lolligagging.

I should probably stop spending my evenings looking at pictures of my friends' babies on facebook. I'm such a sucker. Kittens and babies.

But really... really, there's nothing wrong with loving kittens and babies. Loving is okay.

And Michael... I'll love you forever.

The wonder of summer

My summer obsessions include the following:

1. Martha Reeves and the Vandellas. After my Motown summer class, I've concluded that Martha Reeves would kick Diana Ross's ass any day. Seriously though, Martha's voice is amazing. If you haven't heard her before, check out "(Love is Like A) Heatwave" and "Come and Get These Memories". Youtube her too. Incredible.


2. Smokey Robinson & the Miracles. What I love about Smokey is his incredible voice.
Check out "Ooo Baby Baby" for reference.


3. Wonder Woman. Mostly because of my recent foray into Mortal Kombat vs. DC Universe, but also because I'm beginning to love goddesses.


4. New Young Pony Club's Fantastic Playroom. I realize I'm about two years late on this one, and I don't give a shit. I still love it and I'm listening to it forever.


In other news though, I am back with the parents in Nevada. It's good to see mountains again, although the whole we-don't-get-the-New-York-Times thing is a little old. Hopefully a trip to the beach will be in order soon because I just bought 4 bathing suits for no particular reason, other than Victoria's Secret made them look irresistible. I may or may not have a problem.

some lunchtime reading.

"It is equally part of right thinking to reject decidedly any and every form of discrimination. Preconceptions of race, class or sex offend the essence of human dignity and constitute a radical negation of democracy. How far from these values we are when we tolerate the impunity of those who kill a street child; those who murder peasants who struggle for a minimum of justice; those who discriminate on the basis of color, burning churches where blacks pray because prayer is only white; those who treat women as inferior beings; and so on. I feel more pity than rage at the absurd arrogance of this kind of white supremacy, passing itself off to the world as democracy. In fact, this form of thinking and doing is far removed from the humility demanded by 'right' thinking. Nor has it anything to do with the good sense that keeps our exaggerations in check and helps us avoid falling into the ridiculous and the senseless.

"There are times when I fear that someone reading this...may think that there is no more place among us for the dreamer and the believer in utopia. Yet what I have been saying up to now is not the stuff of inconsequential dreamers. It has to do with the very nature of men and women as makers and dreamers of history and not simply as casualties of an a priori vision of the world."

-Paulo Freire, from Pedagogy of Freedom, page 41.

feeling awkward.

i just realized that these are my last months living on the west coast for at least 3 years.

i feel funny.

Sunshine, you are my fickle lover.

I had a great day. I slept like someone who is untroubled until 12:30. I woke up to sunshine and 68 degree temperatures. I got coffee and walked around the park with Jackie. We laid out on a blanket in the rose garden at Manito (technically a "thorn garden" since there are no roses in bloom yet) and let the sun burn up our jeans. Then we got some food and then we got some movies, and we ate some chocolate cappucino pie and watched our movies, and here I am. Happy happy happy. All sun-kissed and sun-glassed and for now, everything is right in the world.