People of the Internet

I am a lazy, near-sighted slob who can't commit to anything.

The chubby vegan is no more. Katie and I failed miserably, but in our defense we heard soy is the devil. Looks like it's back to being a fat-assed whore instead of a skinny bitch for me. Least I can eat chocolate bars for breakfast again.

Additionally, carrier pigeons aren't all they're cracked up to be. And my so called sweetie black-mailed me via email threatening to hold my souvenirs hostage if I didn't reactivate my account.

 

In addition to the addition, I have to admit this puppy's been receiving a lot more feedback since I broadcasted it as a link on my bastard Facebook page. Damn you publicity, you crafty minx.

My over zealous ambitions this week, obviously destined to fizzle out and croak next week, include:
Curbing my spending
Swearing off bagels
Limiting myself to one coffee a day
Finishing my homework, ever.
Painting more

Cheers to failure!

Bonnaroo.

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On Music

I had a lazy Sunday. I slept late, enjoyed coffee and a walk with a friend, and babysat the boys solo. Now Katie and I are watching The Grammys, snacks included. Does it get any better than this?

Sure, sure most of it is pop music and I will agree that at times pop music makes my ear drums bleed, but I can't help but sucked into the hype of it all. I love music, for more reasons then I could ever dare track.

 

Lately, the girls and I have been citing our favorite lyrics and soliciting others to do the same. The data shows that there is no correlation for why we love certain songs the way we do. Much of it is lyric based for me, I get off to feeling all self-loathing and angsty while listening to light rock, or sentimental acoustic shit, or songs I loved when I was younger. However, when I'm not wallowing in abhorrence for a past lover it's all about the sound. Music can alter a mood, simple sounds blended together can get me cranked up or calmed down much faster than any other medium. And for that alone I can't get enough.

Lately I've been listening to Mumford & Sons in my car, KiD CuDi before we go out, 98.1 (Cat Country) in the shower, and The Avett Brothers Pandora station.

My all time favorite male artist is Bob Dylan, suck it alright? I know it's cliche.
Female artist is a toss up between Jenny Lewis and Joni Mitchell, all about the lyrics.
Band? I can't fucking pick. It used to be The Red Hot Chili Peppers but now I love too many to choose.

Lyrics?

Eyeless in the morning sun you were
pale and mild, a modern girl
taken with thought, still prone to care
makin' tea in your underwear

or maybe

Life is what happens to you
While you're busy making other plans

or maybe

The water's there to warm you
And the earth is warmer when you laugh

or maybe I can't pick those either.

Your turn.

The Conflict in Egypt

Working with the elderly can be taxing. To remedy the insanity the best cure is to laugh. You must find the light in the dreary state that is dementia and embrace the hilarity that often comes with someone who is simply "not all there." My dear friend Anna was looking for a newspaper today. Apparently, she had one from yesterday but thinks she already read it. She wanted to brush up on her current events, though openly accepts she cannot remember them. Admittedly confused about the situation in Egypt myself, I asked her what she thought of it.

This is what she told me:

"Oh! Yes, there are a lot of Greeks in Egypt right now. Also, there are some in Turkey. But to be completely frank here, you were born a Greek and will die a Greek. The same goes for the Mosalins. Those countries like Afghanistan and Iran are filled with Mosalins, so is Egypt. Even Greece has some Mosalins. Why should we try to force them to become something else? They like being Mosalins, and I like being Greek, I won't change my ways and I won't ask them to. My great grandmother was born in Turkey. Did you know that? She was. And she had no problems with the Turks although they did try to wage war against her people, she knew that they wanted to stay Mosalin and that she could not try to change that. Eventually she came to America, it was better for her here. There are something like 18 million Christians living in Egypt right now, that is quite a few considering about how many Mosalins there are. They all seemed to be living fine until this thing started to come about. Tell me something, do you have the paper here? Oh, and how is your family?"

I think she meant Muslims.. but I can never know for sure. I nodded while she ranted, tried to be engaging and interjected when I could. I still know nothing of the situation in Egypt, but at least I know my place as a Greek.

Anna with a glass of brandy, 2009.

People of the Internet

I have cut the umbilical cord to Facebook. After a bout of online stalking I came across the startling realization that though virtually meaningless in the scheme of things, it still stings like a bitch when you are defriended. I felt cheated and robbed, as if I had been marked down on the sacred Top 8 of myspace, or picked last on a sports team. And I thought to myself, why suffer the humiliation? Do I not humiliate and alienate myself in society enough as it is? Should I sign up for more heartache by giving others the option to delete me if the mood strikes them? Am I not the butterfly of this social network that I thought? NO. No I say. I shan't and I won't. I'm deleting myself and joining the ranks of the elitist society which communicates only through carrier pigeons and old fashioned love letters. I am breaching the surface folks, I AM A NEW WOMAN.

And I have homework and since I won't be preoccupied filling my time with updating my status or feeling like garbage maybe I will get something done.

Goodbye cruel cyber world. Be back to blog with something less self-loathing in a jif.