Last night I partied in a Marriot hotel room with 9 other jews and 6 (real deal) arabs.If only the world could throw a giant hotel party, everything would be okay.
One of the jews (shes actually the president of Hillel at UofO) wants to go into middle east peace conflict, so shes learning arabic. The 6 arabs were UO students in her class.
It was a baby step. We were all in the same room, opposite sides of the room mostly, but we share a balcony when we wanted to smoke.
It was cool.
Group question: is there such a thing as TOO honest with mothers? I put some of that delicious red robin seasoning on some popcorn and my mother asks: what did you put on this?
Me: "red robin seasoning"
Mom: "Oh, hmm. did you buy it?"
Me: "No, I put it in my purse."
Mom: ( response-less)
That on top of being open about my recent liking to cigarillos....should i start lying, or at least, masking the truth? My philosophy is usually, don dont it if you couldnt admit it to your mother. it just so happens i admit everything to my mother so...fuck. i dunno. i iss yall, take 'er easy.
-BHG
Monday, December 18, 2006
my dad might be god? or jesus?
SO as many of you know (shout out to my WA homie Sunny Eggs), us here in seattle have experienced the Katrina of the Northwest complete with a black out across like 4 counties. Our power had been out for 2.5 days and it was the 3rd night of hannukkah. As we crowded around the fireplace for any semblance of warmth, my dad jokingly said "Let there be light!" I looked at him and said, "Dad, if that happened, I would believe." All of the sudden the lights went on!! Then my sister goes "Woah, dad, you're god!" and the lights go back off!! Woah. crazy. Like because she said something sacreligious the lights died again. They came back on about 3 hours later, but as this is the most interesting thing that has happened to me in seattle so far, i felt as if you'd all enjoy hearing it. Love/miss each and every one of you.
-Awkwardly Tan Aristotle
-Awkwardly Tan Aristotle
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Death, you bitch, get out my way!
I dont know if this is crying wolf or just crying.
I WANT TO STOP HAVING NEAR DEATH EXPERIANCES!!!!!
I almost died again tonight driving home from the movies on a dark windy icy road. My car lost control. I swerved sideways into the other lane. This was the better of 2 options, because on the other side of me was a cliff*. there was a car about 15 feet ahead of me which obviously had trouble like i did, expect their car was hanging off a cliff by two side wheels and the people had gotten out and were waiting in the freezing elements trying to aviod cars like myself from hitting them in the spare time before Help came.
if i make it through the week, ill consider myself fucking blessed. happy fucking shabbat.
*cliff in portland is like a 45 foot nearly vertical hill of folliage,trees and the like.
I WANT TO STOP HAVING NEAR DEATH EXPERIANCES!!!!!
I almost died again tonight driving home from the movies on a dark windy icy road. My car lost control. I swerved sideways into the other lane. This was the better of 2 options, because on the other side of me was a cliff*. there was a car about 15 feet ahead of me which obviously had trouble like i did, expect their car was hanging off a cliff by two side wheels and the people had gotten out and were waiting in the freezing elements trying to aviod cars like myself from hitting them in the spare time before Help came.
if i make it through the week, ill consider myself fucking blessed. happy fucking shabbat.
*cliff in portland is like a 45 foot nearly vertical hill of folliage,trees and the like.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
death is only a minor detail
Today, i became a real woman.
To review ( especially for the goyim....), i officially became a woman chanting a dueterotomy torah portion as an awkward 13 year old behind the Havarah Shalom faux-wood biema. That day, i saw life from the top of roller coaster about to delve in the fast paced,exciting possiblities that layed ahead.
Cathliocs get 2 confirmations, so why shouldn't I? Like a bat mitzvah second coming,today i confronted life once again, but this time, i was sorounded by a hundred strangers and crying todlers instead of old jewish men in suits and birkenstocks. But both times people were praying .
Desipte the cheesy melodramtic tone, this is a true story. It didn't just happen in my bubble; i didn't dream it and someone convinced me it was life; i have the urine stains on my pants to prove it. ( okay, not really, but seriuosly it happened.)
By now you're either curious...or opened up facebook instead...as to what "it" was. What the fuck happened? Well, to start, It was suprisingly comical, and not just here in retrospect. As the flight attendents got everyones attention they retaught us how to sit when a plane crash's and how to jump off the bouncy exit slide. I wanted to ask a) if we crash, does the way we sit actually matter? and b) volunteer to be a bouncy slide manager because of my extensive experiance with inflatable toys. But i did neither, because i was scared and confused. The semi undecipherable god-like voice of the loudspeaker enlightened us all soon:" Fire...plane...can't land...turn...try lax...sorry...soo sorry...listen to the flight attendents."
Someone would assume at this point there would be mass chaos. I mean, i would. But nope. The opposite.Silence. I was sitting next to a 20 something asian lady who taught japaneese children english over in japan and an advertising hot shot about a year out of grad school who spent the 10 hours we spent together either sleeping or dopey and dazed. The three of us hadn't exchanged a single word until this point, but something happened in those few minutes when we thought we could, possibly die, if not get injurged. We all started making these disturbily hallirous jokes about our own demise, the plane crashing, and "at least we can go down with a laugh" attiude.It was amazing.
Eventually we did land back in la, we did have to evacuate the plane because it was unflyable, and a firetruck did come rushing up as soon as we landed and went RIGHT UNDERNEATH where my window was. Yup, i was sitting on top of the fire....sweeeeet.
So, moarl of the story- about 10+ hours spent in airports and flying and landing and flying and landing again- is that laughter is miraculous, able to lighten a lethal situation. even with strangers. laughter is so fucking awesome. yeah....
-bhg
To review ( especially for the goyim....), i officially became a woman chanting a dueterotomy torah portion as an awkward 13 year old behind the Havarah Shalom faux-wood biema. That day, i saw life from the top of roller coaster about to delve in the fast paced,exciting possiblities that layed ahead.
Cathliocs get 2 confirmations, so why shouldn't I? Like a bat mitzvah second coming,today i confronted life once again, but this time, i was sorounded by a hundred strangers and crying todlers instead of old jewish men in suits and birkenstocks. But both times people were praying .
Desipte the cheesy melodramtic tone, this is a true story. It didn't just happen in my bubble; i didn't dream it and someone convinced me it was life; i have the urine stains on my pants to prove it. ( okay, not really, but seriuosly it happened.)
By now you're either curious...or opened up facebook instead...as to what "it" was. What the fuck happened? Well, to start, It was suprisingly comical, and not just here in retrospect. As the flight attendents got everyones attention they retaught us how to sit when a plane crash's and how to jump off the bouncy exit slide. I wanted to ask a) if we crash, does the way we sit actually matter? and b) volunteer to be a bouncy slide manager because of my extensive experiance with inflatable toys. But i did neither, because i was scared and confused. The semi undecipherable god-like voice of the loudspeaker enlightened us all soon:" Fire...plane...can't land...turn...try lax...sorry...soo sorry...listen to the flight attendents."
Someone would assume at this point there would be mass chaos. I mean, i would. But nope. The opposite.Silence. I was sitting next to a 20 something asian lady who taught japaneese children english over in japan and an advertising hot shot about a year out of grad school who spent the 10 hours we spent together either sleeping or dopey and dazed. The three of us hadn't exchanged a single word until this point, but something happened in those few minutes when we thought we could, possibly die, if not get injurged. We all started making these disturbily hallirous jokes about our own demise, the plane crashing, and "at least we can go down with a laugh" attiude.It was amazing.
Eventually we did land back in la, we did have to evacuate the plane because it was unflyable, and a firetruck did come rushing up as soon as we landed and went RIGHT UNDERNEATH where my window was. Yup, i was sitting on top of the fire....sweeeeet.
So, moarl of the story- about 10+ hours spent in airports and flying and landing and flying and landing again- is that laughter is miraculous, able to lighten a lethal situation. even with strangers. laughter is so fucking awesome. yeah....
-bhg
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
What I Learned In Spanish 3
A Spanish teacher was explaining to her class that in Spanish, unlike English, nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine.
“House,'’ for instance, is feminine: ‘’la casa.'’
‘’Pencil,'’ however, is masculine: “el lapiz.'’
A student asked, ‘’What gender is ‘computer’?'’
Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether ‘computer'’ should be a masculine or a feminine noun.
Each group was asked to give four reasons for its recommendation.
The men’s group decided that ‘’computer'’ should definitely be of the feminine gender ('’la computadora'’) because:
1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;
2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else;
3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible later retrieval; and
4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.
(THIS GETS BETTER!)
The women’s group, however, concluded that computers should be masculine ('’el computador'’) because:
1 In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on;
2. They have a lot of data but still can’t think for themselves;
3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they ARE the problem; and
4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a little longer, you could have gotten a better model.
The women won.
--Awkwardly Tan Aristotle
“House,'’ for instance, is feminine: ‘’la casa.'’
‘’Pencil,'’ however, is masculine: “el lapiz.'’
A student asked, ‘’What gender is ‘computer’?'’
Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether ‘computer'’ should be a masculine or a feminine noun.
Each group was asked to give four reasons for its recommendation.
The men’s group decided that ‘’computer'’ should definitely be of the feminine gender ('’la computadora'’) because:
1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;
2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else;
3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible later retrieval; and
4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.
(THIS GETS BETTER!)
The women’s group, however, concluded that computers should be masculine ('’el computador'’) because:
1 In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on;
2. They have a lot of data but still can’t think for themselves;
3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they ARE the problem; and
4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a little longer, you could have gotten a better model.
The women won.
--Awkwardly Tan Aristotle
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
final finale
In one hour, all of us will be done with finals.
All of us will have completed one semester of college.
All of us will be able to advise the spring admits on where to go if they lose their id card.
All of us will go back home with in-depth knowlge of 4-5 subjects we didn't really know before.
All of us will look back on the naietivy which we packed when we arrived but are leaving behind in the past.
Al of us will try to relive the magic our group when telling our home friends, but it wont suffice to how awesome it really is.
All of us will sit in the plane/train/car on the way home and think of how we've changed in just 4 months.
The anwser will contradictory-both drastic and diminutive-but certainly unquantifiable.
All of us will feel a bit uneasy at home because home no longer feels absolute...
Afterall, We also live in 1263 and EVK.
All of us will be bored periodically because there are not swarms of people around us from the first blink of the day to the last.
All of us will have an amazing time with our home friends, and be shocked on how much or little they have changed.
Then we will ask: did they change that much or did i?
All of us will stay in touch. period.
I will miss all of us.
thanks for being such amazing friends guys, HAVE A HAPPY HANNUKAH/CHRISTMAS/KWANZA,,,DIABETES!
love BHG
All of us will have completed one semester of college.
All of us will be able to advise the spring admits on where to go if they lose their id card.
All of us will go back home with in-depth knowlge of 4-5 subjects we didn't really know before.
All of us will look back on the naietivy which we packed when we arrived but are leaving behind in the past.
Al of us will try to relive the magic our group when telling our home friends, but it wont suffice to how awesome it really is.
All of us will sit in the plane/train/car on the way home and think of how we've changed in just 4 months.
The anwser will contradictory-both drastic and diminutive-but certainly unquantifiable.
All of us will feel a bit uneasy at home because home no longer feels absolute...
Afterall, We also live in 1263 and EVK.
All of us will be bored periodically because there are not swarms of people around us from the first blink of the day to the last.
All of us will have an amazing time with our home friends, and be shocked on how much or little they have changed.
Then we will ask: did they change that much or did i?
All of us will stay in touch. period.
I will miss all of us.
thanks for being such amazing friends guys, HAVE A HAPPY HANNUKAH/CHRISTMAS/KWANZA,,,DIABETES!
love BHG
Saturday, December 9, 2006
turning solid ideas into diamonds: naught, naughty santa
This post has a purpose, for a change:
we never did a secret santa draw, soooo:
Everyone post your name/home address here and we can either
a) everyone sends everyone else a under 7$ gift in the mail along with a letter/card because we're cutre friends, damnit.
or
b) Secret Santa comes out of the closet :o! We each have 1 person to send a gift to we assign on the blog, so its not a secret, but the gift may be nicer since we'd only buy 1.
Even if we chose option B, i still think we should write eachother letters or postcards. Mail is fun.
Emily "Big Haired Ghandi" Zurow
6162 SW Evelyn St.
Portland, OR 97219
judging by the people who maaaay check this, looks like the exchange wold be between Awkwardly Tan Aristotle, Myself, Peace and FroYo, Sunny Eggs and Princess Party Bus.
Gimmie feedback like I'm Brice at a legitimate comedy club, no feelings will be hurt if the idea(s) is/are rejected. Well, i may hate you all and send you anthrax cards instead, but aside from that, no hurt.
we never did a secret santa draw, soooo:
Everyone post your name/home address here and we can either
a) everyone sends everyone else a under 7$ gift in the mail along with a letter/card because we're cutre friends, damnit.
or
b) Secret Santa comes out of the closet :o! We each have 1 person to send a gift to we assign on the blog, so its not a secret, but the gift may be nicer since we'd only buy 1.
Even if we chose option B, i still think we should write eachother letters or postcards. Mail is fun.
Emily "Big Haired Ghandi" Zurow
6162 SW Evelyn St.
Portland, OR 97219
judging by the people who maaaay check this, looks like the exchange wold be between Awkwardly Tan Aristotle, Myself, Peace and FroYo, Sunny Eggs and Princess Party Bus.
Gimmie feedback like I'm Brice at a legitimate comedy club, no feelings will be hurt if the idea(s) is/are rejected. Well, i may hate you all and send you anthrax cards instead, but aside from that, no hurt.
Friday, December 8, 2006
Love and Marriage
To fulfill an abnormal friday ( no workstudy, but 2 finals, schedule turned upside down), i found these abnormal serman notes while browsing through the world wide web for something interesting to learn today. It didn't take much sifting to find the gold .. or is it fools-gold? You tell me because I have no idea; does this have any merit?
"George Orwell predicted newspeak, which today is called political correctness under a jewish communist totalitarian state called democracy. We have 'hate crime' laws which Orwell termed 'thought crimes'. Lenin and Stalin instituted 'hate crime' laws early on in the officially atheistic Soviet Union. One of the first being to outlaw any anti-jewish speech or writings, which were punishable by death. Under the 'hate crime' laws, the career politicians have legislated what is called 'hate speech'. Hate speech means anything the jews hate to hear, especially the truth about themselves. Therefore, truth is hate to those who hate the truth."-Sermon Notes of Pastor Mark Downey (http://www.kinsmanredeemer.com/WhyWeHateJews.htm)
I wish I had a stance on political correctness. I don't get gyped or jewed or have reatrd friends; my teacher isn't gay when he assigns a paper, niggers don't make me uncomterable and spics don't steal my stuff. places are sometimes ghetto, i admit, but rarley things or people. If the likes of that ol' saying and Ghandi-esque " (non)actions speak..." philosophy is true, than color me an Advocate of Political Correctness. A Fervent Advocate.
But ya see, my mind and mouth are like Compton and Beverlly Hills here. The Politically Correct Bandwagon is trying to bulldoze the freedom of expression in instances that are sterotyical, offensive or derogatory towards a certain marginalized group. And that is something I definity do not want to be a part of. Silencing people from saying offensive things doesn't instantaneously silence their offensive thoughts. The difference is, if they say it they a)acknowledge that they feel it and b) have an opportunity to hear it refuted. My man john stuart mill sums it up nicely:Either (i) the opinion is right, so that silencing it deprives society of knowing it,Or (ii) the opinion is wrong, but silencing it deprives society of seeing it refuted. So the question in my mind is still foggy: is political correctness fostering or combating negative sterotypes?
This doesn't mean I am going to start running around shouting " hey you vietnamese squinty eyed whorebag!" I don't want to offend people. Making people feel bad makes me feel bad...most of the time. It's a pretty selfish reason. I don't want to perpetuate negative sterotypes. But i feel like that should be done through the marginalized group changing their actions moreso than my changing my verbal expression. Because really, a society changing the way they talk about people and see them is just a change in discourse and rhetoric, masking the underlying issue of the stigmas attached to certain races,religions,classes, and so on. A huge part of me thinks that chaning our thoughts by the way we speak is just a quick fix, making a relasp into racism not only feasable, but probable. In my utopia, the problem would be solved by people learning to tolerate-even respect and appriciate!- other cultures...But in the end, i think Orwell was more keen to reality with his dystopia 1984. How does someone predict political correctness?It must have sounded just about as crazy as global warming. hah.
big haired
"George Orwell predicted newspeak, which today is called political correctness under a jewish communist totalitarian state called democracy. We have 'hate crime' laws which Orwell termed 'thought crimes'. Lenin and Stalin instituted 'hate crime' laws early on in the officially atheistic Soviet Union. One of the first being to outlaw any anti-jewish speech or writings, which were punishable by death. Under the 'hate crime' laws, the career politicians have legislated what is called 'hate speech'. Hate speech means anything the jews hate to hear, especially the truth about themselves. Therefore, truth is hate to those who hate the truth."-Sermon Notes of Pastor Mark Downey (http://www.kinsmanredeemer.com/WhyWeHateJews.htm)
I wish I had a stance on political correctness. I don't get gyped or jewed or have reatrd friends; my teacher isn't gay when he assigns a paper, niggers don't make me uncomterable and spics don't steal my stuff. places are sometimes ghetto, i admit, but rarley things or people. If the likes of that ol' saying and Ghandi-esque " (non)actions speak..." philosophy is true, than color me an Advocate of Political Correctness. A Fervent Advocate.
But ya see, my mind and mouth are like Compton and Beverlly Hills here. The Politically Correct Bandwagon is trying to bulldoze the freedom of expression in instances that are sterotyical, offensive or derogatory towards a certain marginalized group. And that is something I definity do not want to be a part of. Silencing people from saying offensive things doesn't instantaneously silence their offensive thoughts. The difference is, if they say it they a)acknowledge that they feel it and b) have an opportunity to hear it refuted. My man john stuart mill sums it up nicely:Either (i) the opinion is right, so that silencing it deprives society of knowing it,Or (ii) the opinion is wrong, but silencing it deprives society of seeing it refuted. So the question in my mind is still foggy: is political correctness fostering or combating negative sterotypes?
This doesn't mean I am going to start running around shouting " hey you vietnamese squinty eyed whorebag!" I don't want to offend people. Making people feel bad makes me feel bad...most of the time. It's a pretty selfish reason. I don't want to perpetuate negative sterotypes. But i feel like that should be done through the marginalized group changing their actions moreso than my changing my verbal expression. Because really, a society changing the way they talk about people and see them is just a change in discourse and rhetoric, masking the underlying issue of the stigmas attached to certain races,religions,classes, and so on. A huge part of me thinks that chaning our thoughts by the way we speak is just a quick fix, making a relasp into racism not only feasable, but probable. In my utopia, the problem would be solved by people learning to tolerate-even respect and appriciate!- other cultures...But in the end, i think Orwell was more keen to reality with his dystopia 1984. How does someone predict political correctness?It must have sounded just about as crazy as global warming. hah.
big haired
idea?
What do you guys think about a mail secret santa? A) getting mail is awesome. b) santa is awesome, especially if he is secret. c) secrets are awesome. For these reasons, and MORE, i like this extraoplation on alex's ingenius of a group secret santa. For all of those who are in, the drawing shoudl be TONIGHT because awkwardly tan aristotle is leaving en la manana :(.
_ Ghandi con el pelo grande
_ Ghandi con el pelo grande
Wednesday, December 6, 2006
It's a Super Mario World and we're just living in it
I've come to the conclusion that I am a boy fixer. Right after we end our relationship they decide to straighten up their lives and become good people. Perfect timing. I date them in their awkward, "you're the last person i date while i'm still a big jerk" phase.
Case in point: boyfriend Conor "cleaned up his act" this summer and decided to quit his player ways. Awkward moment: yesterday I helped him with girl problems. That was weird.
sunny eggs: drunky monkey has decided to "sort out his life" and stop being drunky monkey. I don't know how I feel about this. I kinda thought it was funny being able to call someone drunky monkey.
I have been at work since 10:00 this morning. It is now 2:00 in the afternoon. The entire time I"ve been here I've been playing supermario world online. I'm on world 7. I am a mario god.
Hey hey hey, on friday marissa (love of my life in our house) is having her troy tones concert and post that socal vocals are throwing a ho-ho holiday fiesta. There's supposed to be a menorah and dreidels. Please go with me.
First final was today in Culture Through Film at 8 am. I forgot my extra credit assignments in my room so after I finished the final (in 20 minutes flat...no joke) i superbiked all the way back to the room, tripped over every stinkin piece of hoobiewhatzit on the ground, no
isily printed off my assignments and flew back to my classroom to turn it in. I came back and napped with alex (in separate beds...damn)and every 5 minutes one of our alarms would go off and we'd punch in and go back to sleep. Alarm clock naps kinda suck.
one down, three to go!
-awkwardly tan aristotle
p.s. last night i played my first game of supersmash brothers against 2 boys and actually held my own somewhat. I've decided my goal for vacation is to get really good at supersmash brothers and then hustle people to make money. the end.
Case in point: boyfriend Conor "cleaned up his act" this summer and decided to quit his player ways. Awkward moment: yesterday I helped him with girl problems. That was weird.
sunny eggs: drunky monkey has decided to "sort out his life" and stop being drunky monkey. I don't know how I feel about this. I kinda thought it was funny being able to call someone drunky monkey.
I have been at work since 10:00 this morning. It is now 2:00 in the afternoon. The entire time I"ve been here I've been playing supermario world online. I'm on world 7. I am a mario god.
Hey hey hey, on friday marissa (love of my life in our house) is having her troy tones concert and post that socal vocals are throwing a ho-ho holiday fiesta. There's supposed to be a menorah and dreidels. Please go with me.
First final was today in Culture Through Film at 8 am. I forgot my extra credit assignments in my room so after I finished the final (in 20 minutes flat...no joke) i superbiked all the way back to the room, tripped over every stinkin piece of hoobiewhatzit on the ground, no
isily printed off my assignments and flew back to my classroom to turn it in. I came back and napped with alex (in separate beds...damn)and every 5 minutes one of our alarms would go off and we'd punch in and go back to sleep. Alarm clock naps kinda suck.
one down, three to go!
-awkwardly tan aristotle
p.s. last night i played my first game of supersmash brothers against 2 boys and actually held my own somewhat. I've decided my goal for vacation is to get really good at supersmash brothers and then hustle people to make money. the end.
Tuesday, December 5, 2006
back it up back it up back it up
I feel the need to explain how the name of the blog- big haired ghandi- came to be.
It was a warm September night, you know the kind: crisp ir, dancing leaves, the whole bit. The shy moon dimly lit the night sky a pastel blue and underneath its illumination the campus heart was beating. Students by day had morphed into their scantilly clad night costumes of clingy and short and lacy and ripped clothing, the type whose purpose is to let the community know the secrets that lie beneath.
And there we scurried, a group of friends, buzzing with chatter, skipping and dancing our way to the White House. Our freshfest conselors brad and david were to be there, and since we knew about 10 people at USC, seeing two at once was to be a grand thrill.
Inside, we 3 way danced without touching (brads idea) and ate their bbq hot dogs...or if youre jenna, just the ben with ketchup.
In the secret hidden room, which sarah and i obviously went to, there was a statue. It looked like ghandi. So i pointed and called it ghandi. Turns out, thanks to sarahs keen observation, that it wasnt ghandi. i think it was a warrior. ghandis opposite.
Regardless, that night i was christened big haired ghandi, and hte rest my freinds, is history.
It was a warm September night, you know the kind: crisp ir, dancing leaves, the whole bit. The shy moon dimly lit the night sky a pastel blue and underneath its illumination the campus heart was beating. Students by day had morphed into their scantilly clad night costumes of clingy and short and lacy and ripped clothing, the type whose purpose is to let the community know the secrets that lie beneath.
And there we scurried, a group of friends, buzzing with chatter, skipping and dancing our way to the White House. Our freshfest conselors brad and david were to be there, and since we knew about 10 people at USC, seeing two at once was to be a grand thrill.
Inside, we 3 way danced without touching (brads idea) and ate their bbq hot dogs...or if youre jenna, just the ben with ketchup.
In the secret hidden room, which sarah and i obviously went to, there was a statue. It looked like ghandi. So i pointed and called it ghandi. Turns out, thanks to sarahs keen observation, that it wasnt ghandi. i think it was a warrior. ghandis opposite.
Regardless, that night i was christened big haired ghandi, and hte rest my freinds, is history.
Monday, December 4, 2006
im meltinggg ahhhhhh
my mind is meltinggggggg
i've read so many freakin books on unknown tribes in unknown places that i'm tempted to screw college and run off to the jungle where I will become a half-naked shamaness who performs spells by singing "Rent" songs. Seems like a sweet deal to me.
today a lady at work made me look up an "unsketchy" auto repair shop for her. For the record: all auto repair shops are sketchy. And if you're looking for an unsketchy anything, maybe u shouldn't live in compton!
The end.
-Awkwardly Tan Aristotle
i've read so many freakin books on unknown tribes in unknown places that i'm tempted to screw college and run off to the jungle where I will become a half-naked shamaness who performs spells by singing "Rent" songs. Seems like a sweet deal to me.
today a lady at work made me look up an "unsketchy" auto repair shop for her. For the record: all auto repair shops are sketchy. And if you're looking for an unsketchy anything, maybe u shouldn't live in compton!
The end.
-Awkwardly Tan Aristotle
Saturday, December 2, 2006
ps useful
General Ways to Annoy People
Announce when you're going to the bathroom.
Ask people to prove everything they say. (e.g. "I'm Bob, nice to meet you..." "PROVE IT!")
ONLY TYPE IN UPPERCASE.
Before exiting the elevator, push all the buttons.
Ways To Annnoy Your Roommate
Become a mime. Nothing is more annoying than a mime.
Ask your roommate if your family can move in "just for a couple of weeks."
Buy some turtles. Paint numbers on their backs. Race them down the hall.
Chain yourself to your roommate's bed. Get him/her to bring you food.
Ways To Annoy People In The Computer Lab
Bring some dry ice & make it look like your computer is smoking.
Light candles in a circle around your terminal before starting.
Play "Pong" for hours on the most powerful computer in the lab.
Try to stick a Nintendo cartridge into the 3 1/2 disc drive, when it doesn't work, get the supervisor.
Announce when you're going to the bathroom.
Ask people to prove everything they say. (e.g. "I'm Bob, nice to meet you..." "PROVE IT!")
ONLY TYPE IN UPPERCASE.
Before exiting the elevator, push all the buttons.
Ways To Annnoy Your Roommate
Become a mime. Nothing is more annoying than a mime.
Ask your roommate if your family can move in "just for a couple of weeks."
Buy some turtles. Paint numbers on their backs. Race them down the hall.
Chain yourself to your roommate's bed. Get him/her to bring you food.
Ways To Annoy People In The Computer Lab
Bring some dry ice & make it look like your computer is smoking.
Light candles in a circle around your terminal before starting.
Play "Pong" for hours on the most powerful computer in the lab.
Try to stick a Nintendo cartridge into the 3 1/2 disc drive, when it doesn't work, get the supervisor.
TOP 20 OXYMORONS
20. Government Organization
19. Alone Together
18. Personal Computer
17. Silent Scream
16. Living Dead
15. Same Difference
14. Taped Live
13. Plastic Glasses
12. Tight Slacks
11. Peace Force
10. Pretty Ugly
9. Head Butt
8. Working Vacation
7. Tax Return
6. Virtual Reality
5. Dodge Ram
4. Work Party
3. Jumbo Shrimp
2. Healthy Tan
1. Microsoft Works
LOVE BIG HAIRED G
19. Alone Together
18. Personal Computer
17. Silent Scream
16. Living Dead
15. Same Difference
14. Taped Live
13. Plastic Glasses
12. Tight Slacks
11. Peace Force
10. Pretty Ugly
9. Head Butt
8. Working Vacation
7. Tax Return
6. Virtual Reality
5. Dodge Ram
4. Work Party
3. Jumbo Shrimp
2. Healthy Tan
1. Microsoft Works
LOVE BIG HAIRED G
"Root Beer Taste Like Toothpaste"- sunny eggs
You know those rediculous nights where there are no words to explain it?
Yup, it was one of those.
Let's backtrack to 5:00 pm, shall we? There was a fort of invisibility- a sexile fort, at that- in the 1263. Zwang took sissors to it.RIP fort. Time passed, we did the evk thing, i created 2 castles. Phil got embarrased and ran away...that seems to be a pattern. We came back to the room, watched british boy wizard reruns on abc family channel. Eventually SunEggs and I left to meet up with lisa and nishhh. And here is where things start to get fuzzy: Save Tommy.Plastic Gerbil Balls. Whip Cream War. Burning iddle Fountain Shower. QUEENIE!. Inflatable Bruin Karate Kick. Dance Force...Other Dance Force. So Cal Vo Cals. THE REPULIC I'M NOT A REPUBLICA PLATOS REPULI PLATO TASTE Salty I LOve Plato. Dance To Music Like Noones Watching,Except Noone Is Watching BUBBLE RULES. Balloon Popping but sorry, a bruin stole it. Subway sword fighting, of shit, theres mayonaise. Smores. Buterskotch. steal the chocolate whip cream. return the stolen chocolate ship cream. make freinds by talking to eachother then running away. adventure, adventure, team cardnal!. Team cardnal is sleepy. Ground Zero hobo shack. Book excepts.
Tonight we lived life like it was a dream. I'm not going to lie: there is no way tonights slumberous subconcious misadventures can top what happened. I don't think even my imagination is that bizarre.
ps im going to be an imagineere when i grow up.
love,
Big Haired Ghandi
Yup, it was one of those.
Let's backtrack to 5:00 pm, shall we? There was a fort of invisibility- a sexile fort, at that- in the 1263. Zwang took sissors to it.RIP fort. Time passed, we did the evk thing, i created 2 castles. Phil got embarrased and ran away...that seems to be a pattern. We came back to the room, watched british boy wizard reruns on abc family channel. Eventually SunEggs and I left to meet up with lisa and nishhh. And here is where things start to get fuzzy: Save Tommy.Plastic Gerbil Balls. Whip Cream War. Burning iddle Fountain Shower. QUEENIE!. Inflatable Bruin Karate Kick. Dance Force...Other Dance Force. So Cal Vo Cals. THE REPULIC I'M NOT A REPUBLICA PLATOS REPULI PLATO TASTE Salty I LOve Plato. Dance To Music Like Noones Watching,Except Noone Is Watching BUBBLE RULES. Balloon Popping but sorry, a bruin stole it. Subway sword fighting, of shit, theres mayonaise. Smores. Buterskotch. steal the chocolate whip cream. return the stolen chocolate ship cream. make freinds by talking to eachother then running away. adventure, adventure, team cardnal!. Team cardnal is sleepy. Ground Zero hobo shack. Book excepts.
Tonight we lived life like it was a dream. I'm not going to lie: there is no way tonights slumberous subconcious misadventures can top what happened. I don't think even my imagination is that bizarre.
ps im going to be an imagineere when i grow up.
love,
Big Haired Ghandi
Friday, December 1, 2006
Famous Frauds
We totally partied with... um... apparently Beyonce and Gwen. I don't know what else to say. Like I'm speechless. Which is actually a lie, because now I'm just incoherently babbling about absolutely nothing. But seriously... I have nothing left to say. I'm done. WITH CLASS!!!! no more schoooool, fool
* Shiny Omelet *
Thursday, November 30, 2006
two truths and a lie
One of the following paragraphs is a joke and the other two are news reports. can you tell which is which?
A man walks into a bar with a giraffe and they proceed to get blitzed. The giraffe drinks so much it passes out on the floor. The man gets up and heads for the door to leave when the bartender yells, "Hey! You can't leave that lyin' there!" The drunk replies, "That's not a lion! It's a giraffe."
Woman Jailed For Injecting Nephew With Heroin
A suburban Detroit woman who admitted injecting heroin into her 12-year-old nephew and giving him and her 15-year-old niece heroin and cocaine was sentenced to eight years in prison.
Birth Control Breakthrough
British researchers are working on a project that could put a smile on the faces of a lot of women. That's because it's a contraceptive pill for men.
procrastinating has reached a new level.
~B.H.G.
A man walks into a bar with a giraffe and they proceed to get blitzed. The giraffe drinks so much it passes out on the floor. The man gets up and heads for the door to leave when the bartender yells, "Hey! You can't leave that lyin' there!" The drunk replies, "That's not a lion! It's a giraffe."
Woman Jailed For Injecting Nephew With Heroin
A suburban Detroit woman who admitted injecting heroin into her 12-year-old nephew and giving him and her 15-year-old niece heroin and cocaine was sentenced to eight years in prison.
Birth Control Breakthrough
British researchers are working on a project that could put a smile on the faces of a lot of women. That's because it's a contraceptive pill for men.
procrastinating has reached a new level.
~B.H.G.
Parkside's Phenomenal Phood
Story time: The lovely Sunny eggs, Princess Party Bus, and I decided to bike over to Parkside for dinner tonight. Once I got the approval for Matt's bike, we arrived to find to our amazement that Parksaide had a theme for tonight: Around the World. We ate food from italy to china to mexico to greece. Basically between the three of us there were about 24 plates. Its hard to stack that many plates on three trays, thats like 8 plates a tray not even including silverware and the numerous glasses we had. Some guy that works at Parkside saw us trying to stack our plates and told us to be careful and try not to spill any of it. Princess Party Bus picks up her tray just fine. Sunny eggs is finishing off the fondue. I just finished telling the guy to not worry because we will be very careful. I then proceed to pick up my tray and start walking. Within the first few steps my plates fall. oh the Irony. Anyway it was hilarious. good luck studying
love, peace and froyo
P.S. i now know how to make fondue
love, peace and froyo
P.S. i now know how to make fondue
Parkside's Phenomenal Phood
Story time: The lovely Sunny eggs, Princess Party Bus, and I decided to bike over to Parkside for dinner tonight. Once I got the approval for Matt's bike, we arrived to find to our amazement that Parksaide had a theme for tonight: Around the World. We ate food from italy to china to mexico to greece. Basically between the three of us there were about 24 plates. Its hard to stack that many plates on three trays, thats like 8 plates a tray not even including silverware and the numerous glasses we had. Some guy that works at Parkside saw us trying to stack our plates and told us to be careful and try not to spill any of it. Princess Party Bus picks up her tray just fine. Sunny eggs is finishing off the fondue. I just finished telling the guy to not worry because we will be very careful. I then proceed to pick up my tray and start walking. Within the first few steps my plates fall. oh the Irony. Anyway it was hilarious. good luck studying
love, peace and froyo
P.S. i now know how to make fondue
love, peace and froyo
P.S. i now know how to make fondue
in case anyone's procrastinating
hey yall
yall...where has ellen wroe been??Wierd.
ANyway, tonight from6-7 in the student studentcenter is the wsa's last meeting. thats where i'll be. thats where sunny eggs will be. cool people. cool topics. free food. if anyone is interested, see youthere!
big haired ghandi
ps I AM SOO STOKED: the rabbi is started a new group/program where every sunday morning we go to skid row and work with a local community center/charity there. Soo cool, anyone else down?
yall...where has ellen wroe been??Wierd.
ANyway, tonight from6-7 in the student studentcenter is the wsa's last meeting. thats where i'll be. thats where sunny eggs will be. cool people. cool topics. free food. if anyone is interested, see youthere!
big haired ghandi
ps I AM SOO STOKED: the rabbi is started a new group/program where every sunday morning we go to skid row and work with a local community center/charity there. Soo cool, anyone else down?
NICKNAME and other events in my life
so i officially have a nickname. Sunny Eggs and i were biking along campus and stumbled upon a party bus. the bus was named "Princess Alexandra" i believe that this was a sign. i am now officially known as Princess Party Bus.
i also would like to comment that i have not showered since saturday morning. this is no record of mine but i am disgusting. i just thought you all should know this.
i also really wanted to post on the blog so i am just rambling
ALSO ALL NEXT WEEK IS UPSTAIRS LUNCH WEEK ON ME CALL IF YOU WANT TO GO AND I WILL MAKE RESERVATIONS
Love you all
Princess Party Bus
i also would like to comment that i have not showered since saturday morning. this is no record of mine but i am disgusting. i just thought you all should know this.
i also really wanted to post on the blog so i am just rambling
ALSO ALL NEXT WEEK IS UPSTAIRS LUNCH WEEK ON ME CALL IF YOU WANT TO GO AND I WILL MAKE RESERVATIONS
Love you all
Princess Party Bus
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
new bands make me happy
In my quest to become a Fray groupie for the concert on thursday (aaaaaaaaahhhh im so excited!) I have stumbled upon a band that I'm newly obsessed with, and felt that if I didn't share them with you, my dear friends, I would be doing this world a great disservice. They are called Augustana. They are amazing. If you only listen to one of their songs, download Boston. It's crazy good if you're into piano riffs (are they called that?) and dispatch-like music.
Today I sat through my last culture through film movie, and I actually stayed awake the entire time, which is a huge achievement, especially since the entire movie was in Chinese. I've learned a lot this semester...
Yesterday I had one of the most awkwardly tense moments of my life. I was standing in the hall with a bunch of guys and girls who live there with me, when a girl who I recognized but don't know walked by. She lives at the end of the hall, but isn't very social with the other people hall. She was visibly upset, and one of the girls stopped her to ask what was wrong. She screamed "my brother just got hit by a car and died" and then ran off. No one knew what to say or how to react. We all just kinda dissipated into our rooms to try to chew over this information in our head, until someone informed the RA so that she could talk to her. It's one of those things that there is absolutely no acceptable response to and I learned there is one more thing tht I have no idea how to deal with. I understand this story isn't particularly funny. I'm sorry.
I have officially finished 8 papers in two days, and my solo-bistango celebration in my room last night was to die for. Follow that with the most intense Veronica Mars EVER (she stabbed him with a unicorn!!), meeting new people in peace + fro yo's hallway, and I had a satisfactory evening.
Gonna go nap pre in-class essay.
--Awkwardly Tan Aristotle
Today I sat through my last culture through film movie, and I actually stayed awake the entire time, which is a huge achievement, especially since the entire movie was in Chinese. I've learned a lot this semester...
Yesterday I had one of the most awkwardly tense moments of my life. I was standing in the hall with a bunch of guys and girls who live there with me, when a girl who I recognized but don't know walked by. She lives at the end of the hall, but isn't very social with the other people hall. She was visibly upset, and one of the girls stopped her to ask what was wrong. She screamed "my brother just got hit by a car and died" and then ran off. No one knew what to say or how to react. We all just kinda dissipated into our rooms to try to chew over this information in our head, until someone informed the RA so that she could talk to her. It's one of those things that there is absolutely no acceptable response to and I learned there is one more thing tht I have no idea how to deal with. I understand this story isn't particularly funny. I'm sorry.
I have officially finished 8 papers in two days, and my solo-bistango celebration in my room last night was to die for. Follow that with the most intense Veronica Mars EVER (she stabbed him with a unicorn!!), meeting new people in peace + fro yo's hallway, and I had a satisfactory evening.
Gonna go nap pre in-class essay.
--Awkwardly Tan Aristotle
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
if i commited murder and just called it active euthanasia i would be doing humanity a favor by ridding the world of this mans existance.
Why i get off thinking about my philosophy t.a.'s death:
1. If squeaky boots were a crime, he'd be the poster boy of the green mile.Dear god, either pick up your goddamn feet when you walk, wear shoes that are ear-friendly, or just fuck shoes and wear socks. Your noise insults me as a person capable of hearing sounds. Seriouslyl-its ike holding a pile of shit underneath a persons nose for an from 10-11 every tuesday morning.
2. Every example he gives is a child molestation scenario.and its getting a little creepy. I wonder why thats constantly on his mind...im going to google him, see if any sexual predetor whatnot pops up...
3. He is condescending to a) people who go to USC and b) freshman who own computers. Since HE didnt go to USC( "because I am too poor, not everybody has the families you guys do") unti now (grad school) and is getting his way paid, he thinks US going to USC is a waste of money. because only grad students are allowed to have acsess to cool facilities, apperantly. what a douche. Also, as freshman, we shouldn't have laptops already. or at least not nice ones. we are soo gosh darn spoiled!
4.He talks smack about the professor, and then tries to correct the guy....okay, t.a, listen up..but not too much or your boots will burst your eardrums:the professor is brilliant, he's a phiosopher, he fucking thinks for a living.What haave YOU accomplished? You can't count your parents being ashamed of you as an accomplishment. Oldest man to benifit from orthodontics? Dungeons and dragons war lord?Maybe i dont want to know....child molestation my ass.....
5. You bitch and moan about anything and everything within your TA duties. Dude...this is a job for you. you get paid. you get to go to grad school. stop whining and accept the fact that yes you are going to get emails and no, the blonde girl in the 3rd row won't sleep with you.
Ayyy, douchebag supreme.
Big haired ghandi
1. If squeaky boots were a crime, he'd be the poster boy of the green mile.Dear god, either pick up your goddamn feet when you walk, wear shoes that are ear-friendly, or just fuck shoes and wear socks. Your noise insults me as a person capable of hearing sounds. Seriouslyl-its ike holding a pile of shit underneath a persons nose for an from 10-11 every tuesday morning.
2. Every example he gives is a child molestation scenario.and its getting a little creepy. I wonder why thats constantly on his mind...im going to google him, see if any sexual predetor whatnot pops up...
3. He is condescending to a) people who go to USC and b) freshman who own computers. Since HE didnt go to USC( "because I am too poor, not everybody has the families you guys do") unti now (grad school) and is getting his way paid, he thinks US going to USC is a waste of money. because only grad students are allowed to have acsess to cool facilities, apperantly. what a douche. Also, as freshman, we shouldn't have laptops already. or at least not nice ones. we are soo gosh darn spoiled!
4.He talks smack about the professor, and then tries to correct the guy....okay, t.a, listen up..but not too much or your boots will burst your eardrums:the professor is brilliant, he's a phiosopher, he fucking thinks for a living.What haave YOU accomplished? You can't count your parents being ashamed of you as an accomplishment. Oldest man to benifit from orthodontics? Dungeons and dragons war lord?Maybe i dont want to know....child molestation my ass.....
5. You bitch and moan about anything and everything within your TA duties. Dude...this is a job for you. you get paid. you get to go to grad school. stop whining and accept the fact that yes you are going to get emails and no, the blonde girl in the 3rd row won't sleep with you.
Ayyy, douchebag supreme.
Big haired ghandi
here is my rant:
I HATE GIRLS!! so who do i look to as friends? boys of course.
i love you all though but thats beside the point.
anyway, the girls that live down my hall are awkward and foreign. therefore i choose to spend my time in the prescence of other creatures, the business floor guys. This consists of many groups of guys: there are the DTD Frat boys and then their posers, Dylan the innocent surfer, Condom boy and his friends (by the way check out their rooms they decorated for christmas), weird but nice guy Anthony, and finally the two 6 foot 8 giants. I enjoy hanging out with all of these groups. They do funny things. Like tonight they decided to just start throwing knives at a sign, weird shit i know but fun cuz its spontaneous.
Back to my point, these guys and i have developed interesting relationships.
with the DTD boys, they are my brothers. they bully me, tackle me etc. however it has gotten to far. the name calling and insulting of how i am a guy is unacceptable and i don't know how to make them stop. i am a girl and proud of it. i dress like one. Although i dont enjoy hanging out with girls, i am still one. I have been referred to by them as "Man Jew" or don't sit next to her cuz she will butt rape her. According to condom boy, they say shit behind my back. I am now taking a vow to travel down the boys hall as little as possible and rarely ever hang out there.
Help me out when you can
Thanks
Love, peace and froyo
I HATE GIRLS!! so who do i look to as friends? boys of course.
i love you all though but thats beside the point.
anyway, the girls that live down my hall are awkward and foreign. therefore i choose to spend my time in the prescence of other creatures, the business floor guys. This consists of many groups of guys: there are the DTD Frat boys and then their posers, Dylan the innocent surfer, Condom boy and his friends (by the way check out their rooms they decorated for christmas), weird but nice guy Anthony, and finally the two 6 foot 8 giants. I enjoy hanging out with all of these groups. They do funny things. Like tonight they decided to just start throwing knives at a sign, weird shit i know but fun cuz its spontaneous.
Back to my point, these guys and i have developed interesting relationships.
with the DTD boys, they are my brothers. they bully me, tackle me etc. however it has gotten to far. the name calling and insulting of how i am a guy is unacceptable and i don't know how to make them stop. i am a girl and proud of it. i dress like one. Although i dont enjoy hanging out with girls, i am still one. I have been referred to by them as "Man Jew" or don't sit next to her cuz she will butt rape her. According to condom boy, they say shit behind my back. I am now taking a vow to travel down the boys hall as little as possible and rarely ever hang out there.
Help me out when you can
Thanks
Love, peace and froyo
Monday, November 27, 2006
Finals Brain Hits
So I think I've officially reached the point of no return in paper writing. The one problem: it is only Monday on the first week of finals week and I officially have to write like 238094238 more papers. On the bright side, I've completed 5 papers in one night. How? I don't know. My fingers kept typing, but my brain has completely shut off, and Alex has asked me three times tonight if I am on a stimulant commonly known as CRACK because I keep babbling nonsense words. I think this has to do with the combination of 4 cookies I snarfed at the house + writing 4 papers + speaking to ex boyfriend for the first time in approximately a long time. I'm pretty sure I'm babbling psychological bull to him, talking about discovering oneself and stuff like that, but at this point, as my brain has taken a vacation, i'm at peace with my bull discussion decision. This is my first blog, and I can't decide on a nickname, so its possible that I test out a few here before settling on my final glorious nickname.
Other memorable points of the evening: During deliveries today we had to announce the All-Row barbecue going on at our house on wednesday. When I talked about it at a frat house some random guy said "only if you're going to be there." Because I'm awkward I made some random guffaw noise and ran away, murmuring something about hating boys. I then made a note that I am unequivocally awkward and damn proud of it. But seriously, how do you respond to something like that? "Oh hey big boy, I'll be there just for you." Gross. There is no graceful response to a jokingly said come on. I think mine was the best choice.
-Awkwardly Tan Aristotle
Other memorable points of the evening: During deliveries today we had to announce the All-Row barbecue going on at our house on wednesday. When I talked about it at a frat house some random guy said "only if you're going to be there." Because I'm awkward I made some random guffaw noise and ran away, murmuring something about hating boys. I then made a note that I am unequivocally awkward and damn proud of it. But seriously, how do you respond to something like that? "Oh hey big boy, I'll be there just for you." Gross. There is no graceful response to a jokingly said come on. I think mine was the best choice.
-Awkwardly Tan Aristotle
MND
We didn't skip it, we RE-INVENTED it. La Cena de Lunes de la Noche. Con Queso.
So maybe they'll send us to standards, but we're just doing what we do.
We are women of action. When they build the water pipe down from Alaska, we will smash it.
We stick it to the man. And to that man who tried to steal our identities by getting our credit card numbers for "protecting the environment." Nice try, buster. We are soo onto you. You are soooo charred.
*Sun.E.*
So maybe they'll send us to standards, but we're just doing what we do.
We are women of action. When they build the water pipe down from Alaska, we will smash it.
We stick it to the man. And to that man who tried to steal our identities by getting our credit card numbers for "protecting the environment." Nice try, buster. We are soo onto you. You are soooo charred.
*Sun.E.*
dejavu...?
Here we are again.
In the Pit of Shit. The Mole Hole. The Dreary Dungeon. The Closterphobic Coop. The Crap Shack. The Giz Jet. The Hut that smells like Muts. The Jitterbox Litterbox. The Drippy Crippy.
So.Stoked. The night is young ladies, the night has yet to begun.
In the Pit of Shit. The Mole Hole. The Dreary Dungeon. The Closterphobic Coop. The Crap Shack. The Giz Jet. The Hut that smells like Muts. The Jitterbox Litterbox. The Drippy Crippy.
So.Stoked. The night is young ladies, the night has yet to begun.
Blog Bris
First, some background information.
So you know how when you are walking along a path on campus or down a hallway and there is someone walking towards you who you don't really know or you don't know if they remember you so you have to decide whether or not to say hi first or if you wait to see if they say hi to you and then when you make that decision you have to figure out the whole eye contact timing so you're not just staring at them until they're close enough to greet but so you're also not obviously awkwardly avoiding eye contact? Well sometimes that is all just too much for me, so I pretend that the sun is in my eyes and that I can't see them. Well, one day I explained this to Emily who (after explaining to me that this trick doesn't work if you are inside or if it is night time) gave me the name Sunny Eyes. I misheard her and thought that she had named me Sunny Eggs, which actually doesn't make sense, but in the context of the whole story, it pretty much sums me up.
Now onto the real point.
To officiate the dawning of the spectacular mastermind that has invaded and will soon dominate blogspot, we need to hold a naming ceremony for all of the contributors. It can be an initiation of sorts, but perhaps replacing the creepy white robes with creamy white FroYo. But first, everyone needs a name. Emily is already Big Haired Ghandi for obvious reasons (with her curly hair and striking resemblance to Ghandi when she makes her freeeaky face and her general Ghandi-ness) and I am Sunny Eggs.
Everyone else, BE NAMED!
* Sunny Eggs * (formerly known as S.A.L.L.)
So you know how when you are walking along a path on campus or down a hallway and there is someone walking towards you who you don't really know or you don't know if they remember you so you have to decide whether or not to say hi first or if you wait to see if they say hi to you and then when you make that decision you have to figure out the whole eye contact timing so you're not just staring at them until they're close enough to greet but so you're also not obviously awkwardly avoiding eye contact? Well sometimes that is all just too much for me, so I pretend that the sun is in my eyes and that I can't see them. Well, one day I explained this to Emily who (after explaining to me that this trick doesn't work if you are inside or if it is night time) gave me the name Sunny Eyes. I misheard her and thought that she had named me Sunny Eggs, which actually doesn't make sense, but in the context of the whole story, it pretty much sums me up.
Now onto the real point.
To officiate the dawning of the spectacular mastermind that has invaded and will soon dominate blogspot, we need to hold a naming ceremony for all of the contributors. It can be an initiation of sorts, but perhaps replacing the creepy white robes with creamy white FroYo. But first, everyone needs a name. Emily is already Big Haired Ghandi for obvious reasons (with her curly hair and striking resemblance to Ghandi when she makes her freeeaky face and her general Ghandi-ness) and I am Sunny Eggs.
Everyone else, BE NAMED!
* Sunny Eggs * (formerly known as S.A.L.L.)
Sunday, November 26, 2006
on aderol post talking with thomas free write didnt re read not really meant to rea just my rant.meh. i am on a serious silly about now.
pulling and pushing, it sloshes. the thoughts, the air, the convection cycle of the ideas that circulates amoung us. Its transient and dull, mysteriuos and obvious, like the air we breath, like the lashes covering the light
from entereing our eyes.
who knows? one day we'll shed. that hair. upon our lens and head towards the light and behead the king and make headway into truth and see the beauty in the hedge on the side of a beaten gravel path, hammered by the caloused hands of hidding men behind a chink in the brick back ally walls. they are there, perephrial and kneeling and shaking and cold and happy. Because they are the fallen and the only place to look is up. But they hide. from who? From you, the HE the hatted heretic guised under a cross and a blissfull,ignorant grin.The headmaster: he is us, the white of our skin, the skin on our knees, the kneading of the bead we injust, the injustice of our privilage; we are who we give thanks to; we are who we are, and, that, like a golden gaultlet of bittersweet aged wine, is theatric; for we are all playing a role behind a mask,lips puckered to the brim of fask, navigating to nowhere in a cross-eyed stupor ,room spinning and we twirl.we are washed in the woozy which mix fact and absurd into one venti egnogg blend at starbucks, allowing us to savor the smell of the roasted bean without stopping to think of the sweat of the man who hold the hand who picked the bean in the blistering sun for a penny and then collapsed; under the same shinning star under which goldens our skin on themountain of Olympus. But here we are: City of lost angeles? The city of the lost, the city of the confused, the place to sit, sit , sit and think and not stand and move and change. the city of complecency and the city of fog and haze and burns the eyes, the shaded eyes under the lashes, the lashes which mask the sun, the sun which scalds the skin and brings truth. Is there truth in the burn? is that the hearsh reality? must there be a headmaster? must homogeneity be beauty? Realize:differnce is beauty, and then, the city will move;
but for now, progression is regression, and hell is the downstairs library in a 50,000$ dormatory. Hell? Is hell in the mind or can unhapiness be in ones enviornment? The enviornment, Ravage and rape the enviornment of its nutrients, aide progression towards happiness and health and having hail turn to hamburgers and rain to roast beef and ice to imacs and tsunamis to certanty, certanty in the way things are moving. To move, to sit, to stand, to kneel and pray:whichever direction youre moving has a point, but all of the points are on the circumference of one circle, so it doesnt matter. Take a leap. Outside our circle. Into what isn't known, into the galaxy where ideas are thrown, into that space before you hit that wall. That wall when the mind can't go further, the mind that turns the blind eye towards the working cowering beneath, the wall which reminds me of my limited capabilities and the rest. the rest, the rest is a test....
... i must confess ,i need to distress, i cannot rest with this in the air: we have heirs who are no closer to anwsering these questions than me, yet their worth is dispersed to the masses during masses and in classes and mothers tell thier kids in the thrice used bath of brave men who run fast. but if you think as fast and the nuerons in the mind, then what is point of being physically divine? where is the physical translation from the strength of the brain to how much wear the body can strain? This preoccupation: my limited body, the wall of my mind;the lashes which shadow my eyes, the suns which gives erotic pleasure and sinful pain; the virture of balance and sustainibilty which is unattainable and, to me, the only thing worth seeking. I want to balance. I want to give what i have because thats what i have ,to give what i know to those who dont, and loan what i own to those who count the pennies on the ground- not for luck but for the sound of the clink they make in the wishing well, and they squeeze their eyes praying grandmother well, avioding hell on sundays by drinking the blood of a man who existed but died with his blood leaking from within to the outside, a metaphor for all of our internal sins. And i am his kin;you are his kin, but why is he unique?last time i checked crucifixtion was a repeat offense of the roman men, who set wrong into justice by annihilating sin though killing the people who embodied the bad, thus stopping the symptoms-which i admit were mad- but they still exist within all of us, for we are fouled, we are not just. we are constructed to be sheep of a shepard who resist the notion we are here alone; thus we baaa' we have a reason, we have a purpose, we have a reality, our reality, but is it a dream? you and me and i and us and her and it and pronouns alike, we share a reality, and thus shoudl be treated equally under this regime of the human experiance. Except if youre Ze- that is, if you have no gender; Except if you black like the night and the Other and the dark and lurk in the ally and under the coffin's hood, tempting the carass to come back up like jesus did.sultry african temptress: you don't share my reality. and animal, you dont share my reality you cannot reason. And tree and bush and ocean you all cannot think like i think. But sun, which lets me live and glow and rash and burn, surley you are the logical equator for which you shine upon me and the african and the deaf and the devine. you are devine, i feel in my spine, you make me grow and you make me whine, and i squirm in your heat and shiver when your gone, ebcause then it is black, and viod of the security shawl. because i feel you on my skin, you are real to me, and real to my kin. you were real to jesus, and real to the shepard, the black man, and the lepard, could not refute this idea of your omnipotence, for the sky is illuminated under your existance. all i know is that your truth is your tradition, and your relentless work, which comes routiney and in my socially constructed smirk i know that is why i find comfort in you and your stars and the bed that i wake up too; confort is in what i already know. they are points on the circle, the chart that measured my grow on the door of the powder blue laudry room. because my bodily limitations will only let me get soo high; then the wall hit, and i think i knw why. nothing special outside of the human eperiance will happen to me; i will think no thought that didnt predocess me. and in this way, plato was right; we are all carbon copies in our individual flights. the oiginal is one form in teh sky; we are shadows of eachother, and as time passes by, i see the uniquesness burning down like the ash on a cigareete and the ash on the knees of the man whose skin is so beautifull and ebony but since white is wonderful that ash disappears under the ruleof dove beauty adds and ms britney spears. so i wish, just for once, the social constructs would lessen, or i could just go, as a ghost above the stary night, not back into time or into the future, or on a cloud, niether in silence nor out loud, just released from the human i am, the bear of a body for which i tend could be left behind on this clump called eath and i would understand what i search. but i cannot not find the water if i do not know i want a well; i need to narrow the question which i am looking for. Eyelashes: curl or fall when i blink; let the sun in my eyes, so i can think. let the sun in my eyes and sweat out of my skin and i will seep myself outward instead of taking things in. because that is the ironic metaphor for which i must thrive: i live as i exhale and survive as i die; to make each moment as if i were just a thought and then my limitation will be off like a cough in the middle of winter outside in the cold, and here i am again, in this blunderous world. why help others, thats what he asked. help them for the same reason why i fast and whithold myself a potential good to remember that comodoties are shoulds and not needs, and goods can be concived in ideas rather than products and plastic; thus, good can be found in the cities, and found in the hoods, and found in china and also in milan and through the turtles eyes and bird in the pond, for in the ecosystem we all function as one, and if i am out of sync then it will tumble and crumble below. do i do because i feel responsible or do i do because it is my deuty or do i do because i like to, or do i do because i define myself by the impact i have and i have a feeling that is the most rightous ripple i can throw in teh pond. Because i want to be the best i can be, i take my highest virtues, and extend them freely, and try to do as much as can, to enact those virtues turning hard rocks into sand and hatred into grains embedded into the ground, trampeled on by feet on which virtous mind stand. To take the chiseled rock of this social contruct and run amuck with things i have thunk and spray graffitti all over its face, repainting it with a different take. is my different better or is it better to me? objectivity is starring me right in the face, or is is subjective, is there just one race, the human race, or do the colors matter, is the racism true, are the leaves of a flower, is the tradition of hate and cholorphyll one in the same and in time they are still and never wil change as hard as i try, and thats just the food chain. i need to know why why , why are these things searing my mind, why cant i jsut leave them behing and i want to find, the object, the truth, but i suppose, that is just uncooth.
big haired ghandi-on crack
from entereing our eyes.
who knows? one day we'll shed. that hair. upon our lens and head towards the light and behead the king and make headway into truth and see the beauty in the hedge on the side of a beaten gravel path, hammered by the caloused hands of hidding men behind a chink in the brick back ally walls. they are there, perephrial and kneeling and shaking and cold and happy. Because they are the fallen and the only place to look is up. But they hide. from who? From you, the HE the hatted heretic guised under a cross and a blissfull,ignorant grin.The headmaster: he is us, the white of our skin, the skin on our knees, the kneading of the bead we injust, the injustice of our privilage; we are who we give thanks to; we are who we are, and, that, like a golden gaultlet of bittersweet aged wine, is theatric; for we are all playing a role behind a mask,lips puckered to the brim of fask, navigating to nowhere in a cross-eyed stupor ,room spinning and we twirl.we are washed in the woozy which mix fact and absurd into one venti egnogg blend at starbucks, allowing us to savor the smell of the roasted bean without stopping to think of the sweat of the man who hold the hand who picked the bean in the blistering sun for a penny and then collapsed; under the same shinning star under which goldens our skin on themountain of Olympus. But here we are: City of lost angeles? The city of the lost, the city of the confused, the place to sit, sit , sit and think and not stand and move and change. the city of complecency and the city of fog and haze and burns the eyes, the shaded eyes under the lashes, the lashes which mask the sun, the sun which scalds the skin and brings truth. Is there truth in the burn? is that the hearsh reality? must there be a headmaster? must homogeneity be beauty? Realize:differnce is beauty, and then, the city will move;
but for now, progression is regression, and hell is the downstairs library in a 50,000$ dormatory. Hell? Is hell in the mind or can unhapiness be in ones enviornment? The enviornment, Ravage and rape the enviornment of its nutrients, aide progression towards happiness and health and having hail turn to hamburgers and rain to roast beef and ice to imacs and tsunamis to certanty, certanty in the way things are moving. To move, to sit, to stand, to kneel and pray:whichever direction youre moving has a point, but all of the points are on the circumference of one circle, so it doesnt matter. Take a leap. Outside our circle. Into what isn't known, into the galaxy where ideas are thrown, into that space before you hit that wall. That wall when the mind can't go further, the mind that turns the blind eye towards the working cowering beneath, the wall which reminds me of my limited capabilities and the rest. the rest, the rest is a test....
... i must confess ,i need to distress, i cannot rest with this in the air: we have heirs who are no closer to anwsering these questions than me, yet their worth is dispersed to the masses during masses and in classes and mothers tell thier kids in the thrice used bath of brave men who run fast. but if you think as fast and the nuerons in the mind, then what is point of being physically divine? where is the physical translation from the strength of the brain to how much wear the body can strain? This preoccupation: my limited body, the wall of my mind;the lashes which shadow my eyes, the suns which gives erotic pleasure and sinful pain; the virture of balance and sustainibilty which is unattainable and, to me, the only thing worth seeking. I want to balance. I want to give what i have because thats what i have ,to give what i know to those who dont, and loan what i own to those who count the pennies on the ground- not for luck but for the sound of the clink they make in the wishing well, and they squeeze their eyes praying grandmother well, avioding hell on sundays by drinking the blood of a man who existed but died with his blood leaking from within to the outside, a metaphor for all of our internal sins. And i am his kin;you are his kin, but why is he unique?last time i checked crucifixtion was a repeat offense of the roman men, who set wrong into justice by annihilating sin though killing the people who embodied the bad, thus stopping the symptoms-which i admit were mad- but they still exist within all of us, for we are fouled, we are not just. we are constructed to be sheep of a shepard who resist the notion we are here alone; thus we baaa' we have a reason, we have a purpose, we have a reality, our reality, but is it a dream? you and me and i and us and her and it and pronouns alike, we share a reality, and thus shoudl be treated equally under this regime of the human experiance. Except if youre Ze- that is, if you have no gender; Except if you black like the night and the Other and the dark and lurk in the ally and under the coffin's hood, tempting the carass to come back up like jesus did.sultry african temptress: you don't share my reality. and animal, you dont share my reality you cannot reason. And tree and bush and ocean you all cannot think like i think. But sun, which lets me live and glow and rash and burn, surley you are the logical equator for which you shine upon me and the african and the deaf and the devine. you are devine, i feel in my spine, you make me grow and you make me whine, and i squirm in your heat and shiver when your gone, ebcause then it is black, and viod of the security shawl. because i feel you on my skin, you are real to me, and real to my kin. you were real to jesus, and real to the shepard, the black man, and the lepard, could not refute this idea of your omnipotence, for the sky is illuminated under your existance. all i know is that your truth is your tradition, and your relentless work, which comes routiney and in my socially constructed smirk i know that is why i find comfort in you and your stars and the bed that i wake up too; confort is in what i already know. they are points on the circle, the chart that measured my grow on the door of the powder blue laudry room. because my bodily limitations will only let me get soo high; then the wall hit, and i think i knw why. nothing special outside of the human eperiance will happen to me; i will think no thought that didnt predocess me. and in this way, plato was right; we are all carbon copies in our individual flights. the oiginal is one form in teh sky; we are shadows of eachother, and as time passes by, i see the uniquesness burning down like the ash on a cigareete and the ash on the knees of the man whose skin is so beautifull and ebony but since white is wonderful that ash disappears under the ruleof dove beauty adds and ms britney spears. so i wish, just for once, the social constructs would lessen, or i could just go, as a ghost above the stary night, not back into time or into the future, or on a cloud, niether in silence nor out loud, just released from the human i am, the bear of a body for which i tend could be left behind on this clump called eath and i would understand what i search. but i cannot not find the water if i do not know i want a well; i need to narrow the question which i am looking for. Eyelashes: curl or fall when i blink; let the sun in my eyes, so i can think. let the sun in my eyes and sweat out of my skin and i will seep myself outward instead of taking things in. because that is the ironic metaphor for which i must thrive: i live as i exhale and survive as i die; to make each moment as if i were just a thought and then my limitation will be off like a cough in the middle of winter outside in the cold, and here i am again, in this blunderous world. why help others, thats what he asked. help them for the same reason why i fast and whithold myself a potential good to remember that comodoties are shoulds and not needs, and goods can be concived in ideas rather than products and plastic; thus, good can be found in the cities, and found in the hoods, and found in china and also in milan and through the turtles eyes and bird in the pond, for in the ecosystem we all function as one, and if i am out of sync then it will tumble and crumble below. do i do because i feel responsible or do i do because it is my deuty or do i do because i like to, or do i do because i define myself by the impact i have and i have a feeling that is the most rightous ripple i can throw in teh pond. Because i want to be the best i can be, i take my highest virtues, and extend them freely, and try to do as much as can, to enact those virtues turning hard rocks into sand and hatred into grains embedded into the ground, trampeled on by feet on which virtous mind stand. To take the chiseled rock of this social contruct and run amuck with things i have thunk and spray graffitti all over its face, repainting it with a different take. is my different better or is it better to me? objectivity is starring me right in the face, or is is subjective, is there just one race, the human race, or do the colors matter, is the racism true, are the leaves of a flower, is the tradition of hate and cholorphyll one in the same and in time they are still and never wil change as hard as i try, and thats just the food chain. i need to know why why , why are these things searing my mind, why cant i jsut leave them behing and i want to find, the object, the truth, but i suppose, that is just uncooth.
big haired ghandi-on crack
absurd
Eating studying debating.
We're in hell.
Hell is delicious.
Sarah lerman got sent to standards for having sex on the dance floor.
no, that was portner.
wheres the lubs?
its on the floor.
Its sugar free so portner can have it. shes diabetic.
sarahs dropping. Sosority...we already had the pills.
intheory there is nothing holding
holding
holding her there.
busy.skip.supposed.obligation.
freedom.fun....fruitloops.FIRESIDE.
brice. I just dont like girls.
I don't know. i dont know where id live next year.
Live with safety?
JP has a very nice house.
I dont have an opinion. Have and opinon? I do. Sarah-stay. Sarah dont leae. dreaming means.
Dreaming means...dreaming Means. It means not caring about the destination and just doing. it means remembering the past but forgetting it at once, and diving. Deep. and Question and live and breathe and sweat and cry and yelp and scream and smile and leap and leap and leap and question once more. And feel
feeling makes it worth it. Does it make you feel? Stay sarah.
We're in hell.
Hell is delicious.
Sarah lerman got sent to standards for having sex on the dance floor.
no, that was portner.
wheres the lubs?
its on the floor.
Its sugar free so portner can have it. shes diabetic.
sarahs dropping. Sosority...we already had the pills.
intheory there is nothing holding
holding
holding her there.
busy.skip.supposed.obligation.
freedom.fun....fruitloops.FIRESIDE.
brice. I just dont like girls.
I don't know. i dont know where id live next year.
Live with safety?
JP has a very nice house.
I dont have an opinion. Have and opinon? I do. Sarah-stay. Sarah dont leae. dreaming means.
Dreaming means...dreaming Means. It means not caring about the destination and just doing. it means remembering the past but forgetting it at once, and diving. Deep. and Question and live and breathe and sweat and cry and yelp and scream and smile and leap and leap and leap and question once more. And feel
feeling makes it worth it. Does it make you feel? Stay sarah.
John Tucker Must Die
We were all in the shit pit that is Lerman's dorm wanting to watch the movie. we spent a half an hour trying to figure out how to watch the movie and then ultimatley decided to watch it on Lerman's computer. The best part about this night is when the line came up in the movie that would become our new slogan. "SLUT IN TRUCK" will live on forever. Osias and I watched the movie just to get to that point in the movie and then we replayed the scene and then stopped watching the movie. i needed to get cheered up and it was the best way to do it. JOHN TUCKER MUST DIE is an amazing movie and i know that i have watched it like so many times that i can't even remember. "SLUT IN TRUCK" will always be our line and is the epitome of everything that we are about. it is funny and also completley random and we all know that we want to be the slut in the truck at one point in our lives so that we can scream "SLUT IN TRUCK".
~ALEX (I DON'T HAVE A COOL NICKNAME)
~ALEX (I DON'T HAVE A COOL NICKNAME)
Epiphany @ EVK
As usual, I was double fisting two fro-yo's when the genius struck:
This blog should be comunal.
I think i was born without a memory. (i.e. i remember feeling emotions black out the details of what hapened to make me feel excited/happy/ANGRY/sad/etc) My friends have good memories. Using all of our minds together to write about the trials and tribulations of our sad, amazing lives=the ultimate blog....THE ULTIMATE!!!!
Soo here it is. If you want to post something,anything,a little thing, a big thing, a funny thing, an akward thing, a sneaky thing or a mysterious thing, this is your space to do it.
(If this was Captain Planet, we would all put our rings in now...)
At the end of the entries I write, i'm going to sign my code name: Big Haired Ghandi.
Pick your own alias's if you wish.
This adress is www.bighairedghandi.blogspot.com
The login info is:
username- zurow@usc.edu
password- zurow1
HAVE FUNNNNN!
This blog should be comunal.
I think i was born without a memory. (i.e. i remember feeling emotions black out the details of what hapened to make me feel excited/happy/ANGRY/sad/etc) My friends have good memories. Using all of our minds together to write about the trials and tribulations of our sad, amazing lives=the ultimate blog....THE ULTIMATE!!!!
Soo here it is. If you want to post something,anything,a little thing, a big thing, a funny thing, an akward thing, a sneaky thing or a mysterious thing, this is your space to do it.
(If this was Captain Planet, we would all put our rings in now...)
At the end of the entries I write, i'm going to sign my code name: Big Haired Ghandi.
Pick your own alias's if you wish.
This adress is www.bighairedghandi.blogspot.com
The login info is:
username- zurow@usc.edu
password- zurow1
HAVE FUNNNNN!
Monday, November 20, 2006
University of Sacreligous Cats
Some stories are meant to be told.
America, i have done you a disservice by hoarding these golden misadventures to myself.
America, i have done you a disservice by hoarding these golden misadventures to myself.
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