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like, texting of a sexual nature? duh. Come on. you must be in high school or something.
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I don't see how the two are mutually exclusive. You're misusing terminology.
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Oh man I think I'm going to lose friends over this one. Maybe.
1. Katy Perry. Bad music. Not even very catchy. Generally useless, and besides, according to everyone she's just a not-quite-as-pretty version of Zooey Deschanel.
2. H.I.M. Fucking ridiculous. A pentagram heart... yeah, real clever. Way to exacerbate the most hideous fashion movement of our generation.
3. Miley Cyrus, or Hannah Montana, or whatever she is called.
4. Fall Out Boy. There, I said it. I just don't like Fall Out Boy. I think it's the nasal voices. Also the incredible EMO-NESS.
5. Avenged Sevenfold. Blech.
What I've learned from this experience: I have a deep-seated hatred for bad pop-punk. And faux-metal. And emo. -
Now THIS is an impossible question. Yeesh. After browsing my 5-rated songs, I've realized that most of the songs I love have nothing to do with love, or girls, or anything. But I'll take a crack at it:
1. Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata." Obviously. The most tender and heartbreaking song in existence.
2. The Beatles: "Because". My favorite Beatles song, and certainly one of the trippiest. "Because the world is round, it turns me ooooon...."
3. Death Cab for Cutie: "Soul Meets Body." I used to wake up half an hour early in high school to see this video every morning on Fuse. It made me cry many, many, many times. I am NOT ASHAMED.
honorable mentions, for being ridiculously cute:
-The Decemberists: "Shiny" Cute! SO FREAKIN CUTE!
-Fleet Foxes: "Ragged Wood." Ok, so the song is about a girl who ditches a guy and the song is supposed to entice her back "home", but it's so deliciously woodsy and I love the idea of the Fleet Foxes serenading me with ANYTHING. Any one of the five bearded men.
-Neutral Milk Hotel: "Holland, 1945." Oh boy was this a contender for the top 3. "...Now she's a little boy in Spain playing pianos filled with flames..."
Oh gosh so many more so many more.
I will also add that Ingrid Michaelson's "You and I" is the absolute cutest love song I have ever heard in my life life life. And I don't even usually like her! But this song is a duet! And has a ukelele for its only instrument! -
Did anything good happen in the 20th century? Regardless, it was exciting.
Top three: Russian Revolution (obv), the invention of "talkie" cinema, esp. in the 1930s, and the Summer of Love (1967). Jefferson Airplane! San Francisco! Peace! Love! Idealism! Psychadelic drugs in gorgeous public parks! -
Define 'literary'. I feel like literary couples generally don't work out as well as interdisciplinary couples. (perhaps attesting to my Comp Lit love as opposed to English?)
I think:
-Martin Heidegger and Hannah Arendt (brilliant! the brainiest philosophical couple! There's a play called "Martin and Hannah" that I've been dying to see for some time, but I don't think it gets performed often...)
-Georges Sand and Frederic Chopin (love love love!!! True romanticism on one side, true kick-assery on the other)
-Mary Wollstonecraft and William Godwin
The Shelleys, on the other hand, have got some major problems. -
Um... well, doesn't everyone? I mean, think of that statistic that shows that most people considers themselves to have "above average" intelligence even when it's statistically impossible. I think the same thing follows with attractiveness, unless the person has extremely low self-esteem. Therefore, most people tend to think they're pretty.
Ok, now that I've sufficiently avoided the question, I will say that there are uglier people in the world, and I try to project some sort of non-shloppiness (not a real word) at the very least. -
Most people don't now that I don't have a father because I say "parents" when referring to my mother. This often freaks people out when I tell them I have only one "parent" and consider my maternal grandparents "parents" too. One of my really close friends in high school didn't know this until three years into our friendship, just because I forget to tell her.
In my defense, it's kind of hard to make friends once people know you have only one parent, since it's easier to assume there's something wrong with you. Also it seems to incite pity and make people feel uncomfortable. Which is silly, because I feel no different just because I've never met the human (hopefully human) who donated one X chromosome and half of his genetic makeup to me. Meh. -
Oh definitely definitely. There are many kinds. But there is a Supreme Hipster that usually resides in EC. This Supreme Hipster is even above baseline rate of general Columbia student hipsterness, which is already pretty high, especially compared to the other Ivies (Columbia = Hipster Ivy?).
This Supreme Hipster of Columbia often wears t-shirts with very low v-necks, paired with dark skinny pants and Ray-Bans (or, if they are even more Supreme, "vintage" sunglasses). The Supreme Hipster looks like he isn't trying hard at all and would in fact scoff at someone who looks more Hipster because he can pull it off with such subtlety. Nonetheless, his hipsterness is that much more Supreme.
I'm not sure about the Butler Hipster because I refuse to work in Butler unless I absolutely have to. Also Butler Rats are awkward as hell most of the time. -
Oh gosh so many. Two of the best concerts ever were definitely the two Yeah Yeah Yeah shows I've seen-- one at the Aragon (usually a really shitty venue) and one at Lollapalooza (both last summer in Chicago). Lollapalooza was perhaps more enjoyable because it was a larger stage and I was allowed to be as crazy as I wanted. Also since it was already at the end of the night and everyone was the sweatiest they've ever been, people were friendly and not as self-conscious as they usually are at an indoor show.
Tie for awesome concertness is when I saw Ratatat at the Nouveau Casino in Paris. I was extremely close to the front, with my good friend Nate and a very friendly crowd (surprising for Parisians!). It was a small venue with incredible acoustics, and Ratatat are by far one of the best and most creative performers I've ever seen. And LOUD. Their live rendition of "Germany to Germany" sent chills up my spine.
There have, however, been countless excellent shows in my lifetime. These two just happened to be perfect not only in the songs performed but also in the venue, acoustics, mood, other concertgoers, atmosphere, and my own knowledge of the music. Just... awesome, in every way. -
Ew, wouldn't that just be doubly self-conscious? I don't really want to see EVERY part of my body, really. Some things I'd rather not discover.
I mean, OBVIOUSLY if I was a man (and not myself, meaning a completely different person and not just me with Congenital Adrenal Hyperplasia or Alpha-5 Reductase Deficiency) I would do me. But I'm not a man. -
Oh boy. I have a lot of quasi-embarrassing moments every day, but I definitely don't have a story worthy enough to be put in the back of Seventeen magazine. Most moments with the opposite sex aren't embarrassing, just... awkward.
In any case, a few embarrassing moments:
-Kicking Lloyd in the balls with my platform clogs as a junior in high school. On accident. He dared me to, and I only assumed he would block, so I kicked him as hard as I could. I still feel guilty. Poor kid was cowering on the floor.
-Running into a window in front of Juan while trying to climb onto the River fire-escape, doing some sort of mid-air somersault and careening to the floor with my knees over my head. Actually this was in front of Tony too.
-The foot-fracturing incident with Charley at UChicago. I had consumed one too many drinks, and hand-in-hand with my boyfriend at the time, decide to run full-speed towards a McDonald's at 2 AMish, with high heels on. I jump to try to make a high curb on 57th, my foot hits the ground and twists instantly, I drop to the ground pulling the kid down with me. He fractured a tooth. I fractured a foot. I spent the rest of the summer being called "Gimpy". Worst summer of my life, and it began with that moment.
Can't think of any others. As I said, most of these are just plain sad or awkward. -
1. Zooey Deschanel (because for some reason I've been compared to her and find her to be so... stereotypical. oooh look, indie girl buys awesome indie records. Indie girl on awesome vintage schwinn without a helmet. how cute.)
2. Paris Hilton
3. Stephenie Meyer
4. Katy Perry
5. Tyra Banks
In truth, Bono makes #1 on my list but I'm afraid that calling Bono annoying would make me appear less of a liberal. -
Richard Avedon. Jeff Wall. Many others I forget the names up, but definitely both of those. I am absolutely obsessed with Jeff Wall though, ever since I saw his photographic recreation of a scene from Ellison's "Invisible Man"
http://www.tate.org.uk/modern/exhibitions/jeffwall/image/roomguide/rm6_invisible_lrg.jpg -
I'm pretty happy with Julia. WITH A 'J'. The Russian name ("yuliya") doesn't quite fit me as the American one. Also I hate being called Julie. Apparently my mom put no thought into my name except that she's always liked it. Boooring.
Other than Julia, I wouldn't mind having been named Vivian (is this a grammatically correct sentence?). I don't know why. -
for females or males?
For males, I think journalism is pretty sexy. Photographic journalism especially. Blogging, however, is a huge turn-off if it's one's primary source of income. I used to think politics was sexy but then realized that a 20-something in politics either has a boring, underpaid desk job or unnecessary chutzpah.
Females... I'd say also some sort of investigative reporting, esp. on television, Rachel Maddow-style. Or, working in magazines (acceptable magazines: National Geographic, Vogue, Elle, Harper's, the New Yorker, the Nation). Also maybe some sort of museum job that allows for fancy gallery talks and curatorial power. -
At least psychologically, carbonated syrupy drinks made by Coca Cola always go with pizza. Never Pepsi. That is disgraceful. Top choice is classic Coca Cola (made with sugar, not that high fructose stuff that causes obesity and doesn't taste as good), in classy glass bottles. Or root beer (yum!). Or Dr. Pepper (makes the world tastes better). Dark syrupy goodness drinks.
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Hah. What an oddly relevant question.
Top 5 most wonderful chewfree foods:
1. Pistachio gelato (duh)
2. Broadway shakes from Tom's (or any other malt shakes) (what, were you looking for something healthy? milkshakes rule all)
3. fruit juice with pulp: grapefruit, mango, orange, or any infusion of the aforementioned
4. lentil soup (if you make it mushy enough)
5. refried beans with mushed avocado (sorry, just trying to figure out something healthier that isn't black beans. If Tess hadn't said black beans already, I would've definitely added that to the list. Avocado though...)
Foods with definite yuck-factor:
1. pudding. never liked pudding. especially bread/rice pudding. blech. The one American food I will never warm up to.
2. Once when I was two I had a throat infection and my mom fed me pasta in milk. Vermicelli, in fact. In milk. I never recovered.
3. Gruel, especially the milky or salty variety. I eat oatmeal occasionally but have to mask it with bananas, jam, or lots of sugar to cover the grossness inherent in oatmeal. There's a Russian kasha made out of rice that is similar to oatmeal except so much worse. gross.
4. Cottage cheese. It's like milk. But spoiled. Literally. Blech.
5. Mint chocolate ice cream. If I wanted to brush my teeth with a Hershey bar, I would. Alas, would rather not. Sorry for you devotees of mint/chocolate desserts. It just seems unnatural. -
Oh definitely Rene Magritte. Oh man, definitely. He's been my favorite since I was 15. Once I even broke a shelf at a Chicago Borders store because I was trying to reach a Magritte book on the top shelf... (oops)
Also my dream tattoo that I would never actually get would be something like this bird (I can't find the exact picture on google but I have it in my room): http://echostains.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/f931-magritte-the-entrance2.jpg
Also I have... *counts* five Magritte posters, and... *counts* at least three smaller Magritte postcards in my room. -
Why am I not disturbed by this question? Maybe I am really unnecessarily revealing too much information. In any case, boobs themselves aren't annoying, it's having to find the appropriate bra color/size/strap for randomly-cut dresses. This is often tortuous. Leads to a lot of embarrassing situations.
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