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March 24, 2006

Friday Random 10 - Tired as all get out edition

So late with this. So late. Been dealing with this continued insanity all day.

  1. Ozomatli - Chango
  2. Snowpony - 3 Can Keep a Secret (If 2 Are Dead)
  3. Cowboy Junkies - Dreaming My Dreams with You
  4. Pink - Most Girls
  5. Bright Eyes - Poison Oak
  6. They Might Be Giants - Particle Man
  7. Liz Phair - Perfect World
  8. Nina Simone - I Put a Spell on You
  9. The Clientele - When I Come Home from the Party
  10. Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Henry Lee
My assessment? I'm too tired to think. Now the eternal dilemma. Home or happy hour.

March 23, 2006

La la la la la, thinking happy thoughts

By request, and necessity, enough with the politics, let's talk about delicous treats, people.

I spent a really insane amount of time on the phone last night. Long chats with two of my girls who I've been having trouble keeping up with. One is busy in general, the other is finishing Grad school. It was great. But somehow I ended up talking about water ice. Oh, lord. I believe she was craving pineapple (yum), but all I could think about was chocolate and cherry mixed together. That's an old favorite of mine from the place I worked in high school. Mmmm. Little bits of cherry add chewyness. Such good, simple stuff.

Oh, and the custard stand. Which really is called the Custard Stand. There's a Dairy Queen or some such shit across the street, but ignore it. The Custard Stand is only open during warm months, and it's fantastic. I remember once I was allowed to ride my bike around the neighborhood, I'd go down there with my friends, get our ice cream, and sit in the parking lot (there's no inside part, it's really just a stand), eating it. And if I could trick her into it, when my mom got home we'd go down there again. We'd sit in the car, with the doors open. She'd tell me about her day at work (the parts that included some cute kid behavior, not the paperwork or overwhelming disillusionment that came with being a social worker for the city), and I'd tell her about school or camp or whatever I'd been doing.

I was trying (unsuccessfully) to find a picture of the Custard Stand online, but I did find this interesting debate about "jimmies" versus "sprinkles." I'd never heard them called sprinkles until I left Philly. And even though the term "jimmies" is clearly dying, I hold onto it. And the whole "chocolate ones are jimmies, the others are sprinkles" idea? Ridiculous. The chocolate ones are "jimmies," and the rainbow ones are "rainbow jimmies." Sigh.

March 22, 2006

What ever haqppened to this guy?

Via Shakespeare's Sister, check out this video of Al Gore from the 2000 elections, directed by Spike Jonze.

I'm not going to lie. This video worked on me. I'm seduced. What ever happened to his campaign? Oh right... never mind.

Oh, and he's topless!

Who you callin' a "cusp millennial?"

According to the New Politics Institute's study: The Politics of the Millennial Generation, kids my age are pretty liberal. How earth-shattering.

But, as a barely-making it "cusp millennial," I have to say... it's really hard to say "cusp millennial." I keep saying cuspillennial, which sounds like a horribly annoying architectural period. Damn you, barely older than me cool Gen X fuckers.

March 20, 2006

Did she just?

For those of you who are new around here, I work for a prominent pro-choice organization. Which is part of why I blog anonymously. Anway. So here, at my bastion of feminism and liberal sisterhood, someone just sent out this email:

[HR director] and I were chatting the other day and I mentioned that my sister's job has Weight Watchers coming into their office to conduct meetings. So, I
asked if that is something that we could also do. [HR director]'s response was that if, we can get at least 12 people to sign up, they will come in.

After determining who's interested, [HR director] can get details on how much it will cost, how many days a week they will come out, and the time of day.

If you are interested, please email me and let me know.
And the best part? She sent it to the whole office, but left off all of the (few) men that work here. Everyone knows boys don't want to lose weight. That's a girl thing. Come on gals, let's all diet together!

Vernal Equinox my ass

It's spring now. Has been for about an hour. Cold, and might snow tomorrow, but Spring is technically here. Wahoo! In celebration, I've started thinking about new clothes. I have a terrible fall/spring wardrobe. In between times are impossible for me. Cold in the morning, warm in the afternoon, it's too much! Too much!

Ahem. Anyway. I've been thinking about a couple of things, like a new light jacket. Saturday afternoon I went shopping with The New Guy™ for such a jacket, and a new black cardigan, because the 4 I have are just not enough (apparently). I wasn't up for hours and hours of shopping, so I recommended that we split up to look for our things. As we spent 15 minutes deciding where to meet and in how long ("what if we just call each other when we're done?" "but then we're those people on the phone in the store" "ok, you take forever, so I'll come find you" "I'm only buying two ties, it'll only be a minute" "ok, so come find me" "are you going to shoes last?" "dunno, I'm shopping 'organically' today" "oh good lord. Ok, I'll come find you" etc. etc. etc.).

Once that was settled we prepared to part ways, and a woman stopped us. "Are you married?" she asks. He goes pale, I start hysterically babbling "no. not even close. Barely know each other. Not sure I believe in marriage… why do you ask?" She laughs, and says, "you make such an exotic couple. Your skin tones are so lovely…"

Jigga-what?!?! It would be one thing if she said we were the most gorgeous people she'd even seen. That would have been weird, and unwelcome, but better than this. Our "skin tones?" Aw, hell naw, lady! (Oh oops, was that ghetto of me?) Who says things like that? And the best part is, she grinned at us like we should be honored. Like her finding the combination of my blackness and his indeterminate non-whiteness was something we had aspired to. Like that's why we're together ("Damn girl. Your skin would look so pretty next to mine." "Are you coming onto me?" "No. Not like that. I mean, aesthetically." "Oohh baby!"). Ugh. It reminded me of the last episode of Black. White., where the woman in the white family went shopping for church, and bought a dashiki. Groan. It was all so quaint to her, like going to Disney World and wearing the Mickey Mouse costume. Race isn't quaint, or neat0 to people who aren't you, lady.