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March 31, 2003
marina mark mexico miyazaki
if you want to see lots of fun pictures of marina and her boyfriend mark in mexico than go here. if you want to discover, as i did, that apparently mark's brother has fucking met miyazaki, then you can go here. if you don't know who miyazaki is than you can jolly well go jack off somewhere else. or you can go here, she says grudgingly. if you want to see me shrivel up in jealousy over the mexico beaches and the miyazaki then you can come over and i'll make faces at you for a while.
Posted by michele at 08:08 PM | Comments (4)
it's almost like nothing
i didn't get the miki scholarship. which possibly some of you remember me talking about before. although i completely changed the topic of my research and wrote this relatively good proposal. well sort of good. whatever. the point is. rejection letter. another reason i'm glad i didn't go to tacoma last week at all because maybe it would have made me sad to be there when they wouldn't give me any money to go play with the internet and a digital camera in a japanese high school.
now i'm thinking, why the hell should i continue taking japanese language classes when the only reason i was taking them in the first place was so i could tell the miki committee that i was pursuing japanese under my own steam? and possibly my consideration of this idea is heavily influenced by the fact that i skipped last week since jenny was here, i have a huge test tomorrow which i haven't studied for, and haven't done the homework for last week or this week yet. and yeah, i could do everything tonight and study and get an A on this test, because it will be easy and, no, i'm not over-rating my abilities, it's just true. but after the 2 hours of sleep i got last night it just doesn't seem worth it.
also i think i have poison oak on my wrist again. fucking ay i'm whiny when i'm tired. i apologize to anyone who actually read this. (but now i'm going to continue)
if i drop japanese does it just further cement the fact that i'm a slacker and really have no business even applying to go back to grad school? who's to say i wouldn't just drop out of grad school too? it's hard to feel motivated anymore.
on saturday i called this number, got a map point, got a map, drove to a bart station, waited 20 minutes for a shuttle, took a shuttle to downtown warehouse oakland, and listened to my brother play. the effort involved in getting to this rave almost negated being at the rave. however, the lack of roving gangs with guns smashing my car and threating my life (which is what happened at the last rave at this place--not to me mind, since i didn't go and thank god for that) was pretty sweet. plus i saw mike barrett play too and his evolution into using jazz music is a development i was pleased to experience. jazz trumpets underscoring some fantastic breakbeat action is a good, good thing. now i have only to wait till my brother comes out with the james brown sampling he's been working on, a trend which i take full credit for as i kind of introduced him to the james brown, and my life will be complete.
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March 28, 2003
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March 26, 2003
war? what war. look elsewhere. you're getting naked dragon-woman tattoo here. and you can LIKE it.
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March 23, 2003
jenny pictures
due to popular request, i give you pictures of jenny and jesse: go see!
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March 22, 2003
sand-diggy what's the deel-io.
appropriate since the master just went to SD and the jenny is just coming up from SD and SD is on the brain that i have uploaded 3 score and 5 pictures to eloise of a trip that erica and i took down to SD last spring. when we went to the wild animal park and the beach and to a party in some suburb that had the word lemon in the name with my brother and jeremy and anthony and chris. and some skank girls. skanks. oh and jeff who got erica WASTED and who still laughs about that to this day.
anyway. happy late birthday to jenny-kins!
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March 20, 2003
this weekend
hear ye hear ye.
my brother is spinning somewhere in oakland tomorrow from 10-11pm. somehow west grand ave is utilized as a point of departure from the freeway. more info with actual directions will be posted tomorrow. please come though! it'll be fun!
also, ian's band is playing on saturday at some warehouse. somewhere. i'm sure someone will now happily give us info about that so we can go and listen to the scheme.
and jenny will be here on sunday, people! somehow i want to do something fun like a picnic and maybe some baseball and sunshine, ok? i'll figure that out soon too. once erica writes me back, that ho. and let's all be aware, shall we, that jenny's birthday was this week and we all forgot it. well conceivably one of you remembered it. but considering that i didn't, i doubt any of you did. we, as friends, suck ass. let's make up for it on sunday with a cake (i'll provide it). =)
Posted by michele at 04:25 PM | Comments (4)
March 19, 2003
wouldn't mind a ride on that bronco
children of dune, scene 42: the cows are released from the byre and after a short scuffle in the fields, everyone settles down to cud-chewing.
leto (paul's offspring, not the one from whose loins he sprang, but his own loin's gift) - i never noticed before but this worm of arrakis looks an awful lot like a penis.
ghanima: ew.
leto (to the set guys): excuse me. do you think i could get a bigger worm here?
ghanima: compensator.
leto: am not.
ghanima: are too.
leto: AM N...
lady jessica: children! cut the crap!
(obscure hand movements which signal language): it really does look like a penis.
leto (whine): but grandmoooother. you banished us to the desert and now you're going to make me ride a SMALL penis into the bargain.
lady jessica: you watch yourself or i'll turn susan sarandon on you.
(OHG): what is she even doing in this movie?
ghanima: ha ha! now you're in trouble. she could poke out one of your glowing eyeballs with her hair accessories.
lady jessica: don't taunt your brother.
(OHG): i wonder if i could get a penis to ride...
leto: whatever. could we focus on the size of my worm-penis?
lady jessica: nobody listen to him. you! gaffer! are you listening to me? do not give that boy a bigger penis!
(frantic OHG): give it to me! to me!
later on--the message boards on imdb sprout insane political arguings having not much to do with the movie at all. it's nice to be in a country where free speech and large sand dwelling worm-penises are encouraged to flourish.
Posted by michele at 09:18 AM | Comments (6)
March 17, 2003
happy saint patrick's day!
to all you irish bastards:
you'd better watch yourselves. i won't fall for your lies. pinch pinch!
Posted by michele at 04:35 PM | Comments (1)
jake gyllenhaal cries, "pussywillow"*
on saturday i went and saw agent cody banks in the theatre. and so did a whole busload of tards. ok i am not against that they came to see the movie, because that would be like drowning a small kitten in a weighted bag. in a dirty river. but not the ankh, cause then the bag would just rest on top. i am just saying. theatre full of tards. me. some REALLY AGGRAVATING KID WHO CLUNG TO THE BACK OF MY SEAT, JUMPING UP AND DOWN AND REPEATING, "AGENT CODY BANKS! CODY BANKS!"
why is it that society rules you can't touch another person's kid? what the fuck is up with that? seriously. i mean the temptation to turn around smack the kid and shove him into a sitting position in his own goddamn seat should have been my RIGHT as a moviegoer. but i probably would have been kicked out of the theatre and/or arrested for child harrasment. that just ain't right.
i was also thinking over the weekend about child abduction. not doing it myself. but how it seems to be a lot more prevalent lately. actually that's probably not true, but they have instigated that thing on the freeway with the signs proclaiming, "child abduction, brn datsun make, model, year, liscence plate info." there was one on friday. and one last monday. and one last month. and 1) it slows down the already slow morning and evening traffic, which aggravates me. and 2) it makes me have to look around for specific cars so i can do my duty as a good samaritan. so i was thinking... why don't we implant little devices in all children as soon as they're born?, much like the tracking number things they put in animals at the vet so if they get lost they're easier to recognize as yours again when they're picked up. only for kids, we could do a combination of a tracking number, a tracking device with gps locating AND one of those alarm systems for when the object goes out of the boundary of a certain area. like the fenceless dog collars only without the electric shock. and then when the kid reaches a certain age, i'm thinking 16 since when you're old enough to drive, you're old enough to go places by yourself and get abducted if you want to.
i can see how lots of people wouldn't agree with this plan. i mean there's the whole thing about how then the government could keep too close of an eye on where we are at all times. but at least then when they get napped, they might be easier to find. for a little while. until the captors start digging around under the skin to find thier implanted devices. especially if some dumb ass decides to put everyone's in the same place. then it would just be too easy. it's just a thought.
*on the commentary of moonlight mile:
jake gyllenhaal impersonating the director: "Get the...get the....will you just...? More pussywillows! more pussywillows! no! more!... hold it. no.... cut cut cut! could we just get more pussywillows?"
dustin hoffman: "that's a great title for your autobiography."
Posted by michele at 10:03 AM | Comments (18)
agent cody banks
don't laugh. i really did go see this. what can i say? i'm a sucker for 16 year olds. sadly the ratio of retards in that theatre to actual 16 year olds was excessively weighted.
this movie. i don't know what it is about frankie muniz. but i think the problem could be that he's not aging well. i mean, on malcom in the middle, he was cute, right? but now he looks like they're plastering him with orangish tan matte purifying makeup and he looks kind of dirty and....bad most of the time. this could be in some small part due to the fact that he is constantly actually getting dirty while doing spy activities in this movie. and beaten up. but still.
they had lots of absurd gadgets. not as many as spy kids. but there were these stand up scooters things that everyone in the CIA rolled around on at the headquarters. adults, mind you. it was like saying, "children become CIA agents at this training summer camp in order to grow up and be CIA agents so they can remain children and play with toys." valuable lesson learned about the state of our secret society of protectors. good job, guys.
his "handler"/partner angie harmon was hot. and jeez were they ever stuffing her bra. it was amazing.
hillary duff sucks. apparently she also sings though. cause there was this preview for this movie coming out soon with her and an italian boy and being a famous european pop singing duo. it looks incredibly dumb. i'll probably see it.
this was amusing. and not half bad. watching the kid do martial arts was fun. and arnold vosloo the mummy in the BEST MOVIES OF ALL TIME, the mummy and the mummy returns, wandering around being evil in shiny, silver, velvet jogging suits was fun.
Posted by michele at 09:39 AM | Comments (1)
old school
so admittedly this movie was not good. the jokes were generally gross. the romance angle was pathetic. the value system was skewed. but you know what? luke wilson is fucking good to look at. and vince vaughn is a comedic timing genius of a god. the man throws his lines out there with this serious expression even when it's just telling his kid, "earmuffs" so he can swear. that poor kid.
the thing is though that i laughed a whole bunch in this movie. serious amusing laughter. i have no fucking clue now what the hell i was laughing at because the whole thing was such utter fluff that it was pretty forgettable. but it must have been funny because i laughed and enjoyed it.
plus it was a matinee. so cheap. except for how i paid for my brother too. making it less cheap.
Posted by michele at 09:24 AM | Comments (2)
March 14, 2003
when close friends are sent to war
i almost died a couple of times last night driving home from the inflatable supermodels show in fairfax at 1am way past my bedtime. i kept looking around going, gosh. why is it so dark? and then remembering that my eyes were dilated from an earlier trip to the eye doctor that self-same day. plus the roads were wet and i did a little fishy tail all over an on ramp between freeway junctions. but that was as nothing compared to the horror i felt 2 days prior upon learning that one of my good friends from college, miss lindsay "pizza rice" baynes was being activated from the reserves and deployed.
she left this message on my phone that was like, "deployed. this week. phone being turned off. call me back really soon." all amongst scary little sob-catching noises. and i panicked! i called erica immediately and told jason and jenny by email the next day.
i tried to call her back at lunch--no go. i then called when i got home from work and managed to learn the semi-relieving news that she wasn't leaving the country, yet, she was just being activated but kept at a base here in the US somewhere for now. she couldn't say where though because apparently it's classified till she gets there or something. wierd.
it's nice to know that she's not being sent to iraq or korea at the moment but there's still that potential and that's worrisome. i worry at it like a sore tooth. i think, 'goddamm what if we really do go to war and the shit economy becomes even shittier and lindsay is in the huge-non-fun-playing-sandpit-not-of-our-youths wth guns and and bombs?' and then i'm tempted to go to the march tomorrow but am still generally against marches and rain and also getting up early. because i don't believe in anything enough or long enough to care enough to do anything about it.
i did however expend the energy to learn about military blogs. because that was stimulating. my favorite is this one by lieutenant smash but you can find more from this article on them at msnbc.
Posted by michele at 04:18 PM | Comments (2)
funny links
idiot's guide to continuity on buffy the vampire slayer.
i swear i'm writing a real post in my head right now and will get it down eventually and stop with this dumb links nonsense.
Posted by michele at 12:37 PM | Comments (0)
March 13, 2003
blue lagoon duo
naked brooke sheilds. like the whole movie. holy shit. i mean you see pubic hair. and penises. you see those too.
furthermore they're COUSINS. and they have a baby. which, you know, is fine. whatever. it's just that is seems a little odd for a movie of the late 20th century. but whatever. i'm fine with cousins having sex. i'm even fine with them having a baby as long as thier children don't have babies together. but it's just a little risque of a topic, one would think, for hollywood. and the director of grease no less.
at the end they get found in thier little dinghy by the father/uncle and are taken back to civilization.
milla jovovich naked. only not completely naked. she's always got bottoms on. very small bottoms. but still. and the guy from charmed. the angel/husband/father one. ha ha ha! so young. although really not the 14/17 year olds they're pretending to be.
at the beginning of this one: the two from the first one are found by a random ship and are already dead, but the kid is still alive. and then he and the girl and her mom get re-shipwrecked on the same island (only it's really not the same island cause they filmed somewhere else.) mind you the dead guys are also not cousins in this one.
and this one ends with them staying on the island and away from civilization and its "guns."
furthermore the tagline in the preview (special features) was "out of innocence comes the most sensual love of all." oh good lord.
they also have a wonderful sex talk thing where the mom takes out a mango and a zucchini looking thing and a knife and it looks like she's going to hollow out the mango and demonstrate with the zucchini. but then she just says they lie very close together and that's it. cop out.
thoughts
what does it say that in 1980 there was a conclusion that returning to civilization was good. and in 1991 civilization was bad? does it reflect world events? or were the moviemaker in charge people just being facetious? heh. either way, other than starting at how gorgeous milla is and how naked they are constantly in the first one, these movies are terrible.
Posted by michele at 10:11 AM | Comments (8)
tickets
I also bought tickets to this show on broadway for jason and i to go see when i'm over visiting in april. center of the front row, baby. i am going to be living it up in the apple which is more than a usual size.
Posted by michele at 09:22 AM | Comments (6)
March 12, 2003
Japanese Fun Time
Or Why Japanese is Better than English.
Kobo Daishi was this famous Japanese Buddhist priest. and we're talking famous like....umm...elvis presley famous. he pretty much invented the japanese language. sort of. see what happened was they stole the chinese writing and then daishi (die-she) created "uniquely" japanese symbols for all the sounds. later on they said, "fuck you and everything you have done for us, china." and invaded. but that's a different story.
real-life re-enactment:
scene: buddhist priest wandering around dispensing wisdom and becoming enlightened while making up lots of little squiggly lines to stand in for sounds.
"Hmmm," he says to himself or possibly his disiples, "i am so cool with my striaght lines, curved lines, and truncated lines. i can do anything! i bet i could write a poem using each one of these sound-symbols ONLY ONCE."
end real-life re-enactment.
and then that crazy bastard did. and it's famous. cause he's famous. and they used to alphabatize everything in the order of this poem. so like we have a-b-c, they had i-ro-ha. now for some obscure reason they have a-i-u. which makes a lot more sense really.
the point is--could we make a poem using only each letter of our alphabet once? i think not.
english-8, japanese 1.
the poem:
iroha nihohedo chirinuruo
wagayo darezo tsunenaramu
uwino okuyama kefu koete
asaki yumemiji wehimosezu
pronunciation (mainly for gene cause he told me he enjoyed the last one so much.):
E--row--ha__knee--hoe--hey--dough__chee(se)--re(ad)--new--rue--oh
wa(ter)--gah--yo__dar--ray--zo(sow with a z sound)__tsu(nami)--neigh--gnaw--ra(-ra cheerleader)--moo(cow)
ooo--whee--no__O--koo--yaw(n)--ma(ma)__kay--phoo__co(ne)--A--tay
aah--saw--key__you--may--me--gie(soft g)__weigh--he(pronoun)--mow--say--zoo
pronunciation key:
capital vowels means the general pronunciation of a-e-i-o-u.
parentheses after a letter which create a word like yaw(n), means pronounce yawn but leave off the n.
parentheses with descriptors are to help with knowing the right way to say it, eg (pronoun), 'he sells seashells at the seashore.'
translated poem:
colors are fragrant, but they fade away
in this world of ours, none lasts forever
today, cross the high mountains of life's illusions
and there will be no more shallow dreaming,
no more drunkeness
Posted by michele at 10:21 AM | Comments (3)
March 10, 2003
baseball 2003
kristen produced an astounding idea today.
t-shirts.
should we have them? what would our baseball name be? would we have a league? should we all be representatives from different baseball teams so we can compete against each other? or just have two teams in one league. should we be from sponsors? what do you think? come up with name ideas. i dare you. and then second project will be coming up with logos and designs.
if we do this now, we'll have it all prepared in plenty of time for when we actually start playing in april or may.
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March 09, 2003
"picture casper! picture casper!" -gene
my brother has a debut (de... boo!) album out. which really is more of a promotional cd to hand out to get more paying gigs. but if anyone else wants a copy, i could make one and give it to you. it's free even. it's like non-useful promotion being done on my part. he also wanted everyone who was involved in the pre-stylus-booth-at-coachella-being-a-fiasco to know that he was grateful for the support.
jacob and dianna's new pad is the shiznitch. plus i'm quite fond of deadwood now. plus corn-pone (sp?) is the tastiest thing ever. plus i can't believe i went from the party to my house and directly started writing on here. shit. that's just lame.
but really i came to write because i realized something while i was parking and had to share. so. much like my random issues with things like the CH counter. i also have issues with having to park on the street in front of my house instead of in the driveway. once, for example, i did my brother's algebra homework in order to have the driveway space for a whole month. i'm a freak. and i admit that. HOWEVER i think there might be a reason for this madness. see, here at my house we have some of the NOSIEST neighbors alive. and the thing is that they don't DO ANYthing. they would just sit in their garage with the garage door open all day long and watch the street. once, they told jason after he had driven all the way from vegas that no one was at my house and he sat in his car for like half an hour even though i was inside the whole time. and the thing was that they did this, not on the basis of knowledge of whether anyone was home or not, but because they'd never seen jason before. therefore they just assumed that he was probably up to no good in the neighborhood and that our house and thier house and everybody's houses needed to be protected from this unassuming, but potentially dangerous, jew. i have a point here. which is. if you park in the driveway you're out in the open for less time where they can see you and talk to you and beckon you over than when you have to walk all the way down to the street to get in your car. then you're practically across the street already and in thier clutches. i live my life trying to evade these people. currently, the TR-3, which remains un-saleable and broken, takes up the driveway space which could be mine full-time. i fucking hate that car at this point. and nothing is being done about it. which i also hate. why the fuck does it get the prime location when it's never even used? why can't it be on the street? i live in mortal dread of going out to my car. which, yes, is pathetic. but still.
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March 08, 2003
baseball 2002
summer of love & baseball 2002 has been uploaded to eloise. go check it out.
you should also make sure to enjoy the visual pleasure which is jacob's bork pictures. which he put up and then failed to tell anyone about. i like to KNOW these things to be AWARE of them going on. =)
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March 07, 2003
thing i found from the page nuala found with the obscene pre-pubescent.
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mmmmmmmm.....mmmmonkeys....
so the inflatable supermodels are playing next week and i want to go because being supportive is fun and i miss being a groupie. although i shudder to think what kind of ripping good time groupies the IS have already. but supportive you know. like a miracle bra. well, maybe not that supportive. those things make no sense, you know? ok maybe they do for small chested people, but drowning my face in my own cleavage hardly seems appealing to me. in fact it is possibly bad trailer trash taste. (why do we give trailer trash such a hard time?) besides, the myopic eye-opener of big-breasted-bouncing-babies in miracle bras there's the cyst element to consider. because, ouchie. although at the same time that one cyst i had freshmen year in my elbow was the fucking coolest thing i've ever seen growing out of my own skin. it was the size of a golfball! and squishy! oh disgusting. plus it involved one of the most horrific doctor's phrases of all (my) time, "well, about this, we can stick and suck it. that involves sticking it with a big needle and sucking out the pus." although the procedure was tempting i decided that giving up the fascination of watching golfball-sized ligament issues was too great. it went away on its own anyway.
i'm kind of gross deep down you know. not even all that deep really (skin-deep. ho ho ho. ba-dum-ching.) i was actually kind of bitter in high school when scott harshman won the gutter-mind prize at that senior brunch thing. i could be so much dirtier than him.
P.S. sean- i know what you said about the rectum and everything. but then i was just kind of blurting things out this morning and..., yeah.
Posted by michele at 09:04 AM | Comments (0)
March 06, 2003
split ends
yesterday i went to get my hair cut. big deal, right? well when your hairdresser uses the phrase, "one of those long wet kisses that lasts you for a week." haircutting suddenly gets a lot more exciting. certainly more risque.
her: so how's erica?
me: good! she came over after she got her hair cut last to see my new couch!
her: you got a new couch? tell me everything!
me: (describes the couch and how much i love it.)
her: you know what couches are best for? you need to get yourself a boyfriend and bring him home to the couch to make out.
me: (kind of horrified by this turn in the conversation.) um, yeah.
her: you know what i mean, back when you're young and just started dating and you can just make out on the couch for hours....
her eyes go a little fuzzy as she reminisces.
me: yeah. and then after a while you just stop making out because once you've had sex a lot and the honeymoon period is kind of over you reach that point in the relationship where making out doesn't hold the same kind of allure as a quickie before bed.
her: doesn't that just SUCK?
me: yeah.
her: those make outs were some of the best what with those long wet kisses that last you a whole week. and remember how it made your heart feel?
me: sigh. yeah.
Posted by michele at 09:18 AM | Comments (10)
signs
i saw signs again recently when i was sick and i have to say that upon second viewing my faith in m night shymalan has actually been restored. all of the issues i had before were blown away by the sheer amazing writing (not that it's good and not that it's bad but because it's so ORDINARY which is AMAZING), directing, and cinematography. sure the alien still looks stupid, but whatever i can get past that. and most importantly the huge gripe that we all had with it became as flax in the breeze because the whole aliens coming to take over our planet and its resources WASN'T WHY THEY CAME AT ALL. that's one of the theories mentioned in the middle of the movie but at the end it comes out that really the aliens only came to earth to harvest some humans and take them away again. so the whole, "what the hell this is dumb why would aliens take over a planet made up of mostly a liquid which kills them?" detraction is kind of moot. my point is: try watching it again and you might really appreciate the understated elegance of it all. or you could agree with ian and still think it sucked ass. i'm almost tempted to watch unbreakable again which i DESPISED because maybe it's better on a second viewing too.
Posted by michele at 09:09 AM | Comments (7)
March 05, 2003
the doll
the doll's eyes were always following me. i thought that if i snipped them off--they were just buttons--that then i could gain a small measure of peace. but somehow she got ahold of the needle and thread and sewed her button eyes to the palms of her hands. She was then constantly walking up to me, arms thrust forward, offering up the eyes like a gift.
but they were a gift for which i had no desire, so i managed myself to ignore her. but then she started keening, and it was so high-pitched and overall loud* that my indifference to her predicament was worn down like a fucking mudslide.
desperate times and all that. while she was till berating the air like a banshee i picked out all the stitching in her side and pulled out the stuffing. the hole looked so lonely than, that i felt compelled to put a brick in and throw her in the river.
* sidenote: (fyi i was in class when i wrote this last night. drawing pictures seemed like an idle pastime exactly designed to stave off falling asleep.) sensei just said too(+) in a really ooki(#) voice and wrote it on the board. twice. he then proclaimed that we would all have nightmares. i don't doubt it for a second.
+ too: (pronounced toe with a drawn out o) the counter for 10 for some small objects. there is a fucking million ways to count things in japanese and this only works for some things. like pieces of candy would be an example. it would not work for thin flat things like paper (counter = #+ mai) or cyclindrical things like coke cans (counter = # + hon/bon/pon depending on what the number is).
# ooki: (pronounced oooooh-key) BIG.
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March 02, 2003
coachella 2002
i was vaguely productive this morning and scanned and uploaded pictures from coachella 2002 which was attended (on our part) by me, kristen, nuala, erica, and jacob. go to eloise/click below to see the pictures!
to peeps who went: you know how i never made copies of these pictures for everybody because i suck and am lazy? now you can make copies your own damn selves. just click on that shutterfly link on the top right and you can order prints of whichever pictures you want.
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March 01, 2003
hold it. where's my napkin.
last night for dinner my mom made this scallops in a cream sauce with herbs delicacy. on a mad afterthought she decided to add some gin to spice up those little spuds of the oceanic world.
for those of you now thinking, mmm tasty gin flavored scallops. let me point out to you that the two in fact do not go hand in hand like cotton candy and an irresolute child of 2. the combination of flavors--fish and restoration era mamma's teat--clash like the furies. it was atrocious and led to me all out gagging. i attempted to take a bite of just the rice with the sauce thinking that maybe the scallops had taken the full brunt of the offensive liquor. i had to spit it all out in my napkin and hurriedly wad up the evidence because i couldn't even bring myself to chew the mush.
we then washed off all the little scallop-y bodies and fried them up with lots of bacon, onions, and egg to make fried rice. it certainly helped.
the point here: don't put gin in your food. drink gin as your meal, sure. BUT DO NOT PUT IT IN YOUR FOOD. it's like the adage about not crapping where you sleep. or eat. whatever. just say no.
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