If I could rule the world

It should be a law of physics that whenever I'm bored, there is always something I want to watch on TV.

P.S. No, I don't have on demand or TiVo, you spoiled ninnies.

Time.

Time's Person of the Year is YOU.

Both Jon Stewart and Steven Colbert made fun of it in their shows and I thought it was silly until I actually read the magazine and realized it's true... we make things happen. The Facebooking, Blogging, Googling, YouTubing, iTunesing, My Spacing generation is what it's all about. The UCLA taser cell phone video on YouTube is a perfect example of how many people are active participants in the Internet, how many people see the little things that happen around the world. As a future journalist (or, as a current journalist), this trend is very important to me. It makes my heart beat faster and puts a warm feeling of contentment in my belly... people do care. And of course, this Internet phenomenon makes my job that much more convenient. Remember the days of looking students' names up in the school directory? Now we just use Facebook.

And then I realized I have a blog and I should use it, after all my voice is part of this revolution too. I had a lot to say when I was in Spain, but my flow of words seems to have stopped since I returned. And then I come here and see that LeeAnn and Jen do use our blog and their voices. Of course they do. That warms my heart too.

I'm going to Disneyland tomorrow.

I wish I had an ounce of musical talent

Emily Haines and Neko Case. Both known for their work in more rockin' music projects (Metric and The New Pornographers). Both put out solo work this past year. I enjoy both CDs very much. It's all about those voices.

EDIT: Also, hour long The Office episode was on last night. You better have watched it. The new Ricky Gervais project Extras is also very funny, even though I only watched about an episode and a half of it (I do not have HBO at my apartment). Anything involving Kate Winslet teaching someone to talk dirty while dressed as a nun is awesome in my book.

NEWSFLASH: Sleep-deprived interns kill people, hurt themselves

Wow! Finally! Scientific proof that working for 30 hours straight is not good for you or your patients' health!

Doctors in training who fall asleep during surgery or while examining patients make four times more errors that cause deaths than their better-rested colleagues, the research reveals.

Young doctors also suffer from their mistakes with emotional problems that can haunt them for years. They admit that their distress includes fear, guilt, anger, humiliation, and decreased compassion. What's more, the distress coupled with reduced empathy can increase the odds of more medical errors and even alcohol and drug abuse.

If interested in official publication of more things we already know: Links to an article and a study.

There's Something Happening Here

For a few weeks now, there have been some mysterious, vague, uncomfortable rumblings.

Last week, there were a few considerable shifts in the ground beneath my feet, some visible churning in the water.

Next week, I predict another seismic shift, a sudden surge of the waters, an eruption--something new, spontaneous, and slightly ominous.

I'll keep you posted.

So that's where it was hiding!

Remember that gore I was looking for when watching Hostel? I just watched Apocalypto last night. FOUND IT!

The night before I went to see The Faint/Ladytron/Ratatat/DJ Aoki (You know that weird-looking asian girl from Sin City and those Fast and the Furious movies? Her brother) with Oliver and some of his friends from the O.C. (shout out to the O.C.! Wha what!). It's nice when you go out to hang out with friend's friends and everyone just gets along so naturally that it soon just turns into a group of people talking. No weird divisions within the group, no one trying to accomodate the one person who just can't relate to the main conversation going on. NICE.

Too Much Monkey Business!

Yesterday, three stops, one concert, a whole lot of good stuff.

1: Newbury Comics. I'm at this stupid chain store (music, movies, and a whole lot of Massachusetts ultra-liberal 'tude) to buy a fun Secret Santa gift. I am drawn by neon stickies "8.99!" and "9.99!" (...and "USED") sprinkled throughout the CD section.
Booty: Elliott Smith "XO" and Squirrel Nut Zippers "Perennial Favorites." Hooray for sweet packaging. Total (less fun Secret Santa gift): $20.

2: In Your Ear. On a "just bought stuff" high, I go down to the musty old basement that is the In Your Ear "Records Tapes Bought and Sold" store. Lots of dusty old things. More neon signs. I take another adventure into a jungle of cheap stuff by artists I recognize. Last time, I ended up with a record by Andy Stochansky that was so bad I almost threw it out of the car the first time I heard it. So bad. Hope I fare better.
Booty: Leah Andreone "Veiled" (this is a surprise for my roommate, who loves Leah Andreone, a tortured angry chick who happens to be from San Diego). The (International) Noise Conspiracy "Armed Love". Remy Zero Promo EP. Total:$15.

3: Tower Records. The neon signs outside this one have been changing for months: "GOING OUT OF BUSINESS SALE," "EVERYTHING MUST GO," "10 MORE DAYS!" I stop inside. It's very sad. Tall piles of CDs no one is going to want even at 99 cents. Bad hip hop, ruins from the 90s, best of's that suck. Hopefully I can go back in a few days and see if the better CDs are even cheaper.
Booty: Fugees "No Woman, No Cry" Australian Tour EP. Elvis Presley "Elvis Sings Flaming Star." Total: $5.

4: Sanders Theater. My roommate sings with the Harvard Radcliffe Collegium Musicum.
Booty: They sing Josquin des Prez, contemporary composers Donald Martino and Lorten Lauridsen, Brahms, and Bach. My soul expands. This stuff is beautiful even if you hate music and happiness and all of humanity.

Summary: So I binged. But you miss the point. The point is this: Elvis Presley is the shit. I had no idea. No joke! So good!

Boobies+Blood=Moderately Successful Horror movie

I just watched Hostel, mostly because I wanted to see how gory it was. WAY disappointed. It's funny how bad horror movies always compensate with naked women. It was like entire rooms of nakedness in the form of a whorehouse, a spa, and a hostel. And I guess us consumers have no shame because enough of us keep watching them that they keep making more. Oh well, bring on the (only kind of) grusome!

Correction

In junior year, I wrote a review of Belle & Sebastian's Dear Catastrophe Waitress for that high school publication we all grew to love so well. I gave it a B and called it trite and nothing special. Danny Mullin said I was a whore.

I was.

What a fantastic album.

Cool kids

You know what's cool? "Down by the bay..." Oh yeah and beating USC. Take that Mothafuckas!