Tuesday, August 19, 2008
No more BBQ for breakfast. No more noon reveilles. No more watching back-to-back episodes of Home Movies. No more boat times with Old Greg. Being an adult is lame, dressing like one is lamer, and waking up at 6am again is the most lamest. I do hope I can remember the boat times of this summer during this school year. I like this new too-blessed-to-be-stressed version of myself that has emerged since graduation.
As for a report-back, so far BPS teachers seem to be a sharper bunch than those one might find at TUSD but I realize no matter where I go there will always be a teacher who does not know their plural noun forms and I need to accept this as a fact of life. Okay, off to bed so I can attend another full day about building and fostering communitys within the classroom.
Ooh! I forgot! Mayor Menino paid all the new BPS teachers a visit this morning and addressed us in his lovably incoherent way. Luckily it was around 7am this morning, a time I am not usually known for being giggly during. However, I did chortle to myself each time he pronounced the word "kindergarden" as "kin-dee-garden." You would have too.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
In Three 6 Mafia's (yes, the group who brought us "Sippin' on Some Syrup," who incidentally just lost a member due to a syrup-sippin' related death) new single, Obama's catch-phrase is repurposed as a request for a change in sexual position. An interesting approach to win the siz-erp sippin' demo, no?
I don't even know your name/Also: Dear Hip Hop, Can we move on from lollipops as extended metaphors for male genitalia now that we've had two other singles on the topic in the last six months? Thanks. XOXO.
there's a whole lotta room in the front of the Range/
like Barack Obama said it's time for a change/
pullover on the roll on the back seat/
pop that body now you know that ya got me
Saturday, May 31, 2008
- Extremely religious older woman who missed a week of class because she burned her eyelid with a curling iron.
- 22-year-old Stepford wife who buys baby clothes for a non-existent baby on her weekends.
- Military mom. Lives on the air force base. Liked to tell me when I have food in my teeth.
- Soccer mom. I know nothing about this woman except her homepage is Fox News.
- Good ol’ boy. He likes trucks. Uses the word “butt-hurt” often.
- Chick (alien?) who does not like listening to music.
- Recovering ultra conservative Christian prone to relapses.
- Me, 25-year-old spinster. Most likely to be an old-hag.
Luckily, the blandness within my cohort was counter-balanced by the colorful personalities I met on a daily basis off-campus and it is these characters (and some relatively sane girl friends) that I will actually miss and forever associate with my graduate school experience. The transgender dude with tattooed eyebrows, who rollerskated around town, and into my heart, wearing a plush frog-shaped backpack and was often seen with a box of 1000 plastic spoons, that guy my friend dated who sold hippie jewelry from a briefcase and wanted to melt down a certain type of crystal so he could ingest it and have it harden in his body and don't even get me started on the meth addicts! God, living in Tucson for just two years has allowed me to meet enough people to write character sketches for the rest of my life! I will leave you with an excerpt from one describing a favorite meet and greet from last summer:
I just met a man outside of Epic who lived in the Fox Theater on Congress Street throughout the '80s. He made a fire every night in the middle of the stage and wrote poetry. One day "some shark" came through town, into the theater, and stole his notebooks. I was tuned out for this half of the conversation (YAWN! Who in Tucson hasn't lived and built fires center stage in some theater?) but my ears perked up when he began to tell me a story involving him hitch-hiking to LA, storming into the Capitol Records building and demanding royalties for a song sung by Kriss Kross. Apparently, this shark stole the lyrics to what would eventually be known as "Jump."
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
For the last few months "the Bammer" has been creating one-woman multi-character skits that showcase her voice talents and absurdist humor and posting the video clips on Superdeluxe.com. Much to my dismay, her final clip was posted last week. You should really watch them from the beginning but here's one of her last and a personal favorite.
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Up next: my collection of saved text messages! And after that: things-to-do lists from sophomore year!
Top 101 City Lists- random factoids
Budget Traveller's Guide to Sleeping in Airports- exactly what you'd expect
Forgotten NY- forgotten, overlooked, ancient sights in New York City
Elyse Sewell's Journal- American model-chick living in Asia
FLUXBLOG: Wry and Wise, But Also Very Sexual-an mp3 blog
Top 100 Indie Songs of All Time at HearYa - Indie Music Blog
FIRST UP! - SUGA KEEP IT KOOL, UR WITH THE OLD SKOOL
Songerize - Listen Now!
Good to know
RulesofThumb.org - Homepage
Lifehacker, tips and downloads for getting things done
Dharma Punx NYC
Oh My Apartment | The renters guide to living better, solving problems, and saving money.
School of Arts & Sciences - University of Pennsylvania- 60 second lectures
Muskingum College - Learning Strategies Database
Amazon.com: Tuscan Whole Milk, 1 Gallon, 128 fl oz: Gourmet Food-English majors with too much time on their hands
Doris Lessing - Nobel Lecture- a lovely collection of speeches from past and present Nobel Prize winners
Death of an Innocent- Outside Magazine- basis for "Into the Wild"
best-of-craigslist (it never gets old)
Thursday, March 20, 2008
I realized this after I finished my last daily cycle of hole punching, dating and filing the duplicated colored-coded grammar sheets (at the behest of my boss, natch). And with that I was officially done being an indentured servant for the next foreseeable future. Next time I whine about something job-related at least I'll be receiving some hush money for my troubles. And I'll have lots of degrees and fancy certificates and shit. And I won't be living anywhere near 128.
It's amazing how easy it is to fall into the behavioral patterns of suburbanites. That's not a judgment at all, it really is damn easy. Within a month after I moved to MetroWest for the internship I had bought a Jeep with a Red Sox flag on the antenna, began bi-weekly Starbucks trips and daily Vh1 viewings. Most of what I ate was frozen and out of a box and for fun I would drive into the city, get drunk, make poor decisions and drive back out. Straight bridge and tunnel (Mass.-style).
But, it wasn't all bad. I got to live out the lyrics to "Roadrunner."
one two three four five six
Going faster miles an hour
Gonna drive past the Stop 'n' Shop
With the radio on
I'm in love with Massachusetts
And the neon when it's cold outside
And the highway when it's late at night
Got the radio on
I'm like the roadrunner
I'm in love with modern moonlight
128 when it's dark outside
I'm in love with Massachusetts
I'm in love with the radio on
It helps me from being alone late at night
It helps me from being lonely late at night
I don't feel so bad now in the car
Don't feel so alone, got the radio on
Like the roadrunner
Yep, totally went to that Stop and Shop. And, I really am in love with Massachusetts. I like that the first day of spring is a big deal.
Saturday, January 05, 2008
One thing I'm especially looking forward to now is seeing more shows, both conscious and un. (After The Long Blondes and Bonde Do Role both canceled dates in Tucson I sorta forgot that seeing bands is something that can actually be done with relative ease in certain locales). It seems to celebrate my flagrant love of all things pop-sounding at the mo, Robyn is coming to NYC next month. Something tells she wasn't planning on making a stop in the Old Pueblo.
"Tape you up good, put you in the trunk. See you next Tuesday, you is a punk." Happy '08!
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
His new video for "Church," just in time for the holidays.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
This lil shawty is hittin the shoulder lean. This lil shawty is too, at the tender age of one. This lil shawty is getting it for prize money on TV. And these little shawties are Superman-ing that ho all the way home.
To Superman dat ho is defined at Urban Dictionary.com as "when you ejaculate on a girls' back then put a blanket on her so when she stands up the blanket sticks therefore making her look like she has a cape." I wonder what a mash-up of Soulja Boy and Tchaikovsky would sound like. How about Swan Lake feat. T. Pain?