When I was doing my study abroad in Italy in 2002, I lived in a beautiful apartment with 5 girls. None of us really got along. We were all very different and had to share one bathroom. But the worst of all was this girl, lets call her Princess Brandywine Dandyridge* (just for shits and giggles). Princess Brandywine Dandyridge* was a Persian American. Every time she talked about being Iranian, she would always correct us and say, "excuse me, it's Eeeeee-rahn, not I-ran!." So just to tease her, I'd always sing her this Flock of Seagulls song "I Ran." Let's take a listen and then get to the real point of the story:
Cut to Saturday Night Live this weekend and look how they paid homage to the president of Iran's controversial q&a session at Columbia. I'm not sure if it's better than "Dick in a Box," but it's up there, and I can help but think I had the idea first! And yes! That's the Maroon 5 dude.
*Names might have been changed in order to protect the identity of the subject
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Beverly Hills- What a Thrill!
A few weeks ago I took Sandi to see one of the BEST BANDS EVA, Rilo Kiley (singer Jenny Lewis also happened to star in one of my favorite movies of all time Troop Beverly Hills). Anyway, I guess I hadn't been to a show in a while. Remember when you used to see the flicker of all the lighters swaying back and forth? Not so much anymore. Since you can't smoke inside any venues, all you see is the sea of light from the LCD screens of all the digital cameras. But it makes sense. Now I can relive my experience and watch this gem from the Showbox over and over and over!
"With Arms Outstretched"
"With Arms Outstretched"
Friday, September 28, 2007
Teenage Letter Challenge
Dear Teenage Rachel-
Things aren't as bad as they seem. I know how alone you feel and how much pot you smoke, and really, you might not feel so alone if you didn't smoke so much pot and sleep so god-damn much. High school sucks, but life gets so much better. Go to your classes, and don't get caught making fun of a teacher who you think might be a tranny.
Put more effort into things. You may not have ever felt supported in anything you tried, but you are fully capable of becoming whoever you want to be. Don't quit ballet no matter how many times you have to ask someone's else mother to French braid your hair for a recital or beg your own parent's to attend. You're good at it and your passion for the art will never fade.
It turns out you really are so much smarter than you give yourself credit for. You're going to become a compassionate, warm, funny woman that has a lot to offer and a lot to learn.
Take things at face value. Listen to your gut. When men warn you about who they are on the first or second date, don't schedule a third. Be patient. You'll find the one.
Love,
Future Rachel
p.s. If you ever meet a quiet, dark haired girl in your college French class, pursue her friendship no matter how much she gives you the cold shoulder. You won't regret it.
This post is thanks to my friend Mona who took the Cafemom Writing Challenge.
Things aren't as bad as they seem. I know how alone you feel and how much pot you smoke, and really, you might not feel so alone if you didn't smoke so much pot and sleep so god-damn much. High school sucks, but life gets so much better. Go to your classes, and don't get caught making fun of a teacher who you think might be a tranny.
Put more effort into things. You may not have ever felt supported in anything you tried, but you are fully capable of becoming whoever you want to be. Don't quit ballet no matter how many times you have to ask someone's else mother to French braid your hair for a recital or beg your own parent's to attend. You're good at it and your passion for the art will never fade.
It turns out you really are so much smarter than you give yourself credit for. You're going to become a compassionate, warm, funny woman that has a lot to offer and a lot to learn.
Take things at face value. Listen to your gut. When men warn you about who they are on the first or second date, don't schedule a third. Be patient. You'll find the one.
Love,
Future Rachel
p.s. If you ever meet a quiet, dark haired girl in your college French class, pursue her friendship no matter how much she gives you the cold shoulder. You won't regret it.
This post is thanks to my friend Mona who took the Cafemom Writing Challenge.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
Sooo...There's No Such Thing as a Homosexual in Iran?
The Best Part of Ahmadinejad's Speech Today:
“In Iran we don’t have homosexuals like in your country. In Iran we do not have this phenomenon. I don’t know who’s told you that we have this.”
“In Iran we don’t have homosexuals like in your country. In Iran we do not have this phenomenon. I don’t know who’s told you that we have this.”
Ha! Even funnier than denying the Holocaust. Which, by the way, is old news. Back in the late 80s or early 90s, some white supremicist in Canada went on trial for publishing info about the Holocaust being made up, and he was proven wrong. Duh! (and you can see the evidence for yourself in a great film called Mr. Death).
So Help Me God
Even if only my boyfriend and my friend Sara read this blog throughout its entirety, at least I have a legitimate fan! None of that "I'm your #1 fan, but really I want a date with you" mumbo jumbo like last year (make sure to read the comments, cuz they're gold)!
Thanks for the letter Sara!
"I love your blogs : ) I'm like your most devoted blogging fan. For reals. So are we still on for Saturday night?"
Thanks for the letter Sara!
"I love your blogs : ) I'm like your most devoted blogging fan. For reals. So are we still on for Saturday night?"
3 Things
Another good thing about moving to California is Liquor. Yep, I don't even drink that much, but you don't have to make a special trip to the liquor store before 7pm because (drumroll), you can get it at the grocery store. Who'da thunk it? If anything I'd think that the Californians would have more of a problem with liquor laws, seeing as there are more people to violate them. But nope. In California, if it's after 7pm and you decide you want a Bloody Mary the next morning, you're not be shit out of luck because the liquor store is closed. What a C-razy idea!
Thursday is my dad's 60th birthday and I'm at a complete loss. He really needs a hearing aid, but that's such a shitty gift...He can afford anything he wants, but doesn't ever want anything...I don't want to pull a Sixteen Candles and "forget" about it...Although at 60, I'm kind of curious how that one would turn out. Maybe I should get him his very own Long Duck Dong? Back to the drawing board I guess.
Finally, here is my favorite thing from the Puyallup Fair this year...It's a baby Alpaca.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Vanilla Dreams....
It's hard staying free of any wheat-gluten. Not just because of temptation, but because it's in so many things that we don't realize. I just found these cookies at PCC the other day, and they are sooooooooo yummy. Really, you won't notice a difference. They're delicious. I just hope I can find 'em in Sactown.
You might think that the best thing about moving from Seattle to California is going to be the difference in weather patterns. But I've been contemplating this for a while now and the weather is the last thing I care about.
Besides the very obvious honor of getting to live with the man of my dreams, I am most excited about merging. For whatever reason, California drivers know how to merge. People in Seattle get on the freeway and stop...until they feel safe enough to enter traffic. WTF? It's like everyone is getting on the freeway for the very first time, all the god damn time. I definitely won't miss that.
I definitely will NOT be missing my current job. I hate my job. I work in advertising at a certain mainstream print news outlet in Seattle. I'll let you guess which one. I owe a lot to Howard Stern for coining the name "Pig Vomit." Yeah, that's what I call the sales rep I work with. You know, "cause he looks like a pig and makes me want to vomit." If I didn't already know before, I know now that I definitely don't want to be in sales, and even this experience has soured me on the whole journalism idea in general. I'm determined to figure out away to work as little as humanly possible and still bring in a livable income. And when I do figure this out, I'll write a book, appear on Oprah, and buy an island.
Anyway...Only 5 more days of my crummy job, and 12 until the move itself. I know I still have a lot of my friends to say goodbye to still and am hoping to get the chance to visit with everyone. If you guys are reading this, I love you all and will miss you guys very much. I hope you all can make it for a visit!
Besides the very obvious honor of getting to live with the man of my dreams, I am most excited about merging. For whatever reason, California drivers know how to merge. People in Seattle get on the freeway and stop...until they feel safe enough to enter traffic. WTF? It's like everyone is getting on the freeway for the very first time, all the god damn time. I definitely won't miss that.
I definitely will NOT be missing my current job. I hate my job. I work in advertising at a certain mainstream print news outlet in Seattle. I'll let you guess which one. I owe a lot to Howard Stern for coining the name "Pig Vomit." Yeah, that's what I call the sales rep I work with. You know, "cause he looks like a pig and makes me want to vomit." If I didn't already know before, I know now that I definitely don't want to be in sales, and even this experience has soured me on the whole journalism idea in general. I'm determined to figure out away to work as little as humanly possible and still bring in a livable income. And when I do figure this out, I'll write a book, appear on Oprah, and buy an island.
Anyway...Only 5 more days of my crummy job, and 12 until the move itself. I know I still have a lot of my friends to say goodbye to still and am hoping to get the chance to visit with everyone. If you guys are reading this, I love you all and will miss you guys very much. I hope you all can make it for a visit!
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