Monday, July 30, 2012

Is that the best statue can do?

For some reason, I just love statues.

I mean,
I think posing with statues is pretty normal,

but I like to think that I take it to a new level.

There's animal statues:

And posing like statues:

 Sometimes when you're not looking so hot, you pose like the Doryphoros.

Historical Statues make me smile:

I will make it to Mount Rushmore some day!

And interacting with statues is the best:

I have a dream

to own some kind of statue park

made for climbing and playing and taking pictures.

I'm pretty much an expert already, right?

Sunday, July 29, 2012

America's Pastime.

I have this pet peeve called

when people think baseball is boring.

I would submit

(and I'm about to say something offensive)

that there are no boring baseball games,
only boring spectators.

It takes class to be a baseball fan.

And yeah, in de facto terms,
football might be everyone's favorite.

But baseball is America's pastime--

When I grow up, we will be a baseball watching family.

We will love the home team, whoever it is,
so we can watch the games every night.

And my babies will know to call them runs and not points,
and they'll know about
tagging up,
full counts,
and RBIs.

'Cause you just sit there and think about America.
That's why it's okay that it's 3 hours.

Monday, July 23, 2012

I Can Do Anything Good.

I took the GRE today.

And it went rather well.

There are too many possibilities.

Thursday, July 19, 2012


You may have heard that I'm the Queen of Nostalgia.
You would be right.

Today, I'm nostalgic for

Ah for the summer days
when I could spend all afternoon
lazing in the cool air conditioning
in front of the television
watching tennis.

Not just tennis.


The classy white outfits.

Not to mention the line judges' outfits.

The grass courts that get worn as the fortnight slips away.

Love-hate relationships with the announcers.

Rain delays.

I love it all.

It reminds me of so many good summers with my sister.

Oh to eat strawberries and cream
and watch the action
from Henman Hill.

I hadn't heard who the winner of Wimbledon 2012 was,
so I decided to look it up.

And I was amazed as I looked through the bracket--
it's all the same old names that I know and love.

Some names that I haven't thought of in years!

Roger Federer
Andy Murray
Novak Djokovic
Jo-Wilfried Tsonga
Florian Mayer
Mikhail Youzhny
David Ferrer
Philipp Kohlschreiber
Richard Gasquet
Xavier Malisse
Juan Martin Del Potro
Marin Cilic
Mardy Fish
Radek Stepanek
Fernando Verdasco
Janko Tipsarevic
Andy Roddick
Ivo Karlovic
Jurgen Melzer
Jarkko Nieminen
Rafael Nadal
Lleyton Hewitt
Stanislas Wawrinka
Tommy Haas

This list makes me so happy.

Monday, July 16, 2012

Truck Drivin' Girl

I like road trips.

When I was little, I would get bored,
but now the hours and miles pass
and I like sitting still.

I like driving down a straight ribbon of highway
that stretches forever,
flying at 80 mph,
only worrying about passing semis.

I like the funny names of little towns 
that you read about on the reflective green signs.
I like reading about the funny little attractions they have
and stopping there on a whim.

They pronounce it Hurrikin.

I once went here.

I like seeing things you've never seen.
Like palm trees and Spanish-style houses

or red rocks.

I love seeing more of America,
of the unfettered, wide open West.
I love going and going
and ending up somewhere new.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Not a GRE word, but a definition nonetheless.

I am sassy.


lively, bold, and full of spirit


rude and disrespectful; impudent


improperly forward or bold

"simple and sweet and sassy as can be"

Tuesday, July 10, 2012


Last weekend, I watched Million Dollar Baby.

If you haven't seen it, do.

I had no idea. I thought it was going to be a feel-good sports movie.

But I loved many things about it,

not least

the lines that punch you in the gut,

the unlikely and beautiful love,

the gravel in Clint Eastwood's voice.

Um, can you believe this man is over 80 years old?

I tried to think about why I loved it so much,

and I think I figured out what gives it merit.

I love the emotions that it grapples with.

It makes you feel real things,

things you would never want to feel,

things that we've all felt.

This picture of Morgan Freeman represents emotions. Obviously.

The experience is actually worth the time it takes to watch it,

and I think that is rare.

Friday, July 6, 2012

Let us live to make men free.

Guys, I just really love America.

Last year, I said I couldn't love Independence Day the best because it's too commercialized.

But I've changed my tune.

How could I not love my country's national day more than anything else?

This year, I decided a couple of things.

1. All that you need to have a good Independence Day is

a pancake breakfast





2. I have to vote.

I watched Iron Jawed Angels, about Alice Paul & the 19th Amendment.

Once upon a time, women couldn't vote.

And they went to jail, and went on hunger strikes, and fought and fought.

And you don't take lightly that kind of sacrifice
for that kind of freedom.

3. Fireworks make my heart swell with all the glory of the loftiest human triumphs.

I think they should make fireworks that blaze the shape of George Washington's head in the sky.


I like the gold ones the best.

4. I'm going to have a patriotic wedding.

No question.

No matter what time of year I get married.

Won't it just be the best?

5.I want to move to Washington, DC & be a yuppie.

Like, it needs to happen.

I'll work for the Smithsonian,

jaunt around eating sundry cuisine,

wearing Banana Republic,

participating in free patriotic events in our nation's capital.

And John Phillip Sousa marches will be my life's soundtrack.

As He died to make men holy,
let us live to make men free
while God is marching on!