MP3s of the Week

Black Transmission

July, July!

The District Sleeps Alone Tonight

Cold, Cold Water

Right Said Fred

Three Car Tumble

So, we were (ironically) driving down 30th towards Hilyard to rent Vin Diesel's "The Fast and The Furious," when we stopped at the left yielding lane for the light.

Then we were thrown forward as a giant object hit us from behind. Anna and Rose screamed, although I don't remember any sounds. Three seconds later we were thrown again, a jolt rather like the Zipper ride at the county fair, except more serious. Anna started crying, and I took control, getting out our insurance papers. It's funny that that DMV class ever came in handy.

All of us are uninjured, and the car is fine, except we all have whiplash. I've never consciously been in a car accident before.

Listening to: chopping sweet potatoes

Deilig er Jordan

I used to think that stretching it a painful activity, but then I bought a yoga video. The yoga master-man had a really soothing voice, and he would softly talk about enjoying the feeling of the stretch over the soft flute and generated breeze music. After that it wasn't painful anymore.

What I like about stretching is that makes me notice the present. And I like the idea of being completely influential to myself, like when I can bend more and more each day because I decide to.

I like when I've been upside down for a little while, and then dizzily stand up straight, and a lovely rosiness colours my cheeks.

It's easy to forget to pay attention to how you feel from time to time, and that's why it tickles me when I do notice.

Manhattan Skyline - Kings of Convenience

A Soliloquy for a Lazy Summer Day

My cousin once told me that in the summer, in Virginia, the air is so humid all your clothes stick to you and it's difficult to breathe. I imagined myself living down there, watering my shady little garden on a hot day, when the plants felt kind of wilty, and while everyone was obliged to wear summer dresses.

In the midafternoon when the sun became too lazy over the people, I would get some homemade lemon pops out of the ice chest in the cellar, and all the neighborhood children and I would sit on my wraparound front porch savoring them. I'd use the stream of a garden hose to melt away the stickyness of the lemon pops from my fingers.

Listening to: Winter Wooksie - Belle and Sebastian

"Air Bud's in the Club Gettin' Tense"

Wow, ever since school got out on Wednesday I've been dancing nonstop with Megan. It's been rockin'. Things don't really feel like summer, despite the fact that I can stay up all night drawing and listening to a new import CD, and there are no repurcussions in the morning. Except being sleepy all day. Which is, I see, becoming a new norm.

I wrote my penpal today, and I saw Mean Girls. It was the frickin'est awesomest movie EVER. I actually screamed out loud once, which was pretty sad. I have to say, though, Lindsay Lohan's boob job was really obvious. I mean, the second half of the movie they were just POPPING OUT. I feel bad for her, I really do.

More later. I'm going to go watch some more 6 Feet Under.

~Maia

Listening to: that "Air Bud" song in my head

Hmm?

projects done
feel weak
and sore from this chair
i can't typea att lall now

Anything

OK, anyone and everyone who reads this can ask me three questions, anything you want, and I promise to answer all of them truthfully. You see, then I can

A) prove that my comment boxes work and
B provide you with brief entertainment and
C) be happy that people read my blog

Early, Well Meant Death

"Whilst out shooting, to meet a fresh, pretty country girl who darts away into a wood. Every one knows the love founded on pleasures of this kind; however unromantic and wretched one's character, it is there that one starts a the age of sixteen."

I do send you happiness!