Wednesday, January 6, 2010
We cut the legs off of our pants and threw our shoes into the ocean.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Been waiting for the sun to rise...
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Can you tell me how to get...
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
A Brief Interlude Addressing College Admissions Directors and the Like...
Sunday, May 31, 2009
I haven't seen you in a while.
and it feels like just a few minutes ago I was typing this same post in anticipation of Avodah.
it's so weird.
I guess this is what being a grownup feels like.
time goes by too quickly.
but this weekend was fun.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Souplantation
Probably the most empowering thing I've watched in an extremely long time. But, much to my delight, it gave both sides to Harvey Milk's story. It showed his opposition in a negative light (as is extremely fitting) and it appropriately outlined the flaws in his character. It rightfully let him die a martyr and a powerful activist, but it also gave us insight into his personality. Mostly, it was just damn inspiring. At least for me.
But at the same time, it also reawakened all my anger about Prop 8. It made it seem like Harvey Milk died in vain, like everything he worked for was just reversed by the religious right. It was extremely frustrating to witness, but I guess that's the emotion that lights the fire under the asshole of revolution.
On the bright side, I helped some five year old reach the frozen yogurt machine.
You gotta give 'em hope.
Friday, January 2, 2009
It's just a rift in the Conversation.
lucky i'm in love
with my best friend
lucky to have been
what i have been
lucky to be coming home
again.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Honey honey, come and dance with me.
is just be there
and hope that the people you care
will know.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
NFTY, the Common Cold, Owl Eyes, and Pink Shirts.
How weird is that?
Last year, I felt like NFTY Fall was my Jewish life coming full circle. So then what is this? Double circle? Venn diagram? I don't know.
I think feeling down is contagious. I think it's contagious the same way that laughs and chicken pox and yawning is contagious. And I don't even think I have any reason to feel down. Maybe it's just a mix of my notorious tendency to be impatient, a lack of text message response by a certain special someone, and worrying about my adorable Popop. I really don't know. I seem to say that a lot, and it's even starting to bother me. Why on earth don't I know? Fuck.
I also saw a college consultant today. Quite a card, that lady. Living with her husband in a tiny little cottage overlooking La Jolla, probably one of the most expensive pieces of real estate in southern California. Smiling and waving from her bookshelf was John McCain and Sarah Palin, so I knew that of course we'd get along. Oh, if only you could type sarcasm. But she was one of those sweet right wing nutjobs, like the type that thinks gay culture can be summarized by the Queer Eye guys and contained within the ghettos of Los Angeles and New York City. She was rather audacious as well. I'd say the most memorable moment involved her looking directly at me, pushing over a bowl of Swedish Fish, and asking, "Have you ever met a gay?" It was delightful. I really had to stop myself from choking, laughing, and tearing up all at the same time.
Shalom Shalom. I don't know why you say shalom, I say shalom.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
___ People Doing Extraordinary Things.
But this season is something completely unlike anything we (the viewers) have ever experienced. Sure, it is still a thrilling and mind-bending show employing extremely talented actors and digital effects people. But where did the story line go? How did the show expand so greatly that we can't even keep track of our beloved characters? How did they all go so bad?
What happened to Peter, a nurse from New York City who cared for a sweet elderly black man and dreamt of flight? What happened to Matt Parkman, the cop who wanted to be something greater? What about Claire? Where did her romance go? The show resembles an over inflated balloon. It has completely popped, and now the personalities of the characters have been completely compromised. And I don't think the old Heroes is ever coming back.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Goodbye Waves and Driveways
How on earth do you explain that to your mom?
And how can you love your birthday without that Santa Rosa sunshine?
Monday, August 18, 2008
homesick.
i miss avodah.
i miss living out loud at the top of my lungs.
i miss eating tater tots and grilling in the jo fo.
i miss snuggling.
i miss talking in the shower.
i miss my sisters.
i miss our bathroom full of magazines.
i miss the sunshine and the trees and the grass.
i miss making friendship bracelets.
i miss the songleading office.
i miss playing guitar for hours everyday.
i miss watching grey's in the bk.
i miss holding hands.
i miss mamas woodsie, rach, and zoe kallah.
i miss newman.
i miss being home!!!
[only 10 months to CIT oh nine]
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Sunday, May 4, 2008
one month...
dan nichols
no more lcc!
songleading
playing guitar all day
sunshine
tater tots
hikes
trees
san fran
cabins!
family
seashell sheets
dee sauce
mirpeset, beit am, beit t'fillah, kikar, mirpa'ah.
too much rock for one hand, baby.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Oh jesus...literally.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
bubble toes
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
crispy, crispy benjamin franklin
so really, world, what i'm trying to tell you is this: a craving for acceptance is not as weird as i previously thought. and i'm just so ready to get back into the arms of my love, nfty. yes, that's tacky, but there will never be a time in which my life isn't tacky.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
From here on in, I shoot without a script.
This song is for the soil that's toxic clear down tho the bedrock where nothing of consequence can grow, drop your seeds there, let them grow. Let them all go.
This song is for the people that tell their families that they're sorry for things they can't and won't feel sorry for. Let them all go.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Citizens of tomorrow...cheer it on!
If you take Good Shoes and the Rakes and throw in four extremely attractive nerds, you have Tokyo Police Club.
According to Christopher, if you take Sean Penn and give him a cousin with Downs, then you have We Barbarians.
If you put two kids with big headphones in downtown San Diego and fill them with In N Out and then throw them into an amazing show with 'seizure lights', you have my night. UH MAZING.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Don't want to say I told you so...but...
i am proud like a mom. his collection was gorgeous, original, and FIERCE. of course we all knew he was going to win, but confirmation is always comforting. i'm ready to see what this kid's going to do with his 100 grand.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Friday, February 8, 2008
Disdain and Pepchatas
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Websters: Listen Up
lope- low profile. To "lope" is to keep something undercover or on the "down low." (see also: lope the mule, loper, lopers.)
steez- a complex combination of style and ease. To have a steez truck or some steez-y shoes implies that said possessions are "cool" or "dope." It may also indicate a unique quality.
mob dez- to "tear it up" by participating in desert dirt biking or four wheeling.
bro- a young white male listening to awful music of the hip hop persuasion. He may also have a "lifted" truck, ugly girlfriend, ugly hair, blank expressions, and Toyota Longbeds.
For more valuable vocabulary lessons, see www.urbandictionary.com
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Monday, December 31, 2007
Jesus Camp: What Did Potter Do?
And THEN this lady opens her mouth. And she says that Harry Potter is a sinner. He is not a hero. He does not stand for good or justice. And I'm thinking "WHAT? Harry Potter is every little kid's hero! He is a symbol for what every kid wishes he or she could go out and achieve! Harry Potter fucking rocks." And then I think back to the end of the seventh book, when Harry decides that he is willing to sacrifice his life for the good of the world, and he steps in front of Lord Voldemort's wand unarmed. So, to stretch the truth, Harry is essentially laying down his life in front of the Lord for the good of humankind. Take that, Jesus Camp!
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Sweeney Todd
Monday, December 17, 2007
In the Kitchen, Boiling Society...
"Shannanagins," I thought.
So I finally just grew a pair and read it.
I heard right.
It's kind of like my initial refusal to go see Across the Universe.
I should have just gone with my gut.
So now I'm just busy pretending it doesn't exist.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Something to Ponder...
Raskolnikov’s bitter attitude yet somewhat clean conscience displays his obvious loyalty to Nihilism. He believes that if he were to have had stronger convictions and not confessed, his actions would therefore have not been a crime. This is an interesting point. A common cliche is “beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” Could the same not be true for crime? Could not crime be solely in the eye of the beholder, and society just plays to the “eyes” of the common people? If being a “sinner” depends on one’s definition of a “saint”, then perhaps one’s definition of a criminal depends on one’s definition of a crime. If Raskolnikov was the ubermensch and had stronger conviction in the crime he committed, then he would essentially have been able to forgive himself. However, he strips himself of his rights to the crime he commits when he conforms and confesses. To Raskolnikov, the crime is confession, and the punishment is eternal remorse.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Pushing Daisies
Friday, December 14, 2007
Juno
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Jesus, etc.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Water Weenies and Socioeconomic Reforms
Friday, November 30, 2007
Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs
Regardless, I am about to embark on what is sure to be the greatest adventure of our teenage lives, my second NFTY FALL weekend. So I'll be back on Sunday with plenty of insightful and witty banter for the cyber world to enjoy. Peace!
(by the way, the title of this entry happens to be a book by Chuck Klosterman. Go read it.)