Weather, Food, Simon Cowell, and Liberty and Justice for All?
A recent kind comment from all 1.7 of my viewers (I may actually have TWO now) has convinced me to blog again! So here I am, my pretties!
It is a March windy day (windy March) here in New England. In general, New Englanders are obsessed with weather. That is because the weather here changes faster than you can say, "American Idol Sucks". In my opinion, this latest season does suck. I tuned in last night for about five minutes and I realized that most of the people singing were actually quite bad. I mean, seriously! A few of them can sing, by that I mean the twenty-nine year old guy with the prematurely grey head of hair, the plump twenty-something African-American woman with the nice smile, and the tiny sixteen year old African-American who seems way too young to be singing her way to fame and fortune already. I wonder about this trend in entertainment as the ages skew younger and younger -- I mean what, you get famous at 16, peak at 21, die at 25? I guess it worked for the Jim Morrisons and Kurt Cobains and Janice Joplins (although they were part of the 27 Club -- apparently, one must DIE at the age of 27 if one was a FAMOUS ROCK STAR!! It's some weird numerological rule!).
Ah, well. I have a little crush on Simon Cowell, although he reeks of self-satisfied smugness. Still, the British accent is sexy, and I picture him sitting around Martini lounges that play songs by the Rat Pack in Los Angeles. Los Angeles, our modern-day Babylon.
I have been to Los Angeles twice. I may have mentioned in previous blogs that I went out there under the lame pretext of thinking I would stay. Instead I fled, clutching my guitar and two suitcases and what was left of my sanity. LA is a mighty weird place, although it is also a very seductive one. I was reading in a travel guide that LA is actually a mostly blue-collar town that has been overshadowed by the Film Industry's presence. It's probably very true, as I only saw the nicest parts of it (although I was staying in "workaday" Culver City). What I do remember is immediately feeling that if I lived there, I would have to Be On A Diet Every Day of My Life. And American women are already tyrannized by fashion models exhorting us to greater heights of thinness. Ugh! It's disgusting. I love to eat, personally, and although I am not heavy I am so tired of women who seem to apologize for putting food in their mouth. The Apologetic Salad Eating Women. They always order big salads for lunch! As if they won't be craving Snickers bars a half hour after eating all them greens! Ah, for a Snickers bar. I do like them so.
Because my Landlady is always in the kitchen, I am now reverting back to my college days and microwaving food. It's truly sad. Last night I had a brainstorm and realized that I must get brave again and COOK. I miss COOKING!! I am tired of eating dried soup and microwave ramen noodles. I mean, it's ridiculous, people, I'm a grown person now (how grown I refuse to say -- unmarried women my age are, of course, either physically repulsive or gay! HA!). So last night I dreamed of buying chicken, maybe a little rice, making some veggies and having an ACTUAL MEAL! With a roll! There is something weirdly satisfying about buying a single roll from the grocery store and eating it with your Complete Nuclear Meal, the kind the FDA would approve of! When it's not marketing heart-attack inducing weight loss pills! Can we say, ephedrine??
Enough about food, I'm getting hungry. This morning I stopped at Brueger's Bagels (sp) and had me a nice cup of java and an everything bagel. Two men, maybe a few years younger than early thirty-something me (YES! She admits her age, kind of, at last!), were praying at a table close to mine. It was nice to hear, actually, although it brought me back to my college days when I was a member of an evangelical Christian group, the kind that the president probably belonged to once. Yes, I am implying that this may be a BAD THING. This was the kind of group that believes that God is MALE, women, while OK in general, really do belong (yeah, if we REALLY admitted it) with kids hanging around and a stove close by, and that non-Christians are heading straight to a fiery hell. I guess Dante's version of that was icier, which makes sense to me personally, but fundamentalist Christians like things HOT. Fried HOT, my brethren!!
Still, it was nice to see it anyway, as my spiritual side definitely does its fair share of praying. Plus you just don't see many people praying in a liberal New England town with lots of folks who vote Democrat. Not out loud, anyway! When I lived in the South you'd see that kind of thing a bit more, since Southerners are Religious and the Lord is a Mighty, Mighty Man. Personally I think the Lord is probably pretty tired of this sexist assumption that He has a Penis.
To that end I am recently reading about the feminine divine. Very satisfying stuff. Why can't God be both Male and Female, Mother and Father? Or is that just me??
Ah well. It is time for me to skedaddle. Soon I must wait in line at the bank with other tired Americans. The paper today said Bush may be subjected to censure, with a small intimation of impeachment (now I'm thinking about peaches, which goes back to food). I think impeachment would work nicely. This administration not only seems to have forgotten the Constitution, it seems to be operating according to principles it makes up as it goes along. They've tarnished our global reputation, committed an aggressive act of war, made people more afraid, and made us look like fucking idiots who believe that John Wayne is a Lifestyle. Americans are more complex than this. And this administration has no doubt grown richer personally as other Americans seem to grow poorer.
But that's just me! You've got your own opinion and should be able to express it! That's why it's AMERICA!!!! Remember America????
Yeesh. Later on, duckies.
It is a March windy day (windy March) here in New England. In general, New Englanders are obsessed with weather. That is because the weather here changes faster than you can say, "American Idol Sucks". In my opinion, this latest season does suck. I tuned in last night for about five minutes and I realized that most of the people singing were actually quite bad. I mean, seriously! A few of them can sing, by that I mean the twenty-nine year old guy with the prematurely grey head of hair, the plump twenty-something African-American woman with the nice smile, and the tiny sixteen year old African-American who seems way too young to be singing her way to fame and fortune already. I wonder about this trend in entertainment as the ages skew younger and younger -- I mean what, you get famous at 16, peak at 21, die at 25? I guess it worked for the Jim Morrisons and Kurt Cobains and Janice Joplins (although they were part of the 27 Club -- apparently, one must DIE at the age of 27 if one was a FAMOUS ROCK STAR!! It's some weird numerological rule!).
Ah, well. I have a little crush on Simon Cowell, although he reeks of self-satisfied smugness. Still, the British accent is sexy, and I picture him sitting around Martini lounges that play songs by the Rat Pack in Los Angeles. Los Angeles, our modern-day Babylon.
I have been to Los Angeles twice. I may have mentioned in previous blogs that I went out there under the lame pretext of thinking I would stay. Instead I fled, clutching my guitar and two suitcases and what was left of my sanity. LA is a mighty weird place, although it is also a very seductive one. I was reading in a travel guide that LA is actually a mostly blue-collar town that has been overshadowed by the Film Industry's presence. It's probably very true, as I only saw the nicest parts of it (although I was staying in "workaday" Culver City). What I do remember is immediately feeling that if I lived there, I would have to Be On A Diet Every Day of My Life. And American women are already tyrannized by fashion models exhorting us to greater heights of thinness. Ugh! It's disgusting. I love to eat, personally, and although I am not heavy I am so tired of women who seem to apologize for putting food in their mouth. The Apologetic Salad Eating Women. They always order big salads for lunch! As if they won't be craving Snickers bars a half hour after eating all them greens! Ah, for a Snickers bar. I do like them so.
Because my Landlady is always in the kitchen, I am now reverting back to my college days and microwaving food. It's truly sad. Last night I had a brainstorm and realized that I must get brave again and COOK. I miss COOKING!! I am tired of eating dried soup and microwave ramen noodles. I mean, it's ridiculous, people, I'm a grown person now (how grown I refuse to say -- unmarried women my age are, of course, either physically repulsive or gay! HA!). So last night I dreamed of buying chicken, maybe a little rice, making some veggies and having an ACTUAL MEAL! With a roll! There is something weirdly satisfying about buying a single roll from the grocery store and eating it with your Complete Nuclear Meal, the kind the FDA would approve of! When it's not marketing heart-attack inducing weight loss pills! Can we say, ephedrine??
Enough about food, I'm getting hungry. This morning I stopped at Brueger's Bagels (sp) and had me a nice cup of java and an everything bagel. Two men, maybe a few years younger than early thirty-something me (YES! She admits her age, kind of, at last!), were praying at a table close to mine. It was nice to hear, actually, although it brought me back to my college days when I was a member of an evangelical Christian group, the kind that the president probably belonged to once. Yes, I am implying that this may be a BAD THING. This was the kind of group that believes that God is MALE, women, while OK in general, really do belong (yeah, if we REALLY admitted it) with kids hanging around and a stove close by, and that non-Christians are heading straight to a fiery hell. I guess Dante's version of that was icier, which makes sense to me personally, but fundamentalist Christians like things HOT. Fried HOT, my brethren!!
Still, it was nice to see it anyway, as my spiritual side definitely does its fair share of praying. Plus you just don't see many people praying in a liberal New England town with lots of folks who vote Democrat. Not out loud, anyway! When I lived in the South you'd see that kind of thing a bit more, since Southerners are Religious and the Lord is a Mighty, Mighty Man. Personally I think the Lord is probably pretty tired of this sexist assumption that He has a Penis.
To that end I am recently reading about the feminine divine. Very satisfying stuff. Why can't God be both Male and Female, Mother and Father? Or is that just me??
Ah well. It is time for me to skedaddle. Soon I must wait in line at the bank with other tired Americans. The paper today said Bush may be subjected to censure, with a small intimation of impeachment (now I'm thinking about peaches, which goes back to food). I think impeachment would work nicely. This administration not only seems to have forgotten the Constitution, it seems to be operating according to principles it makes up as it goes along. They've tarnished our global reputation, committed an aggressive act of war, made people more afraid, and made us look like fucking idiots who believe that John Wayne is a Lifestyle. Americans are more complex than this. And this administration has no doubt grown richer personally as other Americans seem to grow poorer.
But that's just me! You've got your own opinion and should be able to express it! That's why it's AMERICA!!!! Remember America????
Yeesh. Later on, duckies.
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