Thursday, June 24, 2010


have you ever went over a friends house to eat
and the food just aint no good
i mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed
and the chicken tastes like wood
so you try to play it off like you think you can
by sayin that youre full
and then your friend says momma he's just being polite
he aint finished uh uh that's bull
so your heart starts pumpin and you think of a lie
and you say that you already ate
and your friend says man there's plenty of food
so you pile some more on your plate
while the stinky foods steamin your mind starts to dreamin
of the moment that it's time to leave
and then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin
into something that looks like cheese
oh so you say that's it i got to leave this place
i dont care what these people think
im just sittin here makin myself nauseous
with this ugly food that stinks
so you bust out the door while its still closed
still sick from the food you ate
and then you run to the store for quick relief
from a bottle of kaopectate
and then you call your friend two weeks later
to see how he has been
and he says i understand about the food
baby bubbah but we're still friends
with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie
the hip hip a hop a you dont stop the rockin
to the bang bang boogie
say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie the beat

Saturday, June 12, 2010


Tuesday, June 08, 2010

This was the last book of my year long program, Looking Backwards, and is now one of my favorite books ever. If you haven't read it you should, and if you have... read it again. I know I will.

Monday, June 07, 2010

now that's some sweet style!

this song, "Billy Surrenders", is not on the soundtrack for the film... here we have a bootleg track... but it's one of my favorite Dylan songs and it's in such a great scene! The song actually kicks in like it does in the film at the 2:00 mark.

Thursday, June 03, 2010

PUBLIC FAILURE, in more ways than one. At first I thought, I won't show up to the pres. because I am feeling anxious and sick, sick and wrong, wrong and right. But then I remembered Celi's voice in my head: "no, do the hard thing... take the challenge" & I thought "I don't want to let down my group." So I went to class and started talking about a chapter of economic policies I had read over twice and took lengthy discussion notes on. Once my first sentence was out, I realized I had no more words within myself. I had no thoughts, blank mind, green mind. 60 sets of eyes were looking at me with confusion and that look that says "oh he's bombing." The only thing I could say was "I can't do this, I can't talk... I am sorry." I left my backpack, wallet, water, and jackets and just walked over the my favorite empty stairwell and stared into the opaque/foggy windows. I could hear my breath echoing up 4 floors and after a few moments I convinced myself to return to the classroom, but I didn't. I ended up talking to the friendliest surfer dude possible eating McDonalds and he said "hey I've got an extra burger, you want one?" & I politely declined saying "I'm full up." The surfer dude started relating all kinds of mixed anxieties to me and usually when someone does this it just makes me feel worse and want to crawl in a hole, but there was something about his oversized flip-flops and his backwards hat and his spicy mustard from McDonalds that calmed me down. Peers started to roll out of class asking me if I was OK and re-assured me that "no one is making fun of you" as if that was soemthing I was at all worried about. My teacher Jin came out and quietly walked over to me with a deeply sincere stare that reminded me that she was A) the best teacher I've ever had at Evergreen B) probably a wonderful grandmother & C) only worried about me and my well being. I left the A Wing of SEM II and walked across red square and the squabble of last day partiers and hip hop dee jays and dancers were only making me feel worse. The only solution is to eat falafel and sit in the woods, except I am not hungry and I am wearing white-ish pants that shouldn't get dirty.