• Boney M: it's about the rich lyric content: "Shes crazy like a fool, What about it daddy cool, Daddy, daddy cooool, Daddy, daddy coooool!"
• Cheezies: Reportedly, they are Canada's favorite snack food. I like the way they melt in your mouth and the way the bright orange dye stains your fingers. Fabulously there is also a band called the Cheezies.
  
• Doctor Who: I know that liking Doctor Who makes me a complete dork or at least nerdy, but I don't care. "EX-TER-MI-NATE!" (And if you get that you too are a dork.)
  
• Foie Gras: because it's just wrong. I avoid proxomity, since it is also delicious.
• Hot Dogs: boiled, on a soft white hot dog bun with sour mustard, maybe some onions and some relish
• Sesame Street: It's a toss up between the yip-yips, cookie monster and snuffy. I love them also. Oh ya... and the count too. (But I don't like elmo, he's after my time.)
  
• Veal: this is in the same category as foie gras. Something delicious but wrong since most of them are allowed to life in hutches or stalls. Not much of a life.
  
• w00t: yes, I am charmed by this new word. I haven't used it yet, but I like it. (Check out the list of synonyms in the wikipedia entry. :P)
  

Labels: a little bit of blah blah, not that you care but...

You are the moment when the last bell rings and school lets out for the day. You are resistant to schedules and obligations, so you love feeling like you're in control of your life again. You are the very moment when the second hand hits the 12, and the halls fill with noise and motion. Even if your after-school time is packed with activities, lessons, or a job, somehow, you just feel freer in the late afternoon than you do earlier in the day. Maybe it's all that blue sky and afternoon sunshine? Nah -- even on rainy days, 3:15 is always a beautiful time.

Labels: a little bit of blah blah, i'm tired and uncreative at this very second but at least it is a blog entry

"Cloud nines are airborne habitats first proposed by Buckminster Fuller. Fuller proposed that giant geodesic spheres might be made to levitate by heating the air inside.

Geodesic spheres (structures of triangular components arranged to make a sphere) become stronger as they become bigger, due to how they distribute stress over their surfaces. Because of this, they may be imagined on colossal scales.

As a sphere gets bigger, the volume it encloses grows much faster than the volume of the enclosing structure itself. Fuller suggested that the mass of a mile-wide geodesic sphere would be negligible compared to the mass of the air trapped within it. He suggested that if the air inside such a sphere were heated even by one degree higher than the ambient temperature of its surroundings, the sphere could become airborne. He calculated that such a balloon could lift a considerable mass, and hence that 'mini-cities' or airborne towns of thousands of people could be built in this way. These 'cloud nines' could be tethered, or free-floating, or perhaps maneuverable so that they could 'migrate' in response to climatic and environmental conditions."

-text from wikipedia

Labels: a little bit of blah blah, delightful, if i had a band i'd call it that, wikipedia

There's a ground-floor apartment close by that has fantastically gaudy lawn ornaments on the small two-foot wide strip of garden that runs along the building. Flamingos, spinning red and green fans, and leering garden gnomes keep each other company alongside fake flowers "planted" in the garden.
Shining white Christmas lights are strung loosely from all of the windows, and they remain there the whole year. Lit every night. Everything else in the street is grey and brown. And I smile every time I pass it.

It's kinda beautiful-ugly-vulnerable-bold in its garishness.

It reminds me of the early personal websites with their winking cherubs, cringe-worthy midi files and wildly coloured backgrounds with illegible red and green text. Somehow despite the dubious (a personal judgement) quality of their web design and my limited appreciation for "Uncle Art's collection of mold, fungus, and spores," it is pretty cool that Uncle Art taught himself how to to create a page. (Uncle Art is 72. He is arthritic and types with the index finger of his left hand, his knuckles gnarled. He was a biologist and teacher for many years. He has a story to tell.)

(I just have to mention this, cause there is someone out there who has a collection of "old pictures" of Jesus. I wasn't quite sure what to make of this. I thought that maybe they were joking, but they were very serious and earnest in quite a sweet way. I wonder if they have the shroud yet. Maybe that doesn't classify as a picture?)

Or the chain of signatures spraypainted along the walls of the Amsterdam metro in the dark tunnels where the trains whiz by, people leave their mark in complex artistic or simple scrawling graffiti. I wonder when they do it, since I look for them but have never seen anyone there. Maybe they do it after the metro stops running for the night. They're pretty brave really, there in the dark. I feel sorry for the guys who seem to run out of paint or get caught, since what is left is a half filled in bubble letter at the very end of a word, just short of complete. The disappointment.

Somehow, I've suddenly started to see all of these things as something really fantastic. It's a surprising enlightenment.

Labels: a little bit of blah blah, beauty in unexpected places, being alive, interpreting and reinterpreting