I love when “very problematic situations” involve not being able to find a proper Farsi or Spanish equivalent to the iconic “Shake n’ Bake.” J’adore absurd translation assignments and my professor.
too much wine.
this always happens when you come over. i’m supposed to be visiting my mother.
wine is not an appropriate substitute for coke zero.
every tuesday and thursday ashlee and i sit in the conference room during lunch for increased sanity and distance from others. today, a 40-something with wrinkle hiding bangs and a tan enters, stops dead in her tracks. “are you…are you all here for…the meeting?” she stammers.
i am distracted by the unnaturally autumnal hue of her skin. ashlee speaks instead. “we’re just doing homework.”
“oh,” bangs responds. “i was confused. i thought you all were here for the weight watchers meeting. but neither of you all should be.” bangs begins to bat her eyelashes erratically, the suburban housewife version of staking one’s territory.
“we’ll leave in a minute,” i say. meanwhile, another woman enters the room, hauling boxes of 70 calorie brownies that most likely taste like cow chips. she asks the same question.
“no,” we respond in tandem.
bangs introduces herself to the other woman as kathleen, but she will be playing lynn today. she laughs and her eyes bulge a bit and i think of african bull frogs. we leave.
i don’t ever want to turn 45.
The Pyrenees mountains as see inside the Sagrada Familia from Antonio Gaudi in Barcelona. (by juanluisgx)
Love-Spain
and suddenly, this part of the cathedral makes perfect sense.
Anyone care to teach me?
That’s the problem with Lana Del Rey’s bandwagon. They don’t seem to get that her image was created by label heads and her daddy’s billions. There’s nothing authentic about her and even she says that she doesn’t want to be famous, which is funny considering she signed a huge…
As a happy contrarian, I have recently decided to tack LDR onto my short list of “music/movies/tv to never experience/like” (some of the others include Glee, Clerks, and Rage Against The Machine). As a result, I’ve yet to listen to a single song of hers and am hoping that I can shield my ears long enough until she fades into her inevitable denouement. The more I don’t listen to her, the better I feel!
