Thank you Catherine for this:

I love the concept of the snuggie (despite it's resemblance to a monk's robe and it's tremendous size... which is fine, it is one-size-fits-all), and now even infants can enjoy the warm embrace of mother AND blanket. It's fitted, so the baby will get to enjoy their mom's warmth just as much as that of the fleece draped over them both.

MTA STFU

I said it would be a cold day in hell if ever i were to pay MORE than i already am to transport myself in the NY metropolitan area. And i guess they're having a blizzard down there, because once Memorial day comes through, so do the fare hikes and the cut of many bus (not that I care) and subway routes (bye W and Z...).

Geeze... as if all my money wasn't going into metrocards, LIRR tickets and tolls... now i have to give more??? This recession is financially afflicting everyone, and now it's going to be more noticeable to those of us who've cut out taxi cabs and keep car driving to a minimum. May as well save the fare and invest in a good pair of running shoes.

can't i just sever a leg and call it a day??? I don't have money either MTA, so why couldn't you just wait it out until Albany did something... you know they ain't have to worry about Buff, Albany itself, or any of the other insignificant cities in NYS.

Why I'm going to start walking everywhere!!!!

The View

I am manipulating my own life. Fuck the consensus. Fuck you. I don't have to justify anything. Especially my thug, for my swagger is of the same caliber as the feistiest of lions and the most notorious of rappers. Insolent, yes. Demented... somewhat. But I am me, and that's that.

Cheers to me. Cheers to you.

et c'est la raison que je suis desormer en couple. Avec le meiller personne possible: moi-meme.

Apple and Cinnamon

The chemistry of apple and cinnamon. Complementing flavors that when united make the sweetest treat. Sprinkled or dowsed, slices or pureed however they meet, still the same fantastic result. It is so simple and innocent.

Some things just make sense.

I love new york

I love you, dear city.

Our affair started one day, years ago in Jamaica.
With one F you showed me Queens, Kings and Manhattan.
With one A, I traversed your champagne bottle: the brim to the bottom.
With one R, I went from China to Korea, from stardom to a more subtle ground.

Though you've taken me all over the world, it's just a microcosmic taste.
I want to see the world; engorge in the larger picture which i have yet to see.
But I've decided, we must part our ways.
Though you feed me with the culture and the life that my body craves, I feel as if I haven't progressed anymore. I can't.

No longer am I on my toes wary of what may come, I see it before it even comes.
What happened to the spontaneous ville that left me wide-eyed and eager?
It's been harder for you to amuse me, and that worries me.
You're the greatest (and longest) love affair I've had, but I need more.
You'll always be in my heart. But I have to leave you soon, I need to continue to grow.
This plant can't remain potted in your soil forever.
These roots need to stretch for a while.

There's a riot in the lion's den...

... and it's me. Well me storming through translations of poetry, trying to get this thesis done. I worry that it won't be done on time, because i haven't really worked on it much during last semester and that's caught up to me (big surprise). In any case, I gotta do it, I gotta love doing it too.

On another note, music has been in the background during this process. Some albums worth checking out:

1
Justin Nozuka's Holly. I caught onto him last year when JuJu was blasting him while pregaming to go to a party. I thought his song "After Tonight" was a hot guitar-driven booty-shakin' anthem, to which i foolishedly danced to until I bothered to listen to the words. He's something: A voice like Justin Timberlake, and the guitar skills of Charro, which is phenomenal to say the least. He writes a lot of his stuff, and it's gushy, but it's relateable and relevant to me considering things of the recent past, and this thesis circulating around romantic texts.

2


The new Kelly Clarkson album, "All I Ever Wanted" is pretty amazing. I've liked her past albums, in particular "Breakaway." Though she had released "My December" during the summer of '07, it wasn't fun. It was good, but it wasn't fun, driven by ancst and rage. The new album takes it back to "Breakaway," and I'm really diggin' "My Life Would Suck Without You" (very "Since You've Been Gone" Kelly), "Impossible," "I Do Not Hook Up," "I'm Ready" and "I Want You." I want you has this 60's sugar-pop feel, and the lyrics are adorably written.

3
Lady Gaga - The Fame. Enough said.

4


Utada's new album, "This Is the One," which i sneakily acquired online (seeing as it came out this week in Japan, and won't be available for here in the states for another 2 weeks digitally, and in May as a physical copy.) Anywho, it's her 3rd english language album, and her 8 overall. Although Utada's Japanese stuff is amazing, Her English material I look forward to. With the-Dream and Stargate at the production-side of this endeavor, I think this could really be the one that may get her acknowledged in the US music scene beyond "Simple and Clean," the theme to Kingdom Hearts. Her first attempt to get on the scene stateside was "Exodus," which was very experimental as far as pop went, and although creatively rich, it wasn't something that would otherwise click with the masses. I liked it, and I've been looking forward to this album (TITO) since rumours were bubbling around the web last year. "Apple and Cinnamon" (A beautifully-written R&B song), "Me Muero" (picante and latin influenced track) and the clubbin' and boozin' potential anthems "On and On" "Dirty Desire" are some of the songs that I'm really liking.

Pop has made a tasteful return.

Mots

"Read some Byron, Shelly and Keats
Recited it over a Hip-Hop beat
I'm having trouble saying what I mean
With dead poets and drum machines"

Reading and writing, though baffling and difficult at times, has become something enjoyable. That's putting passion to good use.

elephantom

Time: A confidant which retains things far longer than any ears. However, there are things that can't be left up to the past to retain, and it is in those instances that one must have a creative outlet. Writing has been entrusted with my feelings, with anything that needs to be expressed.

So now I have a completed letter written, filled with unrequited feelings and numerous questions that try to make sense of this disastrous situation. Sending it would give some reassurance of closure, but it would what good would it do at this point? It's old news... but in writing, at least these feelings have been exorcised.

Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree - Tony Orlando feat. Dawn

"Never gonna get it right, you're never gonna get it."