Thursday, January 25, 2007

So, the best music video ever was Janet Jackson's "If," the original one that's nowhere to be found, where there was actual hot Chinese whoring going on, before they edited it down to what you see today. But the second best music video ever might be this one.

Also for your viewing pleasure, I present Anjelah Johnson:

I'm sick, and tired. We all are. The Bug, Mister Aran, Grandpa Aran, and I. The Bug whines and cries with his fingers in his mouth or ears, so I'm assuming sore throat. I hate his doctor, but it looks like I'll have to call them.

Today at the bagel place I was enjoying my snit, wallowing in it, and I thought of all the people who have it much worse. I went in my head to the women under Taliban rule but I couldn't connect enough, so I just thought about Celeste, because her bright attitude is always such a good example for me. Then I decided to be happier, dammit. But I gave myself a few more minutes of emo while waiting for my tuna sandwich, because it's so fun to feel sorry for myself.

Friday, January 19, 2007

The Snake River Conspiracy album Sonic Jihad is one of those perfect albums. I can think of a very few others. Every song is distinct and individual and awesome. I highly recommend it. I have been listening to it for three days nonstop.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Just your good old-fashioned rockout.

Come back, female rock stars!

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Sometimes I read to escape, but it still has to be good. If it isn't better than what I can do, it isn't escaping.

Sometimes I read to connect. That's nonfiction. I had a big blogger period, where I couldn't get through a day without clicking on about twenty blogs. I read a book published by the Salon people about whether or not to have babies, right after I'd had one. That time right after the baby's born is lonesome. And I read a book about Genghis Khan because he's my hero.

Now I'm reading so I don't look like an idiot. I bought a book full of "intellectual devotionals," one-page explanations of all kinds of stuff in tiny type and small words so I can understand it. One thing I hate about myself is how uneducated I am. So I love this book. I try not to think of it as McEducation. I think of it as a jumping-off point.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

I write in a little book with graph paper in it.