes are due to Tadhg's own immaturity, but in Pfeiffer's deft portrayal we can't help but be attracted to the scruffy young man. Inis Nua's mission to present contemporary plays from the British Isles gives the company the opportunity to produce some of the world's most exciting playwrights. With the resourceful Reing at the helm, Inis Nua emerges as one of the city's brightest young companies.


See? You should go see it. I am going to see it again next Sunday evening, I think, or possibly Wednesday, if you want to tag (Tadhg? Woka, woka!) along and get 2 Reings for the price of 1.


Thursday, June 15, 2006
Because it's fun to say "remounting"
My brother is remounting his show from the Fringe Festival Tadhg Stray Wandered In!

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You should go see it. It's at Fergie's Pub.

June 17, 18, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 28, 29, & 30. All shows at 7pm.

June 17 and 24 also has shows at 2pm.

It stars Matt Pfeiffer, who is amazing.

More info at the still-needs-to-be-redesigned-but-Kate-is-a-slacker Inis Nua Site


Monday, June 12, 2006
You are no match for the power of the card catalog!
One of my favorite writers both online and off, Pamie, has a book drive every year. This year she and Glark teamed up to create the Dewey Donation System. The goal? To help the Harrison County Library of Mississippi recover from Hurricane Katrina. Because as they put it, "Books and water don't mix."

This is obviously a cause close to my heart because 1) I love books and am a giant nerd, and 2) working at Library Place for so long taught me that libraries are one of the first things to get the shaft when it's time for budget cuts. Also, librarians are damn hard working.

I just donated 2 childrens books to the Pass Christian Library. It's not much, but it's something. Maybe you can do something too?

*For those not in the know, today's title comes from a short film the Dellavison boys made my sophomore year, Overdue.


Sunday, June 11, 2006
The Truth
There are things in life that you think you've got a grasp on. Ideas and attitudes that you think are a part of you. Concepts that are so close to you, because you can feel them in your gut, or living somewhere in the back of your mind.

But then you're faced with a tough moment, one where you have nothing to rely on but yourself -- just you, standing alone, one lonely voice. And then you realize that you're lost. And that really, what you thought you knew, you've forgotten.

All that said: I really sucked last night at Karaoke when I tried to sing "Straight Up" by Paula Abdul. You would think I knew that song judging by the sheer number of times I danced around my room singing it in the 5th grade, but no. One glance away from the screen to look over at my friends and I was lost, my rhythm and mojo gone.

I was only singing it because they didn't have my signature song, Belinda Carlisle's "Heaven is a Place on Earth."

Really. How do you mess up a Paula Abdul song? Man, I fell off the shortest bus.


Thursday, June 08, 2006
Fanaa
Yesterday afternoon I got a text message from Nirmala asking if I wanted to go see an Indian movie with her and the girlies. The last time we went to see an Indian movie, it was Rang de Basanti, which you may remember contains this pivotal and hot scene of half naked boys jumping for an airplane:

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Rang de Basanti taught me two crucial things. 1) Lose control! Be a rebel! 2) Movies from India are crazy because you’ll be watching the film, enjoying it and thinking you know what’s going on and all of the sudden the film does a complete 180 and goes in the totally opposite direction. In the case of Rang de Basanti, it was all la la la friends making a movie, la la la la funny funny friends, la la la CORRUPTION DEATH AND DESTRUCTION. Really. It goes just like that.

This time we went to see Fanaa, which stars the very handsome Aamir Khan (who was also in Rang de Basanti), and I’m not going to lie to you guys, it was a major selling point for seeing this flick.

People. Trust me when I say this: Fanaa is the best movie I’ve seen this year. It was AMAZING. And it was amazing in a way that no American movie could ever hope to be.

!Spoiler Warning! I am about to go into this movie Hard Core, and if you have any plans for seeing this movie at all (and you totally should) you better stop reading now, because I am about to ruin all major plot points.

OK, so it opens with our heroine, Zooni. She’s blind. And she’s sitting and talking with her parents about her future and stuff and her Dad says something to the effect of “To choose between right or wrong is simple, but what defines one's life is the decision between the greater of two goods or the lesser of two evils.” This is the theme to the movie guys. Anyway, Zooni decides that she’s going to Delhi to perform her music (she’s a singer!) at the Presidential Palace and she and her aunt/cousins/friends/backup singers/whatever hire this tour guide in Delhi to show them around. Our tour guide is the suave Rehan. Rehan is a big old flirt, but his heart is captured by Zooni. It’s love at first sight for him and he proceeds to try to woo Zooni.

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Meanwhile, Zooni’s friends/cousins/backup singers try to dissuade Zooni from Rehan because he’s a big old playa and they don’t trust him. Plus whenever they talk about him crows caw! This is called foreshadowing.

At this point Rehan breaks into a musical number for Zooni, complete with whistling. I am only being half facetious when I say this is COMPLETELY AWESOME.

Like any red-blooded woman, Zooni melts at this, and agrees to let Rehan show her around Delhi one on one. So Rehan shows her around in a special way so that even with her blindness she can “see” Delhi. It’s really kind of sweet.

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Zooni then performs at the Presidential Palace (another musical number – again, awesome) and Rehan sneaks in to see Zooni perform with some help from their friend Jolly Good, a security guard. Afterward, Rehan takes Zooni out again (after one last half-hearted warning from her friends) and he takes her to a temple (?) and blesses her eyes. Again, really romantic and sweet. By now, Zooni has completely fallen for Rehan’s flirty sexy jaunty man-scarf-wearing ways and she admits as much to Rehan.

The next day is Zooni’s last day in Delhi, and in a completely dick move, Rehan stands her up! So Zooni hunts him down, and finds him giving a tour or something and when she confronts him and gives him a special sweater she’s been knitting, he acts like a tool and tells Zooni that women are like cities to him – he likes to get lost in them for awhile and move onto another one. Ass. For whatever reason, Zooni doesn’t slap the shit out of him, but instead convinces him to spend her last 12 hours in Delhi with her. Rehan agrees and promises that her last 12 hours will be the most beautiful in Delhi.

So they go back to Rehan’s apartment where he makes her a candle lit dinner on his terrace, but they are rained out! So they dance and sing in the rain, and it’s all wet and sensual and Zooni feels Rehan’s face a lot and it’s quite hot. And then they bed each other.

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The next morning Zooni says a tearful goodbye to Rehan and boards the train. The train leaves the station, and Zooni is heart broken and sobbing, BUT! There’s Rehan! On the train! He came back for her! They pull the emergency brake and he carries her off the train (cheesy and wonderful) and basically proposes to her.

So Zooni calls her parents to tell them the good news and they’re thrilled and say they’re on their way to Delhi for the wedding, oh and by the way, did you go to the eye doctor like we told you to?

So Zooni goes ahead to the eye doctor and the doctor informs Zooni that she can have retina replacement surgery and will be able to see. But they have to do it Right Now. So as Zooni is getting prepped for surgery, Rehan promises to pick her parents up from the train station and Jolly Good from the Presidential Palace because Jolly Good wants to come for the wedding too. Then he very seriously and meaningfully tells her that he loves her very much. Zooni goes into eye surgery.

When Zooni comes out of surgery, she opens her eyes and sees her parents! They’re standing by her bedside with tears in their eyes and Zooni mistakes them for tears of joy because she’s seeing for the first time, but they’re really tears of SADDNESS and DESPAIR because while she was in surgery there was a terrorist attack. At the Presidential Palace. Where Rehan was picking up Jolly Good.

I know, right?

Zooni doesn’t quite get it though, because she keeps asking, “Where’s Rehan? Where’s Rehan?” And then her parents have to lead her down to the morgue where the doctor informs her that they can’t visually ID Rehan’s body because it’s in pieces and makes her use her sense of touch to ID things like his necklaces, a lock of hair, and that sweater she made him. So sad, people. Poor Zooni.

At this point I knew the 180 was upon us, and I thought it was going to change from a romance flick to a political piece about Zooni fighting for anti-terrorist measures or something. Because they start showing scenes of like, the Indian equivalent of the FBI offices and the female agent who is tracking the terrorists down and stuff.

But then.

In a great montage, it is revealed that the leader of the terrorist attack at the Presidential Palace was REHAN. He’s still alive, he faked his own death, and the entire time he was showing Zooni Delhi he was really gathering info on Delhi’s security for the rebel bases. Now he’s all walking through the airport with hot short hair looking like a bad ass. For real. It goes from sappy romance to James Bond in like 3 seconds.

At this point in the movie, I seriously thought that Mazz was going to stand up in the theatre, point at the screen and scream, “NO WAY!” because we were so! Shocked! Reading through this, it may seem like this was obvious, but really when watching the movie you never see it coming. 180, I tell you.

So Rehan is a terrorist. Not only that, he’s like a leader for this terrorist group, the IRK or something. And it really gets all Ethan Hunt-like, because it’s now 7 years later and the Indian FBI has been tracking the IRK, who had stolen a nuclear warhead and it’s Rehan’s job to get the trigger from Kashmir to Delhi or maybe the rendezvous point or something, and along the way he’s jumping out of planes and blowing up helicopters, snowboarding, and taking out members of the Indian Army, all while posing as a dutiful soldier. It’s incredible.

But he gets wounded! And Rehan’s staggering through the isolated snow-covered Kashmir in the middle of the blizzard with stab wounds and head injuries, when lo! He spots a house! So he staggers up to the door knocks and just before collapsing from his injuries, guess who answers the door?

Guess!

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You know it. It’s Zooni’s house. And guess who lives there with her? Her father and her son, which she dutifully named after her baby’s daddy, Rehan.

So of course they take this strange injured man in, because he’s dressed in solider’s clothes and they’re patriotic people. But the blizzard is so bad they can’t call for a doctor, or radio anyone and none of the phones work. So they tend to Terrorist Rehan, who wakes up finally, and figures out that Little Rehan is his son. Then he sulks and stomps around the house like a pissy little bratty brat. Little Rehan is very cute by the way, although he possibly needs a dose or two of Ritalin and has a tendency to talk about himself in the third person. All “Rehan loves you more than you love Rehan,” and “Rehan doesn’t want to wash his hair.” Whatever. Terrorist Rehan finally climbs off his huffy bike and starts falling in looooove with Zooni again. They all go out into the snow and play and sing songs about silly summer ants sucking sugar (…I don’t know) and Zooni, who’s no fool finally figures it out through scent and touch that this is her fiancée that she thought was pureed into a pulp 7 years before.

I honestly forget what story Rehan feeds them about the whole thing and I refuse to go look it up, but they believe him still to be in the Indian Army and that he just needs to finish his last mission. Zooni’s pissed though, understandably, because look how much pain and suffering she went through and now all the sudden Rehan is back? So Rehan leaves in the early morning without saying goodbye to anyone except Little Rehan, who later reveals that Terrorist Rehan has left, causing Zooni to chase after him in the snow.

Zooni catches up to him and proceeds to wallop Rehan across the face with a solid smack and beat him across the chest all while screaming at him that he doesn’t get to leave, she’s in charge now, his life belongs to HER, bitch. It’s pretty awesome. Then they hold each other in the snow.

Zooni’s dad marries them, and we cut to a spectacular musical number of them singing about holding hands and having the world when they have each other.

Meanwhile, the Indian FBI is closing in on finding him, and issues a report over the television basically saying “Hey look out for a dude posing as an army man with a nuclear trigger on his person.” Rehan decides that this is the perfect time to suddenly say, “I have a completely unrelated mission to complete before I can stay with you guys forever, can somebody take me to the neighbor’s house so I can radio my unit?” Like that’s NOT SUSPICIOUS AT ALL, REHAN. Zooni’s dad catches a glimpse of the nuclear trigger sticking out of Rehan’s pocket, and again, WAY TO BE STEALTH THERE, REHAN, YOU SCHMUCK. So the next morning, Zooni’s father takes Rehan to the neighbor’s house, but since he knows, confronts him with the trigger which he lifted from Rehan’s jacket pocket earlier. Again, way to be all willy-nilly with the trigger which can annihilate 5 million people, smackass. Zooni’s dad says he’s calling the Feds and then he and Rehan fight over the trigger, and during the struggle, Zooni’s dad falls off of a cliff.

Rehan, kills the neighbor, and radios his terrorist unit and gives his location so they can pick up the trigger.

Meanwhile, Zooni is gathering water at a local creek, when she sees her dad’s dead body floating under the ice of the local river. It is seriously creepy as hell. It gave both Nirmala and I a case of the jibblies. Zooni freaks the hell out as she should. She runs back to the house just as Rehan gets back, and when he sees her, before she can even speak he’s like, “Your dad decided to stay at the neighbors and drink for the night!” Zooni sees through this because she knows her dad is dead, and while Rehan is showering trying to wash off all the evil, she packs up Little Rehan, takes the trigger (SERIOUSLY, REHAN, GET WITH IT), and gets the hell out of Dodge. She books it to the neighbor’s house, barricades herself inside, and radios the Indian FBI, tells them everything. For their part the Indian Feds are like, “That’s great! Don’t give the trigger back to Rehan or else he’s going to blow up the whole country! We’ll come find you sometime tomorrow!” During all of this, Rehan figures out where Zooni and Little Rehan went and starts running sexily through the snow.

The next morning, Rehan arrives at the neighbor’s house and tries to persuade Zooni to give him back the trigger. Zooni is all, “Uh, NO, thanks, I think I’ll just keep it until those slow-ass Feds come” Rehan whines about how much he loves Zooni and Little Rehan and then swears that the terrorists won’t actually use the bomb, they’ll just have it for leverage so that their demands are met. Riiiiiiiight. Rehad really tries to sell that point, as if he actually thinks this will win her back and that they could possibly live happily ever after even though he’s killed hundreds of people including her father and has been lying to her for 7 years.

Just then the terrorists arrive in a black helicopter. Rehan wrestles the trigger away from Zooni and goes outside to meet them. Zooni grabs a gun and runs outside too, and tells Rehad to stop or she’ll shoot. Rehad’s all, “Please, woman.” But Zooni is a down girl, and she shoots him in the back! Then! He falls to his knees and whips around with his gun leading us to this very cool suspenseful Reservoir Dogs-esque scene of them in the snow pointing guns at each other.

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Rehad knows he can’t shoot Zooni because he really does love her. So he puts his gun down and struggles to stand and starts walking towards the oncoming helicopter again. And man, Zooni. Girlfriend shoots him again. Like a trooper. And then the Feds finally arrive. Like no rush guys, really. It’s just a formerly blind girl and her kid out here alone with a terrorist and a nuclear trigger. God. The Feds shoot the terrorist helicopter down. Zooni runs to Rehad’s body, because terrorist or not, she did love him too. Just before dying, Rehad takes a page from Little Rehan’s book and says, “Rehan loves you more that you love Rehan.” So cheesy. SO AWESOME.

During these final scenes, Nirmala and I were literally clutching each other, it was so suspenseful and there was so much tension and sadness.

Some final thoughts –

The musical numbers. I’m a fan of musical numbers to begin with, but really, nobody does them like Bollywood. Amazing.

The cinematography was breathtaking. Great balance of color and light throughout. The entire thing was just beautiful to look at.

Our girl, Kajol, who played Zooni. She was awesome. Apparently she attended the Regaining Your Sight While Accidentally Falling In Love With A Terrorist And Looking Damned Gorgeous In The Process School of Acting. I so want her stylist.

And of course, Aamir. Hott. As Renée says, “Stop dying in films, Aamir!”

Next on the Indian Film list? The Bollywood version of Dirty Dancing. Oh yes.


Wednesday, June 07, 2006
You (don't) got a friend in Pennsylvania
Hey, guess what everybody? My state just legislated hate! Awesome! Only, you know, not.

You know what I really love? How the article blatently points out that this is such a non-issue and that politicians are really using it to divert attention from actual problems. Like way to take up the issues of tax relief, lobbying disclosure, education, minimum wage, or you know, things YOUR CONSTITUENTS actually CARE about. God.

Also in the "are you fucking kidding me" category, how Rep. Sam Rohrer states that "Our frame of government is under attack." Seriously. From same sex marriage. Sammy, you need to CRAM IT SIDEWAYS because that is the most retarded thing I have ever heard.

Linda over at This Is Not Over has some wonderful thoughts on this subject.


Sunday, June 04, 2006
My family RULES
Eventually, this is what happens at all family gatherings.

Jam sessions.



That's my Uncle Mike on the fiddle, cousin Sean on the bouzouki, and Aunt Janet on guitar.



Some instrament switching on this one --- Aunt Janet on banjo now and Sean on guitar. The other fiddle player and banjo player are not family members, but friends. Don't ask me how the music gene skipped me, but it did. I am also KICKING MYSELF for not taking more video, because they played for hours, but I was using a borrowed digital camera to take this and I was worried about taking up too much space on the media card.

Coming soon: Photos from this weekened, a recap of 2 graduations, and reflections on cousins.


Thursday, June 01, 2006
Mmmmmargaritas
(meaning I am drinking some right now)

I know you guys. Seriously. It’s been, what? Over a week since I posted? Crazy. But you know, life. It’s been busy. I’m about to get absolutely slammed at work, and I’ve really been trying to make Adobe GoLive my bitch but mostly I’ve been the one doing the bitching, I’ve got graduations galore to attend, and I just figured out that I am booked solid for the summer from now until the second week of August. I wish I was kidding.

I am working on a longish entry about family that I am thinking of breaking up into several posts, hopefully I will also have some awesome pictures to go with, and updates to the 101 in 1001 and 50 books too. So just like that Wilson Philips song of yesteryear, hold on.

In the meantime, think some good thoughts about Reneé.


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