Oct 6, 2010

Ladies and gentlemen, the person that's going to come up now has a limited amount of time ... His name is Bob Dylan

There's no getting around it, so I'm just going to come out and say it:

I'm a music snob. 

Yes, it's true.  And this coming Friday is going to be a great day for my fellow music snobs in Gainesville.  That's right-- Bob Dylan is coming to town.

My friend Misti and I shirked our on-campus responsibilities one day a few weeks ago, to spend the afternoon in line for tickets.  So now we have them.  They look like good seats, I'll be accompanied by a bunch of great friends, and Tom managed to get the day off work!  It seemed like concert-going perfection... until I realized something-- my date knows very little about Bob Dylan.

My boyfriend has countless wonderful qualities.  For example, he is willing to kill moths-- even big scary ones!  He's also fiercely brilliant, smells nice, can dress himself without female intervention, and is sweeter, kinder and more thoughtful than most.  But on the other hand, he prefers music by guys who scream about pogo sticks and look like this:


Don't get me wrong... I love men in eyeliner:


Mmmm... tell me again what lies in the shadow of the statue.

But that doesn't mean I want them anywhere near my music (Though Jack Sparrow may be granted an exception, as he is based largely on Keith Richards).

So now, I feel it is my responsibility, both as an uber cool girlfriend and a self-respecting music snob, to skool (yeah, with a "k") Tom and the rest of the Internet about the finer points of Dylan appreciation. 

You're welcome. 


Ok, let's get started.

The complete listing of Bob Dylan Songs can be found here:
It's a great website, and you can play multiple versions of some songs.  I highly recommend browsing around there, if just to watch the record spin.
If I had to cite my favorite thing about Bob Dylan, it would have to be something my dad said to me many years ago, "He's not afraid of his own voice".   Well that's good, because other people are.

I mean, let's be honest-- he's got a face for radio and a voice for silent film.  My mother won't even pay money to see him in concert anymore, she hates the sound of his gravely voice so much.  But still, for me, something about it is hypnotic. 

His voice was not always so... harsh.  Comparing some earlier recordings to today's, it's easy to tell the difference.

Bob Dylan- The Times They Are A-Changin'
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His voice isn't the only thing that has evolved throughout the years. 

Good old Wikipedia explains it better than I can:
Having become synonymous with acoustic folk music and having performed as a professional musician with little instrumentation prior to the incident in question, singer-songwriter Bob Dylan was the subject of much controversy at Newport Folk Festival on Sunday July 25, 1965. During his performance Dylan "went electric", by playing with an electric blues band in concert for the first time. This seeming rejection of what had gone before made Dylan unpopular in parts of the folk community, alienating some fans, and is considered to have deeply affected both folk and rock 'n' roll.
Was this the birth of folk rock?  I really don't know... but it seems as likely an origin as any.

Bob dylan - maggie's farm
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Maggie's Farm was one of Bob's first electric songs, and it also happens to be one of my favorites.

Speaking of firsts-- let's talk about one of the first music videos.

I would even venture to say that this was the first "viral" video.  I have no real basis for that statement, but it sounded good and I do know that the video was wildly popular.  So much so, that my dad was doing a parody of this giant flashcard routine at a college show (not a Dylan show) the night he met my mother.  My mom thought he was weird.  Cute, right?

In all of my education and interpretation classes, we've discussed the value of making new information seem relevant by relating it to existing knowledge.  For example, I used to tell kids at the Michigan Historical Museum that beaver pelt hats were like Crocs-- everyone had them, and it meant you were really in fashion (every kid to come through the museum that year had on a pair).

So, in an effort to make Dylan relevant to my dear sweet boyfriend, I will now present a song that was emo before emo was emo:

While I was googling around, I also found this John Mayer version... which I actually really like.

I don't want anyone to read too much into this... but... Don't Think Twice is probably the greatest breakup song ever written. 

Now, because so many Bob Dylan songs are on the more low-key, acoustic end of the musical spectrum, it can be hard to find one that is appropriate for singing in the shower.  So, I will offer two rockin' suggestions:

1.) Changing of the Guards
My dad turned me on to this gem a few years ago.  Just try not to sing along with the backup singers.  Come on... try!

I don't have a video for this one, which is a bummer.  I could only find crappy acoustic covers, as played by lonely old men alone in their rooms.  But a chunk of the original can be heard here: http://www.bobdylan.com/#/songs/changing-of-the-guards

2.) Rainy Day Women No. 12 &35
If there were ever a great sing-along song, this is it.  I love the sound of the party going on in that studio and the part where Bob just cracks up while singing.  Seriously though, everybody must get stoned.

Still kickin' and still putting out new music...
Bob Dylan 2006 - Somebodys Baby (Modern Times Album)

Kern ( I Want to Be Dylan ) Little

Someday Baby has a decidedly electric blues feel to it, as does the rest of the Modern Times album from which it comes. I remember hearing this song in a commercial of some kind for a while and was a little irked... but I still dig it. In fact, this is what I stuck in my ears on the bus today, to drown out the sounds of squealing sorority girls.

And just when you think you know him... Bob will pop up as some kind of (gentile?) Tom Petty impersonating polka singer.

So, with all of that being said... if someone were twisting my arm, asking me to make a list of my TOP 5 favorite Zimmy tunes, this is what I would tell them (After "ow, ow, you're hurting my arm!"):

1.) It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)
2.) Tangled Up in Blue
3.) If You Gotta Go, Go Now
4.) Like a Rolling Stone
5.) Visions of Johanna

Needless to say, it's impossible to cover more than 40 years of music history in a single blog post.  But, I think this is about all of the relevant Bob Dylan knowledge one could hope to accrue in three days time.

Class dismissed.

UPDATE: In the short time since this post went live last night... I have been retaliated against!  So now, it's only fair that I post a link to Tom's emo lovefest.

May 17, 2010

Home, sweet H.O.M.E.S.

So I'm back in the great white north!

It was a loooong 18 hour drive from Gainesville to Grosse Pointe, but I made it just in time for Mother's Day dinner on Sunday. 

The drive was actually a lot easier than I thought it would be.  I expected to be painfully bored after about 3 hours, but I had some audio-books, my iPod, and the satellite radio, so I was all set.

However, to keep myself entertained, I threw a little party at every state border.  This "party" involved dipping into the box of Cheez-Its that I was keeping (buckled up) in the passenger seat, and blasting a song that I felt suited each new stretch of I-75.

Thus, I present to you, my roadtrip playlist:

1.) Leaving Gainesville

2.) Georgia

3.) Tennessee... and Tennessee
(I actually kind of like the Toots version better.  And I know that neither versions mentions "Tennessee" exactly... but they talk about the mountains.  Tennessee has lot of mountains.)

4.) Kentucky
(Why?  Because of the line around 22 seconds.)

5.) Ohio
(Ok, so I wasn't anywhere near Cleveland... but Cincinnati is close enough, right?)

6.) Michigan... Michigan... Michigan... Michigan
(I couldn't pick just one Michigan song.  I'm not a big country music fan, but I love that Hello Dave song.  Mostly just because I love Michigan.)

May 8, 2010

The Intern Diaries

Did you know that I have a new blog? Well, you do now!

If you want to hear me rant about tactless blockbuster exhibitions and chronicle my 320 to 400 hours of interning at the DIA, then The Intern Diaries is for you!

PS, I have seen TWO Pure Michigan commercials since I've been at my hotel in Knoxville this evening.  I'm super happy about it.

Apr 16, 2010

My mom is cooler that yours.

My mom was on TV (again!) today and my dad just sent me the link to the video.
For those of you know don't know my beautiful mother, she's the one on the left. And the lovely lady to the right is Michelle, our manager at the Roma-- who might as well be my second mom.

I think Food Network should offer her a show. She'd be fantastic, don't ya think?

Apr 10, 2010

Publish or Perish

This is probably the best thing I could have found to lift my spirits during such a stressful week...
My article finally went online!

It will be in print, too... but I don't know a lot of (any) people who subscribe to the Journal of Museum Anthropology.

(Click for larger images)

PS- If anyone finds a typo, grammatical error, or spelling mistake... please keep it to yourself. There's nothing I can do about it now-- so I don't want to know.

Apr 3, 2010

I live in The South: Part II

On Thursday night, I was sitting at home, watching a movie and relaxing after a looooong day of paper writing. All of a sudden, I got a text from my buddy, Steve-O (a long-time friend who lives in Gainesville, yet whom I hardly ever see). He asked if I wanted to meet up with him and our friend Kayla (a long-time friend who lives in Orlando, yet whom I hardly ever see) for a drink.

Of course I do!

So I went to Steve's apartment and chatted with him and Kayla for a while about old college times and the things we miss most about Michigan. Faygo, Vernors, Bell's Oberon and Meijer were all on the list.
When we started to think of places to go for a drink, it came up that a certain Gainesville bar happens to carry Oberon. So off we went.

After a few hours at the bar, reminiscing about old times, Steve's wife, Jacki, came by and mentioned that she wanted to go dancing. Yes, dancing. At 11:30 on a Thursday night, no less! What can I say? I'm old now.

But eventually, I was convinced. So off we went! Little did I know that we would end up in one of the most surreal places I have ever been.

Immediately, I was greeted by bouncers in cowboy hats. Not so much in a this-place-has-a-theme-so-I-wear-a-cowboy-hat kind of way... but more of a I-wear-a-cowboy-hat-all-the-time-and-won't-even-take-it-off-at-my-bouncer-job kind of way.

Then they did this to my arm and hand:

It looks like I was on MTV Spring Break, does it not? I asked the bouncer if the stamp on my hand said, "Too damn old to be out on a Thursday". He replied in a very southern accent, "No Ma'am. It says you're 24."

Same thing.

So then the four of us went inside to find this:

I don't recall what song was playing when we got there, but there were people line dancing. But after a few minutes, the music shifted to an interesting amalgamation of country, western, and old school rap. Yes, really.

This was about the time I turned to Steve-O and said, "I think I might be the blackest person here."

And this:

(Not making this up: The flag was placed in front of an air vent... so it would wave. Couldn't make this up if I tried.)

And this:
Yup. Good 'ol SKOAL. Now, this was not my first run-in with Skoal. Though I've never touched the stuff, I am familiar with the product. After all, I did spend a significant amount of time in mid-Michigan. But here, there was a gigantic back lit SKOAL sign, under which one could receive free samples of chew. Again: this is all real.

At one point, I went to the second level of the bar to find the bathroom. When I came out, I realized that I had no idea where my friends were in the giant sea of camo and cowboy hats on the dance floor. So I took a moment to scan the crowd from the balcony on the second floor. There was a giant bouncer next to me, also scanning the crowd. Our conversation went like this:

Me: Excuse me. Hi. While you've been looking down there, did you happen to see a girl in a blue tank top... or a guy in an argyle sweater with glasses and...

Him: Wuts he dun to ya?

Me: What?

Him: Did he hurt ya? Wuts he dun to ya?

Me: Oh gosh! Nothing, nothing! He's my friend! I'm just looking for my friends!

Him: Ma'am-- unless he dun sumthin to ya, I can't help ya. I got five other assholes I'm keepin my eye on right nah... (*points to the crowd below*)

Me: Well... ok! Thank so much!

Eventually, I found everyone-- and we took off right before the place closed.

When I got back home, I wished I hadn't worn long pants. Why? Because I had taken home with me a lovely cocktail of Coors Light and Skoal spit-- absorbed into the bottom of my pants.

Yee Haw!

It's not just a shoe horn... it's a shoe horn on a STICK!

I was on the phone with my dad this morning while he was watching this commercial:

He neglected to tell me that it was narrated by Gilbert Gottfried (which may be the best part of the whole thing). Dad did, however, suggest that we buy this for my grandpa... who has several shoe horns. "Now all the old people can put on their shoes without breaking their hips!" I guess dad was sold.

After all, it's not just a shoe horn...

EDIT: I just ordered a set of two Shoedinis for my Grandpa Hector!

Mar 30, 2010

I live in the South

Some days, Florida seems comfortably like home. Other days, I am reminded that I'm not in Mid-Michigan anymore...

Every morning, while watching The Today Show, I see this commerical for Dixie Cabinets at least three times:
(My favorite scene starts around 22 seconds.)

Yup. Soak it in. That's where I live now.

It makes me long for the soothing acoustic guitar stylings of "It's Quality Dairy time... it's Quality Dairy time..."

Mar 28, 2010

It's The Only Cure for the Grad School Blues

I don't know if anyone is aware of this... but graduate school kind of sucks.

I mean, higher learning is great and all, but I've been SUPER stressed out this semester and I'm about ready for a nice long summer vacation.

My mom keeps telling me, "Take care of yourself!" and I'm not entirely sure what that means. I interpret it to mean that I should find time in my busy semester to do things that make me happy. So I did...

I bought THESE:

All, together now: "ooooooh... ahhhhh!"

Stacy London says that pale is IT this season, so I'm excited to be part of the trend. Also, all the stars were wearing nude colored shoes on the red carpet this season. I'm told (also by Stacy) that they make you look taller-- and let's be honest, I can use all the help I can get in that department.

Yeah, I'm pretty happy about this decision. Though, I guess it brings my number up to 75. Oh well. That's a nice round number.

EDIT: I forgot that my new number is 56, so once these babies arrive in the mail, my number will actually be 57. Not such a nice round number, but a more reasonable one.

Mar 7, 2010

Your Trip Begins at Michigan.org

Anyone who knows me knows that I LOVE those Pure Michigan ads. I love Tim Allen's voice, I love the music (ganked from the Cider House Rules soundtrack), I love the scenes from all over Michigan... I just love it all.

So a few months ago my mother casually told me that there would be a film crew at our restaurant soon. I asked why and she (again, casually) said that they were filming a PURE MICHIGAN ad!

"Say what?!" I was so excited! Hell, I still AM excited because now the ad is airing and you can see our restaurant in a few of the shots.

Check it out here:

Did you catch it? Probably not... but neither did my dad, the first time around. So in case you missed it, here are the screen shots of The Roma.

Other things I love about this ad:

  1. Tom Izzo shucking corn.
  2. RED POP!
  3. That goofy kid at the end with the lisp.

The only thing I don't love about this ad: Where's Tim Allen??

I think he would have given this ad some MORE POWER... get it?

Home Improvement? ...anyone?

Now parents will let their kids bop with me.

I don't think I've been inside a Hot Topic store since I was 15 and I haven't had any intention of changing that... until today.

I was innocently walking around The Oaks Mall, after a quick trip to Bath & Body Works, when all of a sudden THIS caught my eye:

Oh yeah.

It was in the window at Hot Topic, with just about every other green or leprechaun-themed T-shirt they have. And I caved. It was just too wonderful.

I can't wait to be one of hundreds (or "hunnerds" as they say down here) of students wearing this shirt on Wednesday.

Mar 6, 2010

What's Your Number?

What’s your number?
Well, that’s a very personal question…
But, Internet, we’ve been friends for a long time so I feel comfortable sharing thins kind of information with you. So I will tell you.

My number is… *sigh*… 74.
Yes, you heard me. 74.
And don’t you dare judge me!

Albeit, some of those were rash decisions that ended painfully. Others seemed like love at first sight but then never panned out. And still others turned into wonderful long term relationships that gave me years of joy and happy memories. Each one was a reflection of who I was at different points in my life.

But I’m at a crossroads in my life and I’m finding that I am increasingly embarrassed by this rather… large number.

Thus I decided it was time to take action. I needed to reflect on my past and make some decisions. And I knew that this wouldn’t be easy, but these kinds of things seldom are.
So here we are.

First, I had to take stock of them all.

Closet #1 had 28

Closet #2 had...


And I was hiding/storing 18 pairs under the bed.

Oh, and flip-flops… are we counting flip-flops? Ok, because there were 10 of those.

Then it was time to decide who would stay and who needed to go.

All of Closet #1 was safe. Those are the ones I wear on a regular basis.
Most of Closet #2 was safe, except for a few, as I wear those when I dress up for work (or internship, as will be the case this summer).
But those that were hiding out under the bed were in grave danger of being “booted”, as it were.

But before I gave them all the old heave-ho, I decided to take a moment to reflect on our time together.

Ah, Prom! What memories!

There they were, in all their glory. God, I wish I were still a size 2…

I’m getting rid of these because well… I like boys (also I don't play softball or wear flannel). And I think it’s time my footwear reflected that.

Every girl remembers her first. (Pair of Pumas, that is.)

These slip-on maroon sneakers went perfectly with my maroon CMU polo shirt and were PERFECT for my time as a campus tour guide at CMU… but not much else.

These (embarrassingly expensive) moccasins were love at first sight until I wore them for the first time, only to be told by a friend that they were the ugliest shoes he’d ever seen. That was the last time I wore them.

Believe it or not, I begged my mother for these shoes when I was still in High School. She asked where I would wear them. I told her, “Duh. Everywhere”. I guess I actually meant “Nowhere” because that’s really where I wore them.

These old gals have moved with me to FOUR different cities and apartments now and I refuse to give them up.


I dumped many more pairs than are pictured here.

Using the criteria of those that

  1. Instantly give me blisters (no matter HOW cute they are)

  2. Have gone more than 2 years without being worn

  3. Make me look like a lesbian

I was able to give myself a new number.

Drum roll please….


Oh wait… are we counting flip-flops? ...we are?

Ok… 56!

That may not seem like much progress, but I no longer store/hide ANY shoes under the bed! That’s a major improvement and I’m sure the dust bunnies are thrilled to have all the extra space.

So there you have it, Internet. I have shared my most personal secrets with you, yet again. You have allowed me to share this process with the world... and now you have shown me the nearest DSW, so that I may begin to rebuild.

Thank you, Interwebs. Thank you.

Feb 24, 2010

That's Wall Street

It's comments like this that really take the glow out of pursuing a career (and an advanced degree) in museums:

My board, which i have to placate, because they raised the money to build the place which is keeping me employed (but none of whom know how to run a museum) is giving me fits. They have decided they want *insert anonymous Republican* to speak at the opening. He is an old friend of one of our oil tycoon board chairmen. I will likely be sick to my stomach. You too will learn the joys of selling your soul to keep your job in good stead in a small to medium museum one day. They can't teach that in museum ethics.

...yay? But then again, this much beloved former co-worker was never known for his optimism. He's a realist (like many... ok, most... of my former co-workers) and I appreciate that. Someone has to tell it like it is-- it might as well be him. While I'm reading about the difference between "feign" and "simulate" (I'm not far enough into this article to even begin to explain how it relates to museums), he's out there doing real, honest-to-goodness work.

For a brief moment, I was kind of jealous. Right now, I would gladly trade these stacks of overly theoretical articles for some time out there in the trenches, doing good, solid museum work.

But then I remembered something. I was out in the trenches, doing good, (sometimes) solid museum work. And I bitched to high hell about having to be at work at 9, dealing with screaming babies and angry teachers and puking kids, and pathetic wages and no health insurance and weird homeless people and, and, and...

So I came back to school.

Feb 16, 2010

I'm on a horse.

Tommy and I saw this Old Spice commercial at the movie theatre this weekend. We were laughing, other people were staring. I'm ok with it.

Thank goodness Tommy wears Old Spice, so he can buy me tickets to that thing I love.

Feb 13, 2010

Oh. Canada.

I'm tired of people saying, "Well, it was no Beijing..."

No fricking kidding. Canada is not China and it's never gonna BE China. Much in the same way that crème brulée is never gonna be Jell-O.

But that’s a good thing!

Personally, I loved last night's opening ceremony. I thought it was very... Canadian.

The Canadians hold a very special place in my heart.
I grew up in a state that is actually north of Canada...

... drinking Canadian beer... watching Canadian Television...

... and obsessively following a Canadian rock band.

So while weirdness like this is undeniably Chinese...
Moments like this...
...are deligtfully and beautifully Canadian.

I'm pro-health care, I like hockey and beer, and it's been recently brought to my attention that I interject the occasional "eh" into conversation. So when you mess with the Canadians, you mess with me.

So forget Beijing and accept Canada and her citizens for who they are.
They would do the same for you.

And they'd be damn polite about it, eh.

Feb 12, 2010

Go World!

I was mad at NBC for the same reason a lot of people were mad at NBC: I love Conan. But I'm putting my anger on hold (partly because Conan so eloquently told me to) because it's time for the WINTER OLYMPICS!

I love the Olympics. I mean I LOVE the Olympics. Every two years, I find myself obsessively following the stats and achievements of athletes competing in sports I would otherwise never watch.

During the last summer Olympics in China, I was up at all hours of the night (damn that 12 hour difference) to make sure that I was able to watch Michael Phelps win LIVE, so I could get a good look at those Chinese gymnasts (16 years old my ass) and to see Usain Bolt break his own records--one after another-- in those crazy gold Pumas.

So here's what I'll be tuned into in Vancouver over the next 16 days.

1.) The opening ceremony. I don't think it can top Beijing's craziness from two years ago (has it been two years already?). But it's always awesome and it always gives me goosebumps.

2.) Shaun White. Holy cow. I'm not a snoboarder, but this guy is insane! And you have to appreciate that hair.

3.) Bobsled! C'mon, don't pretend that you didn't love Cool Runnings. You know you did. I think it's so cool to watch them run that sled and then jump in it and snap those handles down. It's a race with a lot of components involved. So cool.

4.) Medal ceremonies. Do you know all the words to Switzerland's national anthem? Neither do I. But I still love watching people get their medals and cry. Oh, I love to see them cry. I hope the medals aren't ugly this year (Sorry Torino-- they looked like bagel chips).

5.) Lindsey Vonn. She's a badass. I think people are underestimating what a badass she actually is. The girl has a bruise on her shin. Calm down people-- she's an Olympian! I'm not worried. Also, she has the Picabo Street seal of approval, so I'm on board.

6.) Bob Costas. Don't get me wrong-- I still love me some Matt Lauer, but nobody covers the Olympics like Bob Costas. I loved his interview with Bela Karolyi in Beijing.

Bela final
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He really enjoys the athletes and coaches and it shows. Love him.

7.) Apolo Ohno. He may be my favorite Olympic athlete of all time (Bela Karolyi isn't an athlete). He's going to be the guy to watch this year, as he only needs TWO medals to become the most decorated winter Olympic athlete of ALL TIME. Nuts, right?! I get really nervous while watching speed skating, though. It always looks like they're about to fall over.

8.) Women's hockey. It kind of makes me wish I hadn't quit playing high school hockey. I could have been an Olympic athlete... maybe. So what, I never scored a goal? I was really good at drinking Gatorade. Like... Oympic good.

9.) French. It's the official language of the Olympics and I like to brush up by listening to the announcers.

10.) Figure Skating. Johnny Weir is a pretty big deal this year, but I think he's kind of annoying (though I'm willing to let him win me over throughout the course of the games). Personally, I like the pairs better. Blades of Glory, anyone?

Feb 6, 2010


I know... I know. More LOST. But seriously... watch it.

Feb 5, 2010

Et Tu, Tina?

Save Me

This is what I've been staring at for the past 4 hours.
I need more coffee and less work.
That piece of paper tacked above my computer is my To-Do List.

Feb 3, 2010

Nothing is Irreversible

If you didn't watch LOST last night... just stop reading. You'll either be bored to tears or mad that I've spoiled the season premier for you.

This may come as a shock to some of my family and friends but... I love LOST. I started watching it on DVD one lonely summer in East Lansing and have been hopelessly hooked ever since.

What follows is the text of an email I sent to my buddy back in Michigan, outlining my theories and questions about the season 6 opener. But I figured I would put it out into the gaping black hole that is the Internet in hopes of getting some additional answers and theories.

1. So first of all: alternate reality?! Holy crap! Did they rip a hole in the space/time continuum or something? I don’t even care. I love it anyway!

2. At first I thought everything on the plane was backwards-- but it wasn't exactly. I mean, Rose trying to comfort Jack-- that's backwards! But everything was just a little off. Do you think Hurley is really lucky? Or do you think he's just lying (like Locke was to Boone about going on a walkabout)?

3. The knick on Jack's neck... is that a reference to the gash in his side that would have happened if the plane actually crashed?

4. I bet Jack DOES remember Desmond, like he was saying. Remember, they met while running in that stadium? That obviously happened before flight 815... so can we perhaps assume that this is still true, even in this parallel reality? I also wonder if Desmond is still flickering around in time like he was a few seasons ago. Do you think that's why he disappeared from the plane?

5. How many times can Sawyer beat up Jack in one episode?

6. Did you notice that Sayid had a different passport on the plane this time? He's Iraqi, but his passport was Iranian. Woah!

7. Who the hell is that crazy Japanese guy? And what would make Jack think he could beat him up? Why would Jack NOT assume that a guy like that would be awesome at karate?! C'mon Jack. Use your head.

8. I bet the smoke monster is in Sayid now. I mean-- dead is dead, right? Or maybe Jacob is in Sayid and smoke monster/Locke is going to have a battle royale with Jacob/Sayid.

9. OR (and stay with me on this) the same thing that happened to Ben, happened to Sayid. Remember when Sayid shot little Ben last season, Richard brought him to the temple and could save him but said that ''He'll forget this ever happened, and his innocence will be gone". So Sayid woke up asking what happened... which suggests he forgot it happened. But is his innocence gone? Does Sayid have any innocence left? He's a nice guy and all, but I mean, he's a professional torturer.

10. Where is smoke monster/Locke taking Richard? Also, I bet Richard was a slave on the Black Rock.

11. My first thought when I saw the island under water was "Jughead sunk it!" But then I realized that New Otherton was still there... so the island sunk well after Jughead.

12. I'm pretty sure I saw a Dharma logo on the shark!

13. At the swan site-- yeah, all the metal is twisted and the place is a mess because of the electromagnetic pull... but it sure doesn't look like a bomb went off. So that leaves me to ask, where the hell is the bomb?

14. I heard a theory that Jin had all that money in his bag because his plan was to deliver the watch for Sun's jerkface dad and then run away to start a new life with Sun in America. I don't really care. I hate this Jin. I like Dharma Jin better.

15. I loved Jack telling Locke, "Nothing is irreversible" when he gave Locke his card. Yeah… not when you have a hydrogen bomb, I guess.

Phew. I need a Dharma beer.

Research "Interests"

I'm not a PhD student, but this website has been cracking me up.
Here's one of my more recent favorites:

I am VERY interested in the research associated with shopping for things online.

Feb 2, 2010


In honor of today's holiday, I will post my favorite LOST character's favorite phrase.

Happy LOST Day, everyone!!

Jan 28, 2010

BNL Countdown

I love the new BNL song.

I suspect it’s about Steve, but I guess Ed is quoted in an interview as saying, “It could be about anyone I was in a band with for 20 years…” So I guess that leaves it pretty wide open.

I’m digging the sound of this new song and am generally excited about the prospect of an Ed-centric album. I’ve always liked his voice and particularly his acoustic guitar style.

But I’ll still miss Steve

Jan 27, 2010

There's No Crying in Grad School

“It’s supposed to be hard. If it wasn’t hard, everyone would do it. The hard is what makes it great.”
Jimmy Dugan

I didn’t expect the Peaches’ coach to know so much about grad school. I just hope UF doesn’t trade me to Racine.