Friday, June 25, 2010

interesting idea

Immigrant farm workers' challenge: Take our jobs

SAN FRANCISCO – In a tongue-in-cheek call for immigration reform, farm workers are teaming up with comedian Stephen Colbert to challenge unemployed Americans: Come on, take our jobs.

Farm workers are tired of being blamed by politicians and anti-immigrant activists for taking work that should go to Americans and dragging down the economy, said Arturo Rodriguez, the president of the United Farm Workers of America.

So the group is encouraging the unemployed — and any Washington pundits or anti-immigrant activists who want to join them — to apply for the some of thousands of agricultural jobs being posted with state agencies as harvest season begins.

All applicants need to do is fill out an online form under the banner "I want to be a farm worker" at http://www.takeourjobs.org, and experienced field hands will train them and connect them to farms.

According to the Labor Department, three out of four farm workers were born abroad, and more than half are illegal immigrants.

Proponents of tougher immigration laws have argued that farmers have become used to cheap labor and don't want to raise wages enough to draw in other workers.

Those who have done the job have some words of advice for applicants: First, dress appropriately.

During summer, when the harvest of fruits and vegetables is in full swing in Central Valley, temperatures hover in the triple digits. Heat exhaustion is one of the reasons farm labor consistently makes the Bureau of Labor Statistics' top ten list of the nation's most dangerous jobs.

Second, expect long days. Growers have a small window to pick fruit before it is overripe.

And don't count on a big paycheck. Farm workers are excluded from federal overtime provisions, and small farms don't even have to pay the minimum wage. Fifteen states don't require farm labor to be covered by workers compensation laws.

Any takers?

"The reality is farmworkers who are here today aren't taking any American jobs away. They work in often unbearable situations," Rodriguez said. "I don't think there will be many takers, but the offer is being made. Let's see what happens."

To highlight how unlikely the prospect of Americans lining up to pick strawberries or grapes, Comedy Central's "Colbert Report" plans to feature the "Take Our Jobs" campaign on July 8.

The campaign is being played for jokes, but the need to secure the right to work for immigrants who are here is serious business, said Michael Rubio, supervisor in Kern County, one of the biggest ag producing counties in the nation.

"Our county, our economy, rely heavily on the work of immigrant and unauthorized workers," he said. "I would encourage all our national leaders to come visit Kern County and to spend one day, or even half a day, in the shoes of these farm workers."

Hopefully, the message will go down easier with some laughs, said Manuel Cunha, president of the California grower association Nisei Farmers League, who was not a part of the campaign.

"If you don't add some humor to this, it's enough to get you drinking, and I don't mean Pepsi," Cunha said, dismissing the idea that Americans would take up the farm workers' offer.

California's agriculture industry launched a similar campaign in 1998, hoping to recruit welfare recipients and unemployed workers to work on farms, he said. Three people showed up.

"Give us a legal, qualified work force. Right now, farmers don't know from day to day if they're going to get hammered by ICE," he said, referring to U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement. "What happens to my labor pool?"

His organization supports AgJobs, a bill currently in the Senate which would allow those who have worked in U.S. agriculture for at least 150 days in the previous two years to get legal status.

The bill has been proposed in various forms since the late 1990s, with backing from the United Farm Workers of America and other farming groups, but has never passed.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

I am currently enjoying . . .

Monday, June 7, 2010

Newsies + Gaga = Awesome

Hey you guuuuuuys!!!!

Today is the 25th anniversary of The Goonies!!!





Saturday, June 5, 2010

several things . . .

  • I just got an ice cream maker and I'm obsessed with sorbet. I've just been making a simple syrup and blending it with fruit. I've done blackberry and cherry so far. Blackberry was better, but both were really good.
  • Dinner tonight was delicious-grilled veggies and shrimp. We did leeks, peppers, zucchini, squash and cherry tomatoes. The cherry tomatoes were awesome.
  • Just watched Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging. It was cute and surprisingly funny.
  • I can't believe the season finale of Glee is this week. I hate it when there's a huge break in the middle of the season; it makes the second half seem ridiculously short.
  • Speaking of, in the last episode, when that horrible person, Jesse St. James, egged Rachel, I may have gotten a little teary. That was just taking mean to a new level.
  • I'm on a country music kick. I can't get enough of this song. Or this one.
  • These next couple of months before I move are going to kill me. I'm obsessing about it and time is just not moving fast enough.
  • I randomly went to Wyoming this week for a night. If ever you are going to be really sick or need medical attention, I would suggest that you do it at St. John's Medical Center in Jackson. It was the nicest hospital I have ever seen. No worries, though, I wasn't a patient, I was visiting a friend.
  • I'm giving up soda. Again.
  • I've been behaving completely out of character lately and spending time outside. And not only spending time outside, but actually enjoying the great outdoors. And by great outdoors, I mean sitting on the deck in our backyard. Baby steps.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

The owls!!!!!

5 Lovable Animals You Didn't Know Are Secretly Terrifying (Warning: contains swears, so don't click if you can't handle it.)

Monday, May 24, 2010

a quote

"Never explain. Everyone is far too full of their own private worries and fears. They'll take you for granted as long as you just seem sure of yourself. It's a great mistake ever to say anything when you needn't."

I saw this quote from Agatha Christie on Facebook and I think it needs to become my new life philosophy. I don't know if you've noticed, but I tend to feel the need to explain everything, even if it's something that wouldn't have been noticed had I not decided to explain it. I would explain further, but I'll just leave it at that. :)

Thursday, May 20, 2010

traumatized

I just finished watching Grey's and it was the most intense episode of any show that I have ever seen. I was in shock and traumatized seriously every ten minutes or so. I won't even discuss the amount of tears shed. If there is anyone else out there who watched it, please let me know so that as soon as my heart rate goes back to normal, we can discuss.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

mascara running down my face

I just discovered this little clip and darn near died laughing. NPH and Jason Segel doing Les Mis. Pure genius.

The Maltese Falcon (AFI #23)

This was not my favorite of the AFI movies. I only made it through the whole thing because I started reading my book like half an hour in. So I guess technically, I only really watched the first half hour and the last fifteen minutes. I just couldn't get in to it. I didn't care at all about the characters or what happened to them. I thought the acting kinda sucked (although Humphrey Bogart was o.k.) and I thought Peter Lorre was distracting. So . . . this wasn't the worst (remember Yankee Doodle Dandy?), but it definitely was not the best.



Side note: Every time I watch a movie in black and white, I spend an inordinate amount of time wondering what the costumes and set really looked like. Did they use specific colors for the way they looked in black and white? Did they use clothes that maybe clashed or looked garish in real life, but look good on screen?

feeling music

Here are a couple of songs that when they come on, I have to stop what I'm doing, close my eyes, and just feel the music. I know that sounds weird, don't make fun! But really, can't you just see me sitting in my room with my eyes closed, "feeling" the music!!!

1. Ennio Morricone-Theme from The Mission



2. Yanni-Aria



3. A R Rahman-Latika's Theme (from Slumdog Millionaire)



4. Garry Schyman-Praan (otherwise known as the music from the Where the Hell is Matt? video)





P.S. These songs also possibly make me tear up just a little bit.

Monday, May 17, 2010

song of the day and a nugget of a story



Waka Waka (This Time for Africa) by Shakira. It's the official song of the 2010 World Cup. And, because I think I might actually like this version better (which tends to be the case with most Shakira songs), here's the Spanish version . . .



And since we're on a Shakira kick, here's Gitana. I love this song because when my family lived in Spain I would go around singing about how I was a gitana (a gypsy). I would also try to sell flowers to the tourists in the park because that's what the gypsies did and I really wanted to be one. Sadly, due to my American citizenship (although I wasn't actually born here, a fact which could indeed further my goal) and non-nomadic lifestyle, I fear that dream will never be realized.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

this made me cry



and then I had to go watch this again . . .



and then go cuddle with my dogs.

Friday, May 14, 2010

my new obsession

The soundtrack to In the Heights is one of those albums where the first time I heard it, I wondered how it could possibly have been in existence without me knowing about it. I keep listening to it over and over again and I'm still amazed by it. Seriously . . . why have I just now found out about this music???









The Philadelphia Story (AFI #51)

I had watched Rear Window shortly before watching this movie with my parents, and we all agreed that Grace Kelly may be gorgeous to look at, but if we had to choose between them, Katharine Hepburn's spunkiness would win out every time. She's fantastic in a movie full of fantastic actors. Cary Grant is, as always, well . . . how do you describe him other than he's Cary Grant?!? He doesn't need a description, Cary Grant is the description. Jimmy Stewart (I can't call him James, it sounds wrong.) is hilarious, although I have to say, he (and everyone else) was upstaged by the little sister pretty much every time she came on the screen.

Letters to Juliet

Loved this movie. Vanessa Redgrave is just . . . wow. I want to be like her when I'm older.

Jasmine Coconut Rice with Mango

1 cup uncooked Soft Jasmine Rice (or long grain)
1 can Coconut Milk
2/3 cup sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 mango

Cover rice with cold water and rinse. Repeat until the water runs clear, about 3 times, and drain. In a medium saucepan bring 1 and 3/4 cups of water to a boil. Add the rice and stir briefly. Reduce heat to a low simmer and cover. Cook for 20-25 minutes or until the water is absorbed. In a saucepan, combine coconut milk, sugar and salt. Boil for 3 minutes, stirring frequently. Remove from heat. Pour the boiled coconut milk into the cooked rice. Stir well. Cover top of rice directly with wax paper or aluminum foil. Let rest for 30 minutes at room temperature. Peel the mango and cut into slices or squares. Spoon the rice, or scoop with an ice cream server onto a serving platter and decorate with mango slices.

Recipe from here.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

song of the day



Nina Simone-Feeling Good

Monday, May 3, 2010

so I think I'm moving

Well, I don't think I'm moving, I am moving. I made the final decision to move to Georgia. (You couldn't hear it, but after I typed that, I squealed a little.) Now I'm trying to figure out when. I'll be done with school in August, so I can go any time after that. My problem is that I need someone to drive out there with me, and both of my parents teach, so it'll have to be August, or wait until the week of Thanksgiving. Unless of course someone wants to take a road trip with me!

My parents have been amazingly supportive of this decision. I thought they would have something to say about me randomly wanting to move all the way across the country, but they just said they'd support me with whatever I decided, and they would help me get settled. (I possibly just squealed again!)

So now I just have to get through the next few months of school. Easier said that done, probably! And I think I'm going to sell a bunch of my stuff, so if anyone wants anything, let me know! Wow, I'm still kind of in shock that I'm actually doing this. In my mind, I just said "Good for you, Kim. Good for you." Yay me!!!

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

a possible solution?

Regarding the whole Facebook dilemma, I think I've decided that maybe I'm just on a technology overload right now. As I was thinking about deactivating my Facebook account, I kept wanting to go further and delete my Twitter account (that I rarely actually update, but instead use for important things like keeping up with Rob Thomas and anything having to do with Glee.), and unsubscribe from a bunch of my blogs, and stuff like that. So this morning I had a mini technology fast. I did check my email once, but other than that, I just listened to some educational podcasts (which may just be my new obsession) and tried to be productive. Much to my surprise (ok, not really!), things that I've been meaning to do for a while actually got done. Clean clothes were put away, trash was emptied, library books were gathered up, etc. Now my bedroom just looks really messy instead of making me look like I'm a hoarder or something.

So I think I'm going to try this technology fast thing for the rest of the week. I won't give up checking my email, but I will limit it to once in the morning and once in the afternoon. And probably once before I go to bed, too. I am going to give up checking Facebook, blogs and Twitter completely, though.

Wish me luck! I'll let you know how it goes!

Monday, April 26, 2010

Need advice! What are your thoughts?

I read on a friend's blog tonight that she deactivated her Facebook account, which is something I've been debating doing for a while now. Here are my reasons:
  1. I waste way too much time on it.
  2. Being friends on Facebook is not the same thing as keeping in touch with someone.
  3. People who I actually like and want to keep in touch with, more often than not, also have blogs, so I'm getting the same info from two different sources.
  4. If you are one of these people, odds are I value you enough to keep in touch with you in "real life" and not just through Facebook. Or at least I should, which is not to say that I do. Maybe if I didn't know your every move through Facebook, I would actually keep in touch. Like in a person-to-person manner, which has become an oddly foreign concept.
  5. It's so much more fun to get together with people when you don't already know everything that's been going on in their lives. It kind of limits conversational topics when you do.
Here are my concerns:
  1. No one will remember my birthday ever again.
  2. I'll never remember anyone else's birthday ever again.
  3. How will I procrastinate?
  4. I won't know big news instantaneously.
  5. If someone asks me if I'm on Facebook, what am I supposed to say that doesn't make me sound like a loser? But then again, maybe NOT being on Facebook will be the new cool thing, and I'll be ahead of the curve.
  6. There are actually several people who I keep in touch with solely through Facebook, like my cousin's friend in Georgia who I need to also be my friend if I do move to Georgia. (I also like her as a person, I'm not just using her!) And also friends from childhood. I suppose I could just get their e-mail addresses, but that's so 2005.
  7. I won't ever see anyone's pictures.
So what does everyone think? If you aren't currently on Facebook (Em and Betsy), why not and how do you survive without knowing what everyone is doing every second of every day? If you are on Facebook, do you think you could survive without it? Does anyone want to try like a week-long Facebook fast with me, just to see if we can do it? Is this just pure insanity? I mean how many years did we survive without Facebook, blogs, etc.? I don't recall having any problems and thinking to myself, you know, I would really like to know every thought and feeling of everyone I have ever been acquainted with. So . . . what do you think? Thoughts, comments, criticisms?

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Jaws (AFI #48)

I credit Jaws and Steven Spielberg with the following:
  • Ruining my family beach weeks in North Carolina. While swimming one time, I saw a large(ish) gray object out of the corner of my eye. After my heart started beating again and I finished peeing myself, I swam out of that water faster than Michael Phelps. Turns out it was just a piece of paper.
  • Inspiring me to learn more about sharks. This led to me finding out that it's true that sharks can attack you in 3 feet of water, which momentarily reinforced my fear of the ocean. Oddly enough, it also led me to want to become a marine biologist. This dream was dashed when my mom pointed out to me that I would be required to spend time in the sun. Given my red hair and fair skin, this didn't seem like a wise idea. Instead, I have spent the last 15ish years floundering from career to career, never finding anything I really want to do. Thanks, mom. ;)
  • Leading me to believe that any animal is just a step away from wanting to relentlessly stalk and kill me.
Issues I have with this movie:
  • The fake shark, but that's a given.
  • On a couple of occasions while they're out on the boat, the music reminded me of The Goonies, which Spielberg also worked on.
  • SPOILER!!! After he blows up the shark, the guts go everywhere, which would just draw in any other sharks in the area and create a feeding frenzy.
  • As Chief Brody and Hooper swim towards shore, they're swimming right into where all the seagulls are, which would seem to indicate that they are swimming right towards the shark guts. Please refer to the above comment.
That being said, I love this movie. Nothing can make me tense up quite like those first couple notes of the Jaws music. I also think the way they filmed a lot of it from the shark's point of view makes it scarier. You just see the fear on the face of the actors and can better imagine yourself in their position. Or at least I can. My imagination tends to run wild, so I picture the cold, black eyes; the razor sharp, bloody teeth,; and the stench of rotting flesh coming from its gaping mouth. I don't think I would be able to see that if I had the actual visual of an obviously fake shark lunging towards me. Um . . . I don't know what to say to wrap this up after that visual. Go rent the movie. It's worth watching again. See it before you go swimming.


Rear Window (AFI #42)

Going in order wasn't working, so I just decided to watch what I want to when I want to. Big shocker, I know!

Rear Window is the Hitchcock movie that scared me the most the first time I watched it. (Probably because I didn't see Psycho until many years later.) SPOILERS AHEAD!!! I think it was the whole knowing someone is coming, but being incapacitated so you can't do anything about it. That freaks me out-seeing the lights go off in the hallway and hearing the footsteps. It gives me the heebie jeebies just thinking about it.

Watching Rear Window this time, I was struck (and re-struck) by several things . . .
  • I love that it was a scary movie without all sorts of special effects.
  • Um . . . Grace Kelly is gorgeous.
  • If I turn into Miss Lonelyhearts and start having pretend dinners, please do something. I give you permission to send in the white coats.
  • I'm so used to seeing actors have smokin' bodies, that it was almost a shock to see Jimmy Stewart's old man body. It wasn't a bad thing necessarily, it was just a jolt to the system.
  • Is blog stalking and such the modern day equivalent of what Jimmy Stewart was doing?

Monday, April 19, 2010

official bum wiper

Yesterday, I heard Sariah shouting from the bathroom, "Kimbuhwee, come wipe my bum!" Obviously, I tried to ignore it and let my mom go help her, but she just said "No, Grandma, I want Kimbuhwee to wipe my bum." So I did and oddly enough, I felt quite special.

Friday, April 16, 2010

What?!?

The Donner Party may not have actually eaten each other? Was nothing we learned in school actually true? I feel like my entire childhood has been a lie! Next they're going to try to tell us that the first Thanksgiving wasn't really a harmonious settler-Indian gathering involving mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie. Or that Jesus wasn't really born on Christmas.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

so excited

I'm going to Vegas tomorrow to see these guys . . .


and probably most of these guys (same event, different child, 3 years later) . . .



and I just decided to stay a few extra days to see these guys . . .



I can't wait for . . .
  • baby snuggles
  • little girl snuggles
  • some Scooby Doo watching
  • hanging with my family
  • seeing my sister-in-law's family (I quite enjoy them.)
  • movie watching with Traci
  • not having school or work
  • baby and little girl snuggles (Did I already say that?)

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Guess Who's Coming to Dinner (AFI #99)

Wow. Unlike Yankee Doodle Dandy, I loved this movie and can absolutely see why it's on AFI's list. Unlike the recent(ish) remake, Guess Who, this movie focused more on social prejudices and family relationships, instead of just trying to get laughs. Katharine Hepburn played the loving mother perfectly. The scene at the beginning where she's in the bedroom talking to her daughter is so sweet; and the part where she sends Hillary on her way made me gasp, and at the same time, made me wonder if that's something Katharine Hepburn would have done in real life! Spencer Tracy was also perfect in his role as the cantankerous father who (spoiler alert!) eventually comes around. His final speech made me a little teary and actually seemed quite relevant, given the current issues surrounding gay marriage. And as for Sidney Poitier . . . what can I say? Perfection, as always. In another moment that seemed oddly relevant and current, his character remarked on, and chuckled a little bit about how his fiance thought their (half-white, half-black, in case you haven't caught on yet!) child would some day be President. Oh, how naive he thought she was being!

So . . . long story short, rent this movie. It was much better than most of the movies I've seen lately.

Next up on the list is Unforgiven. I'm not a big fan of Westerns, so we'll see how this goes. I blame my dislike of them on an unfortunate childhood viewing of the movie, Shane. I can still hear that obnoxious little kid saying "Shaaaaaaaaaaane!" If you've seen it, you know what I mean!

song of the day



Kyrie-Mr. Mister. One of my favorite 80s songs. Is it just me or does the drummer look like Perez Hilton to an almost frightening degree? I had to watch the video several times to make sure I wasn't seeing things.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Yankee Doodle Dandy

I decided to just do the basic 100 years, 100 movies list, and number 100 on the list is Yankee Doodle Dandy. I'm watching it right now, and I don't foresee myself finishing it. I just can't get into it. I don't care about the characters at all and I can't get involved in the storyline. It just isn't happening.

Next up on the list is Guess Who's Coming to Dinner. You can't go wrong with Sidney Poitier. Or Spencer Tracy and Katharine Hepburn, for that matter. Of course most people would probably say the same thing about James Cagney. I really am kind of disappointed about the whole Yankee Doodle Dandy thing. Oh well, what can you do?

vietnamese salad

This was delicious. I based it on this recipe on Goop.

bok choy
Napa cabbage
watercress
fresh basil
fresh mint
fresh cilantro
carrot matchsticks
cucumber slices
Thai red chili, sliced thinly
peanuts, roughly chopped
handful of bean sprouts
diced avocado

Roughly chop the greens and herbs. Toss all of the above together.

1/4 c. fresh lime juice
1 T. rice vinegar
2 tsp. soy sauce
1/4 c. fish sauce (Obvs not vegan-I have no idea what would work as a substitute, flavor-wise)
1/4 tsp. salt
1/2-3/4 tsp. sesame oil
a few drops of Siracha chili sauce
a couple spoonfuls of brown sugar
minced garlic to taste
minced ginger to taste
finely diced shallot

Whisk together, drizzle over salad, then toss together.

song of the day



Shame On You by the Indigo Girls

Monday, April 12, 2010

in lieu of being productive . . .

I love movies. Love 'em. But unfortunately, I feel like the only ones I watch these days are bromances or rom-coms. So . . . I'm going to change it up a little. You know all those AFI's 100 years, 100 . . . lists? I've decided my goal for the summer (since I'm not taking any vacations and so will need something to do) is to work my way through one of the lists. I can't decide which one though. There's:

100 years . . . 100 movies
. . . 100 laughs
. . . 100 thrills
. . . 100 passions
. . . 100 cheers

My original thought was to just do the original 100 years . . . 100 movies, but watching 100 years . . . 100 cheers (all inspiring movies) sounds like more fun. 100 passions would be fun too, as would 100 laughs and 100 thrills. I just don't know. Anyone have any thoughts? Anyone wanna watch a movie with me?

song of the day




Waiting in Vain by Annie Lennox

Love the ensemble!

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

tales from junior high

Since today’s Song of the Day is from Green Day, I thought I would tell you a little story about how I came to enjoy Green Day.

So you know how I have kind of an obsessive personality? Well this was never more obvious than in junior high. You see, there was this guy named Paul and pretty much, he was beautiful. He was a year older than me and had the bad boy vibe going on, which obviously made him that much more attractive. Because of this, I pretty much stalked him every day during lunch. My little group of friends and I followed him everywhere he went, from one end of the school to the other, although he usually just hung out by the vending machines.

Besides being artistic and having great hair, Paul also liked Green Day. And since no 14 year-old girl’s life is complete without changing herself for every guy she has a crush on, I decided that I needed to like Green Day as well. This was like 1994ish, and the album Dookie had just come out. One of my BFF’s, Dawn, had the tape (yes, children, this was before CD’s), so I would go over to her house all the time and listen to it, fast forwarding to the songs that were on the radio and were cool. (Side note-remember how tedious it was to have to fast forward and rewind tapes?)

I soon decided that just listening to the songs wasn’t enough, since obviously Paul didn’t know I was listening to the tape because I never actually spoke to him. Fortunately, he had a Green Day t-shirt that he wore all the time and, as luck would have it, Dawn had the exact same t-shirt. (I tried to find a picture of said t-shirt, but I can’t because it was just that cool and that special and rare. And it was a really long time ago.) So, of course, I borrowed the shirt from Dawn and started wearing it all the time. And before long, Paul noticed and actually started talking to me, and then not much later, asked me out!

Hahahaha! Actually, no. I continued wearing the shirt and stalking him, and Paul continued ignoring me. And that is how I came to enjoy Green Day.

song of the day

First, because it's Wednesday morning and I'm dragging, a song to wake me (and you) up . . .


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Just a Song About Ping Pong by Operator Please. Unfortunately, the YouTube video is unembedable (pretty sure that's not a word!).

And now the song of the day



21 Guns by Green Day

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

song of the day





Jungle Drum by Emiliana Torrini. Kinda weird, but completely infectious. I can see my nieces enjoying this-I'll have to introduce it to them later this week when they come up for a visit.

Monday, April 5, 2010

you didn't get mad when . . .

Saw this on a blog and thought it was interesting. I don't agree with all of it, but I like the general gist of it.



You didn't get mad when the Supreme Court stopped a legal recount and appointed a President.

You didn't get mad when Cheney allowed Energy company officials to dictate energy policy.

You didn't get mad when a covert CIA operative got outed.

You didn't get mad when the Patriot Act got passed.

You didn't get mad when we illegally invaded a country that posed no threat to us.

You didn't get mad when we spent over 600 billion (and counting) on said illegal war.

You didn't get mad when you saw the Abu Ghraib photos.

You didn't get mad when over 10 billion dollars just disappeared in Iraq.

You didn't get mad when you found out we were torturing people.

You didn't get mad when the government was illegally wiretapping Americans.

You didn't get mad when we didn't catch Bin Laden.

You didn't get mad when you saw the horrible conditions at Walter Reed.

You didn't get mad when we let a major US city, New Orleans, drown.

You didn't get mad when we gave a 900 billion tax break to the rich.

You didn't get mad when the deficit hit the trillion dollar mark.

You finally got mad when the government decided that people in America deserved the right to see a doctor if they are sick. Yes, illegal wars, lies, corruption, torture, stealing your tax dollars to make the rich richer, are all okay with you, but helping other Americans...oh hell no.

This morning I was wakened by an alarm clock run on electricity generated by the public power monopoly regulated by the US Department of Energy. I then took a shower in the clean water provided by the municipal water utility. After that, I turned on the TV to one of the FCC regulated channels to see what the national weather service of the National Oceanographic and Atmospheric Administration determined the weather was going to be like using satellites designed, built, and launched by the National Aeronautics and Space Administration. I watched this while eating my breakfast of US Department of Agriculture inspected food and taking the drugs which have been determined safe by the Food and Drug Administration.

At the appropriate time as regulated by the US Congress and kept accurate by the National Institute of Standards and Technology and the US Naval Observatory, I got into my National Highway Traffic Safety Administration approved automobile and set out to work on the roads build by the local, state, and federal departments of transportation, possibly stopping to purchase additional fuel of a quality level determined by the Environmental Protection Agency, using legal tender issued by the Federal Reserve Bank. On the way out the door I deposited any mail I had to be sent out via the US Postal Service and dropped the kids off at the public school.

After spending another day not being maimed or killed at work thanks to the workplace regulations imposed by the Department of Labor and the Occupational Safety and Health Administration, enjoying another two meals which again did not kill me because of the USDA, I drove my NHTSA car back home on the DOT roads, to my house which had not burned down in my absence because of the state and local building codes and fire marshal’s inspection, and which had not been plundered of all its valuables, thanks to the local police department.

I then logged on to the internet, which was developed by the Defense Advanced Research Projects Administration and posted on freerepublic.com and Fox News forums about how SOCIALISM in medicine is BAD because the government can’t do anything right.

song of the day



Swing Wide the Glimmering Gates by Andy Osenga

Friday, April 2, 2010

green screen fail

While we were in Vegas last weekend, my mom, aunt and I took my nieces to the Shark Reef Aquarium at the Mandalay Bay. As you go in they make your group take a picture in front of a green screen, and then there are various backgrounds to choose from. Unfortunately, I was wearing a green shirt, and a green shirt and a green screen do not a good combination make. Fortunately, not being able to see half of my body makes me look a lot skinnier!



Thursday, April 1, 2010

Attention all mothers

If you do this I will shun you and talk about you behind your back because it is creepy.

more sassiness!

Menergy!

Thursday, March 25, 2010

how very, very cool

Click here for a virtual tour of the Sistine Chapel.

giant poop bubbles

Just when you thought it was safe to go outside, the Midwest is apparently rife with giant poop gas bubbles.

Monday, March 22, 2010

I swear . . .

I find it interesting that people are taking the passing of the healthcare bill as a sign that Jesus is coming. How many other countries in the world have universal healthcare? Apparently Jesus only cares about what happens in the United States and will base his triumphant return upon what happens here and only here. I can't imagine why Americans are thought of as arrogant! And what's even more arrogant is that as I typed that, I seriously thought "Now watch, Jesus will come back just to spite me because I wrote that." Yeah, because Jesus cares about my blog!

giant gay repellent umbrella




There is a storm being caused by gay marriage and we are all in serious trouble. This is a parody of NOM's Anti-Gay Marriage PSA. Watch the original http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wp76ly2_NoI&e

Sunday, March 21, 2010

more wedding pictures

Me and Erin (Erin and I?). Do you see the family resemblance?


Night before the wedding, hanging out with Erin's friends.


Lindsay, Erin, me.


It was this big!


There may or may not have been alcohol consumed before the following picture was taken.


Ditto.


Yup, they're still there!


A common theme. I believe every single second of this weekend was documented by multiple cameras!

Saturday, March 20, 2010

awesomely bizarre



Something about this is just wrong . . . and yet so right. Make sure you watch the whole thing.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

give it to me!

As you may have noticed, I'm going through an obsessive blogger phase. Don't worry, I'll make up for it later by not blogging for a couple months.

When I first started reading this tribute to the movie The Monster's Christmas (don't worry, I had never heard of it either) I was slightly intrigued and then I saw the following and it is now my mission in life to find this movie.

I can't stop watching this; it's hypnotic. In my mind, when she makes the face, there are sound effects.

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And this may just be my new favorite song.

careful!

I once had a roommate who accused me of being a hypochondriac. This was ironic because for everything I thought was wrong with me, she had already had it and most of the time, had it worse. But I digress . . . here's an article about 6 Things Your Body Does Every Day (That Can Destroy You). So, since you could die at any second, let us eat, drink and be merry. Or are we not supposed to do that? I can never remember if the Bible tells us to do something or not to do something, hence that whole coveting my neighbor's ass debacle.

pure genius


entertaining


I have just discovered Cracked.com. Prepare to be inundated with funny/interesting articles. First up-the Disney model for relationships. Here's just one gem from this article:

Where does the incest come into play? That would be compliments of The Lion King. Oh yeah. Extending beyond the realm of the back-water hills of Appalachia, digging your sister stretches over the Atlantic and hits the Savannah. There is only one male in the pride. That would be the beloved lion king, Mufasa. Simba and Nala grew up in the same pride. Again, I reiterate, there are no other males making babies in the pride. That would make Simba and Nala half siblings. That's right. They used the British royalty method of keeping the King's bloodline pure. The punishment of such a relationship? A half-baked sequel staring your mutant off-spring that introduces new blood (in the form of one new male) into the pride. I'm not even going to tread near the notion of how Simba inherited all those females. Neither The Lion King or The Lion King II: Simba's Pride seem to have any scruples concerning raising children in a harem of sex partners. An orgy is simply quality "family time."

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

good song

I hate it when you can't embed YouTube videos. Anyway, I'm really into the song, "Painkiller" by Turin Brakes right now. I can't get enough of it. I wake up with it running through my head.

interesting experience-long, but please read!

The other day I was at the grocery store, going through the check-out line, when the cashier asked me if I was ready for Easter and started talking about wanting to color eggs. I told her I don't eat eggs, which then led to a discussion on being vegan. She said she could understand not eating meat, but she would never be able to give up cheese and milk, and then she said that dairy cows were probably treated better than the cows for slaughter anyway. I said no, actually they're not; for starters, they're kept pregnant so they'll produce milk. The cashier couldn't believe that. So my question for anyone reading this is do you think dairy cows are special cows that just magically produce milk? I would like to share a little secret with you; cows are mammals and just like humans, only produce milk after giving birth. There is no such thing as a cow that produces milk constantly, which is why dairy cows are constantly impregnated. And don't go thinking that pregnant cows are treated well. They are kept in cages and they are barely able to move. Then, once they give birth, that calf is immediately ripped from them. If it's a male cow, it's sent to the veal factory. If it's a female cow, it will be subjected to the same fate as its' mother. Now you're probably thinking well it's just an animal, it doesn't know or care when it's baby is taken away.
  • "The terrible sound one hears on any dairy farm after a cow has given birth is the call of a lost calf, calling her mother, and the mother answering in desperation. If that is not suffering, I don't know the meaning of the word. . . . the removal of her calf is the single worst incident in the life of a dairy cow. . . . We saw one cow outside the stockade, roaming, looking for her calf, and bellowing. 'That's not a happy cow,' Temple said. 'That's one sad, unhappy, upset cow. She wants her baby. Bellowing for it, hunting for it. She'll forget for a while, and then start again. It's like grieving, mourning--not much written about it. People don't like to allow them thoughts or feelings.'"*
If that sounds unpleasant, keep in mind that the same scenario is repeated over and over again, with calf after calf, until the dairy cow is finally too old, at which point they are slaughtered. And of course since they are now older cows, the only thing their meat is good for is hamburger meat, which is a whole separate topic. Now I am certainly not going to tell you not to eat animal products, because that's a very personal decision, but I would like to ask that you think about where the food that you eat comes from, and perhaps educate yourself on the topic. If, after finding out all the facts, you still want to eat meat, drink milk, etc., that's fine, at least you know what went into what you eat. So please, do some investigating. Find out where your food comes from. Find out what it takes to get it to your plate and then make an enlightened decision about what you will choose to feed you and your family.


*Taken from "The Face on Your Plate: the Truth About Food" by Jeffrey Moussaieff Masson, pg. 80.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

stuff I'm enjoying at the moment

The soundtrack to Spring Awakening. So good.












Whale Wars



"Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk" by Rufus Wainwright




any book by Susan Jane Gilman


baby bok choy



eos smooth sphere in sweet mint

Monday, March 15, 2010

pics from dinner

Here are some pictures from dinner our first night in Georgia.

Me and my cousin, Becky


Top Row-Lindsay and Erin. Bottom row-Jenny, Becky and me.


Left to Right-Uncle Don, Aunt Debbie, my dad, Becky, me, Lindsay, Lindsay's boyfriend Matt, Jenny, Jenny's fiance Kevin, Jon, Erin.

a blog I enjoy

I just discovered the blog Rurally Screwed and love it. I especially enjoy the post "Rumble at Wally World." You should go read it. This is one of the (many) reasons I hate shopping at Wal-Mart. If only I had the guts to stand up to people like she did!

miracle workers

Here's what I bought to tame the humidity-induced frizzies while I was in Georgia:

Garnier Fructis Style Sleek and Shine Anti-Humidity Hairspray

John Frieda Frizz-Ease Weather Works Weather-Proofing Style Sealant Creme (that's a mouthful!!!)


These products were miracle workers. I highly recommend them if you're going anywhere that's humid. I only wish I had found them earlier than our last day in Georgia.

What exactly is that???

Mark's email today contained this gem:

I'm assuming that is a dog, but I'm not 100% sure. I think maybe there's a little warthog in there too.


But then again, the face is a little hyena-ish.

Tom's Shoes

Have you heard about Tom's Shoes? For every pair of shoes you buy, they donate a pair to a child in need in a developing country. According to the website:

Many children in developing countries grow up barefoot. Whether at play, doing chores or going to school, these children are at risk:

  • A leading cause of disease in developing countries is soil-transmitted diseases, which can penetrate the skin through bare feet. Wearing shoes can help prevent these diseases, and the long-term physical and cognitive harm they cause.
  • Wearing shoes also prevents feet from getting cuts and sores. Not only are these injuries painful, they also are dangerous when wounds become infected.
  • Many times children can't attend school barefoot because shoes are a required part of their uniform. If they don't have shoes, they don't go to school. If they don't receive an education, they don't have the opportunity to realize their potential.
I got these ones:
I know the shoes are a little pricey, but honestly, I would rather pay more and know that my money is helping a child in need, instead of just getting a cheap pair of shoes.

Georgia Day 3

Saturday was the big day-Erin was finally getting married!!! Other than a last minute run to the Rite Aid to try to find some products to deal with the humidity (It wasn't an afro, and I'm not Jewish, so it wasn't a Jewfro, so maybe I'll call my situation a MoFro.), we didn't do much except get ready for the wedding. Everyone looked great-the bride was gorgeous, the bridesmaids looked fabulous in their dresses, and the mother of the bride looked beautiful. The guys looked good too, but you can't really say much about a tux. I did manage to light the memory candle without tripping along the way or knocking the candle over and burning down the church. I was quite proud of myself. The ceremony went off without a hitch, and after pictures, we headed out to the reception site. This is when things started to go terribly wrong. So remember how I'm vegan? And remember how I said I was taking a break this weekend, and just eating what was available? Yeah, well that ended up not going so well. On the way out to the reception, my stomach started to feel not so great. I downed a couple of stomach pills, hoping that would help, but unfortunately, it didn't. Shortly before we started eating (the reception food was delicious, btw), the pain started to really hit. I took another pill, praying that they would start to kick in, but after a little while, I realized that was just not happening. I wanted to stay to see Erin and Jon off, but I only lasted through the toasts, cake cutting, and first dance, and then I had to hurry and say good-byes (It's possible I got teary eyed each time I hugged someone good-bye.) and get out of there. I was seriously dying the whole drive back to the hotel. I've cheated and eaten non-vegan a couple of times before and had a pretty bad upset stomach, but this far and away put those moments to shame. I'll spare you the details, but I will say that there was internal intestinal bleeding involved, and that is why I will never eat meat again. Never ever ever. Never.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Georgia Day 2

Yesterday we all went to get our nails did and . . . AND . . . I got my very first pedicure! I know, you would think that with my obsession with all things beauty related, this would have happened a long time ago. I now plan on making this a regular occurrence. Well, as regular as my budget will allow.

Later we did the wedding rehearsal and I'm happy to report that my whole lighting the memory candle thing is not quite as scary as I had thought, and fortunately, there will be someone there to supervise all flame-related activities, so if I do manage to burn down the church, it won't be solely my fault. After the rehearsal, we went to the rehearsal dinner out at Jon's (Erin's fiance) property. They had it catered by The Varsity and it was delicious. I've gone off of my vegan healthy lifestyle for the weekend because really, I don't think it's possible to be vegan in the south. Or at least it isn't if you're just visiting and aren't cooking for yourself. Anyway, at the rehearsal dinner I had chili dogs and onion rings. Best chili dogs and onion rings ever. During the dinner I hung out with my cousin, Jenny, who I don't think I had ever really talked to much before. Erin and Lindsay are more my age, so I've always hung out with them. It was nice to visit with Jenny and get to know her a little bit better.

After the dinner I went with Erin, Lindsay and several of her friends to a hotel bar for drinks, then we went back to the hotel room and hung out for a little while. It's been nice getting to know some of Erin's friends. I always see their names on email forwards and their pictures on Facebook, so I was excited to get to actually meet them.

Being here has actually made me think about moving down here. I have this itch to do something and move somewhere when I'm done with school in August. I think the only thing stopping me would be having to find new products for the whole hair/humidity issue. Well, that and finding a job and a place to live, I guess. We'll see what happens. I do really like it down here. Maybe I'll do it for like a year and just see how things go.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Georgia Day 1

My dad and I flew to Georgia this morning for my cousin Erin's wedding. When we arrived at the airport and tried to check in, I learned that since my last flight, I have somehow managed to earn a spot on the no-fly list. Yeah. We had to go to a special line to check in and I had to go through a rigorous process of verifying my identity (meaning that I had to verify my date of birth). The lady at the counter told me the next time I book a flight I should use my middle initial. Unfortunately, I have no middle name. Maybe all common and generic names are put on the list or something, I don't know. At dinner we all decided that I should go ahead and give myself a middle name, and that it should be Hussein, because what are they gonna do-put me on the no-fly list? Oh that's right, they already did.

Anyway, we finally made it to Georgia and met up with my aunt, uncle, and cousins for some good ole southern BBQ. It was great to see everyone and it's great to be down here. The last time I was in Georgia was like 1992. My hair apparently has missed the humidity since the moment I stepped off the plane (not even out of the airport, mind you), it immediately started to frizz. I think it and my skin have just been soaking up every bit of moisture they can. Ahh, the joys of living in the desert!

I also decided that since my mom is from North Carolina, I am only half Yankee, and therefore I have the right to freely use the word y'all, and to discuss, with righteous indignation, the war of northern aggression. It is my birth right.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

today's highlights

1. I finally got my dress for my cousin's wedding. Also got a little black shrug to wear with it and black heels. I'm not entirely sure about the shoes, but at this point I've already started breaking them in and I just can't be bothered to find shoes that will not only match a little bit better, but that also come in my size and are actually at the store and don't have to be ordered. (I have big feet-size 11. Oprah wears 11 too. And so does Paris Hilton, but she doesn't get to be in my big foot club because well, she's Paris Hilton.)



2. I watched yesterday's episode of Kell on Earth and loved that Kelly and Andrew crashed Tandrew's blind date. If you aren't watching this show, you need to be. Not getting Bravo is no excuse-they put the episodes online.

3. While I was in Vegas over the weekend (don't you love how I just threw that in there, nonchalantly, like I'm this world traveler and have this fabulous life!), I stopped at Trader Joe's because they have a great vegan selection. One of the things I got was a Vegetable Panang Curry (third item down), which I ate today. It was so good. So good. BTW, Trader Joe's needs to be opening up a store somewhere along the Wasatch Front ASAP. If you can open stores in Wisconsin and Minnesota, surely you can branch out into Utah.

4. This actually occurred last night, but I'm still riding the high from it . . . Gossip Girl is finally back after an exceedingly long hiatus!!! And if Gossip Girl's back, that means Daily Intel's Gossip Girl Recap is also back!!!

5. Even more sassiness!!!!

Monday, March 8, 2010

Best news ever!

My prayers have been answered! A Sephora will be opening at the Fashion Place mall in June!!! No more having to wait until I go to Vegas! A little danger warning is going off in the recesses of my mind. I have a feeling this could be a slightly bad thing for my bank account. Maybe I'll have to get a part-time job there, just so I can get a discount.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

sassy gay friend

Hamlet would have ended much differently if Ophelia had a sassy gay friend!

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

baby!

So excited to announce I have a new nephew. His name is Trevor Walker. I shall commence with calling him T-Dub immediately.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Finally!

We've been waiting all weekend to hear from my brother, who's on a mission in Chile right now, and he finally emailed this morning!!! I'm so glad to finally hear from him-needless to say, this last weekend was a bit stressful! Here's part of his email . . .

So, just so you know, I´m perfectly fine! Saturday morning I woke up because I heard a bunch of weird noise, and all of the sudden, everything just started shaking like crazy. I realized what was going on, and I hopped out of bed and shook Elder Barreiro awake, and we ran/stumbled out of the house. I really don´t even know how to explain it. Sirens everywhere, dogs barking, people yelling, the world moving. It was madness. I was in socks shorts and garments so it was a little chilly. The earthquake part lasted about a minute and Luckily nothing happened to our house(besides all the stuff inside had been thrown all over the floor), so after while in the street we went back in, but then everything started shaking again so we naturally left. The tremblors kept happening all throughout the night and our neighbors, and members kept coming by to check on us so we didn´t get any sleep. At about 7 the Assistants to the president came and told us to stay put in case they called, which was pointless because the phones weren´t working either. And the lights and water didn´t work in Con Con so there wasn´t much to do. We did end up leaving to go check on some people that live close by and everyone was ok. We spent the day passing by members and investigators to see if they needed help with anything but Con Con didn´t really have to much destruction. There were a couple of apartment buildings that had the roofs and a couple floors fall in though. We also have orders to call our families, but none of the call centers are working still so I don´t think that will be happening. We got water and power back yesterday, but the power is like, half the strength, and the water was orange, and now they´ve cut it till tomorrow, so yea. Fortunately we have about twenty big bottles stored up of water in the pension so all is well. I just stink.