Giirrrrrl talk. The mixez for the hippest, although once he became well known I believe hipsters probably broke his CD’s on their bony knees and gave a bored sigh. Anyway, a cool website for us who are catching up to speed– a player of Girl Talk mixes that breaks down each song’s sound bite AS it’s being PLAYED/MIXED. Another way to animate sound, hmm?

It’s easier to just check it out. ALLDAYSAMPLES.COM.

Tonight I’ma give it to ya harder
Tonight I’ma turn ya body out
Relax; let me do it how I wanna
If you got it I need it and I’ma put it down
Buckle up; I’ma give it to ya stronger
Hands up; we could go a little longer
Tonight I’ma get a little crazy, get a little crazy, baby

Never really thought of myself as a prude. Maybe I’m over-sensitive, but I feel like it’s distasteful in light of the violence Ri-ri has experienced (and it definitely encourages the typical masculine-violently-sexual nature of American male identity today). Not to vie for censorship, but the song is really in bad taste.

Today, the leathery orange hide of a Miz Lohan epitomizes the nastiness of sex, drugs, and party animalism. She is the story of wholesomeness turned to ash… cigarette ash… stumbling on Egotastic!’s gallery of her Muse magazine photoshoot, can she get any more repulsive? Having a cig while you’re being screwed? Why don’t you file your nails while you’re at it? And is that an extremely rare steak to her right?

NSFW…

is that her nipple sans areola, or just a nipply wart?

Menthol Mondays?

Rapist face

QT no' mo'

IT is a play; it is a tragedy. And she could have been great.

Graceee

OMG THE TERROR

It is the month to eat.

I haven’t stopped since Thanksgiving.

It’s becoming a problem. I wake up with thoughts of gravy soaked biscuits; I am numbed against the world as I dream of mashed potatoes and fries, and I fall asleep with mouthfuls of ice cream in my mind. Oooohh, I drool as I type.

Others say that this is a problem; that I shouldn’t be eating this much, and it’s not fair that I stay so thin. Well to them, I say: HA! I stay so thin as a cost to my energy’s endurance; anyway, it’s most likely one day I will wake up as plump as a pampered pigeon.

YUMMMERS

Raw product garnishes are the best. It's like: Before :: After

Cinnamon bun delights

Lately, I’ve been appreciating grapefruit, mini-organic-apples, chocolate covered gummy bears, popcorn, korean rice-cake soup, and today I convinced my co-workers to order thai food for lunch with me.

In Asian culture, food is the ultimate medium for community and hospitality. It is the epicenter of life. If you have enough to eat, you’re doing okay. If you have great tasting food to eat, you’re basically rich. Your life is good enough. That’s why when you visit an Asian house, it probably smells like Asian food.

On the flip side, refusing to eat what’s placed in front of you is the ultimate no-no. Refusing a plate of food (or picking at it) equates to selfishness, un-appreciation, and obviously spoiled upbringing. It means you haven’t suffered enough to realize how valuable that plate of food is, and you haven’t connected that the person who offered it had to work/sweat/cry to even serve it. Or at least, that’s how it’s definitely interpreted. In American culture, they’re pretty kind about not finishing what’s in front of you. I’ve been conditioned though, and now I can’t say I’m done until every scrap on my plate is gone…

Fatty McFatterson even eats his boogers

Sidenote: in history class, we learned about how the 1-child policy to control China’s population growth had Asians spoiling the single sons; the actual term for this demographic is “butterball”.

Off to dream of tasties and discover taffy in the wind!

<3

G

The Keira Knightley version does not hold as much sharp wit and conversation as the BBC’s version featuring Colin Firth as an authentic Mr. Darcy. Their focus holds on Keira and cinematic sort of effects– while the BBC’s unabridged feature forces audiences to focus on the mental dexterity and social interactions of such characters.

Anyway– wit.

I have also often found that many of the people I interact with outside of college tend to have more clever wit then your garden variety University of Washington student. This is of course a generalization, and I do not wish to pursue this observation. All I can suggest, is the limits of such wide education curriculum in the freedom of thought– the ability to “think outside the box”.

Blogs like hipsterrunoff.com and fakekarl.blogspot.com are soooo witty. Their reenactment and remediation of stereotypes and caricatures are spot-on observant. They point out the ridiculous insistence of these people in reflecting who they are. In a fell swoop of a sentence, wit masters can render the seriousness of any topic or cultural aspect brokenly ironic.

And I feel like all I can do is gasp and try to catch up with the next punchline.

I also feel like ehow.com or about.com should do an article on “How to be witty”. They do, after all, have one on “how to small talk”.

Gracie.