Tuesday, November 29, 2005

It's an Arabic thing...you wouldn't understand.

صئ تط سسس غضع"

That is arabic. It's very hard to read...it's even harder to write...I am not arabic, but I have decided that I am going to only write in arabic (starting RIGHT after I finish this blog post...of course)

This is an attempt to take back my soul from this blog. When white producers and money men started to steal jazz from the black artists who created it and water it down for mass white consumption as big band, BE BOP was invented...a musical form that was based on convoluted note structures (sometimes the exact same note "recipe" as a more popular counterpart but newly minted with more improv and MORE notes), smaller instrumental groupings and freer rhythmic patterns, ensuring that the music industry henchmen couldn't reproduce this music as easily as they had earlier jazz.

This is still happening today in Hip Hop culture. Fo Shizzle. The oppressed taking back what they created and tweaking it to represent them once more.

Because people read my blog, I am sometimes a little less apt to post what I am really feeling. I write about things that will amuse the masses to feed my little ego demon. But I think I need this blog to be a place where I can write about sad things, nay, depressing things...things that break my heart and experiences that I can't get rid of with just a pen and paper. Things that are so big in my soul that they require the vastness of cyberspace to contain them...lest my head implode. I want to write about God, bad dates, new crushes, old love that breaks me, my family, my job...things I shouldn't write about if other people are going to read it...things that I should filter. Things that I do filter.

Hence I will write only in arabic. It may take a year, but be-bop wasn't born in a day. I'm taking back my blog...and if you get bored or offended...so be it. And if you go out with me or care about me, I ask your forgiveness in advance.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Please Forward

What better way to celebrate the Thanksgiving Holiday than by starting a NEW THANKSGIVING CHAIN E-MAIL FORWARD????!!!!! That's what I'm doing right here, right now to show my gratitude to God for all good things in the world. That's right...A Chain e-mail for giving to those you are thankful for.

Here it goes:

I'm so thankful for so many things.

(picture of person praying)

and this is my prayer of thanksgiving.

I am thankful for money. Lots and Lots of money. I wish you would give me some money. Then I could be thankful for money AND YOU!

(picture of me swimming in money ala Scrooge McDuck)

I am thankful for Love. I am thankful for kittens. I am thankful for kittens in love.

(picture of two kittens holding hands)

I am thankful for the Weight Watchers holiday cookbook that will make me feel completely satisfied without losing precious weightloss ground. You'll see a little less of me next year...haha.

(picture of me ingesting an entire pumpkin pie in one fell swoop)

I am thankful for crystal light, caffeine free diet dr. pepper, and a whole host of other diet beverages that make each day just a little bit better.

(picture of me running to the bathroom 10 times a day, thus breaking up my work day into manageable bite sized pieces)

I am thankful for family. Especially my stripper sister-in-law and my nanny and pappy for giving me stories that I may entertain at cocktail parties.

(picture of nanny and pappy cage dancing)

I am thankful to God for inventing ipods. Although I can't afford an ipod yet (please see 1st thankful item on list) it feels like I should still be thankful that the promise of one exists in the world.

(picture of me and God giving you a big hug with caption "you really shouldn't have...it's much too extravagant a gift for little ol me...but now at least God loves you...so that's good!")

I am thankful for friends. Friends don't let friends drive drunk or with a cell phone in one hand and a diet coke in the other.

Please forward this list to 32 of your closest friends and family or someone will get hit by a bus in the next year.

Happy Thanksgiving!!!!!!

Monday, November 21, 2005

My Best Friend's Wedding

My very best friend in the whole wide world got married this weekend. And contrary to seemingly popular premonition, I didn't pull ONE julia roberts weasely hollywood move to try to stop the wedding...I love her new husband, and although I was a little teary eyed at the thought of the end of our Reign as the Park Terrace Triumverate, I was so excited to see her in love, in love, in love.

In fact, I was suprised to find that I didn't have any prickly feelings of jealousy or a desire to be anywhere other than where I am right now. This is a milestone for me. I am a hopeless romantic and ALWAYS want to be madly in love with someone, something ANYTHING. And here I am content. Not aching for anything that I don't currently have. Is something wrong with me? Or am I just growing up?

Her new sister-in-law, who likes to tell people that she hand-picked my friend for her husband, informed me at the reception that I am her next matchmaking project. My friend's older brother couldn't believe I wasn't married and said I was the kind of girl that would be fun to go with to the grocery store. My point: Everyone else is more concerned with my single status than I am right now. A cute boy(we'll call him my wedding party boyfriend) flirted with me at the wedding and at bowling afterward. He sat too close, he made me feel beautiful and acted like I belonged to him. 5 minutes later, another wedding party boyfriend leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Next time, don't tease me...". I'm just discovering how to be THIS girl. I feel like I just won the cheerleader tryouts and I am finally allowed to wear the GIRL uniform. I think I'd like to live it up for just a little bit longer and maybe get this out of my system. BUT of course I'm saying this now when I'm not in love with someone...so give me another week and I'll be singing the song of the committed, dreaming of wedding dresses and sales at the target pregnant lady department.

I laugh when I am making a fool of myself Posted by Picasa

I will never get sick of this skyline Posted by Picasa

my city and my school Posted by Picasa

yet another blog picture of me dancing weirdly. Posted by Picasa

me and my girls in NYC Posted by Picasa

college revisited Posted by Picasa

not from the wedding...just a vintage chair I bought at DI. Posted by Picasa

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Mockery is the Sincerest Form of Flattery

You may have noticed I've been gone. But you shouldn't feel bad...I swear it wasn't you...it was ME. I took many hiatuses (is that how you spell that?) during the beginning of the month of November...I stopped counting my weight watchers points, I stopped answering my telephone or returning most calls, I stopped doing my work at work, I stopped cooking (viva la microwaveable corn dogs), I stopped ironing my clothes, I stopped having crushes, I stopped cleaning ANYTHING and I think I may have even stopped breathing once or twice (mostly right after walking up the 4 flights of stairs to my apartment but whatever...). Most recently, I stopped physically being in Salt Lake City. I just got back from my most dramatic hiatus which was a trip to the Mother Land also known as the East Coast.

After eating my way through Pennsylvania and New York City (scrapple and tastykakes and thin crust pizza...oh MY!) I am back and ready to once again share my life with anyone and everyone who may wish to read about it. My renewal is complete. I was offered an upgraded position at work, I have a new interest in my "Women with Significant Lives" project and I am once again in love with my blog, men and life in general.

A "FAN" just sent me a little send up of my blog style that has encouraged me to continue per usual...I've copied it here for your enjoyment:

"Ninny Beth's Blog Style: As I walked to work today from B Street to G street I saw a homeless man and wondered how such a person could arrive in such a state of existence. When I was attending school at Penn (Ivy League) I was part of a theatrical group where I actually played the part of a homeless person. Given, I have never been homeless (although I once spent the night in a car), I did have some idea of what it must be like to be homeless. The sun was beautiful as it rose above the mountains. I HATE boys."

I'm either flattered or offended...but it's pretty accurate except that I never ONCE slept in a car all night. Either way, I'll start writing again even if it is only to vindicate myself from such slander. I love you, blog! I do!!!!