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Monday, March 24, 2008

off to cancun


not me...

i am leaving campus for mexico tomorrow, which inspired me to make a top 10 list of my favorite things about post-spring-break at harvard so i have lovely things to look forward to:

10. Until Kuelli ruined them for me by telling me exactly what was in them and how many calories they have, frozen cappuccinos from the lamont cafe.
9. when TFs let you have class outside
8. free cone day at ben & jerry's
7. jogging by the charles
6. prefrosh weekend
5. arts first weekend
4. wearing cute clothes instead of bundling up
3. skipping class to sit in the eliot courtyard and read
2. the fete
1. midnight walks... Honestly, some of the best memories I have of Harvard involve walking around late at night with no destination in mind. Especially by the Charles.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

kind of obsessed with these videos



Barry got me stuck on watching all these videos from UMich's musical theatre program's Dance workshop. They are all gorgeous and it is watching ish like this that makes me miss dancing and performing. I haven't really performed in anything since sophomore year, which is an incredibly depressing thing to think about. And I can't really imagine having a lot of dance performance opportunities post- college. Tres le sigh. If I could do it all again, I would do everything and nothing differently. I could have done a few more extra-curriculars, no? Probably no.

Anyways, these people are phenom b/c you know they must also be good at singing and they are so versatile.


This one's really good, too. Romaaaaaaantic and cheezy, but the choreo's gorgeous and they actually really capture the essence of each song.

I think the Crimson should write something about post-thesis anxiety. It's also just kind of lonely on campus and yet, I"m still too lazy to get out of bed. I've never been good at the whole relaxing thing.

WHOOOOOOOOOO.

I FINISHED MY THESIS.

i thought that deserved a post to itself.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

yay for ellen page!!


she is adorbs.

"I call myself a feminist when people ask me if I am, and of course I am 'cause it's about equality, so I hope everyone is. You know you're working in a patriarchal society when the word feminist has a weird connotation."
~Ellen Page, in the Washington Post

Monday, March 17, 2008

i have a little doggy, but i don't know how i can carry it.

Thisreminded me more of my mom than anything I've ever seen.

It's crafty. It's knit. It enables you to carry around a tiny little dog. Okay, so I know my mom would say that either a, it's not artistic enough for her; b, it is animal cruelty to carry dogs around in what looks to be an extremely uncomfortable harness thing, or c, it's just ugly. ( Look in the comments section and see what she says.) But the combination of elements at work here is so her.

Days til thesis bomb is dropped: 3.
Days til I will be sitting on the beach in Cancun: 7.
Days til I have a job: Hopefully fewer than I think.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

love/hate

this shirt is cray-cray:

First, I just stared at it for a while and was like 'So? They photoshopped the mirror picture" b/c I am stupid and my brain is fried from sitting in front of my computer... Ha. I have done little to no work this weekend. Okay, back to "work."

Friday, March 14, 2008

tv rots your brain


This is horrifying and frightening. I am so glad I was raised by a young mom who let me dress myself in my own horrifying and frightening choices. Can you even imagine who these children are and who they're going to grow up to be? Reminds me of the Motherboy episode of Arrested Development.

Speaking of television, last night's episode of Lost made me cry. For a ridiculous and probably accurate theory on the entirety of Lost, go here.

Also on the topic of television, check out these new America's Next Top Model dolls:

So correct me if I'm wrong, but the one on the right looks Asian, no? Which is funny considering there have been 1 1/2 (East) Asians in the entire 10 cycles of Project Runway (and only like 2 South Asians besides that). That's out of 130 girls. One of the two (the half-asian one, obvs) was fierce, in the words of Christian Siriano, and one of whom was a total idiot. Like more of an idiot than most of the girls on that show. I mean, on Project Runway, there were Asian models in the fashion week shows and there are Asian models in Vogue and Elle. And Tyra makes SUCH an effort to be "diverse" in terms of black and white girls and in terms of making sure the winners switch off between black and white. But WHERE THE EFF are any Asian people on that show? I know this is not like a HUGE DEAL, but I'm just adding it to my list of grievances with Tyra Banks, who I'm pretty sure is the Anti-Christ. Okay, she is a human being who probably googles herself on a minute-ly basis so maybe it's not fair of me to say that, but really, put some Mothereffing Asian girls on your show. Or at the very least, don't pretend you have Asian girls on your show by making an Asian-looking ethnically-ambiguous doll when 99% of the girls on your show are BLACK OR WHITE. (this is not statistically accurate, but i'm sick of statistics b/c of my T-word.)

Thursday, March 13, 2008

gergenfloss

someecards speaks the words my heart can't say. or does say.


anywizzle dizzles, one week left. now that my midterms and papers are done, everything seems far more manageable although i'd still rather be curled up in the fetal position than at my computer.

and one sent from mamram:


I don't really get what's so disturbing about Laughterbirth or No Poon Intended, Harvard's 2nd best all-female improv group.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeems

To anyone who saw me today, I apologize if I have become too stressed to deal. This thesis thing is causing me to stress academically in a way I haven't since high school.

Moderately emo song of the day: So Desperate by the Mountain Goats

sometimes I think my body starts physically and emotionally breaking down as a way of telling me I need to slow down. It's not fair. I have a schedule. Everything else gets in the way of that.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

the other c.s. lewis


In re: my post on creepy looking girls...

Collegehumor.com writes about Charlotte from Lost: "She's also a little too attractive to be so smart." First of all, fuck you. Not all smart girls are ugly. Second of all, she is neither that smart nor that attractive. Ok, she might be smart. But she is definitely not attractive. She is overly pale and creepster city. Third of all, it's a TV show, let alone one where there are polar bears on a magical hidden time-traveling island. There are literally a hundred things wrong with that sentence. That's right, 100. Literally. I dare you to find them all. The first person to do so wins a prize.

Look at her picture again. Now look at a picture of Willow from BTVS as a vampire.

Tell me that is not what Charlotte looks like. Too pretty to be smart? S my D, collegehumor. For a website that prides yourself on such witty comedic gold as "Pretty Blonde Sorority Chick of the Week" and "8 Funniest Outdated Chapelle's Show References," that is just beneath you. (No offense to my two favorite contributors to collegehumor.)

thesis countdown: 8 days. my eyeballs are bleeding and my brain feels like someone took a poo inside my head. is that gross? sorry. anyone want to proofread 80 pages on improv for me?

ladies and rocks



the new issue of vanity fair, sent to me by everyone and their mom (as well as my mom, who i suppose is already included) is phenomnom. amazingu

Ladies and Gentlemen We are Sitting Here Listening to this Recording is an uber-lovelies blog with daily music links, pop culture commentary, and all things that are good. Here, they talk about how science proves it's okay for women to be jezebellian.

Finally, Boinkology tells you why you should not date bloggers. Cough cough.

My mom's advice for the day: "You should date a rock."



merg, too much work to do. life is easier when it's just berryline study breaks and lying in bed.

a song worth listening to recommended to me by sarah: I'm Going to Stop Pretending I Didn't Break Your Heart by The Eels

Sunday, March 9, 2008

omg of the day

I have no idea how this thing works but it's amazing.


"Magic" Digital Video Brush - These bloopers are hilarious

I want one.

Remember when I used to know how to work without wasting my life away? Me neither.

animated gifs to make your sunday less sucky

when i'm with you baby, i go out of my head


i just can't get enough


i just can't get enough

Friday, March 7, 2008

A baby doing pilates!!



Meanwhile, i can't even get out of bed before noon. That baby's abs are probly killer.

the importance of having eyebrows

Recently, I think I am more shallow. Or else more irritable. I have been struck by a phenomenon in which I get annoyed because people are weird-looking. Like I can't look at them. Here are three people whose faces I don't like looking at.


Charlotte Staples Lewis from Lost Where are her eyebrows?


Harper from Lost She looks like one of the vampires from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Her eyebrows are like way up in the air and she was one of those little bumps on her face covered by concealer that Sarah Jessica Parker has. How distracting is it when you're trying to learn about orgasms, relationships, and life in the big city and all you can see is SJP's moley thing? (This is where it's important to imagine me typing the end of that question SATC style.)


Anya from America's Next Top Model Again, with the no eyebrows. She looks like albino Celine Dion with medusa eyes and some kind of elvis lip problem. I can't find a non-posed picture of her but she is even scarier when she's just standing around. Like some kind of horrible little nymph who'll steal your soul.

Moral of the story: Have eyebrows. Normal ones. That is all.

porn porn porn (will that make you read this?)

Yesterday Barry and I went to the RUS dessert discussion on feminism and pornography.
(Parenthetical quote:
Me: I'm just going for the desserts. I don't actually like feminism or pornography.
Sam Linden: You like both of those things.
Me: Oh, right.)
It was kuh-razy. Diamond magazine founder Matt di Pasquale was on hand to explain how his "Maxim for Harvard" style magazine is going to be kinda sorta feminist, but definitely hot. It was a bizarre clash of cultures, which doesn't happen often enough at Harvard because besides being in a Harvard bubble, everyone is also encased in their own bubbles of extracurric involvement. For example, RUS people had to explain to diPasquale what feminism was and diPasquale had to explain to RUS people what Maxim was(or at least what Maxim-style nudity is, which gave diPasquale a chance to use the phrase "bra and panties," which made something inside me shrivel. it may have been one of my fallopian tubes, i'm not quite sure). The problem is that sometimes I'm not sure whether anybody walks away from these things knowing or thinking anything new because people are so stubborn going into it. Meanwhile, I walked away from it about half an hour early because Lost was on, so what do I know?

Syllabus of reading for today:
~girls are actually funny after all. who knew?
~why people love Leno

Also, it's really important that you readmy interview with former Daily Show/Colbert Report exec producer Ben Karlin, which I got to do for the Crimson's FM this week. Huzzah huzzah.

Finally finally, I want Gossip Geek to put me on their blogroll. How do I make that happen??? Nelson says I need to do something super-controversial so I'm thinking of taking some old sexandtheivy posts, adding a dash of megan mccafferty novel, and un pinchito of widener sex craigslist post and making a big old ATTENTION MIX 'EM UP. it's not plagiarism if it's a mix-em-up, is it?

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Mamram and I had a contest to see who could make themselves cry first. Obviously, I won. A better contest would have been to see who could keep themselves from crying the longest. I would lose that one.

Then, I made a vagina out of my napkin. I think that I have found my new calling as an erotic origamist.


One midterm down, one to go. And a paper. And my thesis, I suppose. But today, our wgs TF made us these pastries which were like advanced coconut congo bars. I could not even identify all of the ingredients. They had like... coconut, pecans, caramel chips, chocolate chips, peanut butter, granola, chunks of white chocolate... totally out of control.

The more I look/listen to/have to deal with Tyra Banks, the more she makes me want to die. How she got Clinton, Obama, and Edwards to all appear on her show is beyond me. BEYOND ME. She is psychotic. She made Edwards eat Wendy's for zero reason. And then asked him if he was embarassed. And he said yes. Obviously. Also, Obama and Clinton both did spots for Us Weekly. Have they not read US Weekly? Just because they're younger and it's like this crazy new race where there's a woman and a black person running does not mean people need to pander to shitty news sources and drink Wendy's milkshakes with Tyra. Where do you draw the line between a kickass viral video that reaches youth and just being an idiot?

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Happy insert-word-here Day


Happy First-day-where-it-is-slightly-warmer-than-days- before-it-so-everybody-decides-it's-totally-acceptable-to-wear- little-to-no-clothing Day!! In other words, there is a lot of pale, pasty skin and smarmy non-pedicured toes all up in my eyes today.

Other things that today is:
Respectably French Tuesday
National Grammar Day
Petri Tuesday
Rapper Grand Puba's birthday
Butternut Squash Soup day
The only day of the year that is also a command (March Forth.) I stole this from Wikipedia. However, I think any day could be a command if you say it strongly enough.

Enjoy it! Chances are, it'll probably snow again some time in the next year.

Monday, March 3, 2008

i am currently not on fire

Kind of old but worth watching:


Even older but even more worth watching:


Sometimes I am conflicted about my feelings on her. But she's so adorable.

I should probably be more conflicted, but in actuality, am less conflicted about my feelings about people on fire. In movies. Not like actually. The terrible thing is it's actually surprisingly difficult to find pictures of people on fire on the Internet without stumbling upon horribly grotesque pictures of actual people on actual fire. WAHHHHHH. I will spare you those, but if you do watch Scrooged or Nacho Libre or other quality films, there are great moments in which people are all flail-y, arms akimbo, but nobody actually gets hurt. That is important, I think, because I really am pro-people-not-dying. I consider myself kind of a philanthropist when it comes to that.

Intrigued? Play the game.

Sunday, March 2, 2008

sunday bloody sunday


me still in bed at 1 pm

This made me too happy:
BARRY SHAFRIN singing with an ALL-MALE A CAPELLA GROUP a song about the LAMONT CAFE to the tune of ALICIA KEYES' "NO ONE" in a room full of A-LIST CAMPUS CELEBRITIES.

Too many things I love. On the other hand, not every moment can be so soul-crushingly beautiful. Sometimes we have to buckle down and do work. Who am I kidding? This is unlikely to happen at any moment on the immediate horizon, despite the fact that all this talk of "exemptions for senior thesis writers" doesn't seem to apply to me. In other words, I have a paper and two midterms this upcoming week with only 18 days until my thesis is due. Motherlicker. But I hate talk of schoolwork because someone else always has more and it inevitably turns into one of those my life is worse than yours unnecessary fiascos. Good luck with your work, homeskilletbabies. Remember that the time of midnight 70 degree walks and flip flops and iced coffee is just around the corner. Can you smell it?