Archive for February, 2006

Arch Nemesis

February 16, 2006 | Filed under: Food-ay

An open letter to my former friend turned arch nemesis…

I have no recollection of our first meeting. I remember the walks that my grandfather and I would take to see you, but other than that, those first few years remain a mystery. What I do know is that since then, my attraction to you has been more than troublesome. And sadly for you, something that cannot and will not continue.

I will admit, that at first I found our relationship to be quite normal. Our visits were about two to three times a week. Knowing what I know now, I can’t believe I have survived this volatile and unhealthy relationship. As the years went by and I saw what you did to others, I wondered to myself why I hadn’t been warned of your apparent adverse effects. It’s quite scary really and I was wooed by you. I craved you. Hell, I still do sometimes. But on Friday when, in a hurry, I stopped by for a visit, I ended the evening feeling cumbersome and crappy. It was then that I realized that I need to have will power. I need to stand up to you and say no more! You don’t even offer anything for me, I’m only limited to enjoying just one aspect of all that you claim to offer. Why I kept going back is beyond me, but now I know that there will be no more of that.

Our relationship has been going on for almost 20 years. And though at times you have been there for me when I needed you, I’m afraid that this is now over. Though every time I see you-because, let’s face it, you’re everywhere-I will think of our past and will think of my Grandfather and our Saturday evening walks.

I’m sure we will meet again but for now, it is good bye old friend. Mostly because you are no longer my friend and haven’t been for awhile and I’ve been too naive to notice, but instead an enemy, but I promise, I will miss you and often hunger after you.

With Fondness,

Heather B.

Posted by nopasanada @ 10:31 am | 23 Comments

Throes of Hell

February 15, 2006 | Filed under: La Madre

It’s sad that the allure of M-E-T-H-O-D Man can’t be an excuse for the remainder of the week. Sadly my dear friends, I am in a deep dark place where Adobe documents eat up my time and crash my precious hard drive and where I am unable to decide between this necklace and this necklace. Nevermind, I’ve chosen the latter. Compound all of this with the PMS that is the equivalent of sipping on gallons of haterade; and that there is me. My Valentine’s Day resolution-is there such a thing? If not, then I have created something new and wonderful not involving roses and baby’s breath-is to write in actual paragraph form and to contribute more. What I am contributing is for me to know and for you to find out. And having recently discovered the joy-perhaps sorrow, due to increasing procrastination problems-of Google chat, I can now incessantly harass fellow bloggers. Lucky mother fuckers. Speaking of which, my father has recently discovered Google. And subsequently put my name in and found this lovely bit here. But through this, I discovered not only do we share the same favorite movie and giving the finger, but also an intense love of Yellow Tail. Thus further proof that Garrett has been lying when telling me that I’m adopted.

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M-E-T-H-O-D Man

February 14, 2006 | Filed under: La Madre



I think Wu Tang is a perfectly acceptable excuse for why I can’t keep my eyes open right now. All I have to say is that last night I saw grown women do things that I pray they wouldn’t do if there weren’t rappers around. And in the spirit of St. Valentine, I’m sure many of the aforementioned women would’ve given their heart, soul, and breasts (trust me, they definately showed them off) to have Method Man’s babies. If that doesn’t say ‘love’, then I don’t know what does.

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And on the Seventh Day, there was Snow

February 13, 2006 | Filed under: Fotografias, Invierno

View from the Sable; 5th and Independence, SE

I get the feeling that somebody is staring at me…Union Station

Just in case I’m trapped at home for a few days



View from the Sable; Independence and Rayburn House Office Building

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That’ll Teach Ya

February 10, 2006 | Filed under: La Madre

It’s 6:30 on Friday and I’m at my desk.
I didn’t go to the gym this morning because I felt like I got run over by a reindeer Mack Truck
I ate two cupcakes from Cake Love, thinking I’d go to the gym later.
I’ve bitten off all of my cuticles.
My throat hurts.
I want to be drunk right now.
…Lesson learned, get thee to the gym in the AM, lest you want to gain yourself a fat ass because really people, TWO CUPCAKES. Gah.

I leave you with this. We can file it under: Things HB wishes she had written OR Yale Students are so totally more witty than American students OR Funny Shit, HB Dreams of better Satirical Writing.

Global Conflict, here we coooooooooome

CARL WILLIOTT

If you haven’t noticed, there’s a whole lot going down on the international scene — I’m talking Chloe Sevigny on Vincent Gallo in “The Brown Bunny” levels. (Or perhaps you prefer “Monica Lewinsky on Bill Clinton.”)

Many of us don’t understand the implications of a Hamas victory in Palestine, yet we understand the consequences of Marissa Cooper answering her sister’s cell phone when Johnny the Surfer calls it on “The O.C .”

But maybe if we pretend the characters in “The O.C” are actually countries, then we’ll understand what’s going on in the world.

Welcome to the I.R., bitch. This is how it’s done in International Relations:

The part of Ryan Atwood would be America. The USA is new to the scene, really a touching rags-to-riches story. He’s the main character, so the decisions he makes are central to the show. He quickly became a source of power, making him a polarizing figure with the other characters. He may be rich now, but he hasn’t lost his street cred — don’t piss off America, because he’ll fight you quicker than a drunk, hair-gelled Q-packer at Toad’s to prove it. He has a history with France, Iraq and Israel, but we’ll meet them later. First we have to meet his mentor, Sandy, a.k.a Great Britain.

Great Britain is wise, he has been around the block. Consequently, he decided to take USA under his wing, even though most of the other parents hate America. Sometimes USA drags him into trouble, but only because Britain is loyal like a dog. He’s not like the other parents who think pontification solves everything; he leads by doing. Britain enjoys English ale, but sometimes he’ll get a taste of an Irish car bomb.

Seth Cohen is Israel, the Jewish son of Great Britain. America is his best friend and bodyguard, which gets America into lots of trouble because Israel isn’t very popular at school. Sometimes America thinks if he were to drop Israel as a friend, many of America’s I.R. problems would be gone.

The object of America’s affection, Iraq, is Marissa Cooper. For a while, Iraq was stable, at least on the surface. But once she was penetrated by America, everything exploded. Now Iraq is a complete whack job, making everyone and everything around her unstable. She feels that her mom, France, didn’t do enough to protect her. The only person who has been by her side this whole time is America, although he is fed up with her antics.

To make matters worse for Iraq, her little sister, Kaitlin Cooper a.k.a. Iran, is just plain awful. There’s no other way to put it. It wasn’t always this way — she was tight with America and had a nice sibling rivalry going with Iraq. Then puberty turned her into a raging bitch … no, a bastard. If there were ever a girl that could be called a bastard, it is Iran. Immediately after puberty, she went to war with Iraq and began hating Israel and America because she knows if they aren’t around she will wield much more power. Iran is doing everything she can to mess with Iraq, America, Britain, and Israel right now — because she is socially backwards. Iran should think twice before she continues down this path, though, because in due time she will provoke the wrath of America.

Russia (Johnny the Surfer) felt he could give Iraq things that America couldn’t. Unfortunately, he is a lame-ass. The guy brings nothing to the table, so in the battle for Iraq, he lost to America. In fact, he’s basically America’s bitch. He recently stirred things up by getting fresh with Iraq’s sister, completely oblivious that Iran is just using him as a pawn in her devious scheme to rule The I.R.Summer Roberts is Italy. Italy is the beauty who is always there to help out America and Iraq. On the surface, Italy is very different from Israel — they have two completely different backgrounds and religions — but they do have some similarities deep down, which is why they make a good couple.

Kirsten Cohen would be Spain. Spain was very close to Britain, America and Israel, but she went through a rough time — after getting bombed, she withdrew and quit trying to help America’s relationship with Iraq. Spain has been relatively quiet in recent episodes.

Julie Cooper (or France) used to have it all; the Queen of the Parents. Now she lives in a trailer, loathed by all. One thing she hasn’t lost, though, is her arrogance. France hates America because he screwed up Iraq. She will do anything to regain her clout, which includes getting closer with people like Iran and Russia. She has also used Spain’s recent vulnerability to get closer to her.

Taylor Townsend is Saudi Arabia. America and the gang are sort of forced to be friends with Saudi Arabia, but they haven’t forgotten how she backstabbed them. She is probably bipolar — she’ll blow you or blow you away, depending on which Saudi Arabia decides to show up.

Last, but least, we have Canada, originally known as Chilly. Canada is one of the least important characters on the show. His main role is to be the dork everyone laughs at.

I hope this rundown of international relations will help to dispel the “ignorant American” stereotype. (I knew my poli sci major would come in handy some day.)

And if you’re wondering where my vast “O.C.” knowledge comes from, well, my girlfriend gave me a refresher course. Seriously, I don’t Tivo every episode. I don’t wish Sandy Cohen was my dad. I don’t drink every time someone on the show says “Newport” or every time Seth makes a pop culture reference.

I swear.

Carl Williott originally submitted this article as an AmStud paper.

Posted by nopasanada @ 6:34 pm | 8 Comments

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