I found this one. After reading some of these things, two thoughts came to my mind.
1. It's nothing short of amazing that we hide so many of our experiences and feelings from the people we're closest to, but we can share our secrets with strangers without feeling ashamed. Actually, I think this is why I started blogging.
And 2. These are some of the coolest pieces of art I've seen in a while. Maybe I should start a project where people send me stuff, then I won't have to buy any art when I move into my apartment.
I think I'll make one of these myself, too.
Being the nerd that I am, I subscribe to a mailing list used mostly by research psychologists in the areas of neuroscience, learning, and evolutionary psychology. Sometimes subscribers send each other research questions. Other times they pass along articles and opinions about related current events. Right now, the hot topic is the fight against evolution in Kansas schools. Boy, are they pissed about that.
The articles that are being forwarded come from a strictly scientific perspective. The basis synopses are as follows: we should only teach science in science class, and creationism and/or intelligent design is a religious belief without scientific support.
Although scientifically solid, I see a problem in this approach. Opposition to evolution is a product of religious fundamentalism, or more specifically (at least in the United States), biblical literalism. And the articles don't really address the problems with bibilical literalism themselves, and tend to give validity to the argument that evolution is incompatible with the Bible.
I'm in the process of writing an article right now that explains my view a little. Hopefully I'll post it here soon, and it won't take as long as the Dogma essay (which is still coming!) Be on the look out, spiritual nerds!
Anyone who gets the reference can be my best friend.
...so very bad. Details later tonight.
Happy birthday Nicodemus and Weezie (one year... you old men, you!) Spoon away.
A web survey stolen from Chris:
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Drini Bini
2. Drinis
3. Ijana
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
1. Chanda23
2. BlueGothicStar
3. Starrrrr
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. My hair's resillience despite constant coloring
2. My naturally straight teeth
3. My eyes
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. Oy
2. Oy
3. Oy
THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. Croatian
2. Croatian
3. Croatian
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. The economic, military and social policies of the current administration
2. Centipedes
3. Five years of graduate school
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. Reading Gutless Pacifist
2. Listening to loud music on the way to work
3. Blogging
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. Nerdy glasses
2. Black hooded sweatshirt
3. Black lounge pants
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS:
1. Green Day
2. Bright Eyes
3. MxPx
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
1. Someone who welcomes others
2. An understanding that some things in life are very important, but most things are not
3. Someone who values mercy
TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE:
1. I can sometimes be shy
2. I have horrible public speaking anxiety
3. I voted for Bush
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
1. Black spiky hair
2. Good hygiene
3. Tattoos
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. Drawing and painting
2. Reading nonfiction
3. Watching Wes Anderson movies
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. Move into an apartment
2. See Green Day in concert again
3. Buy an Ipod mini
THREE CAREERS YOU'VE CONSIDERED:
1. Fine artist
2. Marine Biologist
3. Web designer
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. Sydney
2. Paris
3. Jerusalem
THREE KID'S NAMES YOU LIKE:
1. Brooklyn
2. Elijah
3. Phoebe
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. Have a solo show at an art gallery
2. See U2 in concert
3. Get my PhD in psychology
THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A CHICK:
1. I'm an eyeshadow junkie
2. And a people pleaser
3. I love orchids
THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GUY:
1. I hate talking about feelings
2. Love baseball
3. Not into public displays of affection
THREE CELEB CRUSHES:
1. Mike Herrera
2. Billie Joe Armstrong
3. Gerard Way
Fear not, Sonafide loyalists... I didn't actually go anywhere. My 4 year-old domain name expired last week because my slacker self failed to renew it. It's back up and running now, and I'll be moving to a new registrar soon (one that doesn't charge me an arm and a leg). That way, I'll renew for 10 years, and this little gaffe will never happen again.
So, did ya miss me?
Over the weekend my niece Maria was baptised. Here are some pics from the after party:
Who dares disturb my slumber?
Maria loves Aunt Drina and Aunt Klara
And super duper great Aunt Mickia
Bonus Weezie blogging!
Hey, pervert, leave me alone so I can lick myself
A friend of mine tells me he's waiting in line for the midnight viewing of Episode III because he can't wait any longer than necessary to see it. I don't really understand the fervor. I've never actually seen any of the Stars Wars movies... at least not from start to finish, so I feel like I'm missing out. I guess a pre-Episode III marathon is in order.
As was suggested to me in the comments section of the last post, I decided to get some new tunes for the drive home from work (yes, KT, more Green Day!) by picking up a couple CDs. It was a little gift to myself after a particularly hard day at work. The new goods include Weezer, the Dresden Dolls, Dashboard Confessional, and of course Green Day (going old school with Kerplunk...)
Weezie seemed to enjoy my selections.
So here I am sitting at the computer during my lunch break at the Pleveland Plinic wondering how the hell I allowed my life to become one big routine. I was always afraid this was going to happen, and deep down I knew it would eventually be this way. But for so long I've held on to this fantasy version of my future that never had me following the same schedule every day.
Now, my life looks like this:
7:45 a.m. Wake up to sound of cell phone playing cheap ringtone
8:00 a.m. Actually roll out of bed and shower
8:30 a.m. Breakfast with Arts & Entertainment section of the Plain Dealer
9:00 a.m. Get pissed because I can't find my keys
9:05 a.m. Find my keys
9:20 a.m. Arrive at Pleveland Plinic parking lot and wait for shuttle
9:40 a.m. Get to the research building and change into scrubs
9:53 a.m. Clock in and start dreading the next 8 1/2 hours
10:00 a.m. Begin evil, repetitive shift
6:15 p.m. End evil repetitive shift. Change back into normal clothes.
6:23 p.m. Clock out and wait for shuttle
6:40 p.m. Reach parking lot, go home while listening to My Chemical Romance at dangerous volume
6:45 p.m. Almost hit a guy at that weird intersection on Martin Luther King Jr. Drive
7:00 p.m. Eat chicken and pasta
7:30 p.m. Feed Weezie and Nicodemus, change cage if particularly nasty
8:00 p.m. Call Sarah, tell her I'm bored
8:15 p.m. Call Stephanie, tell her I'm bored
8:30 p.m. Log on to AOHell, check e-mail, send instsant messages to friends telling them I'm bored
8:45 p.m. Update the blog if I feel like it
9:15 p.m. Run to Target for things I don't need just to get out of the house
10:15 p.m. Make lunch for next day.
10:30 p.m. Turn on TV, flip chanels looking for something interesting
10:45 p.m. Turn off TV, bored
11:00 p.m. Let rats out of cage, yell at them for eating sweatshirt
11:15 p.m. Log back on to AOHell, read Daily Kos
11:35 p.m. Log off, change into jammies
11:45 p.m. Set cell phone to ring at 7:45 a.m.
12:15 p.m. Fall asleep to sound of wrestling rats.
Do it again the next day.
Yuck.
I got a call the other day from an old friend letting me know he's getting hitched this summer, and that I need to leave the date open. He's been engaged for a while now, so this wasn't a big surprise, but I didn't know the day would be here so soon. This means I've got less than two months to find a suitable date to go with me, or look like the biggest loser on the planet Earth by going alone.
I spent this last weekend making a list of every guy I know, and realized only after writing it that all the men in my life are either related to me, married, or gay. When did this happen? I remember a time when there were nice, single guys hanging around here and there... where did they all go?
Did they all get married? Move away? Or did they all start dating each other? What?
If anyone has any clues, please let me know. I've got six weeks.
It has finally started. I knew that it was only a matter of time before Christians would begin being purged from churches for failing to support a certain party or politician. A church pastor in North Carolina has recently kicked out all of the members of his congregation that voted for John Kerry or supported the Democratic party.
Right now I'm trying to understand what could prompt someone to believe that there is any political party that embodies the teachings of Jesus Christ. Such a party does not exist; it never has, and likely never will. Because should a party's platform ever include doing good to those who hate you, no one will vote for it.
Including this pastor.
Here's a recap and some pictures from ktpup's blog, who went to the concert on Saturday in Grand Rapids.
As I mentioned in the last post (sheez, was that really two days ago? What a slacker...) last Friday's concert was phenomenal. My sister and I arrived at the Wolstein Center in Cleveland just in time to find ourselves near the front of the line an hour before the doors opened. The two of us spent our time making fun of the scantily clad girls and admiring the rainbow of hair colors and mohawks.
After the doors opened, we waited for another half hour to get down to the floor, where we grabbed our spot about 20 feet from the stage. By the time the lights dimmed for the opening act, the crowd had pushed us up another 5, and when Green Day took the stage we got close enough to see inside Billie Joe's nostrils. I'm still not sure how I feel about that.
The first pit started when Gerard Way of My Chemical Romance ordered us to mosh. I didn't actually engage in the moshing myself, but I did catch a few elbows here and there. One girl back-handed me in the face while crowd surfing, but it wasn't intentional.
My Chemical Romance got the whole arena screaming like crazy (including my sister, who I can now thank for the partial deafness in my right ear... never again will I have her standing behind me at a concert). The best part of their set was when Gerard spoke to the females in attendance and said, "You know, tonight some guys are going to tell you to lift up your shirts and show them your t*ts for a backstage pass... and do you know what you're going to do? You're going to spit back in their faces because sisters, you're better than that!"
That was so unexpected, and so impressive. It's rare to hear such a sentiment expressed by the average joe, let alone a rock musician on stage. I think my inner feminist shed a tear that moment. Gerard also told everyone in attendance to give their mom, dad, brother, sister, or whoever else took them to the concert, a big hug. Seriously, that was the first time in recent memory that I actually got mauled by my sister.
After a short intermission featuring a drunk Easter bunny doing the YMCA, Green Day jumped on stage. They started out by playing the first few tracks off of American Idiot, then included some of their older songs. Everyone went crazy for Holiday and Brain Stew.
At one point during the show, Billie Joe pulled three fans from the audience onto the stage, and had them play a song using Green Day's own drums, bass, and guitar. After staffing the drums and bass, Billie Joe pulled up a girl for guitar that was obviously a newbie and couldn't play the song. She got booted (gently, of course) and an old friend of my sister's (if you can call him that...) got chosen to take her place. Being in a band of his own, he had lots of practice playing in front of crowds, so he did a pretty good job. Good enough that Billie Joe told him to keep the guitar.
I am now kicking myself for not having swiped my brother's guitar ten years ago and learned a few things...
The show ended with a spirited rendition of We Are the Champions and a confetti shower (pieces of which I'm still finding in various pockets). It was the best darn show I've ever seen, and worth every nickel, dime, and bruise. Klara, I hope you enjoyed your birthday present as much as I did.
Comments open, for now.
Last night's show at the Wolstein Center was phenomenal. I'll be blogging more about it later. Comments will be open on that post.
Since I have yet to have this site fully converted to WordPress, my comment pages are still vulnerable, and thus are getting crazy spam everyday. And it's not even good... why would I want Viagra anyway? This obviously sucks (although, Kid Charlemagne, I certainly welcome spam from you). So until the brand new WordPress-powered site comes up, I'm going to have to disable unregistered commenting for now.
Till we meet on the other side!
So here are a few new pictures of my niece, Maria, already at a whopping one month old. Enjoy.
I have my daddy wrapped around my little finger
You're getting me a PlayStation??
Ooh, chest hair... me grabbie
This is so not what I signed up for
A pony or a castle? Dilemmas, dilemmas.
Isn't she cute?
So it's the 1st of May and there's no gorgeous new layout up on Sonafide.com. I know, I know... this isn't what you signed up for. And now the three of you that pay attention are mad at me. Sorry.
Of course some of you may just be excited to see anything new. I know my old roomie will be... she's been harrassing me for weeks now.
"Drina, like WHEN are you going to update your website? Huh?"
Chill, woman. I'm getting there.
Right now I'm trying to convert everything I have from Movable Type publishing system to WordPress, because the spam is killing me. In ten days of hiatus, I got over 800 comments, and only 12 were legitimate (though some of them were mean, so I deleted those, too). Privelages of webmasterness.
I'll probably have everything finished this week. In the meantime I'll give some teasers about what I plan on blogging when this site gets up and running again:
- What I did on my birthday, April 14th (Hint... nothing)
- My Old Roomie is moving to Georgia.
- What? No!
- New niece pictures
- I might be moving to Georgia
- What? No!
- New rat pictures
- Getting freaked out that my family visits my blog
- Getting freaked out that all y'all are addicted to me
- Getting freaked out that I just said, "all y'all"
- The state of my inner artist
- The long-awaited Dogma essay
- But, wait, there's more!
- Not really
See you soon!
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