So I’m writing this on a plane. A plane!

And I’m flying high above the Eastern Seaboard.

But wait, this is what I was doing this day last year--except I was flying in the opposite direction. Am I regressing?

Or am I pulling a Fox Mulder? Coming full-circle to find the truth?

This was quite a spontaneous decision. This move. This job.

But it’s my ( Read more... )

January

Atonement-False advertising at it’s most insidious (and un-sexy).

27 Dresses, Pt I-Vapid; walked out after 35 minutes.

Meet the Spartans-Mind-numbingly stoopid…(serves as proof that not seeing movie trailers on TV drove me to some really dumb ticket choices).

February

Definitely, Maybe-Like melted butter

Persepolis-A black (and ( Read more... )

Were I to build an argument that being blessed with the name "Carolyn" rendered me more susceptible to insensitive and callous treatment from men, I'd have no shortage of song lyrics to use as evidence.  Consider the following excerpts from songs written by men about "Carolyns."  Consider them!

And don't try to say the right thing,
'cause it'll come ( Read more... )

I remember being ( Read more... )

With little exaggeration--the R.E.M. concert I witnessed on Wednesday was life-changing-ly good.

I wish every concert I attended could be for bands that I've followed for 8+ years.  They played 27 songs and I knew all but two of them.  I could name the ones I knew by the end of their intro riffs.

Here's the setlist; I've personalized it by bolding ( Read more... )

I saw my last free DAR show last night; it was Bill Maher in concert.  He was named the 38th greatest stand-up comedian of all time by Comedy Central, and it wasn't difficult to see why.  He has an impeccable sense of timing.  The above is an excerpt from the set he performed last night.  The majority of this ( Read more... )

I remember it being July 1, 2006.  And flying in on a plane.  A plane.  I showed up in Philadelphia, to this day the least friendly airport I’ve ever navigated.  Ever.  And the two of them picked me up-two slovenly dressed 20-somethings.  The two of them completely lost in their own drama; their own language; a language of a place they and been ( Read more... )

Holy S!  I finally filled my refrigerator!  Witness:

Now, in all fairness, much of this can be attributed to my having recently entertained Amy A, and can be written off as food she purchased for herself and simply left behind.  And there are some empty water jugs in there, too.  But most of it is mine!  Looking at the photo, you’d almost think I ( Read more... )

Your love alone is not enough not enough not enough
When times get tough they get tough they get tough they get tough

Whenever I think of Tampa, I think of feeling childish.  Seriously childish.

The month I spent there last May really worked on that perception in a big way.  A very big way.

I say this as Manic Street Preacher’s Your ( Read more... )

but...

what do i want?
                         what do i want?    what do i want?
                   what do i want?                   what do i want?
             what do i want?                                what do ( Read more... )