What's in a name?

It has recently come to my attention that people who that have certain names (John Lennon, Phil Collins, Bob Dylan, Patti Smith etc.) are bound to be famous, almost as if it were programed into their DNA as soon as they were named. Don't let the fact that they have enormous talent escape you but maybe their simple yet flowing name can account for some of it. What is the next name to watch out for? Holly Carol.

I never sneeze

If you ever asked, I would be one of those people who told you I never get sick. After waking up today feeling like a rocket ship was trying to go shoot my throat, I would tell you that this was a rare occasion. So, in a case of awkwardness I will make my best attempts to thwart this temper mental cold starting with a glass of orange juice or cup of tea. I usually make an effort not to take medicine- its always been a hassle. I maintain the belief that if you don't take medicine your cold will either fade away faster or linger on for weeks until you do. I think I will take my chances.

Anyway?

There are times such as now when I ask myself whether I should go to sleep, or push my eyelids open an extra hour. The only way to choose is by looking ahead to the inevitable consequences I will have to deal with in the morning. Do I want to do extra work tomorrow? or wake up even more tired? Its a lose/lose situation either way. As my body says sleep and my mind says work, I think I will settle on an uneasy compromise. Whats another half an hour anyway?

My Top 5 Beatles Songs

1. Rocky Raccoon
2. Octopus's Garden
3. I've Just Seen A Face
4. Carry That Weight
5. All You Need Is Love

It Will Come Crashing Down Like a House of Cards

I often try to split my time up evenly; a half an hour here, a half an hour there. Lately I feel as if I have been doing things half way. Maybe I should be spending full hours on a shorter list. Maybe not...

I felt so loved at the time

Sunday was my birthday.
Yesterday was not my birthday.
Today is not my birthday.
Tomorrow will not be my birthday.

Birthdays suck.

Aw! Your hair looks pretty!

I have a friend who cries every time she gets her hair cut. It doesn't matter whether it is a trim or a total makeover, the prospect of change always upsets her. For years I've had a rocky relationship with my long hair. We've had our ups and downs, and ratty nests. Up until recently, I have appreciated its length, using it almost as a security blanket. Under the proximate stress of classes and life, the devotion to maintaining my long hair has been dwindling down to daily showers and a lifetime's supply of hairbands. Before I started ripping the roots out of my head, I decided to be revolutionary and and chop all of my hair off. Now above the shoulders, my hair is conveniently angled to enhance my features while pulling off a cute and stylish look. Or so says my hair dresser...

While I have adjusted to the transition of long to short hair rather quickly, my friends seem to be a bit hung up. Everyday someone feels the need to come up to me and inform me that my hair has been cut. I think if I hear it enough times, the announcement will start to surprise me.

An Applied Quote

I'm right and you're wrong. I'm big and you're small. And there is nothing you can do about it.

Carvel Ice Cream Cakes

Some people eat only the chocolate side, some the vanilla. Heck, some people love the icing the most. As for myself? The cookie crunch center has always been my vice.

The Tower is Melting

Today I spent the day running around a park, pretending to be a princess. There was also an alligator thrown into the mix somewhere along the way.

October

After talking with my friend Em, I decided I would make her a playlist for every season starting with October (the season being fall). I proceeded to scour my Itunes and came up with this group of melancholy songs.

1.) Wake Up- Arcade Fire
2.) Mr. Grieves- Pixies
3.) Cross Your Fingers- Laura Marling
4.) Bad Man's World- Jenny Lewis
5.) Tragedy- JayMay
6.) By The Time The Sun's Gone Down- Langhorne Slim
7.) I Bleed- Pixies
8.) Dead Flowers- Rolling Stones
9.) Helpless- Patti Smith
10.) Oh Lonesome Me- M. Ward
11.) Warwick Avenue- Duffy
12.) A Widow's Toast- Neko Case
13.) Where Do My Bluebird Fly- The Tallest Man On Earth
14.) Tenuousness- Andrew Bird
15.) Creature Fear- Bon Iver
16.) Change Is Hard- She & Him
17.) 24- Emmy the Great
18.) Night Terror- Laura Marling

You Ran Out Of Baguettes?!?

When I was little I used to be obsessed with Panera Bread. I'm talking about the "I wanna have my birthday dinner at Panera" obsessed. Over the years, my love has trickled down to a sheer like. I now go to Panera occasionally, tonight being one of those nights.
After the realization that Panera does not have the best french onion soup in the world (mediocre at best) and the ending of free bread samples (ya know, by the door), it has plateaued to being a "dependable restaurant". I always know what I am getting there (a you-pick-two with a sandwich and salad, apple on the side), I don't expect anything more or less. Depending on how crowded the joint is, I may be surprised with a little fuller salad but other than that, it doesn't exceed expectations. I have only once been disappointed with a meal there- when they changed the bread for my favorite sandwich. Not too bad for a decently priced, semi-fast food restaurant.

Excitement x 10^3

I am super excited for fall movies... they look wonderful... Drew Barrymore has upped her cool factor... Monsters are finally in... John Keats's is life is apparently interesting... what can be better than that?

Sufficient Ways To Slack Off

1. Write a blog
2. Make shadow puppets on the wall
3. Continuously snack
4. Surf music on the Internet
5. Text random people
6. Doodle
7. Stare at the wall
8. Make playlists

If you keep up the hard work, you might not be done until tomorrow!

Summer Rain

http://www.myspace.com/annaternheim

Spine-tingling

I Am Indecisive

I wish I'm hot when I'm cold. I wish I'm cold when I'm hot. I wish I'm awake when I'm asleep. I wish I'm asleep when I'm awake.

New

Go on to any news site, CNN, Time, Wall Street Journal, NY Times, and they all say the same things. This is crap. Either we all need new news or new writers.

A Marathon of Events

I don't know how many movies you have to watch to officially count as a marathon but 3 is my minimum. In honor of Patrick Swayze, I decided to have a movie marathon... of Patrick Swayze.
The movie lineup proceeded as:
1.) Break Point- Rugged bad guy surfer Swayze. Not Keanu Reeves's best movie.
2.) Youngblood- Another one with Reeves but Rob Lowe plays a much better pretty boy. I'm not much of a fan of sports movies but I made this one an exception for the night.
3.) Dirty Dancing- Gotta love a guy who can dance the pachanga. Jennifer Gray pre nose job.

I should of watched Ghost...

An Alternative Lifestyle

Eating a peanut butter sandwich may seem like a time saving alternative to lunch but it inexplicably has a few adverse side effects. Heading towards my fifth day in a row of peanut butter lunch madness, I have come to a few conclusions.

1.) Nausea- Normally a peanut butter lover, by the time the third day rolls around, the thought of another sandwich could make a sea captain nauseous.

2.) Cravings- You eat your lunch slowly, disdain filled in every bite. As you swallow, you dream of other things like a panini, hot soup, or even jello.

3.) Mood Swings- While it may not happen on the first day, or even the second, a pool a bad feelings begin to bubble inside of you. Grumpiness sticks you like peanut butter on the roof of your mouth and it may take all day to wear away.

While living a peanut butter life style may sound like being pregnant, I can assure you, it's not. My advice? Stick to eating peanut butter sandwiches occasionally to avoid said side effects. Or if you are feeling crazy, throw in a few slices of bananas or apples, or maybe both. Both options can adhere to your love of peanut butter without overdoing it.

Why Yes, You Are In Charge

Her black stilettos click across the linoleum floors. Every time one of those hourglass heals come down, another second seems to coast by. As she passes, you roll your eyes- behind her, inconspicuous but still alert. She looks back; you smirk. It is when she takes another glance, you realize how hard she tries.

It Was Good

Today for lunch I ate an eggplant panini. It was good.

An Unexpected Accomplishment

Now that my dear summer is finally over and I am back to my same old tiring routine, I decided to do a silent recap of my vacation during classes. By far, one of the most exciting realities I came across was that I had worn socks only 4 days this whole summer. Congrats to me! I think I will shoot for three next summer.

Waking Up Early Makes Me Grumpy

There comes a time during the middle of the summer that I actually have the urge to go to school and socialize with people who I mostly don't like. The feeling doesn't last long and is usually a symptom of boredom or loneliness. Now at the start of school, that urge isn't even the faintest glimmer in my eye. Welcome back.

rest well E.N.

Take Out, Eat In

Today I ate a spinach mushroom pizza while watching Annie Hall. Today was a good day.

Advise

A few weeks ago, I made my way up to the Met for some casual touring. Never having been there before, I made sure my camera was fully charged and free of any surplus pictures that might take up any extra camera space. Every picture is precious when going to a museum. Starting at the large stone stair case, leading to the entrance, I started snapping my camera away at everything and anything. The real adventure however, started when I made my way into the Greek and Roman exhibit. Needless to say, I went picture happy and by the time I had ventured to every corner of the museum, I had not room for one more photo.

My style of touring has been and will probably always be, take as many pictures as possible so I can relive the experience again when I review my gallery. I never gave much thought to my weird habits and those of others until some hair-brained woman started talking to me about one particular painting. It wasn't a long conversation for we were both in a hurry to move on, or perhaps, to get away from each other.

"Wanna know how to see if a museum is any good or not?"

"Er, sure?"

"Go around and take as many pictures of dogs as you can find and then when you go home you can see if you had a good day or not."

"Uhuh"


I think it is safe to say that I will be sticking to my own methods from now on.


(a quick shot while on the move)

Life Support

My flip flops are sprouting life; white, fuzzy, moldy life.

Its a Blustery Day

I feel the winds a changin and the last remnants of summer fleeting the air. I'm pulling out my autumn jackets and packing away my worn shorts for the start of another season . I think I'm falling for fall.

welcome, welcome

Hello September

The hobbit, Billy Bibbit, ribbits all day with the frogs in the swamp where him and his hobbit wife live.

Crane Count

I am starting a new project- to create 1000 paper cranes. The project is meticulous as monotonous but strangely satisfying. I don't know if I will give myself a time limit but I think I want to just trickle about this. No pressure, just paper. If everything goes right, I might just get a wish.


Crane Count: 15

Anne > Meredith

Anne Curry is a significantly better Today host than Meredith Vieira.

I Thought We Were Playing Rugby

Possibly the worst game of professional soccer ever played took place at the Meadowlands earlier today. I was proud to be watching these esteemed role models show off their knowledge of the basic rules to the young generation in the stands. Possibly the highlight of the game was watching a Dallas player actually try and catch the ball in the air. I can't imagine what he was thinking. Maybe he just got mixed up and forgot which sport he was playing.

"I'm gonna have half of the pork roll and cheese sandwhich. Wait, I think there is egg on it!"

"But I thought it was just pork roll and cheese."

"Then what is this big yellow thing on it?"

"Uh, Cheese?"

I Love Lucy

Sometimes when I am alone, I like to put a bandanna in my hair and just clean. It makes me feel like a 50's housewife or Lucille Ball. Both are good.

Say, What's Your Name?

I accompanied my mother to the radiologist's the other day, only to find myself staring lazily around the room. The office felt like a senior citizen's home had been raided, doused in a whirlwind of macabre, potpourri, and flowery wallpaper. The variations of floral decor gave it a homely feel, but the sterile quietness let it retain the doctorish vibe. I thought it was a good compromise.
I didn't think I looked particularly approachable just sitting there, but apparently others did. The bell over the door rang and a grandmother, man and his daughter walked in. The young girl maybe 7 or 8 was bouncy and vivacious. She was missing her two front teeth and her hair was pulled into two pigtails.
Her father introduced her to me as Mistina, but to call her Misty.
Being polite I introduced myself, almost telling them a different name just for the fun of it. I imagined myself being Abigail for a day, or maybe Claudia. That could make things interesting.

6th Sense

It has been said that animals can sense storms and other natural occurrences. For years, my dog Hailey has been my own little forecaster, retreating to the tiniest corner she can fit into whenever a storm is on the prowl. Of course, she does the same for fireworks- but it's easy to tell the difference. Lately her shelter of choice has been the shower tub. I don't know what is funnier to watch, her in the tub or tip-toeing into it. If dogs can tip-toe, this one can.



Hailey has always had a chummy relationship with tubs. When she was a puppy and not yet house-broken, she would go and pee in the tub at night. I was certainly glad of it, cleaning the carpet is a pain. I can't say for sure if the tub is the most comfortable spot but it seems to sedate her. I wonder where her next hide-out will be.

You Say You Want A Revival

Amid the flying frenzy of the of the [relatively] new Woodstock revival, I found this contradicting article. It made me giggle.

http://www.newsweek.com/id/211496?GT1=43002

Just An Observation

The train station reminds me of the New York Stock Exchange. People are lined up all over watching a few microscopic screens, waiting for their track to be announced. When the screen changes, it is like someone won the lottery. There is a mad stampede to said gate with plenty of pushing and crushed toes. Of course, the only winners are the ones that actaully get the seats.

Something's Fishy

The beach and I have a love/hate relationship. For as much love I adorn the water, I hold the same contempt for the sand. Chills run down my spine as soon as the sand touches my toes and it seems to say in my hair for weeks. It clings to your skin like leeches, needing a scratchy towel to finally rub it all off. I'd much rather a nice green pasture that slowly transitioned into water, or better yet, drop me off in the middle of the ocean- I'd like that.

A well-built young man in his twenties pounces on an unseen object in the middle of a grassy store front. After lazy smile and an adjust of his swim trunks, he crouches and pounces again. A small white butterfly just escapes his grasp and flutters out into the street. I wonder about the man's intrigue in the insignificant insect. He pushes his floppy blond hair out of his eyes and jumps over the fence and into the street. As I take a quick look back, I can still see the man dancing with his butterfly in the middle of traffic, not yet reaching his goal. Or is he?

After arriving home from the beach, a sort of sedation seeps into my body. It starts in my limbs, travels to my eyes and and ends in my spine. My skin and hair feel rougher than normal and emit a salty aroma. It is a nostalgic smell that makes me even more tired. My young cousin says I smell like fish.

Penpal de John Hughes

This has to be one of the absolute coolest things in the entire world. It is inspiring.

http://wellknowwhenwegetthere.blogspot.com/2009/08/sincerely-john-hughes.html

Rest Well John Hughes

It's The Sign Of The Devil!

http://www.optimum.net/News/AP/Article?articleId=594165

One Large Popcorn Please

Watching someone choose their seats in a movie theater is sort of like watching them figure out a particularly hard riddle. First they stop right at the entrance, blocking any other movie goers. Then a quizzical expression washes over their face, their brows knit together and their heads cock to the side. Some people have a dumbfounded look while others just look plain upset. Myself, I never really give much thought to it. I usually take a seat next to whatever or whoever- as long as it is a good view.
I went to see Harry Potter tonight, of which did not disappoint. It had more of a comedic edge to it than the previous HP movies but I seemed to do more laughing at the audience than at the movie. Every film that you go to has to have the same staple members of the audience.

The Old Couple- Probably forced to see the movie by their spoiled grandkids, they whisper things like "crazy liberals" during the previews and watch the movie with a permanent frown on their faces. Of course, when they leave the theater they are going to love the movie. What else would they tell their grandkids?

The Young Couple- Most likely on their first date. They usually have the loud, genuine conversations about the previews, but then you don't hear a peep from them the rest of the movie. You can sometimes catch them staying behind until the credits are done just to see if there are any bonus scenes.

The Lone Man- An avid reader of the book, and has the most critical eye of the audience. These are the guys that laugh at the quiet, most random times with a jolly, Santa-like chuckle or a deep hyena laugh. They always have a gigantic tub of popcorn that could feed a family of six and sometimes give you the creeps.

The Herds of Pre/Teen Girls- This is probably the third time they've seen the movie because they have to see it with all of their friends. Even so, they still feel the need to talk throughout the whole film and scream the loudest at the surprising parts. They will most likely giggle and rant about how "cute" or "pretty" the actors are; to the annoyance of the other people sitting in close proximity to them. They will also whisper stuff like "so awkward" during the truly awkward parts of the movie, to which deserve a chuckle from the rest of the audience (we're all thinking the same thing).

Everybody Dance!

I envy the boy in the check pants- not only are his pants awesome, but so are his dancing moves and his infallible interest in Paul's guitar. He probably got to touch it.

Pineapple whattt?

Pineapple Cake!


Its easy. Its delicious. Its the best damn pineapple cake you'll ever eat.

Ingredients:
1 box of vanilla cake mix
1 can of pineapple pureed

Directions:
Combine cake mix and pureed pineapple
Mix it
Pour it
Cook accordingly
Eat

I finally got my new camera up and running! Here's the first picture to christen the purchase.

Mango Splash

Sometimes I like to go to Costco and try all the free food samples. Most of the time I give in and end up buying at least one of the them. On my recent escapade, Costco had a David's Cookies stand up. The stand, deceiving as it may be, was actually giving out samples of pies.
All the better. I like pies better than cookies anyway.
Out of the different array of pies they had on display, I choose to try the Mango Splash. Turns out, it was the best mango pie I ever had.

When I Should Be Sleeping

On rare occasions, I find myself watching the 700 Club or other late night paid programing on TV. I never specifically tune into the shows but rather, its just a show I transition into watching and am too lazy to change the channel. Most of the the time I'm usually involved in a painting, a book, or some other sort of work.
About half way through the program, I actually become aware of what I'm watching and immediately feel the need to change the channel. These shows, whether they are talking about religion or feeding the children always give me an awkward feeling, a sort of pity for them (the people on the TV) and a pity for me (because I never do anything about my pity). One day I will work up the audacity to finally change the channel.

Doctor Please

Do doctors make very good patients? I can only imagine the doctor contradicting his own doctor's diagnosis.

"Well Doctor Smith, It seems that you have swimmer's ear. If you take some ear drops for about a week or so, you'll be as healthy as a horse in no time."

"Actually doctor, I believe I have an inner ear infection. I did some tests back in my own office. Prescribed antibiotics seems like the appropriate course of treatment."

In My Dreams

http://www.myspace.com/eels

Not only is the song beautiful, but the video is too. There's something about the colors and the lighting that keeps me mesmerized.

Will They Be Serving Drinks?

During the summer, I volunteer at the library a few nights a week. Recently we have been preparing for a grand Harry Potter extravaganza for the elementary school kids. One of our strenuous duties tonight was calling all of the families that signed up and reminding them of the time, date and such. It was a hard task given that we did not know how to answer any of the parents' questions; we were just reading off a script and had no clue about any of the details of the night. During our break, a few of the other staff got together to share funny stories about how our mission went. The funniest call, hands down, went something like this:

"Hello, I'm calling from the library to remind you that you've signed your child up for the Harry Potter night...When you arrive please bring your form you received after you signed up... "
"Wait! What if we don't have a form?"
"Sir, everyone was given a form."
"Well, what if I lost it."
"Uh, maybe you should find it."
...
"Er, Okay. Oh and will they be serving drinks?"
"Excuse me?"
"You know, like beer."
"Um, I'm sorry but this is a children's program. They will not be serving alcoholic drinks at the library."
"Oh okay. Thanks"
...

Boundaries Are For The Healthy

I was walking out of the mall when an incredibly inexpensive pillow caught my eye. I stopped to look at it. It was one of those sales that though the product itself wasn't the greatest of quality, the price was just too good not to pass up.
While I was busy debating about it, the bathroom door swung open and a sturdy old lady waddled out. She was wearing baggy black clothes and her wrinkles were like deep crevasses on her face. I think they even had their own shadows. While passing she whispered incoherently to me something about being sick.
Wondering what she could be talking about, I looked back to the restroom she came out of; it was the men's room. Confused, I looked around for the women's restroom, which turns out, was only a few feet away. Yep, she was definitely in the men's room. I looked back to the old lady, who was now leaving the store. I decided I didn't really want the pillow.

Revelations

You know you are truly close with someone when you can comfortably say, "Ew, this is disgusting! Try it!"

Shark Attack

Driving my younger brother home from the beach, I overheard his conversation with our mom.

"Hey Mom."
"Hi hun, how was your day?"
"It was good, we went to the beach with Uncle Mitch."
"Did you go to the one near his old house?"
"Yeah. I got attacked by a shark today too."
"Did you?"
"Yeah. I got attacked by a shark named Mitch."

Library Encounter

Yesterday afternoon, I was in the library researching the availability of a few books I wanted to read. A father and his disinterested teenage daughter sat down in the chairs next to me. He typed in a book on the computer and then he left again with his daughter in tow. After they had been gone for a few minutes, I took a peek at the book he had been trying to find (he left the search page up). Turns out it was "How to Win Friends and Influence People".
I wondered if the book was for the man or his daughter.

Oh The Ricey Goodness

I love mochi.

I really love mochi.

Farmer's Market

I was at the local farmer's market this morning buying a blueberry bush. As I was paying for my new bush, a priest walked up behind me with a cane in each hand. He looked like he had just returned from the local Renaissance Festival, wearing old brown tweed robes and an aged gold cross dangling from his neck.
The priest came with no money and no intentions of purchasing anything.
The farmer asked the priest if he planned on returning next Sunday (as they were only open Sundays) and the priest said that he'd try, but he is very busy. He proceeded to tell us his weekly schedule, he works seven days a week and most of the time two shifts a day. I politely excused myself before he went into anymore detail. I had to take my blueberry bush home.

Vocab Lesson #2

Vacation:

a respite or a time of respite from something : intermission
a scheduled period during which activity (as of a court or school) is suspended
a period of exemption from work granted to an employee
a period spent away from home or business in travel or recreation
an act or an instance of vacating

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Key Lime Pie Is Positively Wonderful

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The Thoughts of Coconuts and Rum

One philosophy I have learned to love is that of Jimmy Buffett. You don't have to be a fan of his music or the man himself. It is his way of life I have grown to respect; relax and go with the flow. Ever since his first Cd came out, my father has tried to instill these life lessons in my head. I don't think I have really fully understood them now.

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I Am Leaving

I found myself staring out of the window of an Amtrak train, departing NYC and gazing at a series of rivers and tributaries. Despite the muddy coloring of the water, one could consider the surrounding foliage beautiful. I then looked down at my Ipod and noticed the song, I am Leaving by Blue Roses (Laura Groves) was playing. I started to feel a moment come on, in between the song and the geography around me. The train however approached a run down, vacant building covered with uncreative graffiti. Largest of all were the words "Suck it" scrawled across the building in large, red, chicken-scratch letters. The moment was gone.


http://www.myspace.com/musicofblueroses

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An Account Of A Day's Activities

After walking the streets of New York City, my father and I went to an Italian restaurant for a relaxing lunch. Upon entering the restaurant, I couldn't help but notice an abundance of seniors dining. One particularly stout lady stood out in my mind. It looked like that gravity affected her more than others.
It wasn't enough that the room was packed with old folk, but it seemed that they were grouped in a herd, all dining on either Chicken Parmesan or Raviolis. The food was good but the waiters' lack of attention was annoying. I think it was because one of their older costumers might have caused a riot if they weren't served on demand. Maybe I'm just another naive youth. You know we all suffer from the same disease, naivete.
Just as they dined in a herd, they left in one. My father, the man I get my sense of humor from, leaned into my ear and whispered, "Its the old people on parade. They don't move very fast but they sure are colorful." I tried to choke back a laugh but failed. It was too true.
Soon after, we left the restaurant humming Pink Elephants On Parade (think dumbo). I very much enjoyed that lunch.

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Greatest Idea Ever

Wait to watch season finales until the next season. That way, you don't have to wait all summer to find out what happens. Just thinking about the suspense can make you crazy. Not that I think about it all summer...

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Sometimes It Isn't All Bad

Top 10 (Non)Activities To Do When Sick

1. Eat Ramon Noodles all day (preferably beef flavor)
2. Watch an Enchanted marathon
3. Quote every line from Enchanted
4. Watch any other Disney movie available
5. Eat a whole bag of Cool Creamy Strawberry Halls Breezers
6. Read 20 year-old National Geographics
7. Laugh over 20 year-old advertisements
8. Naps (in 1 hour intervals)
9. Gain sympathy from whoever walks into the room
10. Watch old, nonsensical sitcoms while swathed in blankets

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Oh Those Mid-Western Whales

http://www.cites.org/eng/resources/transport/mm4.shtml

So that is how they all got to Kansas...



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Dirty Little Monster

While waiting in my car to make a left-hand turn, a gigantic monster truck races past me. Not only was it the biggest car (more accurately, truck) I have ever seen but it was also the dirtiest. Every inch of it, except for the windshield, was encrusted in a terracotta colored mud. It almost reminded me of a car from the Flintstones, with wheels made of huge stone boulders.
After a few seconds of holding up traffic, I uttered only one word, "Damn".

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Andrew Bird

Just bought Andrew Bird's new cd at your local Starbucks.
Highly Recommended!


http://www.myspace.com/andrewbird

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Get Your Swagger On

A young boy runs up to his slightly fatigued father, who had just gotten home from a his standard 9 hour work day.
"Hey Dad, you like my new pants?" He stuck out his leg, showing off his cleanly pressed, white and grey plaid pants.
"Yeah bud, they're cool. Ya lookin sharp."
Satisfied, the boy gives him an appreciative smile and continues to walk down the hall.

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I'll have a Green Tea Frappaccino...tall please...

Perhaps they are god's give to man kind...

http://ezinearticles.com/?Starbucks-Green-Tea-Frappachinos,-Can-They-Prevent-Cancer?&id=66641

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Vocab Lesson #1

Surprise:

to attack unexpectedly
to capture by an unexpected attack
to take unawares
to detect or elicit by a taking unawares
to strike with wonder or amazement especially because unexpected intransitive verb
to cause astonishment or surprise

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How Can You Not Love Chalk?

Not only is it wonderfully fun but it can keep you entertained for hours! If you mess up, no worries! Just wait until the next storm rolls in (or grab the hose if its really bad) and start new!



Sidewalk chalk is usually made of colored calcium sulfate but you can also make it at home.

Ingredients:
1 cup Plaster of Paris
1/2 cup of water
powdered tempera paint
Something to use as a mold
Directions:
Mix the water, Plaster of Paris and powdered tempera paint. The more tempera paint you add, the deeper the color of the chalk will be. Then pour the mixture into your mold. Let dry for about 24 hours.
http://www.thriftyfun.com/

For some more chalk masterpieces, look up Julian Beever and Kurt Wenner.

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Nicolas Flamel

Name sound familiar? Most recently known as the creater of a very special stone in Harry Potter, Nicolas Flamel has been gracing us with his immortal presence for centuries (literally).

First Born in 1330, Flamel was known as an alchemist/manuscript-seller, best known for his work on the Philosopher's Stone. Legend has it that he is still alive today. Even now, after biographies, cds, novels, video games and movies have been made, Flamel is still worming his way into the hearts of millions. You go Nick! Way to keep on truckin!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicolas_Flamel

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Post 1

I am AB. This is Post 1.
Make yourself at home.