While watching Men's figure skating...

Lady Gaga should design a figure skating outfit.

Musaakk

Is it bad that my favorite station (so far) on FuturePerfect is called "Twee-Pop"?

Thoughts on my thought

In response to my previous post, my answer would be YES. If hipsters discredited all other types of music except for their "hip" stuff (regardless of how good or bad it is), then they wouldn't be called hipsters. They'd just be called "snobs".

Just a thought...

Is it possible to be a hipster when you still like tween music?

I have free time?

Whaaat? Yes I know, this is new for me too, or at least considering how my life has been since school restarted. So of course, instead of using this time to do homework, and other such productive things, I figured to post here to delight all the 3 people who read my blog, including myself. Thats a little sad. Well, Katie and Molly, enjoy this.

Eating at commons makes me realize how much I want to cook my own food. Although, I did have some yummy indian inspired fish and beans for lunch, but they were both dry. Damn cooking in bulk. But then I had a spicy spicy summer roll afterward so it was all good. Then of course my sister was talking about how she is making thai green curry for dinner and now i am hungry again. Why, oh why do I have so many conversations around food? I think I just need to go to cooking school and get it over with.

So now for music shtuffs. I have been listening to this song over and over ever since I saw An Education. If you haven't seen it, go see it. It is so good. The music, the fashions, the parisiennes, everything.

"Smoke Without Fire" - Duffy

Also, to wrap up this post I just wanted to share the crazy wit that is my sister. When talking about the new title of my blog, she began to come up with alternatives...

This is what she wrote me:

"You can write about non-jews--> "goy america"... or men... "boy america"... or fun things... "toy america"

going to war.. "deploy america"

asain food

"bok choy america"

people bugging you

"annoy america"

ancient greek wars

"troy america"

debbie downers

"killjoy america"

stupidity

"doy america"

(I realize that one is pushing it a little)

milk-substitute

"soy america"

czech greetings

"ahoj america"

slightly flirtatious evasiveness

"coy america"

fake-outs

"decoy america"

land of blagojevich

"illinois america"

having fun

"enjoy america"

feeling violent

"destroy america"

happiness

"joy america""

diversion

"ploy america" (this one was mine)

And there you have it. I love her.

I feel like I should end each post with an oy america comment? No? Yes? Maybe? Well I think the previous conversation sort of covers it. But I will leave you with this image.

This is Stephen Colbert's proposed poster for the 2010 Winter Olympics:

Well hello there...

Welcome to my blog!

This will pretty much be a mishmash or random discoveries or short-term (or long-term) obsessions of mine. Sort of an ode to everything I like, I guess. Maybe like a quasi-journal thing? I don't really know, I just want to blog.

I guess I'll just start out with a couple of things.

Today I was looking for a short, 3-4 line poem for a project and I stumbled over a wonderful poet (with the help of my sister). His name is William Carlos Williams and his language is so full of shape and texture, it is beautiful. Here is his poem called "A Love Song"

What have I to say to you
When we shall meet?
Yet—
I lie here thinking of you.

The stain of love
Is upon the world.
Yellow, yellow, yellow,
It eats into the leaves,
Smears with saffron
The horned branches that lean
Heavily
Against a smooth purple sky.

There is no light—
Only a honey-thick stain
That drips from leaf to leaf
And limb to limb
Spoiling the colours
Of the whole world.

I am alone.
The weight of love
Has buoyed me up
Till my head
Knocks against the sky.

See me!
My hair is dripping with nectar—
Starlings carry it
On their black wings.
See, at last
My arms and my hands
Are lying idle.

How can I tell
If I shall ever love you again
As I do now?

And of course, I then went on to explore the poetry of Ogden Nash, a wonderful, yet vastly different poet than Williams. The poem that I found that I enjoy is called, simply, "Celery"

Celery, raw
Develops the jaw,
But celery, stewed,
Is more quietly chewed.

And with that thought, I end my post.


P.S. I am watching The Colbert Report and he is talking about the "first male prostitute to legally sell sex in the USA." The prostitute in question (named Marcus Beston) is comparing himself to Rosa Parks and Ghandhi.


Oy America...