the state of things

Although my economist background has clued me into the inevitable coldness that goes along with determining the value of a human life for the purpose of cost benefit analysis, this still feels wrong:

CNN reports that Air France plans to pay relatives of the victims of Flight 447 an initial compensation equivalent to about $24,500, or 17,500 euros, for each victim.

a phase and a lie

in the excitement of learning how to embed videos, i replaced words with moving and talking pictures. it was an easy way to update, the low road if you will, and it led to the lie. i thought i was ready to write, that the words and time would just appear, and i could get into the habit once again. i boldly claimed to be back.

lies.

and i don't know if i'm back now. i have plenty to say. i have drafts sitting around, collecting virtual dust, losing real meaning. i have stories to tell about speakeasies, a wedding, inaug. but i'm missing something. time? motivation? a book deal? okay, kidding, but really, when do thoughts, plans, intentions become words on the screen?

the clock starts now.

i'm baa-aack.

ahem, testing...testing...1-2-can anyone hear me? (alternatively, is anyone still reading?) I seem to have fallen off the bandwagon. i could regale you, dear readers (read: mom), with the sorry excuses i have for not posting in eleventy billion years but i don't really have a single good one. suffice it to say: work has been busy, i have moved, and it is summer- i'm mostly outside during recess. forgive me.

but! in order to make it up to you, i have a gem. nay, not just any gem, a diamond in the rough (rough-rough-rough*). i trust that you all remember david hasselhoff of knight rider and baywatch fame (not to mention his recent exploits in musical theatre- i may or may not have seen him play roger de bris- the flamboyant director in drag- in the producers. in las vegas.) well, of course he became a sensation on the german pop scene. and of course, he made this video:



you can thank me later**.

*first one to correctly name that film in the comments wins my undying love and respect.
**and byt's vintage video of the day.

awesome.

i do not like it cosí

let me start off by saying, i am not a hugi fan of cosi. sure, the signature salad is delicious and the tbm sandwich tastes great, but there is something about the unbelievably poor customer service that really offends me and keeps me from making it a go-to lunch destination. when i do make an exception it always shocks me to see how its crowded with people who don't seem to mind that it takes cashiers 15 minutes to ring up a salad and another 10 to grab the bread that goes with it. today provided a glimpse of the type of people that would frequent such a shockingly serviced locale.

i decided to make an exception to my rule and stop by to get some of that yummy bread to dip into my awesome indian food lunch. again: totally packed. i dutifully went to the back of the (obscenely long) line despite the fact that i just wanted a simple piece of bread. while in line i noticed a women still waiting to get her salad was wearing a skirt very similar to the one my (exceedingly patient) lunchtime companion, the fabulous AD, had on. I then got engrossed in some (highly intellectual and incredibly important) conversation with AD. 10 minutes later we are almost to the front of the line when i see skirt woman make her way toward the cash registers and jump right in to pay. seriously? she just waltzed up there and cut. it wasn't even like she had a friend holding her spot or anything. no, no, she was just a dirty, blatant, unapologetic cutter. where do people learn the nerve to do crap like this? these are the times i wish i was a BAMF and could go up, call her out and send her sorry ass to the very back of the line. too bad i'm just a naive, bright eyed girl from california who for the most part has faith that karma eventually gives cutters, close talkers and people who stand on the left exactly what they deserve.

you're safe this time, cosi cutter, but watch out. in my next life, you are going down.

this artist is the opposite of me

so i'm feeling tired, sick, lazy and just generally unable to think slash write. so instead I will just post this unbelieveable work entitled MUTO* for your enjoyment.




*thanks to the anti dc for sharing this incredible video.

drama kings

so this week has been full of some real gems. mostly boys being idiots at my friends. which makes me a) irrationally angry and b) increasingly pessimistic at the prospects of finding a decent human being that is of the male variety and in my age range (see this article for a glimpse into the world of the twenty-something males of our generation). before you peg me as some stupid girl who has had her heart broken one time too many and must go on a subsequent feminist rant, let me present some evidence. "I am just a placeholder in time for your happiness." first of all, what does that even mean? and secondly, seriously? i did not even know it was possible to say that with a straight face. and then there is the defriender. if you are going to go to the trouble of defriending on the facebook, probs make sure to delete your ex-friend's number from your cell phone so that they don't get an accidental mass text from you a few days later. okthanksbuhbye. and of course who could forget: "love is a rhombus." there are no words.