A Pretty Ship

Oh, Man!

Serena whupped my girl’s butt.

Venus loses. How sad.

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[You and I]

Hey! You all remembered that Wilco’s new CD was released this week, right?

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intéressant

doughty \DOW-tee, adjective: Marked by fearless resolution; valiant; brave

dowdy \daʊdi, adjective: not stylish; drab; old-fashioned

I watched this movie this morning:

Now, I’ve not seen too many movies with Clint Eastwood, I suppose, but coming away from this movie, the main question I have is:

Has Clint Eastwood always been such a mediocre actor?

And what’s worse is that he is the best actor in the film. The Hmong neighbor kids are horrible actors, not to mention the homely, chubby priest. What’s his deal, anyway?

I also saw this movie:

While better than Gran Torino, it was not too great. Of course I am always years behind all the cool kids, so I did not see Cast Away when it first came out. After it arrived in the mail this week, I asked John if he had seen it and what he thought.

He said, “Everyone likes Cast Away. There is really nothing not to like,” which is different than saying he loved the movie or that the movie is a great one. Point taken.

It was all right. I imagine I’m like a lot of other people who might like to wonder what they would do if put in the same situation. I could live forever on coconuts I think, and yay(!) for the natural laxative power, but weird food issues aside, I’d probably lie down and die, if separated from my love. That is, after swimming a lot and maybe getting a killer tan.

If I were with my man, we’d probably have a couple of wild island babies. Then it would be a joyful time.

Oh, right. I saw one more movie. And please don’t hold it against me, okay? It was this:

Hey! Don’t make that face at me.

I did not pay for a ticket to see it in the theaters. I did not rent it. I stole it off the Internet.

Verdict? Pretty horrible, really. Jennifer Connolly’s character has a little bit of potential but comes up short. Scarlett Johansson, the one actress in the movie I do like, plays some slut, and a not very likable one at that. As I said to John earlier, “When is Scarlett Johansson going to play a normal, thinking character again like in Ghost World or Lost in Translation?” She’s gorgeous — we get it. But we will know she is gorgeous even if not playing the sexy girl in the movies.

The rest of the cast? All pretty bad. But you what’s the worst thing? The most irritating character of all —that Gigi girl? I think she portrays many real women/girls I know, have known, or who are known by people I know or have known. I hate to say it, but girls are this dumb about boys sometimes.

How sad.

In other news, however, tomorrow is the big Williams-Williams Wimbledon Final. How’s that for female empowerment? I’ll be up at 9am. Have to get a tv lesson from John, so I know how to get to Channel 4. But I have strawberries in the fridge and my “Go Venus!” sign ready to wave.

Okay, then. Talk to you later, Dudes.

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It is a wonder any of us can ever find ourselves.

A white horse, a child's toy.

After escaping the gay pride mosh pit on Sunday, and after fulfilling some last minute shopping needs, Tzvia agreed to a movie. Departures was playing at Quad Cinema. Off we went.

Was the movie a little bit cheesy and kind of predictable and not very ground-breaking? Yep.

Was it also quiet and articulate at times and moving? It was.

Despite these things, however, it was most importantly (to me) my kind of movie.

What is my kind of movie, you ask? Oh, one with more quiet space than dialogue. One with 1 or more depressed characters. Sad music. Beautiful landscape. Some parallel to my own life. A new thing to learn. Subtitles. A spring board for a new poem.

So yes, I’d say that you should go, too. I don’t know if you’ll like it, but you might. You just never know.

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Question: What's Creepy?

Answer: cleavage

[barf]

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“ You must not break friendship on account of different religious opinions, for it is universally agreed that all religions are matters of the imagination.

— Solomon IBN Verga

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Hey, someone lost their purple dress. Oh wait, it’s Sara V., and she is dead.

[or I was almost trampled today.]

I was trying to get Tzvia below the West Village today. But it was Pride. (Happy Pride, by the way.)

We could not find a good route around the festivities, as the parade, baracades, and policemen prevented any easy passage. We attempted a detour but found ourselves on Christopher St. — the gayest (thus the most crowded) street in America.

Holy Hell.

It look 30 minutes (perhaps longer) to travel less than 1 block. There were so many people on that narrow sidewalk, and tempers were boiling. Screaming. Pushing. Impatience. Private parts. Way too much contact with sweaty, smelly, disgusting strangers. I breathed in and out a lot. I looked up. I suspected that I might die.

My pointy elbow has never served me so well.

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for June 28th

[MJ]

You knew I had to post a song sooner or later, yes?

A couple of days ago, I was speaking with John about Galena, IL. Although my family lived in Galena for only a year, it is one of the places I return to most often in my mind when I think about my childhood. Old farmhouse, cows all around, long dirt roads, my dad’s old pick-up, a wood-burning stove, and many animals for my sister and me (including a pony named Trigger). It was sort of a dream world for any kid (like me).

However, it was also prime MJ time. My sister and I both had posters, MJ record players, cassette tapes, and a very green, very sweet appreciation for his joyful singing and dancing.

We used to rewrite the lyrics to his songs (into something we thought was even scarier than Thriller — imagine a Trailer (!) night …) and record ourselves singing the new, improved versions. Indeed we found ourselves brilliant.

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Brave Citizens, John and I.

[or Where is the Park Slope DMV?]

I <3 NY

[or Dylan cradles an ostrich egg]

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“

“Poet-Haters can’t charge their iPods in my computer!”

;) hahaha

— John (via isabelleorli)

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Note to Self: Peanut Butter Will Kill You, Sara V.

Non-organic peanut butters are high in pesticides.
Peanut butter has been tested and different fungus strains have been found in peanut butter.
The fungus Aspergillus flavus releases aflatoxin B1, which is an officially recognized carcinogen.
It is common knowledge that farmers and animals around peanuts have increased liver cancer.

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