hint: this really only applies to CP people

Sorry I've left you hanging. It's just the end of the semester is all. In the meantime, here's a little game to keep you occupied.

Do you know what the following songs have in common?

• Edelweiss
• Sunrise, Sunset
• Here Comes the Sun
• Fly Me to the Moon

hint: keep your ears open

anti-drugs

I had an epiphany tonight. Since sleep is hard to come by again, I've begun using food as my escape from life. I want to bake all the time, just so I have something sweet to stuff my face with. And I just wander into the kitchen and look in the refrigerator, hoping that something exciting will have shown up to take me away from all the things I have to do. Or slice off pieces of cheddar cheese, believing in their power to make me happy.

Speaking of unhealthy habits, my old boss brought up how weird and creepy "livejournaling" was. I wholeheartedly agreed and decided not to mention the fact that I have a blog. They're totally different! I keep it light. Still, I felt deceptive.

things I want to eat right now:

1. banana bread
2. a croissant with cream cheese and jam
3. Ben and Jerry's ice cream (specifically Coffee Heath Bar Crunch)
4. lime tortilla chips
5. Don Pablo's tortilla chips
6. Macaroni Grill bread
7. Outback Steakhouse bread (with the whipped honey butter)
8. cinnamon rolls

heresy

I heard this old story before
where the people keep on killing for their metaphors, but
don't leave much up to the imagination, so
I wanna give this imagery back
but I know it just ain’t so easy like that
so I turn the page and read the story again
and again and again

so we went and heard that preacher
he described in detail every sin
and everyone else on the wrong path
and I began to wonder when
religion got so competitive?
and could one really get fired up
about winning at the pursuit of loving everyone?

knock knock, going door to door
to tell you that their metaphor’s better than yours
and you can either sink or swim, and things are looking pretty grim
if you don’t believe in what they're spoon feeding
ain't got no feeling, so I read it again and again and again

you can quote me scripture
about who gets into Heaven
and I will say the kingdom is at hand
you can play the Pharisee, point out the rules I broke,
the heresies
but Jesus was a rebel all the same
and you can’t take Him away from me
you can’t take Him away from me
just by dropping his name again and again
You can't take Him away from me

credit to Jack Johnson and some chick named Anne Heaton

the cinema

Today I learned about film. 35mm reels that they use in theaters. Did you know that a feature length film takes up about 6 reels, each 2,000 feet long? A reel runs for about 22 minutes. Bob at the Old Greenbelt Theater told me. He saw me and Esther looking at a historic projector they have there after we watched Thank You for Smoking and then wouldn't stop talking.

I learned a few things about film:
Ignoring the pixelated-looking stuff, the wavy white lines to the right of the sprockets are the optical sound. The projector actually reads those and translates them into the sound for the film. Some digital systems are on a separate disc, so the tracking can get out of sync with the film, but with optical sound, they can't be separated. This makes me wonder why the sound got all screwed up in Singin in the Rain, so I must be missing something. And the image is always squished like that, and the projector shows it stretched out. He told us lots of other stuff too, but I forget.

I've always wondered why theaters don't switch completely to digital, when they mostly all use digital sound. You have this high quality sound, but the image looks kinda messy still and you get those screen blips of hairs or that oval thing...do you know what I'm talking about? But now I'm wondering why they even do digital sound when they could use optical on the same reel. Film is so cool, I'm glad theaters still use it.

And I like it when people are so passionate about stuff that they can't help telling you all about it. So thanks Bob. I like film too.

And then we all smoked cigars. Not really, but I wanted to.

this magic moment

That was my night! I guess I'm feeling artistic. Except we look like depressing little ghost people. So to add some more character, I turned one of them into Joel.

Goodnight!

I think about it every day

PostSecret again.

I didn't write it, but I may as well have. It makes me think of the Johnsons. I hope I see them again someday. We'll go out to lunch.

I can't wait to get back there.

note to self

Voici mon secret. Il est très simple: on ne voit bien qu'avec le coeur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.

also, they are not called the Lady Terps

What a bittersweet night of mixed emotions.

hot: watching the women's basketball team in the national championship with a ton of other people in the Commons lobby
not: watching it there because I was kicked out of my own apartment because of a fire caused by Will Bowers and some story about hot oil and a bloody nose that left several apartments damaged by sprinklers
hot: beating Duke for the national championship 78-75 in the last few seconds of overtime (so hot!)
not: the riots that ensued, including massive fires and an attempted bus tipping (bus tipping!?!)

Now normally, I'm cool with fires on Route 1. It's all in good fun when you're burning your own mattress or your friend's clothing or something, right? And what's a torn down street sign? Big deal. No need to pepper spray me or shoot me in the back with a rubber bullet; we're just celebrating cause we love the Terps!! Right?

Tonight I realized how wrong I was. After the game was over, we were stuck outside our building because of the grease fire. So, we decided to wander down to Route 1 to see if anything would happen. I figured it would be a weak attempt with a few people yelling F Duke and standing on the sidewalk, but unchecked by the brutality of the PG County police, it turned into a massive mob. Wait a second, where did this mob come from?? None of you were fans of the women's team before! You didn't even watch their games. No one went to Comcast. Most people at this school can't even name two players on the women's team! And here you are cheering and rioting, as if you really care?? You don't love the team; you're just destructive little children! And now you're trying to tip over a bus?? This has gone too far!

But of course, this only brought into the light my own failure as a Terp. Sure I can name two players, but admittedly, I don't watch them. I've known that they're good my whole college career, but I've always said that watching the women is boring. Well tonight, it was not boring. It was the kind of playing that I have been missing all year. And the women delivered while I've been hanging onto my devotion to the men. Now I'm no fair weather Terp. I'm not saying we should ditch the men's team cause they suck and the women are good. I have been supporting the men's team through thick and thin. But what I cannot support is their attitude. The ball hog, fist-pumping, leaving for the NBA, giving up, failing off the team attitude. The women's team has worked hard and been dedicated. And they are exciting to watch.

I have been betrayed by the men's team and never gave the women's team the credit they deserved. Testudo, I apologize.

hot: the women's team
not: missing out on them for so long while claiming to be a MD basketball fan

killer

When I first saw this on PostSecret, I thought it was cute:


I even thought, Hey, I am a Sudoku Champion. And that's the Post. Maybe it's about me. I must have a secret admirer out there.
(please don't miss the sarcasm)
Then after a few seconds, I got annoyed. This dude must not think about "her" that often, cause clearly he has never done a sudoku before. Please stop trying to front like you ride the metro, scribbling in numbers as you dream about this girl when you don't even know how to play.
(The numbers are in the wrong places.)

Meanwhile, my addiction is being fed by these:



Can you figure out how to play?

cherry blossoms

Today I wore myself out playing freeze tag on the grass by the Washington Monument. And it was probably the best thing I've done all semester.