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Sunday, April 25, 2004



If you buy me the whole box of them I will let you come over to my house and play with them. We could have sushi races.

Tuesday, April 20, 2004



My birthday is only a few months away. I'm just sayin'. Not that I really really, like, need someone to buy me windup sushi. I wouldn't mind or anything. I mean, it would be kinda cool actually. But no big deal. No pressure or anything.

Monday, April 19, 2004



Today as I drove into Heber Country, USA, I couldn't help but notice the sign on the Baptist church just outsiddah town. It just said:
JESUS LIVED: TRUE OR FALSE?

I couldn't help but think it might be a trick question. Or at the very least, I had a fifty percent chance of getting the answer wrong. Either way, it seemed like a very basic approach to religion. You could even take it one step further. Don't even meet on sundays. Just meet once a year, hand out scantrons with two very big circles on them and tell everyone to fill the most correct answer in completely with a number two pencil. Ace the test and hey presto! You're saved! But I do have to take into account the usual strangeness of this wacky, wacky church sign. One week all it said was GO SEE PASSION OF THE CHRIST and I wondered if that was the preacher's version of an extra credit project, or his way of taking a week off. "Hey, don't show up to church this week, go see the new crucifixion movie! Its like field trip church!" Maybe someday I'll stop by that church and ask that dude what is up with the signs. I'll say "Dude, whats up with your signs?" And then he'll probably be all "Why, I'd be happy to answer your questions...as soon as you fill out this scantron for me."

Thursday, April 15, 2004



Aww squared. I would just post this and nothing else but I feel a tad guilty about turning this blog into nothing more than a tribute to my girlish rock-star fantasies. I think maybe I just really miss having a locker. Admit it, it was the best part of high school, having that locker for your very own, what with its top-secret combination lock, a conveniently note-sized vent, and four blank walls to decorate as you saw fit. I would plan for weeks ahead what I was going to hang up on that blank slate that was my locker door. After all, you were going to be showing it off every single time you went for that big stupid chemistry book or to check for notes (seriously, people, better than a mailbox) so what you had up had to count. People were going to be judging you by what they saw hanging up in there. A tribute to the Beatles or some hunky actor and you were pretty hip. A tribute to Star Wars and you were okay. A tribute to Star Trek, and you were screwed. You could even tell who had gotten geekier or cooler by how their locker changed year to year. I went from Garfield comics (Freshman year) to an X-files tribute (Junior Year) to music posters and sticker pictures of me and my friends (Senior year) and let me tell you, if one of those pictures had actually had a real life boy in them, I would have been sitting pretty. I would have been set for life, locker-wise. So I guess I've tried to fill that void by decorating my car, which doesn't work, and posting snaps of sexy musicians on a-my little website. And by sexy musicians, I do mean Rivers Cuomo looking nervous in a sweater he obviously stole from Freddy Kruegger. Oh yeah, thats the stuff.

Monday, April 12, 2004



Today my sister fell asleep writing a poem in the forest behind our house. I'm so proud. I like to think its my artistic influence rubbing off on her.

Sunday, April 11, 2004

I Heart Religious Art



I love religious art. Love it insanely. I'm not talking about a large creepy shelf of those minature statues of Jesus helping kids with sports. I'm a pretty enlightened gal, and I have a soft spot for Buddhist and Hindu art. Did you know Hindu gods has a specific animal associated with each of them? For example, the goddess Durga always rides a lion. Isn't that interesting? I have a statue of Durga, in fact, with that lion. It was one of the first pieces I bought, followed by a lovely set of Buddha bookends, so that even my Sweet Valley High novels can look more enlightened. I have Catholic prayer candles with the images of Saints on them and African tribal masks from Pier One that are probably completely fake. I also have a small statue of Shiva and a mat painting with Chinese deities painted on it and a book about different portrayals of Jesus by different artists throughout history. Sounds weird to you? Well if you're freaked out by world culture, then I feel sorry for you. Because there is just something really beautiful about spirituality, especially spirituality in art. Remember folks, the opposite of war isn't peace. It's creation.

Tuesday, April 06, 2004

I've been thinking about my friends lately, so here is an homage to them.

I wish I had:

Amanda's maturity, way beyond her years
Cassie's innocence
Miranda's trust in her family
Ryan's ability to devote himself to his improv
Ben's way with music and musical improv
Jesse's humor and love for his kids
Nikki's ability to stay strong and hope when life throws her curves
Beck's enthusiasm for life
Abby's kindness
Troy's sense of self
Ross's wit
Taylor's charisma and ability to make all men love her
Joebeatty's intellegence
Dale's tranquility, the way I imagine life-long buddhists can seem calm
Angie's ability to make everyone love her, and her athletic drive
Jarky's talent for words and his success at such a young age
Kelli's life experiences
RaeAnn's beauty
KC's ability to keep his spiritual life and his acting career in balance
Kelli's life experiences
and I love Melissa, too, for being one of my most consistant friends and having the moxie to razz me for not putting her on this list

Sunday, April 04, 2004

Aww.



Care of this guy.


It's official. My family owns every single cat on the planet.

Please note this is not a picture of my actual cats painted by an actual member of my family. It is merely a visual aid indicating the sheer amount of cat in my home.

Friday, April 02, 2004



This glorious review of The Reckoning, care of this week's SLC Weekly, made my day:

Its very modernity, in a further burst of irony, is the thing most likely to turn audiences off British director Paul McGuigan’s adaptation of Barry Unsworth’s novel Morality Play—though it is, of course, the very aspect that makes it so intriguing. It feels, oddly enough, like nothing so much as a medieval episode of Law and Order. And while I always feel that one simply cannot get too much Law & Order, I realize that not everyone feels that way.

Here, the role of the nice Catholic cop Chris Noth played in the series will be performed by Paul Bettany, as Nicholas, a 14th-century priest who’s on the run from his little English village for reasons that will be revealed in the third act. He stumbles into a troupe of players led by Lenny Briscoe—I mean Martin (Willem Dafoe)—who gets lots of unwanted advice from Brian Cox in the Lieutenant Anita Van Buren role. The actors travel the countryside, earning silver pennies by dramatizing Bible stories, the only plays anyone had even thought to perform at the time.


I for one would pay to see the entire Law and Order gang go back in time, prancing about in corsets and tunics, gathering interviews from peasants in hovels, and barging in on royal coronations to arrest corrupt royalty. (Fellow detectives, seize that fiend!) But it would only work if we invented the hot dog vendor a few hundred years earlier just so Lennie can still grab a dog from time to time. It would be too cruel to strand him there without at least one. C'mon, can't you see it now! "Anon, Lennie! Thy perp escapeth! I shall draw my longsword and pursue!"
S'brilliant.

In other news, The Unicorns show at Kilby kicked mucho asso. Thanks to JoeBeatty for a'going with a'me.

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