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Room for one more...

I know my blog sidebar is starting to look like a paeon to all that is unholy and wrong in our world, what with all the celebrity blog links...but this is my last one, I promise. Right. And if you believe that, then I've got some ocean-front property in Arizona to sell you too.

But seriously, this new one is really well done...frequently updated and wide-ranging in coverage...it's like the Jim Lehrer of trash.

Ladies and gents, I unproudly present to you:
The Celebrity Terrorist

The Terrifying Quiet

When all is said and done, we are only travellers and sojourners in a weary land. The snatches of beauty that we sense in the grand and in the simple are but heartbreaking reminders that we do not belong here and are a long way from home.

I don't know about you, but I would rather spend all day gnashing my teeth at petty things and distracting myself with meaningless games than sober up and face the aching truth.

Life's Little Ironies

In the latest issue of Glamour magazine, I read that Gloria Steinem's hero is a woman named Ms. Mankiller. Mankiller?! Are you kidding me?! Ironic, no?

Two footnotes:
(1) Wilma Mankiller is the first woman to serve as principal chief of the Cherokee Nation. And I realize this is old news since Steinem was actually married at Mankiller's home five or so years ago.
(2) See, I do read substantive stuff! It's not all just JCrew and Victoria's Secret Catalogues.

Life outside of Hollywood?

I've said it before and I'll say it again:

America is too obsessed with celebrities!

I mean, really people. What is the big deal with Bradgelina and Vaughniston?! Why do we care to vote for pop singers more than local government issues?! And WTH is so interesting about tanorexic socialites like Paris Hilton?

There is way more important stuff to be focusing on. America is fighting a war, people. There's genocide going on in Darfur. New Orleans is still a mess. There's apocolyptic global warming for pete's sake!

That being said, you should definitely NOT be checking out my new blog link,
I suck...on straws, which would only encourage more deplorable celeb ogling.

No, you must resist the consumer urge for instant gratification and your daily fix of schadenfreude. Quick! Click on CNN, or the New York Times.
Save yourselves...it's too late for me!

Too Cool for (Sunday) School

Today I visited a slick church.

That's right, not "sick", "slick".

The whole thing reaked of Banana and Barn (as in Republic and Pottery). It was located in a trendy downtown spot and it just felt too cool for school (as in Sunday school).

I don't know if it was the elite praise band, which sounded like they were angling for a Grammy nomination, or the leadership, who sported JCrew looks and artfully trimmed facial hair, or the predominantly yuppie congregation, who, surprise, sported JCrew looks and more artfully trimmed facial hair.

But either way, it felt wierd. I miss seeing old people with orthopedic shoes, frumpy soccer moms driving mini-vans, and messy kids in jam stained hand-me-downs. That feels more like home.

If I want slick, I'll go to Starbucks.

I'm sorry! Please give me another chance!

Dear Inner Child,

I'm really sorry about the last few weeks.

I know I've been repressing you and depriving you of your self-expression, what with all those crazy finals and that torturous twenty-page paper you had to suffer through while Inner Adult typed furiously for two days, the whole time ruing the day she ever learned how to procrastinate.

And, actually, I'm really sorry about this entire year.

I know you were unhappy about my decision to go back to school, but I promise you, the worst is over now. From here on out, trust me, I'll make it up to you.

Even though I'll be working 8-10 hour days, the entire summer, we'll at least have the weekends together, right? Sure, I'll have to do some chores on Saturday...and that research project I have on the side...but I promise, Sunday is ALL YOU! (after church).

This summer will be great, I promise. Frisbee in the park, shopping downtown, walks by the shore...you'll see.

Hang in there!
Love, Me

The Coma

So, I've been incommunicado for a while and will probably continue to be until finals are done.

Two more weeks. Feels like an eternity.


I'm just so immensley thankful that the weather has been crappy all week. Studying inside on a beautiful day is unforgivable.

Quote of the Month: ROCK ON!

"One great rock song can change the world!"

-Jack Black as Dewey Finn (as Ned Shneibly)

Pessimist's Dilemma

After a brilliantly beautiful day of paradisical weather,
the half hour between dusk and night
is all but unbearable.


As the light fades I feel like I'm dying
and that the best has gone forever.

Today and Tomorrow

Well, today is a good day, I guess.

Today was the last day of instruction and thus the end of a long reign of terror for me. I can finally heave a great sigh of relief, knowing that I will not get called on in class anymore and inevitably be caught with my intellectual pants down.

Hurray for pants.

Speaking of which, today also marks the unofficial beginning of pants-lessness. It was a very sunny 70 degrees out and from now on I must shave my legs (after 7 months of hibernation) and will wear only shorts, capris, and skirts.

Yay.

But we're not altogether out of the woods yet. For there are still final exams to take, final papers to write, and tomorrow it will rain again,...but I will be wearing a SKIRT, thank you very much.