Archive for March, 2009

Oh, to be so painfully hip.

Hipsters. Love them or hate them, they’re everywhere…San Diego, San Francisco and soon I’ll find out if they’re in Minnesota! But that’s beside the point. Here’s a conversation a friend and I recently had about hipsters (please excuse any and all spelling and grammatical errors–it is just chat after all):

1:20 PM me:what should i have to drink from the fully stocked fridge?
dr. pepper? an izze?
k*****: beer
me: hahahaha. i wish!
k*****: oh damn
root beer?
me: we have cream soda
k*****: eh
me: that’s close
k*****: yeah. . .
1:21 PM i think dr pepper sounds nice. .. what kind of izze do you have?
me: i think we have clementine and raspberry
k*****: HM
raspberry sounds nice.
1:22 PM me: i think so too!
and those are supposedly “all natural”
k*****: oh well yeah definitely go with that one, for hipster factor alone!
me: hahahahaha
1:23 PM oh to be so painfully hip!
i think hipsters come from the emo family
k*****: oh yeah?
me: you know, like cats and leopards are in the “family”
k*****: right
i think you’re definitely onto something there
i could see that.
1:24 PM you should write a blog about it
me: i was just going to say that!
k*****: it should be titled “Oh to be so painfully hip”
i like that
me: i was thinking of more things to talk about for our show…i should have written them down
k*****: ūüôā
me: haha. good idea!
k*****: yeah
1:25 PM yeah that should definitely be video blog topic
and their many variations
me: ooooooh! how we love to hate them and hate them because we love them so (the boys anyway)
1:26 PM k*****: yeah, just the boys
its definitely a love/hate
me: ya
1:27 PM k*****: i can only love them from afar, because then i start to loathe them after about 2 minutes of staring at their skinny legs and nasty haircuts
1:30 PM me: agreed
1:31 PM and if they’re going to keep their hair long, i really wish they would wash it once in a while…
i know i’m pretty scuzzy sometimes, but pretty, clean, soft hair is more of a turn on
k*****: yeah, and maybe cut it so that one side wasnt noticeably longer than the other
me: instead of that weird unwashed hair smell
1:32 PM (oh and i was wrong, it’s “sparkling pomegranate”)
k*****: mmm
that sounds delicious
and very hip
So there you have it…one day I will go into more detail about my theory of hipsters and their taxonomic category–being related to those emo kids, and the emos being related to the goths and so on and so forth…but for now, this is all you get (mostly because I haven’t had the time to fully research and think this idea through)!
Also, you may have noticed a reference to a “video blog.” That’s right, we’re actually toying with the idea of creating our own “reality” (of sorts) show; seeing as we’ve talked about it before and apparently¬†no one is going to make it for us, we going to take matters into our own hands! However, I must admit that I’ve¬†never been one to feel¬†comfortable in front of a camera (I think it has something to do with the shyness) and¬†I really hate¬†seeing myself on film, but we’ll see what happens…so stayed tuned for that.
“Give me a yellow brick road and a Japanese car and benevolent change”


I don’t really like the new Facebook format, but I guess I’ll get used to it.

Memories. Sometimes they hit me like a slap in the face.

While they might not necessarily be bad memories–in fact they’re usually great–they’re also not ones I usually want to remember. It’s as if my mind is torturing my heart by making me think about something that once was and will now never be. Something will trigger it–a smell, a song, a place, and there I got off in lala land…only to come back and be disappointed that I just put myself through that, as the sense of euphoria suddenly and tragically fades. It’s a cruel process. Why do we do this to ourselves? Even after months or years have gone by (depending on the memory)…it still stings. You try to get rid of things that remind you of said memories–songs, pictures, etc. but the mind is much smarter than that; having already registered and stored more than you could ever imagine. And it can’t help it if the man standing next to you on MUNI smells like an ex (friend, boyfriend, whatever)!

One of my favorite films, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, plays with the idea of being able to erase memories–particularly, painful ones. You broke up with someone and want to forget them–done! You’re beloved dog dies and you can’t imagine life without them–you won’t even remember you had one to begin with. It’s that easy. There have been many, many times I’ve wished this type of technology existed; how glorious would it be to forget that time you drunkenly…well, you did anything remotely inappropriate, embarrassing and/or unforgettable while (drunk, or not) in front of/to any number of people? Or that time you got your heart stomped on? Or that day you lost someone very important? There are so many ways this could potentially be useful.

Conversely,¬† if you sit down and really think about it for a minute, this whole mind erasing thing is much like getting a tattoo. Once it’s done, it’s permanent (assuming you’re not considering that whole laser removal process, which really isn’t very advanced or promising yet anyway unless you have loads of money–so really it’s not an option).¬† And much like the reaction of one of the characters in the film; hasty, ill-thought-out decisions, usually lead to an “Oh shit!” phase that probably won’t be very pleasant as you start to second guess this very permanent decision that’s already in progress.

So, I guess what I’m really saying is that as much as I might want to erase certain memories at one time or another, I know it’s a terrible idea (as we also learn in the movie). Without these memories, how will I ever learn and grow? How would I be the (cynical, pessimistic, stubborn, albeit lovable!) person I am today without them? And what if one day I’m finally able look upon these (currently) loathed memories with fondness and appreciation? It’s just not a risk I’m willing to take just yet–then again, I’ve always been a very cautious person with a tiny side of reckless abandonment.

Anyway, I’ve completely forgotten where I was going when I first started this and I have no clue where it’s going to end up now.

It’s been said that time heals all wounds…I’m just wondering how much longer I’m going to have to wait.

Oh I’m just a girl, guess I’m some kind of freak.

March 8th is International Women’s Day, and with that in mind–Happy International Women’s Day!

According to the official International Women’s Day website, this day “has been observed since in the early 1900’s, a time of great expansion and turbulence in the industrialized world that saw booming population growth and the rise of radical ideologies.”

In celebration of today, I will be sharing a few of my favorite quotes so far this year from my “Wild Words from Wild Woman” daily calendar that my mom got me as a stocking stuffer for Christmas. She knows me too well. Let the fun begin!

“Your thorns are the best part of you.”¬† -Marianne Moore

“I used to be a virgin, but I gave it up because there was no money in it.”¬† -Marsha Warfield

“My take on marriage is this: Why buy the butcher when you can get the sausage for free?”¬† -Jen Kerwin

“Only time can heal your broken heart, just as only time can heal his broken arms and legs.”¬† -Miss Piggy

“My husband says he can read me like an open book. The only problem is he doesn’t know what page I’m on.”¬† -Sydney Newman Dotson

“Sex is still the leading cause of pregnancy.”¬† -Frederica Matthewes-Green

“It’s great being blonde–with such low expectations it’s easy to impress.”¬† -Pamela Anderson

“If Joan of Arc could turn the tide of an entire war before her eighteenth birthday, you can get out of bed.”¬† -E. Jean Carroll

“You never see a man walking down the street with a woman who has a little potbelly and a bald spot.”¬† -Elayne Boosler

“We have stuntpeople who won’t do what I do.”¬† -Molly Shannon

“Some of my best friends are books.”¬† -Doris Lakey

Thank you and goodnight.

(I can’t get no) Satisfaction.

I’m so easily distracted by the internet, it’s scary. I sit here on my lappy, with the intention of writing a paper, or even a blog and suddenly I need to check my email instead. Which then prompts me to check my Facebook, MySpace, Twitter, various blogs, bookmarks, etc. It’s never ending; and it’s terrible. Do you remember the days before the internet?! I do. And I remember getting along just fine; although, I was about 10 or 12 at the time…What about before the whole MySpace craze, which then turned into the Facebook craze? How in the world did we stalk eachother before then?! Did we really pick up the telephone and call to check up on eachother instead of reading a “status update” or a “profile comment”? It’s crazy to think about, especially since this whole networking site craze just blew up within the last 5 years or so. Five years ago, I could care less about checking my email, much less checking it at least 3 or more times a day. Five years ago I think I had better things to do and different priorities.¬† Today, I can’t live without the internet. It’s a blessing and a curse.

On one hand, having moved away from my hometown, the internet helps me stay connected to those I no longer get to see as frequently as I might like. I can see pictures and videos of birthdays I’ve missed, babies I have yet to meet and general goings-on that I used to be a part of. There’s also the convenience factor–you might be at work, doing homework, etc. and you can just quickly check and see what everyone is up to. And on the other, maybe this whole technological phenomenon is just dehumanizing. Maybe it would be better getting pictures in the mail? Hearing a voice over the line? Seeing someone in person? Generally speaking, I know what most of my friends (and family) are up to and I don’t even have to actually talk to them! Does this worry anyone else?

Good or bad, it’s a slippery slope.

Happy Birthday!

It’s official! Today is the one year anniversary of the first post ever published on goodnight, rose. I never thought I would keep up with it as much as I have. Granted, I haven’t always been able to stick with the once-a-week goal that I had when I first started, but things have become much more consistent and I have posted at least once every month for the past year. Yay!

Made in honor of today.

Made in honor of today.

Today is a day of celebration! So join me (in your own home) as I have a solo dance party and eat a dozen cupcakes.

I’m not very good at frosting cupcakes.

Once upon a time I was a girl who trusted her instincts. What in the hell happened?

“The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”