Subhead: Nauseating Glop Of Bile-Colored Funk
That is SO my new band name

Here are some things that happened recently that I did not write about:

1) Saturday morning I was attacked by a brief, intense bout of food poisoning. During this short introduction to abdominal hell, I briefly blacked out, puked in the bathtub, and gave myself a very hardcore “my boyfriend beats me”-looking bruise on my bicep. After 15 minutes in the bathroom, and a 1 hour nap, I was completely recovered.

2) Thursday night was my friend Megasoul’s 28th birthday. We all met at Amy’s house (I met both Megasoul and Amy my freshman year at Emerson college. They were randomly assigned roommates and I lived across the hall) and ate Mexican food. I got into interesting conversations about the nature of creative motivation with a painter.

3) I’ve become thoroughly obsessed with Six Feet Under. Last week I downloaded the entire second season online, and watched episode after episode on my computer. Every Sunday night I got to a friend’s house to watch the newest episode. I’m totally engrossed. This is what happens when you don’t have a TV: you fixate, undistracted, on one show.

4) Andreas’ and my apartment reached never before seen levels of messiness. I’m sure that I’ve previously discussed my penchant for POSs (Piles of Shit), but I draw the line at mixed media piles of shit. Sadly, there were MM-POSs all over the apartment. One such file included clean and dirty clothes, a box from Dre’s new computer mouse, a letter from the IRS, postage stamps, and a fork. Clothing, correspondence, trash, AND kitchen slop, all in one pile. Heinous. We did a clean up yesterday which included me unscrewing the drain cover in the bathtub and extricating, by hand, several cubic inches of former tenants’ hair which had coagulated into a nauseating glop of bile-colored funk. The shower drains much better now.

5) T. recounted a conversation she had with a Frenchman who contended that we Americans were powerless to stop our crazy government. T. explained that protests were happening all over the nation, and the Frenchman (who was actually half American) scoffed and said that protests were one thing, but if people were REALLY as pissed about the war in Iraq as they SHOULD be, there would be riots, violence, and society would be shut down completely. The Frenchman explained that this will never happen because “Americans lack the revolutionary spirit.” While I don’t appreciate the man’s condescending attitude, I think he’s right about the revolutionary spirit. With a few exceptions, we Americans are a spoiled, privileged people who like to be coddled. Sure, we don’t always like the government, but we sure do like our standard of living, our lifestyles of excess and luxury, and our comfy position here at the top of the world.