Friday, December 2, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
1) Backlash against the public mourning of Steve Jobs' death - Like, really? He pioneered personal computing and brought the world to our fingertips, making it accessible almost anywhere we go. YA'LL ARE JUST HATIN'. America can't claim dominance in many fields these days, but two resources we've always had in abundance are creativity and entrepreneurship. We thrive on this. And Steve Jobs was both qualities incarnate, leading one of the most innovative companies ever made and retaining the outsider spirit that made him iconic. Can you please give the man who literally changed the way we live more so than any other figure in recent memory some freakin' respect? Sheesh.
2) Dismissive criticism of Occupy Wall Street protestors - Not everyone who's rallying for the wealth disparity in this country to be erased is 'lazy' or 'privileged' or 'whining about problems people in third-world countries would be ecstatic to have.' Some people have done all the right things, worked to the bone, sacrificed any remote luxury and even basic necessities, and still barely scrape by. Look at this. Be moved. Understand.
3) How infuriatingly small hors d'oeuvres are at fancy parties - OK so maybe this says more about me than any perceived fault of the catering service, but if you want to avoid the mass of hungry bodies swiftly pouncing on every defenseless waiter who's holding a tray, I must insist on supersizing that shiz.
Monday, October 3, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
Confession: I still have a debilitating case of Post-Potter Depression. Not even a little bit ashamed.
“After all this time?”
Why yes, I did just use a classic and emotionally charged exchange between two of the main characters in the series to properly reflect my melancholic feelings about being unable to let go.
OK, maybe it’s time to lower my head.
UPDATE: My perpetual adoration of the most hipster house at Hogwarts has finally been validated -- I was sorted into Ravenclaw on Pottermore (beta). I also apparently brandish a 10 3/4 inch wand made of laurel and phoenix feather.
SUCK IT MONKEYS. Lemon, out.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
So rather than spend the weekend getting ready to leave and wrapping up last-minute errands, my mom closed her store early due to the 'inclement weather' and came home while my dad had a teleconference with his colleagues to tell them about his updated travel plans. This resulted in all five members of my family (including my sister, who came to visit) being in the house together on a Saturday with virtually no plans of leaving it for the first time in a while. Our power was still on but we were anticipating losing it as we listlessly roamed around the house, looking out the window every five minutes to gauge the level of our impending doom. The only foray I made outside was with my sister to get ice cream from the nearby Baskin Robbins -- a must-have commodity during any natural disaster, really.
After we got back, all of us sat down in the kitchen while my grandma placed a steaming hot bowl of spicy broth in the middle. We slowly devoured it, intermittently chatting about the storm-hype, our relatives' health, and (nerd alert!) the efficiency of LED light bulbs. We dug into one of the two quarts of ice cream purchased and let ourselves happily languish around the table. No time-checks, no gotta-go's. We eventually migrated to the living room, where we watched the ongoing news reports of storm preparation and heard the raindrops begin to patter on the roof.
We lost power the next morning and the walls of our house gradually went from a chipper white to ashy gray, then became blanketed in black. As soon as we realized that our lights weren't turning on, my sister and I stared wide-eyed at each other and yelped, "THE ICE CREAM!!!" Racing downstairs, we rapidly distributed bowls to everyone and demanded that they keep scooping before the jamoca almond fudge devolved into a puddle of brownish goop (and THAT'S the proper word usage, Gwyneth). We managed to go pick up a large pizza pie amidst the road detours and brought it back home to have our second meal together this weekend.
I stepped out to go study at a friend's, my last familiar bastion of electricity left in town. Six hours later, I drove home through deserted streets devoid of working street lamps or traffic lights -- the scene, by all means, looked like the eve of a zombie outbreak. Driving past those dark houses was eerie but kind of nice, knowing that the families inside were hunkering down, getting ready to do nothing but sleep. Solidarity, I say! I got home, joined my own, and waited for the storm to pass. Just like everyone else.