I realize that for the rest of the nation, this was the weekend of lining up at the cinema for Snakes on a Plane. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, though I’ll probably wait at least until next weekend to hit up the $4 matinee. Given my lousy track record for getting myself up and out of the house in time to see films while they’re still in theaters, it’s more likely that I’ll receive it on DVD from the library a year from now. Or watch it at the requisite "yay, SoaP is out on video!" party filled with vocal and drunken grad students. But all of this is just surmise.
For a surprising number of people we know in a wide array of social circles, however, it’s really the weekend of the Sweet Corn Festival . I had heard that the festival involved Fair food (you know what I mean: deep-fried, on a stick) and salt shakers hanging from trees, so Pete and I elected to go out at 1pm and allow plenty of time to soak up some simple s...
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[Nasal, High-Pitched Whine.]From: jejune.net
Post Date: 2006-05-09 15:18:12
There seems to be some vague and entirely inappropriate American assumption that mopeds -- or scooters, or whatever you call them -- are cute and fun. TV ads (at least, from what I can remember of the pre-TiVo days) show whitebread middle-class couples in pleated khaki shorts riding mopeds together in a moment of lighthearted vacation whimsy, and there seems to be some kind of bloc in the collective cultural memory that translates "riding a moped" into "instantaneous transportation int...
more Forming the Master PlanFrom: jejune.net
Post Date: 2006-05-07 08:50:27
I think that Pete was the person who truly generated my one qualifiable quarter-life crisis. Sometime last winter, walking home from a party with a friend on a particularly balmy night (for February, anyway), it came out that I’d always wanted to get more ear piercings when I was in high school. It was something that I’d never gotten around to, as in high school I was too busy re-piercing the singular holes in my lobes as they periodically re-closed with an astonishing swi...
more Hypothetically Speaking, Of CourseFrom: jejune.net
Post Date: 2006-05-13 22:22:23
So, if you saw an image compilation of ten jeans-clad butts, all somewhat close to your own pants size and wearing your own current brand of jeans, all photographed straight from behind, would you be able to pick your own rear out of the lineup? ...
more It BeginsFrom: jejune.net
Post Date: 2006-05-23 16:00:13
Every May, a few weeks after the semester ends, and it’s gloriously, ridiculously warm and clear and gorgeous outside, and there’s no sign of this sort of thing ending at any time soon, there’s an afternoon when I do all of the following things in this order:
- sit on the porch
- ride my bike
- take a bath
- wander down to the park with a book; space out and watch the lake
- wander home, and listen to Ride’s "Leave Them All Behind" and/or Orbital’s "Halcy...
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