Bundle Bunny

We dance together, we dance together. I look remarkably like a flapper. Andrew looks remarkably like a man who swings. Ja, brosie. 

Sometimes in the middle of the night I awake from my slumbers and run my fingers through the raspberry kamikaze-coloured hair of a swinger. Sometimes in the middle of the night I arise from my bedchamber and drift down the sleepy hallway into the dark front room. I step down into the moon room and find myself reading and writing. Reading and writing. 

An article in the New Yorker discussed a new book packed with six-word phrases describing a persons' life story. I have not tried to shorten my life into the width of a mere phrase... I believe mine is much more than that. Some of the phrases seem incredibly banal. One famous chef said something along the lines of "Brings to a Boil Often" (I am missing a word, I know). Cute. "Je me sens toutes choses" Peut-etre. 

I am going to try to write poems in the French language. Bonne nuit. 

Happy President's Day

As I emptied some sweet, sticky sugar into my coffee this afternoon, I overheard a male student loudly profess his love of President's Day. According to himself, he believes that he is the number one Patriot. I turned around and asked him smartly who the 23nd president was. He didn't know. His friends were laughing and gave me high fives. Benjamin Harrison... in case you were curious. I was curious, too! Teehee. 

compassion

there is something wrong with the majority of the students at the university of miami. there is something wrong with the majority of students. there is something wrong with people, in general. 

i signed onto facebook this evening in search of an animal rights group to join. instead, i find:

1. "i love animals... with gravy" for "those of you out there who love to eat meat or just hate those vegan nazis. i may have to share this planet with animals, but i'm doing my damn best to eat every last one of them." 

hey buddy, you are an animal. this group has 59 members at the university of miami and has postings that read "great group" "hehe" "UM grilling society." 

2. PETA, "People Eating Tasty Animals." According to these sympathetic individuals, "every animals has a place in this world. for most of them, that place is right next to my mashed potatoes." 

ok, lady... "every animals?" every animals. evvverry animalS. 

3. "vegetarians should die"

note: people BELONG to these groups

the ignorance and self-centered nature of all of these "ideas" sickens me. how could these people find "WRONGNESS" in vegetarianism? 

this is not the sole problem i have with the students (i am speaking about the masses) of individuals at the university of miami. i am simply expressing my disgust toward those who lack compassion and awareness of other organisms. 

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph

I am currently listening to the Beatles Anthology Vol. 1 and it is incredible. I love the speeches and conversations intermittent throughout the music. 

I am currently laughing at my frustration. I just hung up the phone with a person who attempted to make decisions for me. The first: the character offered resolutions that he/she had made for me. "To be wise with my money." I had just finished telling this individual that I have begun to save parsimoniously, next year I would like to move to a new city and to attend graduate school. I cannot do these things for free. I believe that there is a serious problem when individuals voice resolutions that they made for you. Aren't resolutions to be made for the self? If they are made at all? Everyday, people ought to make resolutions if they feel it necessary. Why wait until the new year? Oy vei. 

The second was a "career" suggestion. I was asked, "Why take a job that will not matter on my resume?" I did not know what working for a Children's Museum was not good-looking on my resume. I applied for the job because I love to play with people of all ages, I like to communicate, and I like to learn. Who cares about my resume? If a company will want me, I want them to want me for the things that I can do, will do, and care to do. Meanwhile this person currently does not even have a job. 

OOf. 

I am going to go to the radio station and play some music. I needed to vent. I am better, now. I have new ideas for Andrew and my Sunday radio show. Check it out if you'd like to hear it's new format (I need to run it by Andrew, first). 

Legends

I am sitting on the floor of my bedroom in darkness. I feel tired, though I cannot sleep. I tried to for an hour. I gave up. Before my first attempt into the world of obscurity, I reread the short story "The Gift of the Magi" by the writer O'Henry. I remember reading it in the days of middle school. I did recall the overall message... and even the feeling I felt whilst reading it. A woman by the name of Della cannot afford to buy a Christmas gift for her husband Jim. She decides to sell one of the two most valued possessions they own... her hair that swiftly moves from a tight-knit knot into sheets of gorgeous, long hair. She then scours stores in order to find the perfect, in-ornate, classic gift for Jim. She discovers a simple, yet dignified chain for the second valued possession of their family-- the family heirloom, his self-assertive watch. At 7 pm, he comes home to find her in short "Coney Island Chorus Girl" curls... and he cannot physically react. He sold his watch in order to purchase combs that she had admired obsessively from a window on Broadway. They both retire and decide to put away their gifts until they can be of better use. Then O'Henry digresses and begins discussing the magi who visited "the Babe at the manger" and the purpose of their gifts. This bit somewhat vague. I believe that Della and Jim should not have rid their most valued possessions in order to purchase gifts for one another. I would hope that which binds them together, whether it be love, or something else, would connect them. I wish that they could have just collapsed onto one another on the couch and embraced... but it is somewhat childlike and sweet that they both sold their valuables in order to make the others' Christmas special. 

O'Henry is the pen name of William Sydney Porter. He wrote 381 short stories whilst living in New York City. 381 worthy short stories. Oh... Henry. 

If you'd like to listen to "A Gift of the Magi"...

Sylvia!

Anita Ekberg! Oh, my! What a beautiful woman. This film still depicts her in the Trevi Fountain, before she is joined by the journalist Marcello (La Dolce Vita). In the film she plays an American actress by the name of Sylvia. I hope Anita was just like Sylvia in real life. She is so free-spirited and wild and...ravishing, really. I have a lady crush and a lady aspiration. She was deified by men for her 40D bustline. I would deify her for her feral nature!

A small clip from La Dolce Vita 

My Favorite Christmas Songs

Do They Know It's Christmas Time At All?

Santa Claus is Coming to Town

Snoopy vs. the Red Baron

March of the Wooden Soldiers