What it feels like for (this) girl

I am eleven or twelve or thirteen in the fitting room at The Gap. I barely fit in to a women’s size 16. I ask my mother where I am going to buy jeans once I exceed the sizes at Gap. My mother is a good mother and she doesn’t know what to say. Really, there is no consoling a fat girl. I probably cried. I cried then and seemingly a million times before because I knew I wasn’t pretty. At eleven or twelve or thirteen, I hung a photo of a woman with a “hot body” that I cut from one of my teen magazines, manuals for how to be a good woman. This woman had flat abdominals and tanned skin. This woman attracted men because she was beautiful. This woman was a woman while I was merely a girl.
In my preteen journal I wrote, Loose 30 pounds, next to doodles of hearts and stars, I assume. I considered hanging this, my demand of myself, on my mirror, next to the magazine photo of the beautiful vacant woman. But I did not want my parents, or anyone, to see it. I tore out my declarative scribbles and placed it in my underwear drawer next to some lip gloss purchased at CVS.

Ding-Dong.

In a new series entitled 'Ding-Dong', I will post photos of good-lookin' men-folk. You might ask yourself, in what way is this constructive to the Revolution? Whelp, it's not. However, the revolution supports community, sharing, etc. and these bros are too sexay not to share.

To catapult this series, we start with Ryan Gosling. The brooding Mr. Gosling was in that movie The Spiral Composition Book and Half Nelson...talk about heroin chic! According to IMDB, the Gosling Goose is set to appear in All Good Things in 2009.

Love in the time of SWINE!

This sweet photograph reminds me that love will conquer the piggy flu!:


Even if we have to wear protective suits and those masks (made popular in the days of SARS), we can still make-out with our partners and have a nice time before the fear-mongering kills or exhausts us all.
Enjoy your life...until you die a slow and excruciating death by the swine flu disease thing of 2k9.

Take Time

Check this video from the intelligent and sensitive experimental duo The Books for a mind/life altering experience similar to that of witnessing childbirth or climing a really really high mountain.

Happy Birthday Elissa Kathryn!

Spring is nature's way of saying, "Let's party!"
Robin Williams

R.I.P., Personal Computing

Today, I flushed a lot of monies down the toilet and mourned the loss of technologies. My computer just up and broke I am no longer an owner of a personal computer (I think they call it a “PC”) which puts me in a league of 3-year olds and the peoples of the developing world.

I took two trips and spend roughly100 hours at my university’s “computer depot.” It’s difficult to feel human when you realize how much we depend on machines that don’t love us back and that will just break. It’s hard to stay sane watching your beloved files being transferred to a sad, little, expensive external hard drive while a tech brah next to you listens to Widespread Panic on his moe. Pandora radio station.

As I walked home with a $1,000 hunk of metal and plastic in my bag, the world was still breathing and I still had all my appendages. The world keeps spinning: spring is coming alive around us and consumers continue to buy technology that will ultimately fail.

I’ll miss the convenience and making playlists. Alas, I was tiring of the mega blogs that I waste so much time on. The sun is shining and I desperately need a tan, not an extra special glimpse into the life of blog commenters.


I don’t know if a new computer is in my future which is to say, my blogging will take a hit. Dry your eyes; we’ll be okay.

And friends of the interwebs, don’t buy a Dell.

april showers.

A photographic ode to April, the greatest month in the Georgian calender.

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local celebrity

Study abroad with this (alt) broad (@ minute 3:40)

Fleetwood Tuesday

Another rainy day in the Green Mountains and the only cure is the Mac:



Rhiannon, 1976

Hotties of the Recession, Part Deux

Another Monday and the economy continues to spiral into oblivion and 50% off DVDs at Circuit City (Paul Blart: Mall Cop, anyone?). The silver lining of all this economic doomsday is Caleb Moore and Kyle Sevens, this week's Hotties of the Recession.

Caleb and Kyle live in Baltimore, the Philadelphia of Maryland, and are currently unemployed. Caleb was laid off from a position as a graphic designer (oooh!) and Kyle was laid off from his job as a woodwright's apprentice (huh?).

Pictured with their intricately placed owl lamp* and guitar, these dudes look sad. Sure, they have a very nice apartment, but poor Kyle admits to having taken walks to the ATM even when he didn't need cash. Caleb, with the decidedly cooler name and interesting glasses, has been taking his unemployment in stride; he is setting up a recording studio in their apartment because he's in a band, naturally. But don't cry for Kyle!: he's teaching himself to silkscreen.

Surely, Caleb and Kyle's interesting alternative hobbies will be enough to get these dudes laid for the remainder of the recession.

*This "hip" owl lamp was mostly likely purchased for $39.95 at Urban Outfitters. In these economic times, Caleb and Kyle will need to learn to be more thrifty. Also, boys, lamps go on tables, not the floor.


Faces of the Recession

Friends of the interwebs

This blogger might be my blogging soul mate and her blog, my internet Graceland:

Cute and Cuter

Puppies! Babies! Beards! (Lay off the cats. They are Stupid and Stupider)

The C-bomb

From Jezebel.com:

"Personally, I revel in vulgarity. I love the word "cunt" for its abruptness, its harsh syllable, its ability to shock nearly everyone. I don't say it to reclaim anything, really, either, because I appreciate its base nature, its harshness, its cruelty. I would rather be a cunt than a pussy (and certainly either than be a dick); I have a cunt, not a twat; I prefer being cunty to being bitchy because I feel like cuntiness is more deliberately mean. I like that "cunt" is worse than "fuck" on the scale of things you can't say in front of your mom. I feel I would rather my anatomy be the worst insult than a lesser insult, Because I'm competitive like that and because it's seemingly all based around the fear and mystery surrounding the female anatomy (and not just a little jealousy). But I also love the idea that it could be the greatest compliment, because having a cunt is pretty awesome."