“I have to admit, though, he’s a great debater, and he looks pretty doggone confident, like he’s sure he’s going to win,’’ Ms. Palin, 44, said of Mr. Biden, 65. “But then again, this is the same Senator Biden who said the other day that University of Delaware would trounce the Ohio State Buckeyes. Wrong!”
- New York Times, Sept. 29, 2008
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Welcome home to Crazyland
I'm back on U.S. soil again, where anybody - and I mean anybody - can run for vice-president, even this kooky bird:
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Saturday, September 13, 2008
Thoughts for the Week
1. London
2. London
3. London
4.Work London
5. London
6. London
...you might say I have somewhat of a one-track mind these days....
2. London
3. London
4.
5. London
6. London
...you might say I have somewhat of a one-track mind these days....
Monday, September 08, 2008
sadly, this is not a joke
This is the breaking news headline that I was greeted with on Yahoo this morning, mixed in amongst other top headlining stories about Maasai warrior hairdressers in Kenya and algae-dyed polar bears in Japan:
Eyes turn to Sarah Palin's glasses from Japanese designer Kazuo Kawasaki
May I please take a moment to remind the headless masses that this is a woman who may become the next VICE-PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES (and yes, this means she would also be next in line to be president when Grandpa McCain kicks the bucket) and we're discussing her eyeglasses?? Who fucking cares where she got her glasses?! WHO THE HELL IS THIS WOMAN?? This is a woman whose existence went relatively unnoticed by the rest of the country until she supported the proposal to build a $398 million bridge to an island of 50 people and an airport, aka a "bridge to nowhere" (she later rejected the proposal after the state of Alaska was ridiculed for being full of morons).
She's the governor of a state nobody wants to live in anyway, she probably couldn't locate Iran on a map, and she's not talking to the media (although she did get rejected by Oprah - go O!), so apparently the best they can come up with is what kind of a fashion statement she's making. The media in this country infuriates me to no end.
So, anyway - Did you all see what Cindy McCain was wearing to the RNC? Ghastly!
Eyes turn to Sarah Palin's glasses from Japanese designer Kazuo Kawasaki
May I please take a moment to remind the headless masses that this is a woman who may become the next VICE-PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES (and yes, this means she would also be next in line to be president when Grandpa McCain kicks the bucket) and we're discussing her eyeglasses?? Who fucking cares where she got her glasses?! WHO THE HELL IS THIS WOMAN?? This is a woman whose existence went relatively unnoticed by the rest of the country until she supported the proposal to build a $398 million bridge to an island of 50 people and an airport, aka a "bridge to nowhere" (she later rejected the proposal after the state of Alaska was ridiculed for being full of morons).
She's the governor of a state nobody wants to live in anyway, she probably couldn't locate Iran on a map, and she's not talking to the media (although she did get rejected by Oprah - go O!), so apparently the best they can come up with is what kind of a fashion statement she's making. The media in this country infuriates me to no end.
So, anyway - Did you all see what Cindy McCain was wearing to the RNC? Ghastly!
Sunday, September 07, 2008
New and Less So Mix
This is my new favorite thing and you can expect to see more of it coming your way....
oh my head
I woke up this morning with this feeling of gripping dread. Maybe it was because it was 5am, and it's become painfully clear that even on the weekends, after days of perpetual sleep deprivation, it's still impossible for me to get a full night of restful sleep (note: my definition of "restful" is something between 8-10 hours of deep, uninterrupted sleep - an apparently impossible feat). When my internal alarm clock doesn't go off on its own, there's always my fail-safe back-up - the nutjob upstairs who has remarkably succeeded in being both the smallest and loudest person on the planet. I think someone may need to explain to her that closing a door does not require thrusting your entire body weight against it. Also, do the front steps NEED to be sprayed with a hose every single morning at 6am? Really?
Maybe this sense of dread this morning came because as I blinked my eyes open, I initially thought it was Monday, which would mean my two days of pretending responsibility does not exist has officially ended and it's back to turbo mode, which feels a bit like falling through the air with a steel anvil strapped to your back.
Maybe it's also that I'm admittedly more than a little troubled by the direction my country is headed in, and if I really overthink it, my planet, for that matter. It's enough to make me - ME! - contemplate praying, just because I think we can use all the help we can get. (The prayer would start out something like this: "Hi, God? Remember me? It's Amanda. Can we just let bygones be bygones and say for a minute that I have a legitimate favor to ask...?") Honestly, I think if you aren't at least a little terrified, you're not paying attention. I'm holding my breath for the next 8 weeks or so, and just hoping for the best. I don't know what else to do but hope, really. My own father, classic conservative that he's always been, suggested the other day that I join the Obama campaign. That's gotta tell ya somethin.
Maybe it's just a combination of all this, along with the unmentionables, which fall into the category of "Stuff I Don't Write About in My Blog", i.e. specifics about messy topics like romantic relationships, exes, etc. If the fate of the world isn't scary enough, then all I have to do is dig into the unmentionables bag, and I'll find all sorts of goodies to set me well on my way to Crazyville.
These are the dark alleyways my brain takes me down when it's torturing me, which is often, and inevitable at wee small hours of the morning.
I think I'll work on making a mix for my darling Kirk, who is here visiting now and is still, after 8 years of knowing him, one of my favorite reminders that all is not lost and life is still good.
Vote Obama 08 for the love of God and the rest of you Non-Americans who can't vote, PRAY (you can use my sample intro to a prayer above as a template).
Maybe this sense of dread this morning came because as I blinked my eyes open, I initially thought it was Monday, which would mean my two days of pretending responsibility does not exist has officially ended and it's back to turbo mode, which feels a bit like falling through the air with a steel anvil strapped to your back.
Maybe it's also that I'm admittedly more than a little troubled by the direction my country is headed in, and if I really overthink it, my planet, for that matter. It's enough to make me - ME! - contemplate praying, just because I think we can use all the help we can get. (The prayer would start out something like this: "Hi, God? Remember me? It's Amanda. Can we just let bygones be bygones and say for a minute that I have a legitimate favor to ask...?") Honestly, I think if you aren't at least a little terrified, you're not paying attention. I'm holding my breath for the next 8 weeks or so, and just hoping for the best. I don't know what else to do but hope, really. My own father, classic conservative that he's always been, suggested the other day that I join the Obama campaign. That's gotta tell ya somethin.
Maybe it's just a combination of all this, along with the unmentionables, which fall into the category of "Stuff I Don't Write About in My Blog", i.e. specifics about messy topics like romantic relationships, exes, etc. If the fate of the world isn't scary enough, then all I have to do is dig into the unmentionables bag, and I'll find all sorts of goodies to set me well on my way to Crazyville.
These are the dark alleyways my brain takes me down when it's torturing me, which is often, and inevitable at wee small hours of the morning.
I think I'll work on making a mix for my darling Kirk, who is here visiting now and is still, after 8 years of knowing him, one of my favorite reminders that all is not lost and life is still good.
Vote Obama 08 for the love of God and the rest of you Non-Americans who can't vote, PRAY (you can use my sample intro to a prayer above as a template).