Bonjour, Au Revoir Simone.

I am in love with Au Revoir Simone's new album: Still Night, Still Light It came out this past Tuesday and I have become obsessed in the last 24 hours--synth-pop meets love lullabies is a way to describe; but truly, it must be listened to and felt. Please enjoy the lyrics that follow, pure poetry...


Au Revoir Simone: "We Are Here"

The way things should be
became all that I could see.
But I could have never imagined that kiss;
love is this.

And now what we know
shows us what we've always known.
I want to know you and hold you... always.
Won't you stay?

The longer I was left alone helped me to find my sense of home.
And missing your familiar ways, at night, I memorized your face.
We spent a lot of time waiting for the chance to say:
"We are here, we are here."

I found it unexpectedly
the luck that you should notice me.
But wanting makes it hard to find
differences between wrong and right.
We spent a long time waiting for the chance to say:
"We are here. We are here.
We are here.
We are here.
We are here.

We are here."

Feeling Reality

Feel Like:

Really Am:

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# 125 : BOB MARLEY

During the course of a white person’s education they will go through many phases including but not limited to: “awkward,” “classic rock,” and “being really into a foreign country.” Of these phases, there is only one that all white people are required to go through before they can obtain their bachelor’s degree. It is known as “Bob Marley.”

Depending on the coolness of the white person, they can experience this stage anywhere between the sixth grade and their last year of college. Regardless of when they went through this phase, every white person can tell you about the time when they had Legend on repeat. If you wish to test this theory, go to any floor in a College Dorm and there is a 100% chance you will find at least one Bob Marley poster.

It is also worth noting that white people tend get into smoking marijuana during this phase. This is why all white people view the combination of the two as one of the most pleasurable experiences on earth. But when white people really want to take it to the next level they will combine Bob Marley, Marijuana, a long weekend and some sort of notable outdoor location (beach, cottage, or patio). There are few activities on earth that are more appealing to white people.

The only acceptable reasons for declining participation are a prior engagement at a music festival or a commitment to go camping.

It’s also worth noting that when talking to white people about Bob Marley there is no need to use his surname. This is because all white people refer to him simply as “Bob.”

Since so many people are into Bob Marley, it is only natural for advanced white people to profess to only marginally liking Bob Marley (note: it is impossible for a white person to outright dislike him). Instead, these white people will claim to preferring more obscure artists like Burning Spear or Peter Tosh.

But be warned that a white person saying they like “reggae” what they really mean is “reggae from 1965-1983.”

Under no circumstances should you ever bring a white person to a dancehall reggae concert, it will frighten them.

Note: if you are talking to a white person who is really into Bob Marley, has dreadlocks, and professes to be a Rastafarian, you should end the conversation immediately. These people are of no value unless you need directions to a WTO protest or have questions about how bad a human can smell.

Hoops for Days

Yesterday I jumped though that which seems to be the final series of hoops

necessary in order to be in school come August...

I am so relieved.

But should also work on not questioning my own intelligence; sometimes I feel like a sham-of-a-brain and that at any moment, everyone is going to simultaneously "see the light" of my ignorance... not yesterday though; yesterday I was a genius.

"Heads up; you too Bessie!!"

I was in Spanish class with my student earlier this week and her neighbor, who is on the school's baseball team, told me a story which I call, "Further Proof of My Living in a Podunk Town."

At the game, he hit a home run. But it was a foul ball home run...

and the ball actually hit a cow!

I couldn't help but crack up... then wonder if the cow was okay.

You're Fired... Also.

Today, more teachers and faculty received their pink slips at the high school where I work;

I am so glad I'm going back to school.

"...like Burt Reynolds!"

I want to drink my weekend coffee out of the one on the far right.

ceramic mustache mugs: when you can't grow your own

and

you think moustache finger tattoos (like the one below)

are l.a.m.e.

Someone should have told her that tattoos are forever

The moustache/beard combo above, however, is extremely acceptable

... and rad.