I forgot I had this in my queue of things I might blog about. Very funny and astute. From Matt Madden’s blog, Moomin and Lost: the revelation.
However, Lost is now on season four (I only watch because it is filmed in Hawaii…), and there has been an incident where a helicopter(!) has left the island and completely disappeared! Crash landed? We don’t know. Presumably the characters are not dead.
I’m not ready to make more Moomin-Lost connections but if anyone wants to go ahead and do so, I’m all ears.
I’m filled with sadness. Don’t even have words. Actually I do, but none of them are the right ones.
How someone with such a lust for life is there one night and gone the next is just…. fucked up. Suddenly reality is too heavy to carry. It’s all I can do to stay distracted. I shift awkwardly under the weight of the emptiness.
Remember partying that one night in some really nice hotel? (yeah I forget which one) I opened the door from the gold-fixtured bathroom after puking my guts out and you looked at me, smiling in that rascal way, gently taking in my sick, pale face and swollen eyes. I can see your shining self and hear your voice (did you touch my shoulder?) you said, “Ohhh, Jeela” and I knew without a doubt, that I was a hot mess. Haha. You know I was.
But I always felt too, how you were looking out. You charismatic fool. That hotel night is like my worst best memory; I don’t even know why I chose it at this moment. It’s just there. Little snippets of our time together stand out right now. None of it is right. Jokes pop into my mind, I’m sorry: they make me laugh, and I hear you laughing! With me, at me, doesn’t matter, just laughing. Party, hike, BBQ, wedding. You made every life event MORE. Is that what got you in the end, my friend? Wanting more?
I regret not coming to see you when you were sick, not because you needed me, but because I love you. You are truly a bright spirit that hasn’t stopped burning. I expect the party to be raging when I get there.
From the comments in an on Stuff White People Like (a hilarious site whose authors need to stop stalking me!) I happened upon a gaggle of DC bloggers who made me feel fat and provincial.
Finnish - I used to call my Finnish girl “finn-skinned”. She almost cried. The upside is that a Finn chick is a naif in the art of head games, so you’ll never have to deal with her flirting with other guys in a bar just to make you jealous. Finns are introverted. … A Finn girl’s introversion hides a surprising strength of character. She won’t tolerate her man walking all over her. Fiercely loyal and commitment-oriented, Finns make fantastic girlfriends. More than other women, Finns appreciate small gestures like spontaneously buying her a rocket pop from an ice cream truck. Finn girls smell fantastic and look ten years younger than their age.
…I’m not really down with this whole anonymous bad-mouthing of the opposite sex. (I’m not anonymous for one thing.) But that site led me to a whole bunch of other blogs that got me thinking about why assholes are interesting. (Ew.) A thought I quickly banished with pop cultural tripe and life-stuff.
Says one of the University of Hawai’i researchers who captured this footage: "It’s not the biggest shark ever seen, nor is it a new species. It captures a moment when an experienced pro meets that kid he was when he started out so many years ago."
This is my favorite political propaganda, ever. It brought a tear to my eye the first two four times I watched it.
I wanted to post this on QuadMag, but we are having a serious database problem over there that has crippled the site. Booo. But there was an impassioned supporter of Ron Paul in the forums, to whom I would like to say: for all his ideas and genuine system-shaking-up, Ron Paul could never be as cool as Barack Obama. I think this video proves that hehe.
Apparently there is some background on the video at dipdive.com, but their servers seem to be overwhelmed right now. Text of the speech/lyrics follows.
