'“Mr. Richardson’s endorsement came right around the anniversary of the day when Judas sold out for 30 pieces of silver, so I think the timing is appropriate, if ironic,” Mr. Carville said, referring to Holy Week.'
I hope you can feel my eyes rolling.
I just paid a cab driver $10 to dish me a serious amount of unwarranted 'tude. and i quote(ish):
Why would you even suggest 1st avenue? When did you move here, like a month ago? You don't need to tell me where to go. I'm the expert. You know, I think that is like a really big misunderstanding with people like you; you think Seattle is a really big city, like downtown is some kind of obstacle. I don't know why people like you think that. This isn't a big city. I've been driving cabs for 22 years, so I know.
Wow, an asshole AND a mindreader! My lucky day!
I got home last night and immediately put on my pajamas; it was one of those days. Well, my apartment was freezing for some reason, so over the course of a few hours, I managed to put on quite a few layers, grabbing whatever was lying on my bed from the day before. La dee da. Well, then I managed to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
Obviously there was no one around to tell me that I'd dressed myself up like a giant effing Easter egg. Though, I mean, at least I was seasonally relevant. At least. Oi.
I'm pretty impressed with Mike Huckabee right now.
On Morning Joe today:
HUCKABEE: [Obama] made the point, and I think it's a valid one, that you can't hold the candidate responsible for everything that people around him may say or do. You just can't. Whether it's me, whether it's Obama...anybody else. But he did distance himself from the very vitriolic statements.
Now, the second story. It's interesting to me that there are some people on the left who are having to be very uncomfortable with what Louis Wright said, when they all were all over a Jerry Falwell, or anyone on the right who said things that they found very awkward and uncomfortable years ago. Many times those were statements lifted out of the context of a larger sermon. Sermons, after all, are rarely written word for word by pastors like Reverend Wright, who are delivering them extemporaneously, and caught up in the emotion of the moment. There are things that sometimes get said, that if you put them on paper and looked at them in print, you'd say "Well, I didn't mean to say it quite like that."
JOE SCARBOROUGH: But, but, you never came close to saying five days after September 11th, that America deserved what it got. Or that the American government invented AIDS...
HUCKABEE: Not defending his statements.
JOE SCARBOROUGH: Oh, I know you're not. I know you're not. I'm just wondering though, for a lot of people...Would you not guess that there are a lot of Independent voters in Arkansas that vote for Democrats sometimes, and vote for Republicans sometimes, that are sitting here wondering how Barack Obama's spiritual mentor would call the United States the USKKK?
HUCKABEE: I mean, those were outrageous statements, and nobody can defend the content of them.
JOE SCARBOROUGH: But what's the impact on voters in Arkansas? Swing voters.
HUCKABEE: I don't think we know. If this were October, I think it would have a dramatic impact. But it's not October. It's March. And I don't believe that by the time we get to October, this is gonna be the defining issue of the campaign, and the reason that people vote.
And one other thing I think we've gotta remember. As easy as it is for those of us who are white, to look back and say "That's a terrible statement!"...I grew up in a very segregated south. And I think that you have to cut some slack -- and I'm gonna be probably the only Conservative in America who's gonna say something like this, but I'm just tellin' you -- we've gotta cut some slack to people who grew up being called names, being told "you have to sit in the balcony when you go to the movie. You have to go to the back door to go into the restaurant. And you can't sit out there with everyone else. There's a separate waiting room in the doctor's office. Here's where you sit on the bus..." And you know what? Sometimes people do have a chip on their shoulder and resentment. And you have to just say, I probably would too. I probably would too. In fact, I may have had more of a chip on my shoulder had it been me."
You know, Mike, you're probably never going to convince me on the "replacing the Constitution with the 10 Commandments" thing, but I certainly appreciate the fact that you've made a point to resist the knee-jerk and engage in a thoughtful discussion about this; I wish some of your compadres would do the same. This kind of vitriol isn't cool, whether it's coming from Wright or Falwell. But we've gotta talk about why it's being said, or we're just going to keep ignoring the elephant in the room. So kudos, sir. Big kudos. I'll stop referring to you as Miracle McCrazypants now, I promise.
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So I really needed to talk about how at 9 a.m. this Sunday morning, some sort of very very loud, loud-speakery ruckus was being raised on Lower Queen Anne. In a sleepy stupor I grabbed my computer and googled "What the fuck is going on Queen Anne Sunday March 16." Obvs didn't get me very far. Luckily rational side of brain slowly waking at this point. Looked at the Seattle Center site and realized it's Irish Heritage weekend or something and apparently they're running on UK time, because assholes were having an effing party too damn early on my sleep-in-Sunday morning.
My real point: when I started to write this post, I was trying to think of something funny because I have to try really hard to be funny, and the only things that popped into my head were Bloody Sunday and potato famines. What does this mean? I'm an awful person, on the fast track to H-E-double hockey sticks. Oi.
Oh, I should also point out that yesterday, there was this St. Patrick's Day parade going on downtown on 4th ... which the bus drivers apparently didn't know about. So there were impromptu reroutes on my way to the library (which is like the easiest way to rile up the crazies on the bus, let me tell you). My bus driver pulls some sorta Jack Ryan shit and SIDESWIPES A CAR. Brilliant. THE IRISH ARE FUCKING WITH THE BALANCE OF THE UNIVERSE THIS WEEKEND.
P.S., I need a Wolfhound, stat.
I've been relying pretty heavily on my itunes to keep me sane these past few weeks. I made myself what I think is one hell of a mix that I've been dancing around the house to, incoherently screaming the lyrics of and subsequently scaring the cat, etc. etc. Now I'm sharing it!
Title of this fabulous collection, you ask? "Girls Who Eat Their Feelings." In homage to Tina Fey and "emotional eating" and my current inability to stop myself from eating excessive amounts of Girl Scout cookies. Because the faster I eat them, the sooner there will no longer be any cookies to eat, right? Right. Enjoy!
<http://www.mediafire.com/?n32y26zsmbk
(It's just a .zip file. So, download, extract, drag extracted folder into itunes or your other suckier music player of choice. voila!)
Because it's 41 degrees and pouring and the first afternoon of Spring Break here at the Law School and it's deserted and I'm so completely hungry and lacking for good things to eat and people are sending me tom cruise videos and ruining my day, I've decided to start a countdown! An official(ish) countdown! It is 99% certain that this fall I will be packing up my closet, my cat and my le creusets and embarking on the classic "West Coast Girl Hits Manhattan" journey.
We'll ignore the fact that Columbia has been slightly shit about telling me anything other than, "Hey! You're accepted! Come visit us in May! Get Vaccinated!" and instead put to use my fabulous deduction skills to guesstimate (yes, that's a technical term, asshole) that I will be arriving on the Isle of Manhattan on or around the 29th of August. Yeah yeah, so it's technically only for a year at this point, but still, let me have fun with it. I'm kind of wishing I had a big steamer trunk, just for the effect, but that's another issue. Blah blah yeah yeah, here's the countdown:
158 DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!
Today is Pi Day! Today at 1:59:26 p.m. is Pi Minute! Not to be confused with Pi Approximation Day, because, obviously, that would be held on July 22!
All of those of you awaiting your acceptance letters from MIT, fear not! They're in the mail today! Because any other day would just be unacceptable!
MY LOVE OF NUMBERS NERDS JUST REACHED A NEW PEAK
Though I kind of understand. I've been to Kansas. Might as well stay on the pot.
The New School just called to tell me they want me too. I like to phrase this as "being wanted" vs. "being accepted" as I'm pretty sure this is one of those few times in life I'll have multiple parties bidding for my attention; plus, it feels nicer. So anyways, the New School as a whole is decidedly killer and I'm not going to lie, I applied to it 99% because of who founded it and why: um, hello Charles Beard! It's crazy progressive place.
From their site:
"This is the hour for the experiment; and New York is the place, because it is the greatest social science laboratory in the world and of its own force attracts scholars and leaders in educational work." — proposal for The New School, 1918
In the aftermath of the First World War, much of America was playing it safe. Social criticism and modern arts were restricted or banished from many of the nation's cultural institutions, including universities. In response, a small band of unconventional thinkers—including historian Charles Beard, philosopher John Dewey, and economists Thorstein Veblen and James Harvey Robinson—imagined an educational venue where they could freely present and discuss their ideas without censure, and where dialogue could take place between intellectuals and the general public. In 1919, they published a brochure listing their lectures and opened The New School to all "intelligent men and women." In addition to studying the "grave social, political, economic, and educational problems of the day," students could prepare for careers in teaching, journalism, public policy administration, and labor organization."
I mean, whether or not it's a serious contender vs. Columbia, well I don't know, but it's an amazing place and at the moment I'm just kind of liking that they like me.
PS - The New School is home to the Parsons School of Design. Yeah, you know what that means.
In some ways, I think I've outgrown Wes Andersen and that makes a part of me very, very sad. I was watching "The Darjeeling Limited" the other day, and it just didn't give me the same sort of all-consuming joy I felt the first time I watched "Rushmore" and felt like the movie was made just for me. No no, I didn't hate it or anything of the sort. It just felt the same. A good sameness, but the same nonetheless.
What I will say, though, is that Wes and I still share a deep, deep love for The Kinks. A love that I think is reinforced every time I see a scene from a Wes Andersen film in which he manages to place a Kinks song in the absolute absolute perfect perfect place. And makes me love "__(insert incredible song here)___" thirty thousand times more than before. This generally goes for Wes's treatment of Stones and Zombies songs too, but the Kinks, well, they hold a special place.
i cooked some purple cabbage the other night and couldn't help but notice that it matched my outfit.
I've been single for what, three weeks now? I'm already dreading it.
Guy walks into bar. Feels need to put hands on me. I give "Get le fuck off" look. He goes. Comes back. While apologizing for touching me, touches me again. Manages to go touch all of my friends soon after.
I get out of the cab in front of my house. Drunk dudes yelling "Hey baby wanna come with us? Baby come with us yeah"
And the worst part is, I'm pretty sure they have the potential to get even douchier in new york. that special kind of brooklyn douchey on top of your traditional, popped collar douchebag. Oi.
I'ma go eat some thin mints and get my hope back.
i went to target today and bought a toothbrush. this toothbrush tells me it's special because it has this special bristly "Tongue & Cheek Cleaner!" on the back.
Isn't a toothbrush already one big tongue and cheek cleaner?
Yes. But I bought it anyway.
