Archive for July, 2008

The Whether Woman, by SalmonHeadSoup.

July 16, 2008; 01:16

Dear mister,

Today’s weather was okay. It was kind og sunny, especially as the afternoon wore on, but we got to the beach at noon where there were more clouds than sky.

Just in case you were wondering, it was 24 degrees Celcius. I’m not sure how much that is in Fahrenheit, but I’m feeling kind of thirsty so I think I’ll go get a glass of water.

With all due respect,

Shannon’s official weather girl.

July 29, 2008; 00:03

Dear Mister,

I was reading the saddest part of a book today when it started raining. It was still pouring by the end of the chapter, but the rain looked strangely out of place when the sun came out.

I also bought a basil plant a few days ago. My friend named it Octopus. What a fruit.

With all due respect,

Shannon’s official weather girl.
[Winner of the 2028 Pulitzer Prize]

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Commonplace book : July 28, 2008

Books:

John Kirouac – On the Road
Russel Brand – My Booky Wook
Anne Spollen – The Shape of Water
Samantha Schutz – I don’t want to be crazy
(to look up) Table of Everything
(to look up) Eckhart Tolle
♪ : Throwin’ Shapes – Minus the Bear
♪ : Flagpole Sitta – Magnificent Tracers
@: www. thesartoralist.com
◘ : Shut up & Sing
◘ : Eureka (TV show)
◘ : Crazy Beautiful
Lemony Snicket – The Notorious Notations
John Greene – An Abundance of Katherines
◘ : Curb your enthusiasm
Eric-Emmanuel Schmitt – Oscar et la dame rose/ Oscar and the Lady in Pink
♪ : The Go Team – The power is on
Jean-Dominique Bauby – The diving bell and the butterfly
♪ : Pink Squares – I was a cub scout
♪ : Robots in Disguise – La nuit
Diablo Cody – Candy Girl
♪ : Mates of State – Beautiful Dreamer

Further wordology from The Book Thief

- The notes were born on her breath, and they died at her lips. (p.374)

- Her voice was like suicide, landing with a clunk at [her] feet. (p.390)

- They [...] shivered like the future. (p.413)

- [...] so I made the usual decision to make my exit, into the breakfast-colored sun. (p.503)

Candy Floss
by Alex Day

We ran through the rain together
You said I looked nice
I said you looked pretty

You held my hand;
You pulled my close
And whispered:
‘Set me home.’

We turned around as fast as we could
And jumped on the very next train
I said: “I love you more than life.”
You said: “I feel the same.”

And we talked about nothing forever
You spoke to the walls
They told you a story

The world spun underneath our feet
As we shut out exhausted eyes
We wrote our names in a heart in the sand
And saw the sea wash it away

I said: “I want you in my life.”
She said: “Okay.”

‘Cause she was gonna go
But I said: “No, I don’t think so.”
And she looked at me
She smiled at me

And now I’ll tell you what she said:
“D’jou like candy floss?”
I said:
“Yeh. S’alright.”

She said: “Take my to a funfare, and we’ll eat candyfloss tonight.”

And we spun on the teacups
Round&Round and around until we were dizzy
You asked me to win you a bear
And said it was fine when I failed

You and me
Running through the trees
‘Til our faces were blue

I’ll always be that little boy
Sharing candy floss with you.
… And I miss you.

(Go check out the song here: http://youtube.com/watch?v=GXfT0AmHR7E&fmt=18)

Basil plant

annual plant
can plant outside when ground is above 50 degrees
pick leaves when young (oops)
to encourage growth: prune main stem. leave at least one node w/ 2 shoots
inhale basil tea to relieve cold symptoms
crush leaves to rub on cuts, insect bites, stings
adds luster to hair: add to rosemary rinse for brunettes, or chamomile rinse if you’re a blond
blends well with bergamot, geranium, hyssop, neoili, marjoram, melissa, or lavendar for perfumes/toilet water
goes well in soups, salads, eggs, fish, meat dishes

On today’s menu:

1 x bowl Dorset cereals
2 x Mr. Freeze
1 x ice cream sandwich
Spinach Quiche from Presse Café
1 x Presse salad
1 x bowl salmon head soup
2 x bowl sliced watermelon
24 x cherry
2 x fingerdip crab meat
9 x Pringles Bacon Ranch

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Commonplace book : July 27, 2008

Wordology from the book thief

- Everything was so desperately noisy in the dark [...] He felt like a man in a paper suit. (p.140)

- When he spoke, it was the taste of a whisper. (p.141)

- [...] and the snow was shivering outside. (p.143)

- Liesel apologized. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be asking such things…” She let the sentence die its own death. (p.145)

- The sky was murky and deep like quicksand. [...] High above the earth, we sank together. (p.145)

- When Liesel left that day, [...] two giant words were struggled with. [...] They fell off sideways as the girl veered with them and could no longer sustain their weight. Together, they sat on the floor, large and loud and clumsy. [...] A blank-page face. (p.146)

- Sweat was swimming out of his hands. Finger marks clutched to the book. (p.157)

- Behind Max Vandeburg, the city of Stuttgart opened its arms in mockery. He was not welcome there (p.157)

- The darkness stroked him. (p.185)

- The reply floated from his mouth, then modeled itself like a stain to the ceiling. Such was his feeling of shame. (p.200)

- Between the hand-holding shadows [...] (p.203)

- The shock made a hole in her, very neat, very precise. (p.203)

- He unleashed the quiestest words so far [...] (p.204)

- He managed to scratch his head (the rustle of kindling) (p.206)

- His voice also held on, as if possessing fingernails. He pressed it into her flesh. (p.206)

- The fire was nothing now but a funeral of smoke, dead and dying, simultaneously. (p.220)

- Or like a time-tabled train, arriving at a nightly platform, pulling the memories behind it on a rope. A lot of dragging. A lot of awkward bounces. (p.220)

- The secret sat in her mouth. It made itself comfortable. It crossed its legs. (p.246)

- It was a Monday, and they walked on a tightrope to the sun. (p.249)

- She merely retreated backward into the ugly air of her beautiful house. (p.253)

I've had a ravenous hunger of literature recently. Someone, please... Help me quench this thirst?

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Update

July 26, 2008 marks the morning I wake up from my Watermelon fish. My own. I wish I hadn’t put you into that hole. What else was I to do with all those spectators watching? I thought I would get you back.

I’ve been reading books like a lawn mower runs through grass lately. I’m about to finish my last (new) book, and I’m tempted to go to Indigo and buy some more. 5AwesomeGirls’ Monday has inspired me to reread HP7. I must be desperate for some new material.

Also: I’ve been cooking more. In the past two days I’ve made

Peach &Chai Tea ‘milkshake’
Mango Lasi (or as my sister affectionately calls it ‘Mango Lilzie’)
Easiest cookie recipe ever
Pesto (Thanks Octopus)
Banana bread
A new crepe recipe
New crepe recipe + old crepe recipe

What else?

For the past three days, I’ve woken up and been able to remember my dream. This morning I woke up just as I went to sleep. In my dream world, that is. It was strange waking up, ’cause I was all: “WHAT?! I JUST… CREPT INTO BED! I CAN’T BE AWAKE ALREADY. WHY IS IT SUNNY OUT?!” In the dream, my father had gotten mad at me for staying up so late (lol@the time of this post) even though it was 8:30pm. I shouted back that it was unfair because … I mean… HALF EIGHT. SOOOO not late. Anyway. This dream was highly unrealistic because I don’t usually yell, and certainly not at my father.

Also: I wrote a nice letter to my father two days ago, saying I loved him because he is so selfless and kind and he likes to read CosmoGirl when I don’t.

Also: I yelled at Sammy today. It was nothing compared to how boiling I was inside. I wish I knew how to get home from downtown, because I would have just been able to say: “Kthnxbai,” to them instead of waiting for them and feeding more ammunition to my fury. I think today was a complete flop, but thank god Shannon was ‘there’. I felt better just texting her. LoveLove. ♥

I made Pesto out of Octopus.
Lolololol. I love my pet herb. I wonder how many times I can bring it up in every day conversation?

I can’t wait for the new VLR episode to come out.

I also enjoyed bumping into Jerome & Matthew at Sports Experts.
“So Matthew eh?” ;D

I should REALLY get back to Ms. Lopes ’cause I’m pretty sure it’s been more than a month. I’m so terrible at keeping in touch.

I NEED NEW SHOES.

‘Kay. (: That’s enough for now. I’ll go back to transcribing Commonplace book entries ’cause there’s a long one coming up. G’DAY MATE!

Also. I like signing things ‘xyz’ instead of ‘xoxo’ or ‘xxx’. It’s probably just a passing phase, but until it’s death:

xyz,
- Leelee.

PS : Some words read like colors in this post to me for some reason.

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Resolutions: for every day

read more
try to eat less snacks between meals + have proper meals more regularly
drink more: min. 3 cups a day
have more fruit!
go to sleep earlier (aka: not past 12. 1AM latest.) (Aha; just look at the time right now.)
save money. [have 100$ in jar at all times. JUST THINK OF PORTUGAL!♥]
continue + finish :

Anonymous letters
Carmen’s letter
Sebald code

don’t have comp on all the time, or have it be the first thing in the morning&last thing at night
brush hair every day
stop downloading so goddamn much
tick off more summerlist things

- Differentiate: speak/talk
- Differentiate : lying/laying

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Commonplace book – July 23, 2008

Thank You For Smoking Quotes

Adam Brody : Hey! Ney Neil! I’m gonna impale your mom on a spike and feed her dead body to my dog with syphilis! [Laughs] It’s an inside joke.

Nick: Let’s say that you’re defending chocolate and I’m defending vanilla. Now, if I were to say to you, “Vanilla’s the best flavor ice cream”, you’d say…?
Joey: “No, chocolate is.”
Nick: Exactly. But you can’t win that argument. So I’ll ask you: “So you think chocolate is the end-all and be-all of ice cream, do you?
Joey: It’s the best ice cream; I wouldn’t order any other.
Nick: Oh. So it’s all chocolate for you, is it?
Joey: Yes, chocolate is all I need.
Nick: Well, I need more than chocolate. And for that matter, I need more than vanilla. I believe that we need freedom and choice when it comes to our ice cream, and that, Joey Naylor, that is the definition of liberty.
Joey: But that’s not what we’re talking about.
Nick: Ah, but that’s what I’m talking about.
Joey: But… you didn’t prove that vanilla’s the best.
Nick: I didn’t have to. I proved that you’re wrong, and if you’re wrong, I’m right.
Joey: But you still didn’t convince me.
Nick: Because I’m not after you. I’m after them. [points to the general public]

Jonathan Antin-worthy diss:
“If you were air, I wouldn’t breathe you!”

www.thedailymeme.com

“[...] he told me that I should always try to give a woman what she wants, but that I should remember that I don’t have to do it exactly the way she wants.”

- the pursuit of happiness, p.84

“I think [never having won a trophy in your life] might be the sign of a healthy individual.”

- the pursuit of happiness, p.63

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Commonplace book – July 21, 2008

Baudelaire Case

Isadora and Duncan Quagmire

Isadora Duncan was an American dancer whose life was filled with misery (she led a troubled love life: her ex-husband became a psych ward patient and later attempted to commit suicide. Her two kids drowned with their nanny in a freak car accident and her third child passed away nameless an hour after birth. She was often in debt. She was dragged to death when her long scarf was caught in the wheel of a moving car.
Quagmire : noun. A difficult, precarious, or entrapping position. PREDICAMENT.

Quigley Quagmire

His name is derived from author Lillian F. Quigley who wrote a version of ‘Three Blind Men and the Elephant’. John Godfrey Saxe is an American poet best-known for his rendition of the same religious tale. Bertrand Baudelaire and Dewey Denouement were said to like reciting an American humorist poem of the 19th century by Saxe.

Duncan’s favorite book is ‘The Portable Dorothy Parker’,
Isadora’s favorite book is ‘Les Fleurs du Mal’ by Charles Baudelaire.

Sunny’s baby talk

Blake! - ‘And the poem is written in Isadora’s distinct literary style!’
William Blake was an English poet.

Brummel - “In my opinion, you desperately need a bath, and your clothing is in shambles.”
Beau Brummel is credited with introducing and establishing as fashion the modern man’s suit, worn with a tie. His style of dress was known as dandyism. (Which Charles Baudelaire wrote about.)

Busheney - “You’re an evil man with no concern whatsoever for other people.”
Busheney = Bush + Cheney

Babganous! – “I concocted an escape plan with the eggplant that turned out to be even handier than I thought.”
Baba Ghanoush is a Middle Eastern dish with eggplant as the main ingredient.

Biscupid? – “Should I drag my teeth against the ice, too?”
Biscupid. noun. A tooth with two cusps ; a premolar tooth. (Considered a transitional tooth.)

Bildungsroman - “Since that moment, our story has been a long, dreadful education in the wicked ways of the world and the mysterious secrets hidden in all of its corners.”
Class of novel derived from Herman literature that deals with the formative years of the main character, whose psychological development is depicted. It typically ends on a positive note, with the hero’s foolish mistakes and painful disappointments behind him and a life of usefulness ahead.

Coik! - “Thinking about all this is making me dizzy!”
C.O.I.K: Acronym. Clear Only If Known.

Casca – “That’s not very reassuring.”
Casca Rufio Longinuis is a character from ‘Casca: The Eternal Mercenary’ by Barry Sadler. Casca is the soldier who drove a spear into Jesus Christ on the cross and whose blood was poisoned as a result.

Cigam – “Look at this note!”
Cigam = ‘magic’, backwards.

Ackroid! – “Roger!”
Roger Ackroyd was a character in ‘The Murder of Roger Ackroyd’ by Agatha Christie, in which the narrator turns out to be the murderer. His contention was that he always wrote the truth, just not the whole truth. There was also a lot of facts and evidence in the novel that didn’t have anything to do with the murder. From then on, readers were encouraged to ’suspect everyone‘.

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ABCs of music meme

a | Alexisonfire

b | Basia Bulat

c | Los Campesinos!

d | DaftPunk

e | Explosions in the Sky

f | Fox, Peter

g | The Grates

h | Hot Chip

i | Imogen Heap

j | Jaaaaaa

k | Kings of Leon

l | Lauryn Hill

m | Mars Volta

n | Naive New Beaters

o | Our Lady Peace

p | Paperplain

q | Queens of the Stone Age

r | Rooney

s | Spoon

t | Those Dancing Days

u | paolo nUtini

v | Vaguely Live Radio diddles

w | White Stripes

x | peter foX

y | Yeah Yeah Yeahs

z | laura iZibor

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New York, New York. ♥

Start spreading the news, I’m leaving today
I want to be a part of it – New York, New York
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it – New York, New York

I miss New York.

I miss the feeling of being free – of being let loose in a stranger city with my friends and not knowing where anything is but willing to figure it all out.

I miss the bus rides, getting carsick from staring at too many DS screens, sleeping on shoulders. I miss sneaking into other rooms before curfew, taking turns for the shower, going through my suitcase and wondering what I would wear the next day. I miss taking care of everyone; raising my hand in the middle of the sidewalk whenever Becca, Winsane &I got separated from the crowds and needed to find one another; making breakfast for the boys, carrying it up the elevator and getting stares, knocking on their door until they woke up with twenty minutes to get ready to leave.

I miss walking through the pouring rain, looking for the perfect shoes because Becca forgot hers at home. I miss feeling the water soaking into my flats, and then not feeling the sloshing water anymore because I had gotten used to it.

I miss taking a picture of every passing Starbucks, then having Ariane and Mme. Fournier help point them out as we passed: “Leelee! Y’a un Starbucks là! Vite avant que tu le manques!”

I remember planning the big BUS B SURPRISE!, and just saying the first ideas that ran through my head. It was the end of the day so while most of the bus was asleep, the other handful of people was so tired and acting silly that they laughed along and started coming up with ridiculous ideas too. There was brainstorming of having food fights, of ignoring Bus A, of only answering to certain names… I think there was also talk of cannibalism? I honestly can’t remember that much; it would have been top if someone had recorded that conversation.
In the end we bought I♥NY shirts and sang ‘New York, New York’ in the park in front of Bus A. We learnt the lines and practiced the performance in the street on our way to the park, and my heart did somersaults as we approached the other group. M. Rose ended up filming us so he couldn’t sing along, but at least we have footage of our ‘winning’ achievement. I loved it when M. Gendron sang the second part of the song solo, everyone cheering him on with smiles and laughter. At that moment, I swear Bus B was on top of the world. (:

The bus rides were inarguably the best part of the trip, hands down. I remember watching L’Auberge Espagnole and not understanding a single word but still falling in love with it by the end. (: I remember raising my hands when we went through the tunnel and looking back to see a sea of arms greeting me. Only a handful of people ever saw the dividing line, but it was fun trying to look for it every time.

I remember the last day of the trip, on our way back home… everyone had gotten a chocolate Kiss from Mr.Chassé already, and Ariane and the teachers were deciding what to do with the four, five that was left. Mme. Fournier got up and – I can remember this so well, this moment defined so clearly in my memory – she handed me a chocolate Kiss and said “Particulièrement.” with the sincerest of smiles. They probably don’t realize how much that simple gesture meant, but if I were to be completely honest… I wouldn’t trade that memory for the world. I just felt so… appreciated and I know it must sound silly – who cries over a piece of chocolate? – but it was nice to be ‘recognized’ as someone worth something, anything. I don’t think I could ever fully express what I was feeling and thinking at that moment, or properly give my thanks, mais il reste que j’ai encore le petit chocolat et que je l’ai mis sur mon bureau dès que j’ai rentré chez moi. (:

J’adore Nouille York. ♥
Je me souviens! Hahaha. (:

PS : I am so wearing my I♥NY shirt to sleep tonight. <3 I miss you all.
Happy dreaming tonight. (:

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Canned Pineapples.

Image Meme:
1) Take your answer to each question and type it into an image search engine of your choice.
2) Post one of the images from the first page of results.

1. The age you will be on your next birthday: