Random books I dig and the last lines from these books...

"A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me."

"For now he knew what Shalimark knew: If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it."

"Oh do it, do it, you motherfuckers, do it do it you fuckers finally, finally finally."

"The moon high up and small. High up and small.
Perfect like a flower. Or an oracle. Something
Completely understood. But unspeakable."

"They go their own encoded way
Like any confused human beings."

"Today is gone. Today was fun.
Tomorrow is another one.
Every day,
from here to there,
funny things are everywhere."

"April 27. Old father, old artificer, stand me now and ever in good stead."

"Then there was only the ocean and the sky and the figure of Howard Roark."

"He says, Helen says, whoever says, 'How about we just kill them the old-fashioned way?'
Now this is my life."

"Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody."

"And when at last he was inside again he composed himself soberly to await the morning sun."

"I could not fully see what lay about me, but still, I knew it was there, abundant, breathing, and calm."

"It's mine, it's mine at last...
What do I search for now?"

Two ever so random and important nicknames left off of the list yesterday: Cheesefeet and Miss Toe Sucker.

Random question of the day:
If Toucan Sam was involved in a streetfight with the Trix Rabbit, who would win and why?

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Random poll results:
And so there you have it folks. The people say Eleven and I are shagging, 66.67% of the people to be exact, and thus, it must be so.
"And the people said, 'Let there be Entertainment Weekly." And there was Entertainment Weekly.
The people said, "Let there be Michael Jackson." And lo, there was Michael Jackson.
The people said, "Let there be a marriage for Britney Spears even if it be for less than 24 hours." And Britney Spears got tanked and hitched.
And now the people say, "Let Eleven and the humble creator of My Defective Life be shagging." And so it must be. So it must be."

Random understatement of the day: It's rather snowy out.

A random variety of various nicknames I've had throughout my life:
Big L, Doot, Klauren, Klaurie, Laurie, Electric Barbarella (EB), pigtails, shortstuff, chick, butterfly, Microchip Brain (later shortened to Chip), Spiez, OOo, senorita, Killer, Ani.

A random game of "6 Degrees of Kevin Bacon":
1) The night before last (the one of the big ice storm), I had a nightmare at 3:30 in the morning. I have no recollection of what it was about, but it was one of those nightmares so terrifying that in my dream, I kept trying to scream but couldn't. But I kept trying because, at some point, I realized I WAS in fact dreaming, and the only way out of this horrible dream was by waking myself up. So I kept emitting high-pitched nasty animal noises until finally (much to the dismay of my neighbors, I'm sure) I belted out a yelp loud enough to wake me up. The dream scared me badly enough that I had to pee. (A not unusual occurrence seeing as I have a tendency to pee a lot. If fleas were not so structurally different from humans and DID in fact have some sort of bladder, then the size of their bladders would be the metaphorical equivalent of my own.) I got up and went pee. While half-groggy and propped with my eyes closed on the pot, I heard what I though was thunder. Which woke me up a little, being that it's an unusual occurrence to hear thunder in the middle of the winter.
2) I went back to bed thinking that I was just hearing things. But as I lay there, trying to fall back asleep, I heard the low rumbles of thunder again. 3:30 in the morning, the middle of winter, and I had the luck of being woken up by a nightmare right in time to catch the sounds of a thunderstorm. It was lovely... I lay in bed thinking about how everything outside was coated in a thick skin of ice, some white-blue caul glistening over the landscape. The thunder was different than spring or summer thunder. It sounded as though the sky was also thick with ice and that something great and large was trying to press its way through. Each crack, a chunk of ice dislocated in the heavy black expanse. 3:30 is such a peaceful time. As is an ice storm. There is just something terribly quiet about the aftermath of an ice storm, like a baby born unbreathing unbreathing unbreathing, the mother in silent tears, until a sudden wail rises from it as it gasps for air. Like the sound of those trembling, oxygen-less purple lips.
3) Elijah Wood was in Ice Storm.
4) Elijah Wood was in Lord of the Rings with Liv Tyler.
5) Liv Tyler was in That Thing You Do with Tom Hanks. And... DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNN!
6) Tom Hanks was in Apollo 13 with Kevin Bacon.

...Keep staying tuned for the follow-up on The Piano Teacher!

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Random question of the day:
Apparently, the ever-so-important question of the week (unbeknownst to yours truly) concerns whether or not Eleven and I are shagging.
Gotta love the rumor mill and the diligent folks who keep it well-oiled and running!

Anyways, here's to you, humble gossipers! Today we honor you in the form of my random question of the day. And make sure to vote--your life could depend upon it!

Voting Poll

Are Eleven and I shagging? Yes No Chicken Search The Internet

Now, on to more interesting topics...

A random series of slightly unfocused and not-too-carefully thought-out ramblings on two damn good films: The Secretary and The Piano Teacher

Let me first preface this with the following—there are WAY too many close-minded people in the world. And this is evidenced by the ridiculous responses I've heard spouted off by those who've sat through (or half sat through) the movie, The Secretary (you know who you are, Ms. Mayfield Hts. librarian!). I can easily understand a person who says, "Well, I just don't really get the whole attraction of S&M and whatnot, so the movie wasn't really my cup of tea." Understood. But I have heard one too many people offer up the following blanket statement with regard to The Secretary: "It was stupid. It was just so stupid. I mean, who CARES about that kinda subject matter." These are the same idjits who sit through lit classes and say things like, "Well, who cares about some guy who's stuck in a funhouse? What's interesting about THAT?" And to them, I say BAH. By being so caught up solely in the subject matter of the movie, they are just missing out on the various other things that make the movie so damn good.
Bah, I say!
And with that said:

THE SECRETARY

When it comes right down to it, The Secretary is at its core a fairly traditional Hollywood love story and fairy tale (though god knows, if Disney'd gotten their hands on it, the female lead would probably been much bustier than the nonetheless damn foxy Maggie Gyllenhaal). And the fact that the movie's structure is one we HAVE seen a billion times in Disney movies and shitty romantic comedies IS quite possibly the reason it makes so many of us so uncomfortable when we watch it.

Throughout the movie, we encounter several common fairy tale/generic love story themes—the prince who swoops down to save the princess from her miserable life, a trial that the hero/heroine is subjected to before he/she is rewarded, a transformation in character from humble, lowly beginnings of lacking self-assuredness to a radiant, strong sense of self at the end, etc etc. The movie ALSO adopts the generic formula of the standard Hollywood love story at the moment (guy/girl falls in love with guy/girl, obstacle stands in the way, just when it seems like guy & girl will never end up together, the obstacle is overcome and they run off into the sunset holding hands).
Let us first focus on the fairy tale aspects of the movie--the adherence to a "fairy tale-like" structuring makes it all the more interesting in lieu of the "function" of a fairy tale. Bruno Bettelheim argues in Uses of Enchantment that "[t]his is exactly the message that fairy tales get across to the child in manifold form:
that a struggle against severe difficulties in life is unavoidable, is an intrinsic part of human existence." He also discusses with regard to specific fairy tales how these fairy tales are attempts at "normalizing" certain things for the child, (i.e. menstruation for the little girl through stories like Sleeping Beauty) in such a way that the child will no longer see them as threats. Despite the fact that there are a GREAT many people out there who are turned off by Bettelheim because they are uncomfortable with his Freudian readings, it would be hard to contest that fairy tales do seem to have some sort of moralistic purpose to them, that they provide a way to normalize many states of being for the child so that they can understand them while offering the child guidance in his/her OWN life as well (and so they do not feel "deviant" themselves)... (Think Beauty and the Beast, for example—"one shouldn't judge a person just by their outer appearance or the true beauty that lies within them will never be revealed.")

And The Secretary does the exact same thing—it takes a controversial subject (that of S&M, dominance/submission) and attempts to normalize it for the audience by placing it within the context of a fairy tale (which most of us have been exposed to at some point or another) as well as the modern Hollywood love story. It seems to be telling us that perhaps the ugly duckling isn't in fact different than the beautiful swans. That is what makes it such a damn lovely movie. And that is ALSO perhaps one of the reasons that it bothers so many close-minded viewers so much—it takes a standard Hollywood-acceptable love story/fairy tale and adapts it to "deviant" themes, which becomes both an attack on "normalcy" (a deviation made to the "normal") while at the same time attempting to normalize this deviancy; both major crimes in the close-minded world.

And because the movie sticks to a fairly traditional love story motif and fairy-tale structure, the final shot of the film is even more jarring. We have scenes that would fit right in to an ending in any romantic comedy—the guy gets the girl, they marry, she sees him off in the morning, standing and waving at him from the porch... And THEN, in the very final shot, she turns ever so slowly and looks into the camera with a smile. And the smile and the shot linger for a good 30 seconds until finally the credits role. This moment startles us so completely because it it acknowledges us as viewers. She is looking directly at us, the members of the audience who are watching this film. And with the sudden reminder that, yes, we are the viewer, it also positions us as voyeur, having sat through nearly 2 hours worth of "deviancy" and "sex." And by doing so, we are implicated into the realm of "deviancy" as well--we become "one of them," no better and no worse.

And on that note, I've rambled on long enough.

Stay tuned to this week's web blogs for a follow-up on The Piano Teacher...

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©2003 Lauren
("Borrow" these ideas and expect an ass-whoopin')

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Random thoughts on Starsky and Hutch:

So I was watching this show while eating dinner last night and was amused by the following...

Apparently Starsky thinks that raped chicks who testify again their rapists are "groovy." Told to raped female on the show, and I quote: "You're one stand-up chick." The beginning of a feminist revolution? I do believe so.

You ever notice that they tend to run EVERYWHERE? It's like a dose of the Baywatch syndrome or something (minus the jiggling bosoms). They get called to a crime scene where the woman's already dead and yet they run up the stairs and to the apartment doorway where the other policemen are convened as though a life depended on it.

They're both pretty foxy fellas. Yes yes.

Unclaimed influence on the Strokes? You tell me.

Seriously entertained the thought that Donna's dad (Bob Pinciotti) on That 70s Show might actually be the same guy who played Starsky:


Best random line on last night's Simpsonsepisode:"Mmmmm. Blowholes."

Random fun thing I did over the weekend: Got my palm read.

Random things that Elaine the psychic told me:
1. I am going to be married and have 4 children--2 boys and 2 girls.
2. I am going to travel around Europe and some other foreign countries in the near future.
3. I do NOT look 27. (Here her psychic powers failed her--she thought I was, in fact, 20. And she got slightly perturbed when she found out otherwise and told me I "better get a move on with things in my life.")
4. I may end up in NYC or New Jersey.
5. Somebody I know is going to be married soon.
6. She's gonna pray for me.
7. I am going to lead a successful life.
8. A big life-change is due for me in March or April.

Things I bought at Gabes over the weekend:
Candles, panties, socks, gloves, a pop.

Things I ate this weekend: Stir-fry, Phish-food ice cream, rum, coke, Monster hash, A.M. Wrap-up, ciabatta bread, Tommy's french onion soup, french fries, the BIP, more rum, more coke, pancakes, eggs over easy, white toast, spaghetti with broccoli, garlic bread, hershey kisses.

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Random song I heard on the radio this morning that put me in a good mood: "Monkey Gone to Heaven" by the Pixies.

Things that I (allegedly) get for free according to Dave: Free food, free car repair, free sex, a free robot.

Adam Harvey (aka Bones, aka Newbie) suggests I put a random question of the day on my blog for you lovelies to answer in my comment section, so here it is (picked by Adam, so if it sucks, go here and tell him so):
What is your favorite kind of cake?

Random reasons that I (as well as several other people) think my mechanic wants to get in my pants:
1. I know WAY too much information about the man's life because everytime I come in there to get something fixed, he sits down and talks to me for 20 minutes as though we're best buds.

Information I know about his life (which
NORMAL people should not know about
their mechanic):

He went on a trip out West about 6 months back with his daughter.

He's been going through court to get custody of his daughter because his ex-girlfriend is one helluva bitch and he doesn't want his daughter having to grow up with her.

He really loves his daughter. (This I think was said partially in an attempt for me to go all mushy and start AWWWWWING and then immediately drag him into bed with me.)

He wants his daughter's mother in her life though because he can't imagine having to teach his daughter about *gulp and gasp* maxi pads and menstruation and sex.

(Edged on by fellow mechanic) The only thing he is not looking forward to is his daughter getting bitchy once she starts going through her "changes in life."

What kind of car he has and why and where he's driven it.

2. He offers me a ride home on a fairly consistent basis when I drop my car off.
3. My car keeps breaking EVERY DAMN MONTH which I think may just be a ploy to get me back there on a regular basis (but this is just my OWN theory).
4. My mechanic also knows way too much about my life.
5. My mechanic always gives me discounts while winking at me and pointing to his pant zipper. (Alright, the latter part's a lie, but the former part's true, oh so true.)
6. He once called me and told me my car was all done and ready to pick up. Then, after my boyfriend at the time drove me up there and dropped me off, I came to find that my car was NOT in fact done. And it did not end up being done for 30+ more minutes. However, my mechanic was pleased to have me there early and talked my ear off yet again.

Random reasons that my mechanic SHOULD want to get in my pants:
1. My middle name is spelled cool (and is unusual in its spelling).
2. I used to hang a glow-in-the-dark crucifix in my bedroom window when I was younger, to ward off vampires.
3. I have three nudie pictures on my wall in my living room.
4. I own my own television.
5. I have all ten toes and all nine fingers.
6. I like books.
7. I am particularly fond of the word "ukelele."
8. I grew up in Maple Heights.
9. 33 is my lucky number.
10. I like robots.

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INSOMNIA--Day Three and Counting

And so the kindly Eleven has stepped up as Random Guest Blogger today so that I may hibernate today... Enjoy.

"two random cars this morning, both slid off the road. randomly scraped my gum sore with my toothbrush this morning, seemingly accidentally. randomly cut my thumb with a plastic knife while trying to slice an apple.

the road was not icy. the toothbrush has soft bristles. the plastic knife is as dull as a basketball.

you wonder why, then, that things happen the way they do. why cars slide of the road when there is no ice beneath them...why soft-bristled toothbrushes are still able to make your gums sore. and then bigger problems: why love that is so intense and strong can fail, fall apart, become something that isn't love any more; why life lived so long and so well ends in an eternal silence. these are the kinds of questions that no one can answer, of course. we all know that. there is no answer to love or death...no solution to why plastic knives can barely cut an apple but manage to slice the skin so cleanly, a drop of blood dripping to the table.

maybe the blood is it. maybe that is where it all starts, even the tiniest thing. the blood that courses through the veins minute by minute with every compression of the heart. blood is not random. it follows the same paths every time, running like sprinters through every corner of our being, lines and lines of tiny cells pulsing through every avenue of the flesh. but always returning to the same place. those same four chambers. revitalized, freshened and pumped out again only to return to the same place, only to leave again. there's something about that that isn't random, that is safer, more predictable, that acts like a warm, warm blanket, comforting. comforting us enough to say life is worth living and love is worth losing."

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Random Facts for the Day:

The pupil of the eye expands as much as 45% when it looks at something pleasing.

Ants stretch when they wake up in the morning. They also yawn.

Mosquitos are attracted to blue twice as much as any other color.

A squirrel's vision (every part of it) is in perfect focus, not like a human's (which is just straight ahead).

Cat's have no ability to taste sweet things.

Up to the age of 6 or 7 months, a child can breathe and swallow at the same time. (Adults obviously cannot.)

Human eyes are so sensitive, on a clear night with no moon, a person sitting on a mountain peak can see a match struck 50 miles away.

The banana can't reproduce itself--it must be propagated by man.

The original name for the "butterfly" was "flutterby."

According to modern theories of math, if a person approached the speed of light, they'd shrink to a tiny size.

If one drops a little bit of liquor onto a scorpion, it will instantly go mad and sting itself to death.

Random Book I Just Finished Reading: Breathing for a Living by Laura Rothenberg.

Random Word That Just Popped Into My Head: Judicious.

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Random Songs from My Sexiest Songs CD Mix

1. "Let's Get It On"--Marvin Gaye;
2. "I Wanna Be Your Dog"--Iggy Pop;
3. "Sweet Transvestite"--Tim Curry;
4. "Flower"--Liz Phair;
5. "Wasted Time"--Meshell Ndegeocello;
6. "Legs"--PJ Harvey;
7. "Slow Like Honey"--Fiona Apple;
8. "Party" from Requiem for a Dream;
9. "Kashmir"--Led Zeppelin;
10. "100 Knives"--Mirah;
11. "With or Without You"--U2;
12. "I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl"--Nina Simone;
13. "Be the One"--Poi Dog Pondering;
14. "Crazy Love"--Van Morrison;
15. "Heroin"--Velvet Underground;
16. "Work It"--Missy Elliot;
17. "Lay Your Hands on Me"--Peter Gabriel.

Runner's Up: "Dilate"--Ani Difranco; "Angel"--Ben Harper; "Light My Fire"--The Doors; "Fire"--Jimi Hendrix; "Piece of My Heart"--Janis Joplin; "Lemon Song"--Led Zeppelin; Theme from Shaft; "Exit Music (For a Film)"--Radiohead; "Snake"--PJ Harvey; "Pasties & a G-String"--Tom Waits; "Queen of Quiet"--Erin McKeown; Anything by the Strokes; "Wish You Were Here"--Pink Floyd; "Kissing Song"--Dawn Landes; "La Familia"--Mirah; "Lover, You Should've Come Over"--Jeff Buckley; "Die Another Day"--Madonna (mostly b/c of the video); "Suede"--Tori Amos; "The Scientist"--Coldplay; "Come Away With Me"--Norah Jones; "Fade Into You"--Mazzy Star; "I Am Trying to Break Your Heart"--Wilco; Anything slow from Ryan Adams' Heartbreaker album; "My Wild Love"--The Doors.

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Random Questions to Yesterday's Answers

For Patrick. (You care, you really care! *Sniffle*):

How's it going?

What meat did your vegetarian ass accidentally ingest the other day?

Gum?

Did you ever skin your knee by trying to ride your bike with no hands WHILE standing up?

How do you like it?

Toot toot?

Have you ever had any weird obsessive kinda disorders?

How old is your sexy-ass?

How long have you been a vegetarian?

When was the last time you got any action?

What kind of confetti is that all over your desk?

What's your favorite thing to doodle?

What's up with those two weirdie teeth in the front of your mouth?

Do you swallow your gum when you're done chewing it or spit it out?

What's the furthest west you've been?

Have you ever been to another country (other than Canada)?

Are you a fan of Starbucks coffee?

Do you like working at your place of employment?

Do you shower on a regular basis?

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And extra credit answer to the One F Man who apparently cannot follow directions:
Maybe... maybe... Wait, no.

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Random Cheap and Half-Assed Plagiarism

In honor of Eleven's brilliant idea yesterday to have people ask him questions that he will answer in his blog today, I have decided today to do the following...

I will be answering questions that no one took the time to ask:

Not too shabby. You?

Ham.

No.

Well, once when I was, like, 13.

The messier the better.

Like I'm gonna answer that!

I went through a phase in 7th grade where I couldn't fall asleep unless I was wearing headphones and a specific woolen winter hat from Peru.

Almost 27. Egads.

8 years.

The day before yesterday.

Menorahs and balloons.

Eyes.

They're actually crowns. I'm missing one (it's a hereditary thing--my mom's missing two), and so they had to reshape them both to look like incisors--one of them's actually a canine and one's a very anorexically skinny incisor. I've never been able to wear vampire fangs for Halloween because of it.

Spit.

San Francisco.

No.

No.

No.

Yes. What're you implying, bitch?

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If you'd like to find out the questions to these answers, please leave a comment in my web blog (beg, babies, beg!!!) and perhaps tomorrow I will list the questions. If not, SCREW YOU!

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*THE 2003 RANDOMNESS AWARDS*

Best Experience of the Year: MichFest with the gloriously sexy and wildly incomparable Maura and Lyndsey.

Best Soap of the Year: Mother Earth soap

Best Random Rumination on the Nature of Cookie Monster (Courtesy of Dave Hribar):

"Actually, the Cookie Monster isn't fat, either. I used to wonder how he did it. Binge-purging? Symptoms of anorexia, brought on by the high stress of living on Sesame Street? The price of muppet fame?
Then, watching closely one day, I realized that he wasn't really eating the cookies--he just picks them up in big handfuls and throws them at his mouth but never really ingests any of them. Not a crumb.
Clever.
Could be it's all just a device for getting attention, and he's not really all that into cookies at all.
Could be he's just a puppet and has no digestive tract.
I lie awake at night, pondering these things."

Consonant of the Year: Q (Three-year winner)

Best Moustache-Goatee Set Drawn on an ID-Pass: Mine.

Best Chocolate Egg Plastic Toy: Tie -- Squirrelmobile and Balancing Dinos.

Best Inconsistent and Indecipherable Use of the Word "HM" in an Email: Eleven

Best Game of the Year: Set

Best Christmas Toys-Induced Elf Dance: Lesle Spisak

Best Over-Used Inside Jokes:
"Suck it."
"Squishaaaaaaaaay!"
"Smp smp."
"%'O~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

Best Meeting Scheduled on a Microsoft Outlook Meeting Organizer and Accepted by Fellow Employees: Tie -- "The Duel at Noon" Meeting and the "Glow-in-the-Dark Sponge-Bob Band-aid Viewing" Meeting

Best Picture of a Pickle: Pickleman

Best Short Film About a Pickle: A Pickle's Day Out

Best Year of the Year: 2017.

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Random randomness: Perhaps looking back ten years from now, you won't get that lump in your throat, that tightness in your heart, that fiery anger and hurt burning in your chest, whenever you think of him; and I think this may be sadder than anything else.

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Random books I am currently reading: Diary--Chuck Palahniuk, The Angel on the Roof--Russell Banks.

Random tattoo I got last Saturday but forgot to mention in my blog: A tiny star on my neck right behind my right earlobe.

Random collection of other tattoos I have (from most recent to oldest):
1) Women's ceremony icon on my front left shoulder;
2) my own design (waves and a sun/moon) on my left wrist which I got in Boulder, Colorado, when I drove cross-country and camped for 3+ weeks;
3) the Chinese symbol for poetry on my abdomen;
4) a self-designed sun on my lower back.

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Random topics Eleven suggested I write about today: What was on television last night; hair gel.

Random topics I did NOT, in fact, write about today: What was on television last night; hair gel.

Random Jumble words for the day: BOUND, FACET, INBORN, GARISH.

Random famous people who I would have in my harem (if I had a harem--*sigh*):
1) Julian Casablancas (lead singer of the Strokes);
2) drummer of the Strokes whose name i cannot remember (Fab Something-Or-Other) but who i will refer to as "Hey, you. Drummer of the Strokes" whenever i request that he feed me grapes or fan me with a huge leaf from a tropical plant;
3) Jason Lee;
4) Angelina Jolie;
5) Maggie Gyllenhaal (preferably on all fours) &
5.5) her brother, Jake Gyllenhaal;
6) Mike Doughty;
7) Thom Yorke;
8) Franka Potente;
9) Johnny Knoxville;
10) Brad Pitt (yes, Brad Pitt--preferably in Fight Club-mode or Snatch-mode) ;
11) Edward Norton;
12) Audrey Tautou;
13) Ryan Adams (mostly just for the crooning);
14) Dave Eggers.

5 random childhood memories I was thinking about while trying to fall asleep last night:
1. How me and my best friend Annie Behlke used to go down the street to the alley behind the carpet store on Northfield and scrounge around for old carpet-sample portfolios that were being discarded and then ooh and ahh over the pretty carpeting and/or play carpet salesman;
2. Pepsi icees from the K-Mart at Southgate on a hot summer day;
3. When the father across the street from us killed himself and we saw them bring him out on a stretcher when we were about to leave for school that morning;
4. The time I projectile-vomited in front of a boy I had a crush on who had been sent out into the hallway for being bad (ahh, Barry);
5. Wearing my first bra to gym class.

Random Dave of the day: Dave Hribar

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Random drive-by blogging:

BAM!

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Random baby girl's name that I think may be THE prettiest baby name I've ever heard: Brooklyn.
(Congrats again, Traci "Butthead" Hollimon!)

Random names I have set aside for two future pets I hope to one day have: Serpico and Travis Bickle.

Random name of my old pet hermit crab: Mynheer Peeperkorn.

Random sexiest name according to my friend Eleven: Audrey

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Some random things that bring me joy:

Listening to old men whistle tunes;
The smell of basements;
When songs become a soundtrack for a moment;
Chicken-toeing;
Reading in the tub;
The hollow at the base of the neck;
Playing in snow on the Rocky Mountains on a summer day;
Thunderstorms;
Sleeping in the same bed with friends;
Birdie hair;
Calling people "bitch";
Rollerskating around my apartment in my sweet blue 1970's roller skates while singing "I've got a brand new pair of roller skates...";
When someone else leaves their smell on your clothes and you don't notice it until long after they're gone;
Remembering how it feels to wiggle a loose tooth;
Sucking something loud up into the vacuum cleaner.

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Random emotion of the day: I am teetering between the tired, the crabby, the emotionally spent, the "happy to be alive," and the "sad about every damn little beautiful moment of living."

And something smells like nice incense here at work for no apparent reason.

Random song that just popped into my head (and which kinda reflects my random emotion of the day): "Something in the Way She Moves"--the Beatles.

Random rumination of the day: Ain't nothing worse or better than loving.

Random poem of the day that fits my random mood:

Errata
Charles Simic

Where it says snow
read teeth-marks of a virgin
Where it says knife read
you passed through my bones
like a police-whistle
Where it says table read horse
Where it says horse read my migrant's bundle
Apples are to remain apples
Each time a hat appears
think of Isaac Newton
reading the Old Testament
Remove all periods
They are scars made by words
I couldn't bring myself to say
Put a finger over each sunrise
it will blind you otherwise
That damn ant is still stirring
Will there be time left to list
all errors to replace
all hands guns owls plates
all cigars ponds woods and reach
that beer-bottle my greatest mistake
the word I allowed to be written
when I should have shouted
her name

Random disco moment: The light above the cubicle next to mine is in strobe-light mode today... Apparently the filament is about to completely burn out.
To dance or not to dance?

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