You watch Battlestar Galactica? You don't? You're an idiot.

So, I am into Season 2.5 of the Sci-Fi series Battlestar Galactica. What the hell man? These writers are so good. Sooooo good.

And why is Starbuck so cool?

Hungarian Wine and Bread Dumplings

It was the summer of 2004. Ashley Simpson came out with her first single. I studied in Prague.

I watched Daisies to prepare myself and I guess it was spot on. At one point we did stop in a field and made wreaths of flowers. Those that know me also know that besides reading Kafka and Kundera I cried a lot. I missed my then boyfriend.

Crying fits aside, I got to have a lot of madcap adventures gallavanting throughout Europe. I even saw the Queen of England. And what.

I also befriended two particular people while studying. One being a 4'11" blonde version of my twin sister. Way to go Shannon. And the other was the only other person besides myself in a committed relationship who stayed that way while in Europa. The three of us had lots of drunken adventures involving such props as knives, castles, and absinthe.



For the first time since this trip, we will all be meeting up. This holy reunion will take place in Madison, Wisconsin. I think cheese and booze will play a large part in whatever happens.

PS - I just watched Scoop and it was awesome. Scarlett's character in it was hillarious.

Megan and Zach Braff

I found this on Youtube today. Don't ask me why. There are a lot of striking similarities between Megan and Dawn.

Below - Megan lectures Pugsley on his methane emissions.

Meg and Pug have a moment, originally uploaded by Juxtaposedface.

You've Gone Away Enough

So, about two weeks ago Megan, Erin, and I were at Metropolis. We were trying to slowly kill ourselves with baked goods and caffeine. Megan and Erin played a really pessimistic game of scrabble. It was during this game that I stole Erin's iPod. This song by Mirah came on her iPod shuffle. God Bless the shuffle. I had never heard this song before and man. It is perfect. So perfect for this time.



You've Gone Away Enough

if the light takes you in will you know where you've been all this time
at the edge of a cliff you could almost just slip down the side
when there's so much to do don't you wish you could make up your mind?
but it know it's elusive, it grows and it burns you inside


ooooooooo...

with my eyes mostly closed like a person who knows how to drown
i'll squint at the sun and my shoulders will pray for the ground
let's throw something over, imagine it's us falling down
and thinking of death we will watch without making a sound

ooooooooo...

but it's just the way you are you don't have to be afraid
the way you look at the stars and how you think that they were made
the motion will never stop turning the night into the day
you've gone away enough when will you decide to stay

my trouble with everything always is nothing's just right
just to figure out nothing could keep you awake half the night
not to know what you want is a terrible thing you should fight
you just sift for the face of the dark while you wait for the light

ooooooooo...

Moss on Oak

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I'm Kind of Excited.

BrightEyes_01.jpg, originally uploaded by Juxtaposedface.

I'm kind of excited, dudes. Bright Eyes is coming out with a new record - Cassadaga. Nevermind that Conor is a total dreamboat. He has eyes like a puppy and sounds like a goat. Sigh. Here is a sampling of his new lyrical genius.

Four Winds.

Your class, your cash, your country, sect, your name or your tribe
There's people always dying trying to keep them alive
His body's decomposing in containers tonight
In an abandoned building where

A squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl
With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
Four winds blowing through her hair

But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
She just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed
She caves

The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qu'ran's mute
If you learn them all together you get close to the truth still
They are pouring over sanskrit on the ivy league moons
While shadows lengthen the sun

Cast all the school and meditation built to soften the times
And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines
Four winds, cry until it comes

And it's the song of man
Slouching towards Bethlehem
A heart just can't contain all of that empty space
It breaks, it breaks, it breaks

Well, I went back, I rent a Cadillac, a company jet
Like a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps
All the way to Casa David to commune with the dead
They said, "You'd better look alive"

And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
In the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused east
I buried my ballast, I made my peace
With four winds, levelling the pines

But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
She just can't compete with all that outer space
She caves, she caves, she caves, she caves

They have that song and one called "No One would Riot for Less" on the Bright Eyes website. I am seeing the Akron Family show at the Empty Bottle tonight. But, my sister is taking FOREVER to get ready.

So, I will just listen to these two songs over and over. Think about going to New Orleans for their show in May. Eyes like a puppy. I got Blood Brothers tickets today. Thrashing about is on the not to distant horizon.

And finally, I want elaborate comments at the bottom of my flower posts. Write a short story, a poem, or a manifesto. Things like Mein Kempf or Leaves of Grass, but in your own words.

Japanese Magnolias

Japanese Magnolias, originally uploaded by Juxtaposedface.