I love LOVE love cover songs. I don't get too crazy with my playlists, but I am super meticulous about my cover songs playlist. Until recently, the Stray Cats version of You Can't Hurry Love was probably my favorite, but I am really digging Tracy Bonham's cover of Crazy in Love.
Other stuff to write about, but I am so busy, it seems. Maybe later.
What a terrible fucking week! I'm at the point where something as small as there being no Pepsi in the fridge will probably cause a severe and permanent mental breakdown.
I'm taking it in stride, since my Prius had a far worse week. Hit twice in one week.
UPDATE: I should specify that the second attack on my car was perpetrated by a wall that I got into a fight with. I suffered light casualties, but the wall is toast.
I used the term ethnomethodology to refer to the investigation of the rational properties of indexical expressions and other practical actions as contingent ongoing accomplishments of organized artful practices of everyday life.
I are fucked.
I'll just start this post by saying, "youtube, you let me down."
I was trying to find a link to a Wal-mart commercial that has been bugging me, but oh well. There is a new Wal-mart commercial that opens with a frustrated woman standing at the gas pump. She is frowning in concern. "But what am I going to do about gas prices?" Then, they cut to several other earnest looking, hardworking Americans who talk about how now, more than ever, money is tight. These anypeople then go on to say that "paying too much for the stuff I use everyday, that's just crazy."
Which is Wal-Mart's way of indoctrinating the American people into dismissing the power of the activist dollar. It makes me so angry that Wal-Mart is essentially branding anyone who actively chooses to spend money at places other than Wal-Mart as foolish or crazy. I haven't set foot inside a Wal-Mart for more than 4 years (not counting the time I was an accomplice to a tennis racket purchase). Yes, if I shopped there, I could save money, but I prefer to spend my money in less evil places, and I want Wal-Mart to know that I do that. It's kind of a silly campaign, since the people who are boycotting Wal-Mart aren't going to be tricked into being a consumer at Wal-Mart, but it still makes me angry. How dare you, Wal-Mart. Don't you turn this around and make it about me. I may be crazy, but it isn't because I pay an extra $0.32 for canned tomatoes.
I am amazed at the blind trust I place in the USDA and my local grocer.
I was in the garden tonight, checking on my herbs, grabbing a few more zucchinis for the second round of bread making, and gathering a few of the adorable apples from my adorable tree. I finally got around to eating one of the apples but only after thoroughly cleaning it with soap and water. Something I never do to my fruit from the grocery store. Then, I remembered that last week, when I cooked with the zucchini, I treated the dinner with my parents as a trial run, making sure that no one got sick from the bread before I took it into work. No one wants to be responsible for a cholera outbreak in 2007. But why did I worry about this? Is my dirt dirtier?
I should rejoice in eating food that I planted and harvested myself, food that I know has never been sprayed with pesticide or weird hormones or anything, food that comes to me directly from my backyard, only being touched by a minimum number of people.
Food should be the opposite of the mail. Unlike mail, which gains luster and character with every stop, food loses a little of its earthiness and wholesomeness every time it is loaded on or off a truck. At the grocery store, I find myself drawn to the shiny, waxy, pyramids of fruit. Truth be told, though, it is so much prettier on the tree.
I was having a lovely dinner with my erudite, clever, professional librarian friends, and then I had to go and spoil it all by getting one of my famous headaches. It felt like something was burrowing out of my brain and into my right eye. I hung on for about 45 minutes and then made my apologies and left. On a brighter note, I did manage to make it all the way home before I threw up. I was terrified that I was going to have to throw up in the parking lot (which is so unladylike).
I do love hanging out with Beth, Erica, and Leslie. It's like being a kid and being allowed to stay up on New Year's Eve and drink a little bit of champagne, just like the grown ups. Sorry, all. We will do this again sometime.
I had other things to say, but work is already totally frustrating and now I have to troubleshoot missing data which totally sucks. It's amazing how quickly the day can turn sour.
One of the things I like best about being a single adult with a chunk of disposable income is that I can decide what I want to buy and when. As a child, you are totally tied to what your parents will do for you; when you are married with children you can't recklessly spend money without that gnawing guilt in the back of your head that says, "in 19 years that purse, with interest, will pay for a half semester of college."
What that means is that if I get a whim to fly a kite (like this weekend) because I have never done it, I can just go buy a kite. Which I might do this weekend. I have never flown a kite. Watching TV last night, I was overcome with the feeling that it might bring me joy.
At some point, I may have to stop indulging in these childlike desires, but for now, off to the toy store.
I downloaded some Feist a few months ago, after reading it on Leslie's page. I hadn't listened to any of it until a few days ago when I finally found some time to give it a listen. Now, I can't stop listening to The Park. I have it on repeat a lot during the day, and it makes me want to do juvenile high-school things, like write the lyrics in my notebook or learn to play it on the guitar and sing it during the senior assembly.
Mostly, this entry is just a distraction from my homework. It was either this, or start underlining the letters in Gone with the Wind as they spell out the Declaration of Independence.
Google released the newest Google Earth build that has the "search the sky" feature. It lets you browse the universe and get close up pictures of galaxies, supernovas, star clusters and similar. It is beautiful. I could play with this all day.
