nsfw, but hilarious.

i try to keep c.w.a.j.a.?. family-friendly, and i think i'm generally pretty successful. but this makes me laugh every time, and i also believe it to be true:


(if you can think of it, there's porn of it. no exceptions.) i hope your boss isn't standing behind you right now, or if she or he is, that they also find this funny.

in related news, i've thought about it some and i'm pretty sure that the internet is 75% porn, 20% cat pictures, and 5% everything else.

this is an amazing movie.

it starts a little slow but then it gets amazing, i promise.



fr. eckle studios...um...dancing? i guess? to daft punk's "better harder faster stronger"

ingredients for a beautiful day:

1. good friend
2. long bicycle ride with amazing scenery and nice weather
3. large quantities of blueberry pancakes and sweet potatoes with rosemary
4. hot shower

heima is a beautiful film.

today at work we screened heima: a film by sigur rós. and i was reminded again of what a beautiful film it is. if you have not seen it, i would definitely recommend it.

sigur rós, after becoming really famous and spending more than a year on the road, decided that they wanted to return to their home country of iceland and play a series of free, unannounced concerts. heima is footage of those shows, interviews with the band (they are endearingly modest and shy), and incredible scenery of iceland.

here is the trailer. i hope that you like it:



heima trailer, sigur rós

well, if you say so.

the kids i babysit really like to play a game with grapes wherein one eats most of the grapes on ones small bunch and then asks someone else what kind of vehicle it represents, based on the number of grapes that remain (these correspond to the number of wheels on the vehicle, so four is a car, three is a tricycle, etc.) this is what transpired tonight:

three year old: [holding up a stem with two grapes left] "what is this?"

me: "a bicycle."

three year old: [holding up a stem with one grape left] "what is this?"

me: "a unicycle."

three year old: [holding up a stem without any grapes left] "what is this?"

me: "a sled."

three year old: [looking at me with a mixture of disgust and pity] "IT'S A REINDEER."

b.f.h.=awesome proto-cyclist

b.f.h. and i went test riding all day today and it was great. despite a totally reasonable uneasiness around bicycles, she's decided that it's time to get one and start riding around sometimes. it's really exciting to watch!

laundry magic!

today i wanted to wash a load of white laundry (i rarely sort my laundry; cold water uses less energy and the load rarely includes brand new stuff anyway) and i was kind of hoping to make my whites brighter, or some other bleach commercial-worthy sentiment.

here is the secret (the internet told me about this and it was correct!): one cup of baking soda dissolved in the water before you add your clothes, then one cup of vinegar added to the rinse water. it didn't even smell vinegary, but it got some blue stains out of several white items (that whole not-sorting-laundry thing is almost always just fine. almost.) and maybe it's my imagination but the whole load seems whiter and brighter.

and now you know.

additional substantiation for my previously-articulated claim that the milagro beanfield waris an excellent book:

"As everyone knows, Smokey the Bear is a symbol of the United States Forest Service. And for almost a hundred years the United States Forest Service had been the greatest landholder in Chamisa County, although most of the land it held had once not so very long ago belonged to the people of Milagro. And, since the Forest Service's management of its recently acquired property tended to benefit Ladd Devine the Third, big timber and mining companies, and out-of-state hunters and tourists before it benefited the poor people of Milagro, the poor people of Milagro tended to look upon Smokey the Bear as a kind of ursine Daddy Warbucks, Adolf Hitler, colonialist Uncle Sam, and Ladd Devine all rolled into one."

-from john nichols' the milagro beanfield war, p. 272

the milagro beanfield war is an excellent book.

i remember mamacita and the dad reading it and enjoying it back in the 80's, and i found it at the best bookstore ever awhile ago. it kind of reminds me of edward abbey; the profound injustices of land and resource allocation in the american west are a centerpiece of the book, but there's a magical realism flavor to the whole operation that is reminiscent of isabel allende.

this description makes me think of a good friend:

The sheriff would have liked a mind that could deal with abstract thoughts and ideas. Instead, he possessed a mind capable of tinkering with things just enough to make them impossibly confusing and himself so dissatisfied with his own intellectual inadequacies that he would never be happy.

-from john nichols' the milagro beanfield war, p. 234

ayn randy irony

i'm a member of a list called freecycle, which allows people to offer and request free things. i haven't given or gotten anything yet, but the other day i saw a posting that made me laugh: a free copy of atlas shrugged.

i can't say they didn't warn me.

"note: when the travellers arrives to the country they cant stay in the country more time than the allowed by the authorities either cant realize and paid or lucrative activy without the righ migratory documents. this card must be returned to the migratory authority when the foreigner exit the country."

don't worry, folks, your faithful foreigner followed all the rules and is home safe and happy.