I've Seen Things You People Wouldn't Believe

My Father Turns 58 Tomorrow.


My Dad and I have been best friends since before I was born. I know this because he always references and reminds me of things that happened or shows he watched long before I was conceived, so we've been hanging out for a LONG time, since Howdy Doody was on television AT LEAST. See, he knew I was coming so he saved up all these random and sometimes interesting facts about generally everything but with a particular focus on entertainment, the arts and media. He went ahead and built up this wealth of information so that every time we hang out he can turn and smack me on the arm to get my attention so that he might feed me some more fun facts.
I'm pretty sure he started picking me up albums and taping stuff off tv for me before I could talk. There are pictures of me as a toddler eating a block of cheese (my mother's influence) and rocking out to his stereo with headphones on and snot all over my sleeves.
I was really supportive of my Dad's creative endeavors, he created some bed time stories for me surrounding a cat named Mushi and a dog named Bartholomew, we also co-wrote what could have been a breakaway pop hit involving peeing and brushing your teeth.
I have a lot to credit my Father with: I know most Bob Dylan and Neil Young songs, I've seen Blade Runner 3251561231 times, I also have seen most Arnold Schwarzenegger films before he started making bad comedies and family films, I have seen Tori Amos 2x in concert, I have seen most Monty Python and Peter Sellers films, I have read "The Odyssey" and know how to cook a badass steak on the bbq. The list goes on forever.
So I've written this post as an homage or a tribute to my paw, Rob (which incidentally was one of my first words) so that any passerby on the internerd can know how radtacularlyfabuawesome my father is and turn green with envy and curse God for their own drab boring uneventful non-creative parents.
I post this youtube video in dedication to the rapturous life changing event that is my Dad's birthday.


BFF'S

The Spectral Figure of Miss Havisham

I haven't complete my thoughts on "Watchmen" I'm not sure if I ever will. I hastily read most of the book and have left the last two chapters untouched for almost a week now. I have so much to say but I feel as though the moment has passed.
And I've been working on my "Virgin Suicides" paper for my directed study. I know that just about every girl born in or around the 80's loves the film but I believe that so much is missed when people watch it. Reading the book brings so much more to light especially considering how faithful Coppola was to Eugenide's work. There is so much about the psychology of Suburbia, memory, desire, youth, voyeurism, myth, legend, race, religion. I want to write several papers about the film/book but alas I can write only one. Aside from all the layers is Sofia Coppola's brilliant, beautiful, dreamy film making, she definitely is one of my big heroes. I mean who wouldn't adore a woman who has: been in a Sonic Youth video, directed 3 kick ass feature length films, has her own clothing line in Japan, and best of all has her own reasonably priced Sofia Rose wine which can be purchased bottled or canned.





What can I say? Sofia is the reason I get up in the morning.

"We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together. We knew that the girls were our twins, that we all existed in space like animals with identical skins, and that they knew everything about us though we couldn't fathom them at all. We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them." -Jeffrey Eugenides

Just call me June

I think I have seen the face of god.



I don't even know how to describe the moment when your dreams become reality. My best friend in highschool had an old 50's fridge that she used as a wardrobe, it was really cool but if you plugged it in it would leak a funky smell. I never thought you could really have a real functioning fridge! Dream kitchen, you will be mine.

I feel like a basset hound with a hot water bag on his head

Phew, I am so glad I have the perfect picture to depict how I am feeling. My boyfriend has kindly passed on his cold to me. I'm not actually sick yet but I can feel it coming on and that's worse because I'm wondering when it's REALLY going to hit. Plus I can't miss class tomorrow because I skipped my class already this week and that was just to sleep in, figures. I'm also out of television shows to watch so staying home would be joyless and boring and I'd probably have to do homework anyway. I'm being punished because all winter I walked around commenting on how I never get sick and now I'm going to get mine. And because I really NEVER get sick, I'm a huge wuss about mild head colds and I think it's a justification to eat all sorts of shitty food. Ugh, tomorrow is going to be miserable.