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March 24, 2007
springisnothereyet
So... when it gets warm, Carleton does this thing were we pile up a ton of snow and have people ski/board down it... like so:
Guess what.
Spring has sprung... and yet today...
IT STILL SNOWED.
Look how upset I am:
March 19, 2007
seriouslyawesome
Busy as hell with The Charlatan and freelancing and three essays.... etc. So no time for blogging.
Steph sent me this a long whlie ago... seriously. Best kid's show ever.
March 11, 2007
humanitiesformalphotos
March 08, 2007
theshityoulearn
Holy hell, the shit you learn on Wikipedia!
"Mah Nà Mah Nà" debuted as part of Umiliani's soundtrack for the Italian softcore pornography movie Svezia, Inferno e Paradiso (Sweden, Heaven and Hell) (1968), a pseudo-documentary film about wild sexual activity and other behavior in Sweden ("Mah Nà Mah Nà" accompanied a scene set in a sauna). A soundtrack album, "Svezia, Inferno e Paradiso" was released in 1968. The movie was also released under the English title Sweden Heaven and Hell.- From this Wikipedia article
Uhm... so one of the most popular Muppets songs of all time... started in a softcore porn. Crazy eh?
Edit: Found the video (NSFW 18+). Thank you interwebs! Keep replacing my childhood memories with nakedness. It won't scar me as bad as kids nowadays seeing Daniel Radcliffe's four-pack abs.
Oh yeah, needless to say, not safe for work. I mean, okay, it's 60s softcore porn, it's nothing, really, a little bit of toplessness, but you might have an uptight boss. Don't say I didn't warn you.
March 06, 2007
iamafraid
There are a ton of subjects I wanted to write about. I've settled on a bit of a sad little rant, so bear with me.
I'm afraid of dying alone. I know, everyone is, but hell, it really frightens me. It occurs to me that I've been living two personalities. One of them is the person I was and want to be again in full... the one that cares about people, the one that loves their friends beyond any shadow of a doubt. Most of all, that part of me is a hopeless romantic, prone to disasterous loves and beautiful times, while they last.
But I've lived a lot of my life as a free-wheeling person, I'm afraid to say. It frightens me... and... I suppose it's only natural. Kundera once noted that love reverts a person to a state of virginity, and that is undeniably true with me.
It's amazing. I can beall sorts of suave when I've met a stranger for a night of fun, but when I care about someone, I feel as though it should be special. Suddenly everything, the mannerisms, the language, everything changes. Things seem as though they ought to be out of bounds, and I just don't know how to act anymore.
This has been going on so long... that is, since my last real relationship (which ended in a fiery ruin before the end of high school, and led to my manifold vices), that I don't know whether I really am capable of sustaining a romantic relationship. Whenever I care about someone I seem to become romantically impotent, unable to say what I think, unable to do what I want most.
Very few people, and least of all my friends (I try not to fall in love with my dearest friends... though I love them immensely, to become romantically entangled leads to problems... partly because of my hesitation) have seen this in me, but it's there. It is as though I am made mute.
I suppose it is only natural, in my case. We want our romances to be special. But it makes me afraid... It has become something I am so hesitant to do that I am afraid that I shall die alone, unable to find someone to love and act what I feel. I know I'll just hold back, and let things slip through my fingers.
That's enough for now, the Scotch is getting to my head and I ought to sleep. Goodnight...