Hometown: The Roch, MI (aka. The Crotch, aka. Crotchscratcher, aka. Crotchmolester, aka. Rochester)
Currently Living: Clawson, MI
Height: 5'8
Weight: Ha ha, yeah right
Favorite Color: Blue (preferably navy)
Profession: Researcher
Favorite Nickname: Trick, Sloan
Favorite Drinks:Vodka Tonic, Guinness, Diet Dr. Pepper, Dirty Martinis, red wine
Favorite TV Show: Friends, Sex & The City, Project Runway, The Amazing Race, Iron Chef America
Least Favorite TV Show: A Baby Story, I Love Lucy, Martha Stewart, Everybody Loves Raymond, every hour long drama
Favorite Books: The History of Love, Beloved, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, Fight Club, A Prayer for Owen Meany, The of Being, SurUnbearable Lightness vivor, Empire Falls, The Corrections, The Bell Jar
Favorite Movies: Little Miss Sunshine, Anchorman, The 40 Year Old Virgin, Wordplay, American Beauty, Life is Beautiful, Amelie, Breakfast Club, Singin In The Rain, Sixteen Candles, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Sleeping Beauty, Dancer in the Dark, Duets, The Virgin Suicides, The Manchurian Candidate (1962), Austin Powers I, II & III, My Best Friends Wedding, Moulin Rouge, Tommy Boy, Billy Madison, The Shining, Gone With The Wind, Bridget Jones' Diary, Chicago, Love Actually
Guilty Pleasure Movies: Xanadu, Dirty Dancing, Overboard, Groundhog Day, Steel Magnolias, 10 Things I Hate About You, Bond movies, Footloose, Clue, Murder By Death, High Spirits, A Cinderella Story
What I Do Too Much: Check email, crossword puzzles, complain about my job to friends and family,
Obsessions: sushi, Indian food, ranch dressing, toenail polish, song lyrics, hands, awards shows, symmetry, avocados, maps, dreams, This American Life, the display in my car that tracks my MPG
Pet Peeves: loud eaters, slurping, gulping, arrogance, snoring, bad grammar, repetition, late mergers, ripping cardboard, the word "chunky", intolerance, couples in a restaurant sitting on the same side of a booth, pop-up ads, privacy manager, men that drive without shirts on, being foolish, unfairly jumping to conclusions, being made fun of, cat-calling, people who type too hard
Greatest Fear: crossing bridges
Relaxing Activites: late night drives to sing by myself, headstands, hot baths,
Wish I Was: Ansel Adams, Jenifer Aniston, in love, living alone
Prized Possessions: ring from my grandparents, flower pot of my Grandma's, electric blanket (temporarily broken), tongue scraper, my bed
Craziest Thing Ever Done: getting a tattoo, strip Jenga
Things I Eventually Want To Do: skydive, buy a guitar, learn how to play the aforementioned guitar, take flying lessons, travel to France, write a novel, learn how to play the harp, tap dancing lessons, run a marathon
Tuesday, July 18, 2006 Poppa was a copper, momma was a hippie....Ahhh, the hippies have come a long way. Particularly, the hippies of Ann Arbor.
Sunday evening treated the boy and I to an interesting evening of music, and a slightly creepy hippie commune. A friend of his, Tim, was playing with Curtis Eller, toted as the "Angriest Banjo Player in New York." The boy and I didn't really know where we were going, and me, having only seen musical performances at theatres or bars, figured something of the like. Well, turns out that the locale, however it ended up being, was the common room of this co-op thing on the outskirts of Ann Arbor. But the strangest thing about it, was that they looked like $300,000 condos. So much for the sharing-all-things-equally ethos of the hippies. Unless they share all things only if you're in a certain tax bracket.
So we sat in the common room (which was really a common building with game rooms and child play areas), with lemonade served, children in diapers and overalls running around, girls tap dancing as part of the percussion section (I acutally thought that was pretty damn cool), with a cricket (noticeably not in tune, but really damn loud for a cricket) making his presence known inside the room, and enjoyed some good ol' banjo music. He was actually very very good and incredibly amusing to boot. The boy's friend's band (got that? Enough possessives there for ya?) played beforehand and was very good as well. So needless to say, it was an interesting evening. Kind of surreal and odd, but who doesn't love a little odd now and then?
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For whatever reason, at my gym yesterday, they were playing soft rock adult alternative hits from the 80's. And picture, if you will, a very out-going African American woman belting out the tunes like it was nobody's business. Like she knew the key changes for Mike and the Mechanics and all the musical nuances of Simple Minds. You'd think that she at one point sang back up for Hall and Oates, because I've never seen anyone sing "Kiss on My List" with such vigor (although there was a moment up north over the 4th of July where I believe there was some pretty animated singing of "Maneater").
Speaking of, I just heard an interview on the radio last week with the one guy from Hall and Oates (the one who doesn't sing? Hall? Oates? Hell if I know). What's up with them haunting me lately?
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I'm less crabby about my school stuff this week. But boy, has my motivation flown right out the window. I'm back to a few nights this week too. Time to see how the work-night-work-next-day routine works. This might be short lived.
