Stephanie Tubbs Jones, 1949 - 2008

It may not mean much to some, but being the first black woman to serve on the Ways and Means Committee's kind-of-a-big-deal in our book. Also, mmmm, potato water.

hockey night in canada

it's not exactly news to disclose that i often fantasize about exit strategies.

well, a convergence like this one happens, oh i dunno, never in a lifetime. it turns out cbc sold the song for reasons that i don't understand (nor care to - you can listen to the original song here). i knew my parents forced me to play piano all those years for some reason. finally, a purpose in life! considering the strength of the canadian dollar i better find a canadian resident on whose behalf to submit my entry.

btw, did you see this interview? i dare you to not tear up at least a little.

Abstinence Pants -- Like Coke Pants, But Without the Nosebleeds

These pants are totally ZOMG. When one of the pioneers of our post-war, American consumerist fantasy pays Nicaraguan children pennies and rice to make abstinence-promoting, ill-fitting leisure-wear, which in turn is marketed to our thrifty, lazy, totally insincere, criminally stupid teenagers, well, you know, we're just one day closer to completing Hu Jintao's apocalypse...

E, were these the pants Jeffrey Wright was wearing at the flea market?

ps -- Why does the Blogger program keep asking me if I want to blog in "my native Indic script"? E., does it ask you if you want to blog in Korean? And if it did, would you sing Blogging in Korean a la Stephen Colbert?

when doves cry

i really wanted to embed this video but for whatever reason i'm unable to get it to work. does anyone know how stephen colbert is able to write his show without, uh, writers? anyway, the look of sheer delirium on his face when he starts dancing cracks me up pretty much every time. dare i say he's not a bad dancer? and you can see the wheels in the smithsonian guy's head turning: do i dance along? is this guy nuts? am i going to be fired?

great minds think alike

everyone hates freegans!

my heart is an apple?

metaphors are tough. my freshman year my prof asked our entire writing class to write a short essay on a song featuring a metaphor. i chose "heart of gold" by neil young because, well, as an earnest freshman, the line "i've been a miner for a heart of gold" seemed pretty fucking awesome. i knew my paper sucked ass, but i had no idea how painful it would be for my prof to read them, as she decided to scrap the assignment altogether.

i've been linking more and more to the daily show/colbert report of late, but this one is a doozy. since c4ts and i agreed in a previous phone conversation that this segment was genius (although my sister deemed this to be too east coast intellectual), i hope he won't ban me from posting from these sources as well. [ed note: that emily person on gawker...genius]

i have admired robert pinsky ever since he guest-starred on the simpsons, but hearing a former poet laureate name-check a pat benatar song was something else altogether. and we all know that sean penn is the coolest guy in the universe.

there ain't no doubt i love this land

i, too, have a food product to tout. i've been dying to try this and i was finally able to procure a pint. it sounds like a flavor they've already made (vanilla ice cream, waffle cone pieces covered in fudge, caramel swirls). no matter. it is delicious.