Sirens and Birds

Here's what the weather's like in Mineola, NY for the next few days.

And it's okay, right? I think the most powerful aspect of Cormac McCarthy's The Road is the post-apocalyptic weather. Constantly gloomy, constantly shrouded in cold wet misery. It's darker than the movie portrays it as well. It makes sense that people would degenerate quickly this way. No more sirens or birds, just cannibals slithering around.

Mom tells me yesterday while we're cooking chicken and dumpling soup that this weather makes her feel miserable and I tell her that it's in our blood to hate this weather--that we need the sun, that spics, especially, need the sun. It regenerates our souls--maybe, who cares.

Dexter is fantastic, of course.

Somebody stole Fallout 3 from my mailbox.

I'm still holding on to The Day the Earth Stood Still because I don't have a raincoat and I'm a little girl and the library only charges a quarter for every late day, I think. This is the Keanu Reeves version, mind you.

I would try to write some sort of comparative review if I didn't think it would bore my blog fans, which are numerous. I just think it's worth mentioning the featured review on the DVD case: "This time there's MORE ACTION, more special effects and MORE MAYHEM!" -Watertown Daily Times

For those of you who aren't familiar with this film, it's about an alien that comes to Earth and appears wholly human and insists on delivering a message of paramount importance to all the leaders of the world simultaneously. Once the alien, Klaatu, realizes the Earth is an impassable bureaucracy, shit starts going down because a machine that was meant to destroy the Earth/defend Klaatu, starts doing just that. But I think this film, the new version of this film about sums it up for us. This shows what we need these days to be entertained. Hyper-entertainment. Look at The Clash of the Titans for god's (of Olympus) sake.

Nothing is simple anymore.

The classics are a homage to this notion.

Two crazy bitches blow themselves up in Russia yesterday. And New Yorkers start to question their daily commute.

I wrote this poem:

Bombing at Moscow Metro

I had a dream that I was the one person to capture the moments

after Moscow Metro was attacked by two human bombs, female at that.

I capture the people fleeing the train from within inside the train,

trailing sideways until I reach the end of the car and swing the camera to what

I see

another woman with a bomb strapped to her and I yell

AW SHIT

and drop kick her chest while I feel my legs melt away

then my hips and chest and arms

but I watch the camera fly past the flames and land

salvageable

--

Today, the Large Hadron Collider finally had its first successful run, and guess what, we're all still alive. And Toaster Strudles still taste just as good.

Gee Knows

I enjoy the GIF found at this link http://www.doobybrain.com/2009/02/07/sneezing-panda-gets-a-surprise-check/

It's a panda--

And I'm too tired to write.

Greenland is Melting

Today, I actually heard back from job I had applied to. It was a correspondence from UGO entertainment in regards to an unpaid intern position, asking when I was available for an interview, and I later found out that they wouldn't compensate me for my commuting and I had to decline. This was the major woe of the day--which is a pitiful life then, I admit.

So I did more searching and I found this helpful article on The Art of Manliness. This really is a great publication with all things overwhelmingly masculine--which is a real turn-on for me. The article talks about philanthropic job opportunities abroad, their obvious benefits and not a whole lot of discouragement or caveats. There are inspiring quotations throughout, really giving you that "go get 'em" attitude...so one can't help but feel a bit wishful after reading the thing.

One featured website was skydive4free --which triggered my virus or bullshit alert, but it's legitimate. You just have to bother a lot of people and ask for their money during, you know, a recession and mere bi-partisan implosions. At the bottom of this website reads:

How Safe is Skydiving?

The United States Parachute Association (USPA) estimate that over 2,000,000 skydives is made here annually in the United States. Sounds like a lot; yet, only less than 1% of our population has ever experienced the thrill of freefall.

And then I became curious about how many reported skydiving deaths there have been and it turns out, according to a decent looking site: dropzone -- 52 last year, and 64 in 2008. There's a very helpful graph as well:

Unbelievable? I believe so.

Now "Illegally" downloading Spoon's Transference album like a happy, mostly unemployed American. Ah-thank-you.

Reading:

Hatchet by Gary Paulsen was the bomb and I recommend it to anyone. It's a short piece of young adult fiction that's easy to read but a lot to comprehend. I say that because it's very basic and primal, when it needs to be, but it teaches by showing, which is difficult for a work to do and still remain entertaining.

Found and enjoyed this short poem by Langston Hughes today:

Hey It's the Morning Again

I decided to join blogger even though there aren't any EMOTICONS on this blog either.

This is a big transition.

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I almost feel like a traitor.

But I had to tell Snaps and Daps that her funny article on that depraved bit of daytime programming, Tyra...was linked to at iheartchaos: . She's obsessed with pooping. [Pic]

And I didn't want to be a nameless nobody because that's no fun and we don't learn about anyone else that way.

So I say thank you Snaps for going out of your way and making me laugh after you laugh at the mentioning of Wet Ones.

And to finalize the transition, I'll link that old journal to this one and continue without ever turning back.

http://fivestrokeroll.livejournal.com/

So long, fried.

n