Monday, December 31, 2007


Words can be used for so many things--but mostly talking, communicating. Words are a means of communication from one person to the next.

So who, exactly, am I supposed to talk to? My sister passes me off as a loser, and my brother only wants me to get off the Wii (which I haven't used in a YEAR and have a right to touch for a second) so he and his friend who comes over every single day can play with it. My mom and dad are good conversational people, but they're my parents, they're 30 years older than I am, and my peers...well, my peers are mostly all swamped in popular culture -- think Hannah Montana, Chris Brown, and the likes. I don't blame them for it; it's just a way to conform. They conform through pop culture, I conform through shoes, we're even. But still.

Maybe I should get a parrot. Yeah. Parrots agree with everything you say, PLUS they've got feathers.


Excuse me while I get a parrot.

Sunday, December 30, 2007

the talented artist

Yup, that's me, the talented artist. This time, I have really a lot of new drawings, so I've embedded them in a slideshow on the left, underneath my profile. I hope you enjoy them! I used a new drawing book I got for Christmas called Human Anatomy Made Amazingly Easy by Christopher Hart -- click here to buy and read more about it -- to draw about half of them. Once I got used to the tactics, though, I branched out on my own to create unique pictures.

I've never really been into human features before, so tell me what you think.

By the way, I owe my dad one for scanning these in so fast! Thanks, Dad.

Friday, December 28, 2007


OK people, I just want to make sure you know you're warned...

If you're the one who took it upon yourself to CHANGE MY ICON to something seriously inappropriate tonight, you better WATCH YOUR @$$. I'm going to track you down, and when I do, well, you better hope I'm feeling merciful...because you'll be in a mighty fine predicament.

a classy-not-trashy girl who doesn't want any goofing around

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Imaginary Witness


I just walked in the door from seeing Imaginary Witness: Hollywood and the Holocaust at the IFC, a stunning theatre in the heart of New York City. This movie portrays the different ways that people have attempted to capture the unimaginable horror of the "Nazi atrocities" that are the Holocaust through film. The most essential point I thought they made was that no one can ever really know how terrible what happened was except for those who were there in the death camps and survived to tell the tale. But these people, as the director (Danny Anker) mentioned in a session after the showing of the movie, are dying fast, and soon there will be none of them left--at which point only the stories captured on film will serve as testimony to this mark in history.

The image with a tomato in the corner is a quote from, a site for movie reviews and honest criticism.

Monday, December 24, 2007

Orange You Glad?

Hey all my faithful readers!

Check out this orange I cloved. Usually the only benefit of these is a seriously awesome smell for a day or two (or until the oranges rot). But this time it's satire I achieve with "Two-Faced Orange."

Sorry if it looks weird that it's just my hand; my mom pointed out the valid point that internet pedophiles could acquire my picture and ruin my life by attaching my head to a nude body, so I figured only the hand was the way to go.

Peace and chicken grease, me

Sunday, December 23, 2007

a post about posters...HAHA get it?

I was just thinking about the decoration of my room. The things on my wall are kind of bizarre. I've got a poster up for a lecture by Louise Leakey that I attended in April at the girls' school I used to go to, and for a talk by Sylvia Earle that I went to a year before that, sponsored by the same girls' school's Speakers Series program. Then I have a copy of the Declaration of Independence from an old New York Times and a framed drawing of Happy Bunny signed by Jim Benton from a book signing of his that I went to last year. Rounding out this weird collection, I have a mirror, a calendar where each month is a different black-and-white of Manhattan, and a painting I got last year from the Dumbo Arts Festival, which I go to every year because my aunt is an artist who lives and works in Dumbo.

There really isn't much room on the walls for anything else, save for the bulletin board I've got leaned against the wall on top of my dresser and the bookshelf standing next to my closet door, which takes up only about 6 square feet.

What quirky--or not quirky--stuff do you have plastered on your bedroom walls? (Jeez, this sounds like a prompt you get from school or something...)

Thursday, December 20, 2007


No, no, it's not some kind of freaky brain infection, jeez. It's the technical term for a song you have stuck in your head. I found this out about a year ago in some magazine, and for some reason it's stayed with me ever since--almost as if it were an earworm itself.

Right now I've got "With a Little Help from my Friends" going around and around in circles in my head, replaying itself over and over.


Wednesday, December 19, 2007

the delicate art of show and tell

Here's how it works. I show you this picture by M.C. Escher, and you tell me what you think of it.

This is my last resort to get you snickerdoodlish people to comment before I consent to posting boring articles and frickin' quotes to drag out your opinions.

It can't be as hard as you make it seem. All you have to do is click on the "comments" link and put a few words into the box. Surely I don't have to tell you how to type--if you don't know how to type, well tough luck, I just don't care.

I mean, if you don't know how to comment without forced prompting, we all know how to play "show and tell," at least...right?

Saturday, December 15, 2007

more mindless drawings

OK peeps, here are my new drawings.

Actually, I take that back. They're not new, just late. My dad didn't scan them for about 3 or 4 weeks, but I finally bugged him enough this morning to get him to relent and scan them.

Personally, I only like Einstein (the last one...ha on you, I made you scroll all the way down to it), but whichever one you think is good -- or not -- I appreciate feedback, so cough it up, I know you got it.

Peace and pencils, you-know-who

Friday, December 14, 2007

pizza and chinese: a reflection

Pizza comes in many forms, and so does Chinese food. Personally, I like vegetable pizza and moo shoo pork -- and some may like 'em hot, but I like 'em cold. Ice-fishing cold. South-pole cold. Hitler's-heart cold. (That was a good one.)

Share your opinions please...

Love, the girlie with 3 identities

Monday, December 10, 2007

Adam Sandler rulez

here comes chanukah
~by Adam Sandler~

"You don't need Deck the Halls or Jingle Bell Rock
Cause you can spin a dreidel with Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock (both Jewish)"

Haha, he also does another great song here--

lunch lady land


Saturday, December 8, 2007


In June, my dad promised me that he'd get a contractor to plaster my room in September and that he'd have it painted by October. Understandably, I was excited.


The contractor never called back, my dad never took initiative, and so my room remains a hideous yellow. I am so mad.

There are a few things to learn from this, though:
1. Men lie
2. If you want something, you gotta go out and get it yourself
3. Contractors are to be shunned

Friday, December 7, 2007

sports thoughts

I wonder what it would be like to be an Olympic athlete, with a myriad of trophies...I think I'd actually like it, not because I'm so strong or anything, but because I am super-competitive and love to win. When I was in kindergarten, my teacher almost banned me from playing games because I got so mad when I lost...haha.

I also really like swimming, softball, and soccer. I'm pretty good at soccer--my team is the best in the league--and also not half bad at swimming, either. This summer, I was on vacation for six weeks at this great place in New England with two lakes. It was great because I went swimming literally every day. By the end of the summer, I was pretty damn tan (for a redhead, at least) and muscled...great feeling. Beaches rule. I've done 4 or 5 years of softball but skipped it last year. I'm more into following professional baseball, but I can play OK.

I wish I could play basketball, but I'm truly bad. I get all gawky and ridiculous, and people hate me for it...everyone says that because I'm tall that I should be able to play well, but they are sadly wrong.


The other day, I was sitting outside at recess at a table. I was trying to read Jane Eyre, but the water bottle I used to hold it down kept rearing up and rolling away. I was very annoyed, not only because I now had to actually hold the freezing cold bottle in my hand, but also because I couldn't read anymore since the pages were flapping around like there was no tomorrow. So I ended up just stuck standing there in the wind. It was one of those times where it's just like, "Oh, come on, can't something go right just once?" Little, but infuriating. Ever have those moments?

Monday, December 3, 2007

Music vids you have to see/hear

Here are the links of a few music videos to songs I love. If you choose not to play these, you choose to go on my hit list. Just kidding, I am not psycho and don't have a hit list, but really. You don't even have to watch them or like them, just listen to them -- just the first 30 seconds, if you really can't stand it. Believe me, I have taste.

-"Stacy's Mom" by Fountains of Wayne
-"She Loves You" by The Beatles
-"Lonely Road" by Everlast
-"Loser" by Beck
-"It Must Be Summer" by Fountains of Wayne
-"I Should Be Allowed to Think" by They Might Be Giants
-"End of the Tour" by They Might Be Giants

the wild little lady from Austin, TX

Saturday, December 1, 2007

December is here


This means Hanukkah and Christmas for me, plus two sweet weeks off for winter break! Aah, I lurve December.

Today, I had my piano recital. I played the Pochod Marsch by Prokofiev. Yes, I hesitated once or twice while I was playing it, but cut me some slack -- I've been sick for a couple of days now and am still not entirely 100 percent.

Hanukkah starts in three days. I can't wait to get my presents! Plus, my family plays this game every night of Hanukkah where, in the evening, when the candles are all lit, we bet on which candle will be the last one to burn out. It's a great outlet for my competitive nature because when I lose, at least it's not a big deal, so it really is just for fun.