towel day

A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitch hiker can have. Partly it has great practicalvalue - you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you - daft as a bush, but very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.

More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have "lost". What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with.


a girl's best friend

"you know, an african child's life span is very very low. but.... diamonds are forever."

- oh, you know who you are

A diamond that takes millions of years to occur naturally can now be created from the carbon of your loved one in about twenty-four weeks.



The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to
The Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!

Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Low
Level 2 (Lustful)Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Moderate
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Extreme
Level 7 (Violent)Very High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Moderate

take the dante inferno test

me without glasses. i can see! i'll definitely be keeping my glasses around for the days when my eyeballs are oxygen-starved, but for now i'm kind of enjoying not having heavy glass rest on the (small) bridge of my nose.

the scarf in the pictures is my latest finished knitting project. it's red mohair w/ blue-ish beads knitted in.

mohair is kind of itchy. : (
and fritz said that cashmere comes from goat stomach! say it ain't so!


birmingham was a pleasure to visit. i stayed w/ my friend michelle and her fiance, scott. we worked it out and realized that i've known michie for about 14 years; we met before 9th grade in band camp. truly a friendship meant to be, despite her belonging to the woodwind camp and i to the brass. we brass just couldn't help being so good, so jealously was obviously understandable. ;)

to use a term madge uses in her blog, i took a few "analog" photographs. in fact, i only took my film camera. which means i have no photos up yet. the plan is to do my finances tonight and figure out how much i can get developed as soon as possible. i should probably start w/ my oldest rolls first, though...

damn, as much as i love my film camera, the convenience of digital is just so alluring and seductive! oh, please me now, instant gratification digital slr camera!
but i do love the heavy *chunk* sound of my nikon shutter. it's yummy.

we ate delicious food and played with her beautiful kittens and knitted and made many many tasteless bodily humor jokes and got me addicted to 'lost.' i'm going to have to get the dvds from the library and download them to satisfy my needs.

speaking of bodily humor jokes... scott introducted me to the "wonder" of ratemypoo.com. i'm not even going to link it. i thought i could handle it, but seriously, as funny as poop is, it's not funny in real life, in color, on your monitor. my gag reflex is rather superb.

thanks scott. no, really. thanks.

man. because, really? poop is GROSS.

i gag when i clean out the kitty litter - what am i going to do if i have kids?

here are some sketches i did whilst in selma; i got to listen to michie's sermon (she's "The Rev. Michelle Freeman," after all) and while she was in her presbytery meeting, i wandered around old alabama.


near selma library

i wish i could have drawn more, but 1) it was super windy and my contacts were like a desert sand dune and 2) the pastor of the church freaked me out by telling me how a girl was abducted and repeatedly raped somewhat nearby. i ended up waiting for michie's meeting to finish by waiting in the selma library reading and dousing my eyes with visine. that stuff is like eye-crack. i heart me some eye-crack.


ant's band, red room cinema, got to play the big heatwave concert here in tampa on saturday night. it was crazy full of old hippies and strange drunk middle aged people. it was LOUD. an excellent show, except for that huge huge roach.

rachel got engaged!!

i'm hoping to participate w/ the rest of the girlfriend sweatshop in a little craft show at the sacred grounds coffee shop!

i've been a gardening fool. i tilled half my backyard in preparation for sowing me some grass seed.


i saw the da vinci code.




hey there.

can you believe that it's almost june?

no, really. it's almost june.

the passage of time is fast and frightening.

i think i'm going to have a glass of wine. or two.

i haven't posted much, mainly because i've really been spending a lot of time... umm... napping. and um... getting used to my contacts. seriously, these things are whack! mostly it's that my eyes feel super dry - often and easily.

my online graduate library class started today and this morning was spent in a flurry of nerves. the website overwhelmed me a little. but i just did the week's assignments and i'm feeling pretty darn proud of myself. a couple-of-glasses-of-wine-proud.

i'm also a little stressed. i leave on wednesday night to visit my bestest friend michie, who i never get to talk to, ever. we're bad phone people. but we're good in that we still love each other lots. and i'm doing my laundry now and haven't even begun thinking about packing.

ok... that's a lie. i started a list. but that's all! honest!

and my dad is unfortunately back in the hospital. he keeps getting weird high blood pressure at odd times. they're watching him for 24 hours to make sure he's ok and to hopefully figure out what's up.

ah, wine. sweet nectar of the gods. bring me relief whilst i look and contemplate my messy, messy room.


i can see clearly now... i can see all obstacles in my way...

obstacles such as the bottom step of the stairs.

i've worn glasses since the 5th grade when it was realized that i couldn't see the board from the first row. "i don't need glasses mom, i can see the board if i squint really hard." (hello astigmatism!)

and it's definitely genetic. my mom needed glasses when she was young as well. although her parents didn't believe her at first; they thought she was lying. they realized that she really needed lenses and wasn't just trying to get attention when she was outside with her dad one night and said, "oh, look at the beautiful moon!" and he had to tell her that she was actually looking at a streetlight.

so it's a really weirdly big deal that i just got contacts yesterday! they feel super wacky. and my eyelids keep pushing them around and my eyes feel drier. and sunlight seems brighter.

and i can see my naked face clearly for the first time since the 5th grade.

man, i am asian!

it's kind of weird, i know, but i've never thought i looked asian. i have problems. glasses seemed to make my face seem less asian; they were easy to hide behind. in any case, i am totally ready to embrace my asian-ness. because having kids call me chink or make "chinese-sounding" gobble-dy gook (no pun intended) noises didn't tip me off in grade school. who wanted to be asian because it was so uncool? we had dirty knees.

i'm hoping i can take a mandarin class at usf in the fall. because lord knows i'm not going to teach myself.

in the meantime, though, i'm driving anthony crazy with my question of, "is this normal? what about when this happens? is that common-place? is it supposed to be like this?" *laugh*


i swear to god...

why the hell do these people make more money than me? is it their humps?

i don't even have many comments, because, really, there's nothing i can say that can make these lyrics intelligible.

"My Humps"

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)

I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ices.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and NaDonna
Karan, they be sharin'
All their money got me wearin' fly
But I ain't askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion's,
I say no, but they keep givin'
So I keep on takin'
And no I ain't taken
We can keep on datin'
I keep on demonstrating.

My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She's got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'm a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)
my lovely.

lump. i just *love* referring to my mammaries as "lumps."

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let's go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Let's spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA - i cannot truly convey the depth of my disbelief. who the hell comes up with lyrics like this?
"mix your milk.. with my cocoa puff, milky. milky. riiiiight."



They say I'm really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin' a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin' at my lump, lump.
because plurals are just too hard.
U can look but you can't touch it,
If you touch it I'ma start some drama,
You don't want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don't pull on my hand boy,
You ain't my man, boy,
I'm just tryn'a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
In the back and in the front (lumps)
My lovin' got u,
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me.

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon' do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I'ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.

She's got me spendin'.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin' time on me
She's got me spendin'.
Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me.


and another winner...
I was gettin some head
Gettin gettin some head
I was gettin some head
Gettin gettin some head
I was gettin some head
Gettin gettin some head
I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes curl

You know u nigga want a bitch like me
Diamond wit the white beader rockin nikes
Niggas in the hood wanna call her wifey
rhyming dictionary, anyone?
If u got a pretty dolla then i probly might be
U niggas popin collars y yo bitches pop ps
Im gon do this for my riders that get down and pop e
i can't actually listen to this song the whole way through... not sure what "pop e" is supposed to be... the pope? har har.
Think u can pop me man u need to stop please
See me flyin throu yo hood in a drop top v
Im in the pop top three
And ma pops got gs
Say the watch got chilly
And the rocks got freeze
And u broads ack silly
Tryna jack my steam
U slipin and im pimpin and yo boy chose me
And now he hollin hey lil mama can u give me a sip
Tryna lick somethin somethin bout as big a yo leg
seriously? ew.
Dis nigga yawn while he talkin so i knew he was red
And bout six in the mornin he forgot wat he said and i was


U know i keep like 4 5 woofers in the trunk
And i turn it to the max so u can feel it when it bump
When u go to DTP we give the people what they want
And when i come to hustle man u know we aint no punk
And you catch me in the town we blowin dro and gettin drunk
And when we hit the party man u know we keep it crunk
Yo nigga actin tuff he on the flo and gettin stomped
Dont act like u aint know now tell yo hoe to pass the blunt
You bitches wanna be me cause u know that im the shit
You se me on the tv cause i roll wit ludacris
Dont hate shawnna baby just be mad at who u wit (who u wit)
I keep a couple handles so u know im to legit (to legit)
Just so u understand it so u know im bout that bread (im bout that bread)
And dont you try to play me for no joke about my cash (about my cash)
Before i get the tip i get the heat up out the stash (up out the stash)
I hit em on the lo and shawty this is wat he said (wat he said)


it's alive!



i would like to say that i've conquered my blackened, wilted growing thumb by painting it green, but let's not be too hasty.

i'm so far growing garden beans (top), cilantro/coriander, tomatoes and calendula!


serious shopping & scrabble

dressing room extravaganza

erika is, quite possibly, the most vicious and unstoppable shopper i've ever known.

ok, maybe that's a stretch. but she's impressive, none-the-less.

dressing room extravaganza
dressing room extravaganza
she just needs a cocktail and a ciggy to complete this look.

dressing room extravaganza
i almost bought this skirt on sale for $70. except that i already own 4 black skirts. what is my problem?! this skirt was gorgeous though. layers and smooth black cotton in many many pleats; i think it weighed close to 10 lbs. and what's up w/ the strange angles my legs are creating, you ask? oh yes, special double jointed ability. almost made me pass out at band camp until i learned that you shouldn't lock your knees. oops!


we also played scrabble! anthony beat us both quite soundly. i was kicking butt at the beginning w/ a couple of 30 point scores, but we knew we were doomed when anthony kicked out the 94 point score.


his intelligence is both a blessing and a curse.

our scores from left to right - me, anthony, erika

scrabble winner extraordinaire
the winner! .... maybe the wine doesn't aid our cause to score points, though

surprise sunrise salutation

rachel's birthday!

rachel's yoga birthday surprise party was a success!

if you can believe it, i didn't realize we would actually be doing yoga. her bf called saying that he was throwing a surprise party for rachel at the yoga studio for 12 people. maybe he said that we'd actually be taking a private lesson, but my brain registered no such information. all i heard was "surprise party." luckily, i realized the day before during a conversation w/ said bf that we'd be "working out" and that i needed to get "work out" clothes.

rachel's birthday!
star seriously loves her olives.

rachel's birthday!
rachel's sister bekah and her brother-in-law eric. he's at the party physically, but mentally he's watching the nfl draft (i had to search online to make sure i got that "nfl draft" part right... haha... sports? wha?)

rachel's birthday!
the majority of my photos looked like this....

rachel's birthday!
baby corn is delish!

rachel's birthday!


i hope this new year treats you wonderfully. it looks like it already is, though! *hug*