*and for the unconflicted too, i guess. they're cute, they're decent musicians, they put on fantastically energetic live shows, and people always end up with fewer clothes than when they began.
ps: i had a hard time choosing just two videos. if you like them, there are a lot of others out there.
pps: okay, one more. the sound is kind of crummy (okay, really crummy), and it starts just a bit into the song, but "dance" is my favorite song [it is satisfying], and for some reason i couldn't find another video of it, so here it is:
these baby hedgehogs have been orphaned and have bonded to a cleaning brush at the wildlife sanctuary that took them in. (read all about it here.) apparently the brush is sufficiently momlike to keep them feeling safe and secure. good luck, little dudes!
i'm making a megabatch of chocolate chip cookies right now, and it's taking a lot of self-control to continue past this point in the recipe, where i have a bowl with four sticks of butter, two cups of brown sugar, and two cups of white sugar. i kind of just want to eat it all with the wooden stirring spoon. but i won't. sigh.
this is what happened tonight. i was babysitting, and kid #1 exclaimed (as he often does) "HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPOES...YAY!*"
we had been eating dinner, and he was having a tough time with the idea of gnocchi, because i had been foolish enough to tell him that it had potatoes in it before he started eating it. he looked at me like i'd just announced that it was made out of the bones of the easter bunny and santa's head, and cried, "BUT I DON'T LIKE POTATOES!!!"
then his mom jumped in to say, "but you like those kind of potatoes! you don't like plain potatoes [sidenote: wtf?] but you like potatoes in gnocchi!" and he was down with the potatoes but then upset about the tiny bits of green stuff (parsley? something? i dunno, it didn't taste like anything) and then finally chilled out and decided that maybe he could in fact eat the pasta.
so anyway, he was possibly coming around to the idea of more than pineapple, blackberries, and orange juice for dinner when the hippoes thought occurred to him, so i asked, "are you a hungry hungry hippo?" all the while squelching my urge to tell him about how much i liked hungry hungry hippoes when i was growing up (although i may or may not be old, i try not to talk like it to little kids, because no kid wants to hear it.) he agreed with a big grin that he was indeed a hungry hungry hippo, so i encouraged the hungry hungry hippo to turn his attention to his tasty tasty pasta. then i got up to refill the orange juice cup of kid #2.
while i was standing at the counter, kid #1 snuck away from the table (okay, i totally knew he was there. i have eyes in the back of my head, and someday i'll work my way up to total momniscience) and came up behind me...and then quickly and carefully bit the back pocket of my jeans. i know he thought this was hilarious (and honestly, so did i) but we had to have a Serious Talk about how it is Not Okay to bite people, even if you are joking, because biting is not a funny joke. i opened my eyes really wide to indicate the depth of my seriousness. but on the inside, i couldn't really believe what had just happened. four year olds are stars of physical comedy, and he had really taken care to make sure that he was only biting the pocket; i didn't experience any physical discomfort (although i was a little weirded out.)
anyway, that is my kid story for the day. the end.
*i have no idea. kids say bizarre things. i know i did, and brother bear? whew! you could have filled a book. [p.s. brother bear: dead bug connected!]
interesting question of the day: could i do a job that involves twenty hours per week of taping books back together?
less interesting, but equally important question: why is the online applications system for the job that involves twenty hours per week of taping books back together refusing to let me register or sign in?
not a question, but a passionate statement or two: argh! curses!
it kind of makes me feel like blogger is announcing its intention to end my life. and geez, i know that google already pretty much owns the internets and everything, but killing people? that isn't cool.
the dad lent it to me the last time i saw him, and it took me awhile to start reading it, but once i began, all 318 pages went fast. the premise (which didn't particularly impress me when i read the back cover) is that terrorists take an entire dinner party of diplomats and businessmen hostage, along with a world-famous soprano, and then "Friendship, compassion, and the chance for great love lead the characters to forget the real danger that has been set in motion...and cannot be stopped," which still seems to me like a totally goofy way to describe what actually happens.
but i would definitely recommend the book. it can be a quick read, even though she has nice complex satisfying sentences in which i sometimes found myself getting lost (in a good way.)
yep, i'm gonna do that in a bit. the good news is that it's for a good reason (prom-themed birthday party with beloved former housemate? yes please!) but all the same, i wish i could be in two states at once*, just for the evening.
so someone recently did a google search for the phrase, "we were all just ideas before we were born. all perfect, all so very beautiful" (which, i've recently learned, was written by arthur dekker, who may or may not be a distinguished architect.)
reasonably enough, the first google hit of "about 1,920,000" is for a page on "discordian metaphysics and the five realities" that actually contains the phrase...but the second result is c.w.a.j.a.?. so i dunno, i guess there are ideas here, and some are perfect and/or very beautiful, and thanks for the nod, google, and for stopping by, recent visitor(s), but huh.
because i've been listening to the death cab for cute cover more than the björk version lately, and because i'm still kind of caught up in the novelty of posting videos! on c.w.a.j.a.?.! i'm going to give you a live recording of it from a 2001 show in seattle. i like the version from cutie's stability ep better, but you go to blog with the videos you have, and not the videos you wish to have. word. i hope you like it.
"...i will bring to you and to your workplace the most energetic of enthusiasms for your critical and crucial work, work which is very important and which i would like very much to join you in doing. if you are not sufficiently enthusiased with the jobs that i am doing, which i have no reason to believe that you will not be, i will continue to try again with tenacity and grace, and also with skills which i have learned and gained in each of my previously-enjoyed employment opportunity experiences of the past, carefully articulated details of which can be found on the following page..."
today i have been working on a mega-application that requires me to list the number of units i earned at each of the colleges and universities i attended. fortunately, i found a photocopy of my application to transfer into the one where i finished, and it had the courses and units from the other two listed (phew!). unfortunately, i can't figure out how many units i took at my final (and favorite) school. i'm sure i have this information somewhere. i just can't figure out where that where is, and i'm afraid i'm going to have to download and print a form and then submit it along with money and then wait until the gigantic bureaucracy that is the university gets around to sending me a transcript, because i'm not sure if i trust myself to remember which classes were four units and which were three, and i refuse to put myself in a situation where i getthenlose a job because i remembered wrong exactly which classes i took when. yuck.
yo sé. es una canción acerca de la infidelidád, algo tan fea. pero, por una razón, me encanta. la primera vez que la oí, no me gustaba, porque pensé en el cuento de las letras, pero hasta entonces, a mi la encanta.
y, como explica el hombre: "si somos infieles / es por un gran querer*."
*ok, ok, es cierto: es una excusa horible. ¡pero todavía una canción fabulosa!
in addition to enjoying raspberries, baby snuggles, and thomas the tank engine viewing parties, i have gotten into the habit of having a little bowl of ice cream when i babysit. i use one of the tiny kids' plastic bowls, because lately i have been pretty happy with a little bit of ice cream.
i used to eat huge bowls, and love it. the last time i had ice cream with my dad, we both ate so much that we had stomach aches (yeah, yeah, i know, total grownup superstars. be quiet.) but now, i find myself totally satisfied with a little bowl. and i'm also aware of how rich real ice cream is.
especially when the kitty you get to hang out with is extremely affectionate? he loves to sit on my lap (it's nothing special; he loves to sit on everyone's lap) and he wraps his skinny little kitty legs around my leg so that i can't get away while he rubs and rubs and rubs his little face against me. cuddlehumping, i call it. or, rather, i would if i had the opportunity to describe the behavior aloud.
anyway, he's darling and while i don't want a cat of my own, i am excited about the opportunity of hanging with him.
also! he has freckles on his nose. totally adorable.