headline of the day

Crist says no hookers on Bahamas trip

kind of put a damper on that news

phone conversation i just had with my mother

me: oh i have exciting news
mom: you're engaged.
me: no... i think i'm not allergic to sesame seeds anymore

facebook vindictive

i thought i got around this new "pages" thing by just never updating my profile, but finally i tried to look at it and found out it had automatically been linked to a bunch of random crap that made it look even worse. i think they did it on purpose. i'll keep facebook for now because i'm not sure how else to find out when people i know are getting drunk or having babies, but i'm not forgetting this.

to the back of the newspaper with you, gay people

washington post readers say they would be able to stomach a picture of gay people kissing if it had been in the metro section, or something

this progress

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/01/arts/design/01tino.html?pagewanted=1

I went to this on Friday. I think the best part is the moment right after a strange child asks you "What is progress?" when you're not sure you want to plunge into a semi-scripted philosophical conversation with a seven-year old but you do anyway, and then you get nervous about your answer, as if being in this project has made him or her your intellectual superior ...

Also "Memory" by Anish Kapoor looks like a fun time travel device of the 19th century from one side and a terrifying black hole on the other

everything is going to be fine

watching mark do a keg stand in my backyard at 4 in the morning after my birthday party while the last five people still there danced to hall & oates, i felt like i did at the end of senior year when everyone was rolling around on my living room floor to tears for fears. like i've managed my life pretty well so far.

like a bird

last night when my mother came over to a deliver a fan to my apartment, my superintendent was hanging around outside with a parrot on his shoulder (as he is wont to do). so naturally we started talking about pet parrots, and my mother says, "parrots have very deep emotions. maybe deeper than humans."

i can buy that animals feel. but deeper than humans? really?