...except for me and my monkey! "Everything we see hides another thing. We always want to see what is hidden by what we see." -Rene Magritte

Wednesday, September 29, 2004

I (heart) the New Mainstreet Singers

Now God said to David, "Do ya hear that drummin'?"
(Oh yeah, yeah yeah!)
"You got a great big Philistine army comin'!"
(Oh yeah, yeah yeah!)
"You wanna oil up your sling and really get it hummin'!"
(Oh yeah, yeah yeah!)
"Because you gotta take a big guy down!" (Bop bop!)

Well David he got a dose of frights
But he wanted to be king of the Israelites
So he put ol' Goliath right in his sights
And he bounced one off of his crown! (Bop bop!)

But what if David...Had whined and wave-ed?

We'd live like slaves to Philistine knaves
Our bosses would all be thirty feet tall
We'd wash their clothes with a fire hose
And sleep in the cracks between their toes...

It's scary but it's true
And if I were you
I'd do what the Good Book
Do what the Good Book
Do what the Good Book tells me to! (Oh yeah, yeah yeah!)
Do what the Good Book tells me to! (Oh yeah, yeah yeah!)
Do what the Good Book tells me to!


I was reading 1 Samuel 17, the Biblical story of David and Goliath, for my Old Testament class and this song from A Mighty Wind was the only thing I could think of.

Well, that and the corresponding Wishbone episode.

In my defense, it is almost five in the morning.

Monday, September 27, 2004

Just so you know...

I hate anything automatic in a bathroom. Toilet flusher. Soap. Sink. Paper towel dispenser. HATE!

I think I'd best leave it at that for now.

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

What color is my hair?

No, really. I'm asking seriously. What color is my hair? I've always--always--considered myself to have brown hair. Light brown, I will grant you that. Golden brown, if the sun's shining on it. When I was a preschooler it was blonde, but it's steadily darkened since I entered the public school system. By the time I hit middle school, my mom was the only person who would still say that I was a blonde.

But since college, and in the past few weeks especially, people have been telling me that I'm blonde, and I can't stop thinking about it. Alyssa, Simran**, and Angela (from Stewart) have all independently told me, a propos of nothing, that I'm blonde, and since I keep bringing it up in conversation, several other people have told me that they see where they're coming from. For some reason I've fixated on this. I don't know why it's so interesting to me, but I think it has something to do with an experiement some of us did in Sarah's apartment on her birthday a few weeks ago. We all stood in front of a full-length mirror, and tried to figure out if the way we see ourselves in the mirror is the same as the way others see us face-to-face...you know? When you look at yourself in the mirror and see your reflextion, and your features are reversed, is that an accurate representation of how you actually look to someone when they see you head-on? Maybe we've all been going around with slightly skewed ideas of what we look like...because we'll never see ourselves except as a mirror image. Is it possible that I have an inaccurate conception of what my own hair color is?

Maybe. But I still think I have brown hair.

**This is the new Simran. There are now two Simrans living in the dorm! How strange is that? First-year Simran comes from Mumbai originally, but I think she spent most of her life in Singapore.

Monday, September 20, 2004

I'm not a stalker, I swear. No, really.

A few days ago I found myself bored. I didn't want to do homework, no new recaps I was interested in had been published on Television Without Pity, and I didn't want to start a new book. What's a girl to do? If you're me, you start Googling everybody you know.

I'm not going to go up to someone and be all, "Hey, congratulations on that award you won your sophomore year in high school!" but that kind of stuff is really interesting to me. I know on a theoretical level that people exist before they come into my life, and I know that people go on living and loving and dreaming and crying and screaming after they bow gracefully (or not) out of my life. But still...it's a little jarring to find something I used to know who now exists in a totally different context--just as it's startling to find a hometown news article or school newsletter about someone from before I met them.

The problem with Googling people, though, is that so many people have very common names. I type in Matt Price, for instance, and there are 7,880,000 results. Um. So, after awhile I started searching for people with more unusual names, like this one guy I knew in high school named Nick Z.

This page was one of the first results for his name, and it. is. awesome. I've tried to reconstruct some of the history behind it, and I think it must have been a project for a Government class last spring; apparently they were doing a simulation of the primaries and Nick was portraying John Edwards. You absolutely have to watch this campaign adwith the sound on. It's the best thing I've seen in a long time. Maybe ever.

And, Nick? If you've somehow found this page...I'm promise I'm not stalking you. I do it because I care. Aw!

Saturday, September 18, 2004

Everybody's Got Something to Hide

So, this is my first post on Blogger. Look at me, getting all fancy. I still like Xanga and at least at first I'll probably add a few lines there when I update this Blogger site (so that people remember to check it) but I think for the most part Xanga has run its course. I chose it just because my blogging friends had Xangas, but there are aspects of it that I don't like so much, like requiring registration before people can leave comments and not being able to title my posts.

One caveat is that, on a Mac, this site looks best when viewed on Safari. For some reason, Internet Explorer makes it look all weird and gross. I don't know how it is on a PC.

We'll see how this works out.