Monday, December 15, 2008
2. For each subsequent question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
4. Tag 10 friends who might enjoy doing the game as well as the person you got the note from.
IF SOMEONE ASKS YOU FOR SPARE CHANGE, WHAT DO YOU SAY?
Star Mile, Joshua Radin
WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERFECT DATE?
Have You Seen My Love?, Barenaked Ladies
WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A JOB?
Easy Way Out, Elliott Smith
WHAT IS YOUR LATEST DILEMMA?
WHY DON'T YOU HAVE MORE MONEY?
Belle & Sebastian, Belle & Sebastian
WHAT IS YOUR SECRET NICKNAME?
Strange & Beautiful (I'll Put a Spell on You), Aqualung
WHERE DO YOU GO AT NIGHT?
Fighting in a Sack, The Shins
WHAT IS YOUR EMERGENCY PLAN?
Teenage Love Song, Rilo Kiley
WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR FRIENDS?
Tournament of Hearts, The Weakerthans
WHAT DO YOU DO FIRST THING IN THE MORNING?
Curbside Prophet, Jason Mraz
WHAT IS YOUR RINGTONE?
Against All Odds, The Postal Service
WHERE DO YOU WANT TO BE IN FIVE YEARS?
Flint (For the Unemployed and Underpaid), Sufjan Stevens
WHAT IS YOUR POLITICAL AFFILIATION?
Kissing the Lipless, The Shins
WHAT CAN YOU DO FOR YOUR COUNTRY?
You and the Night and the Music, Frank Sinatra
WHAT CAN YOUR COUNTRY DO FOR YOU?
Put the Lights on the Tree, Sufjan Stevens
WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?
WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM, PAL?
Einstein on the Beach (For an Eggman), Counting Crows
WHAT IS ON YOUR CHRISTMAS WISH LIST?
I've Had the Time of My Life, Dirty Dancing Soundtrack
WHAT'S THE BEST SONG TO MAKE LOVE TO?
Cemeteries of London, Coldplay
WHAT WOULD YOU DO FOR A KLONDIKE BAR?
The Last Unicorn, Kenny Loggins
WHY DO FOOLS FALL IN LOVE ?
If You're Gone, Matchbox Twenty
WHAT MAKES YOUR BLOOD BOIL?
Kingdom Come, Coldplay
WHAT MAKES YOUR LOINS ACHE?
Wild Pack of Family Dogs, Modest Mouse
WHAT'S THE SECRET OF YOUR SUCCESS?
Baby Blue Sedan, Modest Mouse
WHOM DO YOU ADMIRE MOST?
Giving It Away, Mae
WHO IS YOUR MORTAL ENEMY?
Painting by Chagall, The Weepies
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH YOUR LIFE?
Any Man of Mine, Shania Twain
WHAT HAVE WE LEARNED?
Follow You Down, Gin Blossoms
WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Myriad Harbour, The New Pornographers
Not tagging anyone, but everyone. (And if K and RG jumped off a cliff, I'm totally jumping too.)
Friday, December 12, 2008
by Clement Moore
Actually, it was originally called “A Visit from St. Nicholas,” but apparently that ruins the ending.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
Santa Claus is Bishop Nicholas, who lived in the 4th century A.D. He was very rich, generous, and loving toward children. Often he gave to poor children by throwing gifts in through their windows. This was a problem when the windows were closed.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
The average person gains 7 to 10 pounds during the holidays. Eat up.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
Quick survey: How many of your parents actually slept on the night before Christmas? I mean, toy assembly alone keeps them up until what? 1, 2 in the morning? And then the kids are up at 4? This is just perpetuating another vicious myth.
Where were we? Clatter. . . matter. . . flash. . . snow. . . You know all this. Mostly filler.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
Fact: Our idea of St. Nick was actually created by the Coca-Cola company. Seriously. So you can thank them for Coke, Diet Coke, Diet Coke with Lime, and Santa Claus.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! On Donner and Blitzen!
Two thoughts on the reindeer: One, some people argue that they replaced Pagan gods. Two, this poem is the first time they were ever named. You’d think a poet could have done better.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
Okay, assuming Santa is strictly visiting Christian children, he still has 300 million children to visit in one night. And if each child gets a 2-pound toy, then the sleigh has to carry over 321,000 tons plus Santa and his holiday weight gain. In order to get everywhere, Santa has to travel at 650 miles per second. 321,000 tons at 650 miles per second would create such enormous friction, Santa and his reindeer would burst into flames.
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.
Monday, December 08, 2008
See the difference? Look closely.
Utah cold has a car. Let me say that again. Utah cold has a Car.
I suddenly find myself in desparate need of coat, gloves, scarf, a second scarf to wrap around my head, and I'm still Cold. Which leads to why I wore pants to church yesterday.
If it's cold in jeans/trousers, it's even colder in a skirt. I've invested in tights (which I hate for various and obvious reasons), but with the snow, tights and heels seemed like a really bad idea yesterday. (Case in point: the week before I nearly did the splits on my 10-minute walk to the El. Luckily it was a narrow skirt, which provided some control.) So I decided I would put on my tights, but wear pants and boots until I got to church.
I'm so clever.
Until I got to the church bathroom, claimed the large stall, reached in my bag, pulled out my heels, reached in again, and
Right before I left for church, I had decided I wanted to wear a different skirt than I orignally planned. So I took the first skirt from my bag
and never put the second skirt in.
Friday, December 05, 2008
I hope you have an awesome party tonight and a wonderful birthday tomorrow. And tell Mom to give you your birthday present from me. Now.
Seriously. Go get your present. There's nothing else here.
Thursday, December 04, 2008
M at. . . I'm not sure. But she looks awesome, as always.
A local photog asked M to model for her. This is one of my favorites.
Stay tuned for more Maryn tomorrow!