27 April 2009
25 April 2009
I still think it's pretty clever.
24 April 2009
21 April 2009
::wwwwWWAAAAAAAaaaaaaaahhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnng:: The wind from a passing CTA bus pushed my hair back from my face and broke me out of my morning haze, back into the reality that I was standing in a puddle in the middle of West Foster Avenue during rush hour. Literally, in the middle, empty coffee cup in hand, stumbling toward the neighborhood Starbucks for a pick-me-up before Jewish Backgrounds of the New Testament at 8:15. My best friend's words of wisdom bounced around my cerebral cortex, "Stepping out in front of a moving car on Foster is really a leap of faith...you're trusting them to eventually stop, aren't you?" I stared down the driver of a silver Miata, daring him to speed up and therefore violate the Chicago jaywalkers code of honor. Oh yes, my friend, my glare seemed to say, next time I'm driving and you're jaywalking, I will stop for you. He complied, slowing down enough to allow me to pass and metaphysically dropping his sword of transportation at my noble feet. I was the victor in this battle, and to the victor goes the caffeine spoils. I ignored the stinging rain on my face as I tripped through the familiar door. Oh no, I realized as I clumsily pulled the door toward me, I have become That Girl. The one who doesn't function without coffee in the morning. The door rushed back to its position, bumping my backside and pushing me into the relatively empty lobby. Evidently it agrees.
17 April 2009
04 April 2009
03 April 2009
I distinctly remember the exact moment that I found out that "Big Girls Don't Cry" was sung by Fergie. I was sitting in the Highlander in the left turn lane at a red light on the corner of Union and Elm streets in Manchester, New Hampshire around noon two summers ago. I was on my way to a pastoral visit during my internship and had sort of, maybe, possibly found some autobiographical content in the song so I thought maybe it was okay.
If it weren't for the whining.
And the terrible lyrics.
"I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket"????
Alas, I appreciated the applicability and gave it a chance.
And then I heard the radio announcement..."That was 'Big Girls Don't Cry' by Fergie...next up in the hour is the new hit from....." It was over. I hate that song.
I sometimes marvel at how I could have memorized the entire Bible, Apocrypha, both volumes of the Old Testament Pseudepigrapha and Josephus' "Jewish War" if only I hadn't gotten songs like these stuck in my head for eternity.
1. He's a jerk. 2. He's a liar. 3. He's just plain stupid to use the "it wasn't me!" alibi....two year olds get away with that. Adults don't.
Can we be just a little bit more prideful? No, I didn't think it was possible either.