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Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Long hair, don't care

My life has come full circle - Hanson is now covering T. Swift.


Also, what's the little one in the middle playing?  Is this chair/hand percussion?  Isaac has gotten significantly cuter... he was the old (and by that, 16 year old) gangly lookin' one, right?

I kinda love it, even though I haven't decided if I'm into the original.  Random comebacks, FTW.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Plenty o' Fish

(Source)

A big thank you to Brendan for being the unsolicited but ever-supportive friend.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Spotify is embarassing

I was smart enough to hide my Spotify selections on Facebook - they only appear as visible to me, Thank God - but apparently the little sidebar on the program lists each and every song you listen to all day.  Like when you've selected Latin radio for the last 6 hours of listening enjoyment, and receive the following question:

Max: are you currently DJ-ing a quinceanera?

I assumed Spotify would list maybe the first song that played.  But no, I'm dominating the sidebar like Agador Spartacus.  C'mon, Gloria, let's get out of here.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

But I don't want to

Alyson: yea for sure!!!
i think say yes to everything
unless there is something blatantly wrong with him-- like he is a murderer-- i think you should at least go on the date

What I'd rather be doing...

WHEN I WATCH TWO SEASONS OF
MAD MEN IN ONE WEEKEND




Tuesday, September 4, 2012

August Reads

My pleasure reading ain't wait it used to be.  I basically took a hiatus from high school until the last year or so, with the exception of Twilight and Chelsea Handler books.  But I've been making an effort to read better books when I can (i.e.; this summer, and not again until January) and I made it through two books in my last week of "vacay".


The Girls' Guide to Hunting and Fishing was a super quick collection of short stories about a girl sifting through all the various love advice we ladies receive from childhood on. Chronicling various relationships, their flaws, and the idea that women are supposed to sit back and wait for a man to come to them, when the main character just wants to be funny and act naturally.  It's definitely worth an afternoon.  I especially liked the depiction of women without boyfriends as in their "seahorse" period: "when we were told that we didn't need mates; we were supposed to make ourselves happy just bobbing around in our careers."  Obviously, this is an idea that I can't relate to at all.


I've wanted to read this for years and finally made good on it.  It was at times crass and jarringly violent, but a vivid depiction of multiple generations of Dominican-American culture, struggles, and heartbreak.  I loved the use of Spanglish, even though a lot of it was slang that I had to look up.  A lot of images will stay with me (spring break 2007 in Punta Cana suddenly has a different tinge to it?), and I'll spare you that kind of haunting.  I especially liked the voice of the narrator, almost justifying his urgency and tone throughout: "If you didn't grow up like I did then you don't know, and if you don't know it's probably better you don't judge."  

This was my set up:

This was my soundtrack.  Doesn't do justice for how close the loons were, and there's a hawk flying overhead and dive bombing the loons and their bebe.  (Maybe the dingo ate your baybay?)  
video

Now I'm mourning summer and back to classes tomorrow.