It is so not the time to be at work. Warm days have returned and the blue sky stretches out overhead, begging to be gazed at through sleepy eyes while lying upon one's back. Yesterday, Jess and I took her new baby on a spin, escaping the confines of work for some delicious pho.
There's something magical about being two girls in a convertible (especially a super cool blue VW bug) in the warm sunshine-- maybe it's the feeling of freedom, the wind blowing through your hair, but it makes me want to stand on the seat and scream, rip off my shirt and hoot at the truckers, ala Thelma and Louise or Something Wild. (What is it with bad girls and convertibles?) It brings out the mischievous me, the girl who wants to cut class and head to the beach. I think that same spirit still possessed me when I was inspired at Target the next day to purchase a set of Hello Kitty pajamas. Who cares if I'm 31? I'm still enjoying the endless summer of my adolescence while I can.
New Mexico: 366 votes.
Florida: 537 votes
Iowa: 4,144 votes
Wisconsin: 5,708 votes
Oregon: 6,765 votes
New Hampshire: 7,211 votes
"These numbers are small--smaller than the average university enrollment, smaller than the number of Yanni CDs purchased each year, smaller than the average White Stripes concert. There are 17.75 million unregistered Americans between the ages of 18 and 29. We can DOMINATE the elections if we want. Get your friends to vote." -- from Music For America.
It should go without saying that Judy Blume is the greatest young adult writer of the 20th century (I don't think J.K. Rowling counts as young adult, so there). I have to wonder though, of all the stories she's concocted, why would "Deenie" end up as the first feature film? Why not "Are You There God, It's Me, Margaret?" Or "Then Again, Maybe I Won't?" (What, menstruation and masturbation too controversial for Bush America?) Sigh.
Within a 10 minute period today at the Yahoo! cafeteria, I heard:
"I Like Big Butts" (actually, "Baby's Got Back", by Sir Mix-a-Lot)
A bad, post 1990 Stevie Wonder Song
"Brown Eyed Girl," by Van Morrison
I'm very musically confused now.
As I type, I am listening (online, yay Internet radio!) to Now Hear This, the first radio show by John Flansburgh of They Might Be Giants on WNYC. Admittedly, I am a public radio junky, but this show (for the first 30 mins. at least) is WAY COOL. He just completed an interview with one of my most favorite bands, Sleater-Kinney, about how they went to band therapy in order to keep from breaking up. Now he's talking with Matt Stone (South Park) about his most guilty pleasure CD ("That Girl Is Poison," Bell Biv DeVoe). While Flansy is a little uneven (it IS is first show), there is something about a music show hosted by an actual working musician that offers insights you don't usually get. Check it out.