tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16386307594947491772024-03-13T14:37:58.514-04:00The Land of Milk & BeerLet my people drinkJenilanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873800007604659731noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638630759494749177.post-28473726775906114022016-05-31T16:41:00.003-04:002016-05-31T16:41:48.320-04:00Beauty Review - Cutex Advanced Revival Nail Polish Remover PadsSo, I've decided to hop back on the blogger train. What's the best way to do that? Beauty reviews!<br />
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Confession time: I am a beauty product junkie. So, when <a href="https://www.influenster.com/" target="_blank">Influenster </a>sent me a free sample of <a href="https://www.facebook.com/cutexnails/?utm_source=influenster" target="_blank">Cutex </a>Advanced Revival Nail Polish Remover Pads, I was like, "Sweet! I have nails that I polish!"<br />
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Honestly, though, I'm super terrible at leaving polish on for way longer than I should, simply because I'm too lazy to take it off. So, I was excited to test out a simpler solution than finding my cotton pads and going through a ton of them trying to get my old cheap polish remover to actually remove the polish.<br />
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Here's what we're working with...sorry for my foot. I'm in desperate need of a pedicure.<br />
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Here's the goods:<br />
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The package comes with 3 pads. One was plenty for removing my toe nail polish and it seemed like it had the juice to keep going if I'd had any on my fingers.<br />
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That's one swipe!<br />
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And the finished product, moments later:<br />
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Honestly, the Cutex pads worked even better than I thought they would. Plus, my nails actually look healthier post removal! I'm a fan of any product that makes my lazy beauty routine easier, and Cutex Advanced Revival Nail Polish Remover Pads are a winner at that!<br />
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Until later, Lazy Beauty Gal out!<br />
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If I had a tatoo....it would probably be something like this:
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<i>I call him Mr. Candyfloss.</i></div>
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I want to own these more than you know:</div>
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<i>To wear together, of course.</i></div>
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Do my friends make lewd comments about horn envy? Yes.</div>
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Do people think it's crazy for a grown ass woman to like unicorns? Yes.</div>
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Do most people assume it's an ironic affectation? Yes.</div>
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But people, today I declare: I LOVE UNICORNS!</div>
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Unicorns bring back girly youth and all the sparkle and purple and Disney magic of it all. People, hold on to princesses and dinosaurs and wizards and unicorns. Why not? Who cares! Let them pry it from your glitter-covered fist!</div>
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<br /></div>Jenilanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873800007604659731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638630759494749177.post-8317811138937797872012-02-15T15:04:00.008-05:002012-02-15T17:00:49.010-05:00Space Puppets and Thongotards<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv45saNe7mflQFPyxlDsdKS_q8rLJqTh7eoeltsnDQdQftgQGUOIJsGFlssGMQA7dtMjoYZm6NN_C0qn8aY15FdWKPlhD_6EWZBLfYThJhcx_H4KxwnWzr2QK4EmhgMZ2pkY7Re7VPNKNt/s1600/captain_eo_17168.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv45saNe7mflQFPyxlDsdKS_q8rLJqTh7eoeltsnDQdQftgQGUOIJsGFlssGMQA7dtMjoYZm6NN_C0qn8aY15FdWKPlhD_6EWZBLfYThJhcx_H4KxwnWzr2QK4EmhgMZ2pkY7Re7VPNKNt/s320/captain_eo_17168.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709485590188172626" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />My youngest brother and I were born so far apart (15 years) that we're basically in different generations. I was born in 1983 and he was born in 1998.<br /><br />On a trip to Disney World last summer, we caught the re-released 80s classic "Captain EO." If you're not familiar, "Captain EO" is a 4-D movie executive produced by George Lucas, directed by Francis Ford Coppola and starring Michael Jackson. (That sentence was sooooooo 80s.)<br /><br />MJ stars as the titular Captain who is the leader of a rag tag group of Space Muppets. They go to some dark planet and save it from an evil queen through the power of pop music and dancing...seriously.<br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zFkpOWKmg1s" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Behold</span>.<br /><br />Needless to say, I found it to be fantastic and bought the t-shirt. My brother had a slightly different reaction, which I'll call something like confused horror.<br /><br />"What <span style="font-style:italic;">was </span>that?" asked he.<br />"That...was the 80s," I replied.<br /><br />The 80s has garnered a reputation for being, in retrospect, ridiculous, and rightfully so. However, the fact that fashion and other elements (such as 'Captain EO') keep creeping back into our society.<br /><br />And now a word on 80s fashion. That word...is thongotard.<br /><br />As a youngling, my mother and I would often put on the VCR and do "Jane Fonda's New Workout." A classic of spandex, hair spray and parquet floors, this tape played a big part in my early exercise career. It probably explains my current love of Zumba. <br /><br /><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HU1FUzrM3Fs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">This was my favorite part. To be honest, this kind of gives me flashback chills.<br /></span><br /><br />I, myself, owned a belted leotard with legwarmers before I had hair. There was always something about this video, though, that would leave young me in that state of confused horror.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgFITwg31VwoPbr-KVwMVAyNSTyDD0XCgC7QRbpbzz06xFCrGF6q9DukupWMkjNMGaxJUlpAsQXUek1BaRrJl-ZGF6n_sfLtEe5_esY6asS_lTrSr7hds6Nk2NXB7I5e0weA8fX0zcSe_A/s1600/Thogotard.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgFITwg31VwoPbr-KVwMVAyNSTyDD0XCgC7QRbpbzz06xFCrGF6q9DukupWMkjNMGaxJUlpAsQXUek1BaRrJl-ZGF6n_sfLtEe5_esY6asS_lTrSr7hds6Nk2NXB7I5e0weA8fX0zcSe_A/s320/Thogotard.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709482111394267074" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Look closely.</span><br /><br />Yes, the woman with the butch blond hair and the leopard leggings was sporting something that, when I caught a glimpse, baffled me. 80s workout culture spawned what remains as one of the most ridiculous, useless fashions ever to give someone a wedgie...the thongotard.<br /><br />To wit:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-RYEJOLNUdp4TYiQjLjChO4MEju1GBN7Crt76SzAq6eRBnBVfI_x21rTucpq9Jv0OBxIG9C5L2Le7zMVavlPRc6WYiryEKNNA1TFdh3zJxrIjwWLlgGNw8YEpsvGf2ULjOCMCVUdSDXLs/s1600/ExcercisePoll_Final.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-RYEJOLNUdp4TYiQjLjChO4MEju1GBN7Crt76SzAq6eRBnBVfI_x21rTucpq9Jv0OBxIG9C5L2Le7zMVavlPRc6WYiryEKNNA1TFdh3zJxrIjwWLlgGNw8YEpsvGf2ULjOCMCVUdSDXLs/s320/ExcercisePoll_Final.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709483722066133266" /></a><br /><br />The fact that you can still buy these at American Apparel is a testament to our undying love of the 80s. <br /><br />I guess, in the end, what I'm saying is that while looking back we can chuckle at how ridiculous things were in another era, at the time they seemed perfectly normal and cool, except to the unfettered mind of a child. To quote the late Whitney (another 80s staple) "The children are our future." And maybe, just maybe, if we listen, they can help us be less ridiculous in our present.Jenilanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873800007604659731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638630759494749177.post-53791234531060630272011-07-13T23:50:00.004-04:002011-07-14T00:01:33.818-04:00Things My Parents Had Never Heard OfParents seem to live in this strange, funny world where they have a magic pop culture filter. These are things that my parents had never heard of until I mentioned/explained them:<br /><ol><li>Hipsters</li><li>Ryan Reynolds</li><li>The song "Hey Ya"</li><li>Twitter</li><li>Tosh.0</li><li>"The Book of Mormon"</li><li>Louboutins</li><li>"Arrested Development"</li><li>Pajama Jeans</li><li>Keyboard Cat</li></ol><div>You get the idea. I wonder at what age the filter kicks in and if i can get mine early (except for Ryan Reynolds, of course).</div>Jenilanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873800007604659731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638630759494749177.post-465011163163759522011-06-22T23:44:00.006-04:002011-06-23T00:01:13.513-04:00The Unicorn ShoesI'm going to coin a term right here to explain a glorious moment in my shopping career. That term is "Unicorn Shoes." Now when I say that, I'm not implying that they have a picture of a unicorn on them, nor are they made from real unicorns. I'm referring to a unicorn in the "Gone in 60 Seconds" sense.<div><br /></div><div>To jog your memory: </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;">Fred- What's a unicorn?<br />Donny - Fabled creature, you know the horse with the horn, impossible to capture. It's the one car no matter how many times you try to boost something always happens.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><div>Let me begin at the beginning. It's 3 years ago. My friend Katie and I are at a shopping event. We happen across a table that has a pair of the greatest shoes I've ever seen sitting on it. They look like the shoes that Wonder Woman would wear on a date. They're fantastic. I have never wanted a pair of shoes like this so much in my life. Of course, I have ginormous monster feet, and there's no way they have them in my size. I ask the woman if they have them in an 11. She gives me a skeptical look, but then is shocked to find a pair in my size. I try them on. Magic. I must own them. How much are they? $250. *Record scratch*</div><div><br /></div><div>Even then I waffled. I abhor paying that much for anything, but damn I wanted those shoes. I walked away. Surely I could find them cheaper online.</div><div><br /></div><div>You know how this goes. Much like the infamous "Swift Heart Rabbit" incident of my youth, as soon as I went to search for them, they completely disappeared off the face of the earth. The Oh Deer Ginger Pumps are not to be had for any price in any size. </div><div><br /></div><div>On top of that, the company's website disappeared, as apparently my desire for this shoe had driven it out of business. Folks, we have a Unicorn.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't exaggerate when I say that I have been periodically searching for these shoes ever since. </div><div><br /></div><div>Well, guess what. This week, a miracle occurred. I don't know what possessed me to go to Ebay this week, but I did and I happened to run a search for the shoes.</div><div><br /></div><div>There they were. Oh Deer Ginger Pumps Size 11. Worn once and she decided they made her too tall. Kids, I bought them for $28.75. Miracles happen.</div><div><br /></div><div>And since I know you're dying to know what they look like, enjoy. I'll post a pic of me wearing them when they arrive. I may be too excited to sleep until they get here.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></span></span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-A2UyAHMgOE8Ga9l2J3hdS9UCf22CiHaZdvwScfThQfCHJwNI7tE6EbSrp1K_G1ZZ_zJsbUB0gTMpwKxY0ja1jPRi2kl_d0RAkucZaCd22Grplqv99zC9GjjyOhoPdbQhu_3GxSQEYGzq/s1600/oh+deer+ginger.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-A2UyAHMgOE8Ga9l2J3hdS9UCf22CiHaZdvwScfThQfCHJwNI7tE6EbSrp1K_G1ZZ_zJsbUB0gTMpwKxY0ja1jPRi2kl_d0RAkucZaCd22Grplqv99zC9GjjyOhoPdbQhu_3GxSQEYGzq/s320/oh+deer+ginger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621259151572262178" /></a>Jenilanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873800007604659731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638630759494749177.post-48416694681753353072010-08-11T01:24:00.002-04:002010-08-11T02:30:31.882-04:00This Is What a Feminist Looks Like<object width="480" height="400" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" id="ordie_player_d4de4c302e"><param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf"><param name="flashvars" value="key=d4de4c302e"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed width="480" height="400" flashvars="key=d4de4c302e" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" name="ordie_player_d4de4c302e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><div><br /></div><div>As a girl who played the saxophone, I'm what a feminist looks like.<br /><div style="text-align:left;font-size:x-small;margin-top:0;width:480px;"><a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/d4de4c302e/feminist-rapper-episode-3-this-is-what-a-feminist-looks-like" title="from jennyhagel">Feminist Rapper Episode 3: This Is What A Feminist Looks Like</a> - watch more <a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/" title="on Funny or Die">funny videos</a></div></div>Jenilanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873800007604659731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638630759494749177.post-21133304672428093462010-08-06T21:46:00.010-04:002010-08-07T01:17:02.556-04:00Motherf---ing Surprise Gospel Choirs!If you know me really well, you know that there is one magical thing that I love more than anything in the world. That one thing is a surprise gospel choir.<br /><br />An excellent example of this is <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1_f5gRCv5eY">the wedding scene in "Love Actually." </a><br /><br />It includes instruments, but I will allow it in the awesome category.<br /><br />One of the best concerts I ever went to was Michael Buble performing a The Fabulous Fox Theatre in Atlanta. For his encore, he sang "That's Life" with a full, suprise gospel choir. I was moved. <em>Moved.</em><br /><br />When I get married, I fully intend to end the ceremony with a surprise gospel choir. It will happen, people.<br /><br />What gets me on this subject? That would be a recent ad for the upcoming season of professional football, of all things. There is a commercial that has been played recently in Atlanta. It fills me with almost as much joy as the Old Spice guy commercials.<br /><br />What could possibly get near the pleasure of a handsome, suave, shirtless man trying to sell me men's body wash? Samuel. L. Jackson. AND (<em>pause for effect</em>) a gospel choir. Yes, folks, the coolest Motherf---ing dude in the history of film and a be-robed hoarde of joyful noise makers. I'm in heaven (where I'm sure there is an <em>awesome</em> gospel choir).<br /><br /><br /><object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/S_qVbF8Jka0/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_qVbF8Jka0&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_qVbF8Jka0&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Jenilanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873800007604659731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638630759494749177.post-1155808931371462672010-08-04T03:50:00.001-04:002010-08-04T03:51:31.015-04:00So, Apparently I Suck at BloggingI have been so busy with my new job, I haven't been a very good blogger. Please accept my apology in the form of a meme.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; "><img alt="http://www.threadbombing.com/data/media/2/1zn73tx.gif" src="http://www.threadbombing.com/data/media/2/1zn73tx.gif" mce_src="http://www.threadbombing.com/data/media/2/1zn73tx.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></span></div>Jenilanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873800007604659731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638630759494749177.post-46930897793201489272010-06-15T22:42:00.003-04:002010-06-15T22:57:29.937-04:00Books to the Sky<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLDaZM8qGf_3kB9PT6SuFuDxKalmMFVFCGRoFOJhGqU6wdUcB_rERoUnMGtNBICCWRg22hRyHNJQ3c4ib5TSVf6RQEAzalnVC-8N9XhQ9iB4-DwBEbuDcHzEL707ts3RmG3X2n3OAPp5ng/s1600/Photo+60.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLDaZM8qGf_3kB9PT6SuFuDxKalmMFVFCGRoFOJhGqU6wdUcB_rERoUnMGtNBICCWRg22hRyHNJQ3c4ib5TSVf6RQEAzalnVC-8N9XhQ9iB4-DwBEbuDcHzEL707ts3RmG3X2n3OAPp5ng/s320/Photo+60.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483197022769406738" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:17px;"><i><a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/39056.html" style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Books to the ceiling,<br />Books to the sky,<br />My pile of books is a mile high.<br />How I love them! How I need them!<br />I'll have a long beard by the time I read them.</span></a></i></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">- Arnold Lobel</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">I have a confession to make. I love books. More specifically, buying books. I love the idea of what is in it. I love the smell of new books. I love how it always mixes in my sensory memory with the aroma of coffee. "Jen," you may say, "There's nothing wrong with that." </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">Here's what's wrong with that. I have every intention of reading the books that I buy...as soon as I finish the book that I'm reading now. However, when I finish that book, I may be in the mood to read something else. Long story short, I have stacks, <i>stacks</i> (!) of unread books.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">Today, I have made a vow. A solemn vow that I intend to keep. I will not buy any more books until I finish all of the unread books that I currently possess. In order to keep that promise, I'm going to list them right here until I finish them all.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><ol><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs by Chuck Klosterman</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter by Seth Grahame Smith</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">The Girl who Played with Fire by Stied Larsson</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">About a Boy by Nick Hornby</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">Love is a Mix Tape by Rob Sheffield</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">The Road by Cormac McCarthy</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim by David Sedaris</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">Always Looking Up by Michael J. Fox</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">I Like You by Amy Sedaris</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">When You Are Engulfed in Flames by David Sedaris</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">The Alexandria Link by Steve Berry*</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">Born Standing Up by Steve Martin*</span></span></li></ol><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">* These are actually books I borrowed and haven't read yet, so they're going on the list.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">Folks, I'm going to read 'em all. And then I'm going to get a library card and make my own coffee.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:180%;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:17px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:180%;color:#454545;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:17px;"><br /></span></span></div>Jenilanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873800007604659731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638630759494749177.post-42180926250409188442010-06-01T20:23:00.005-04:002010-06-01T20:47:52.630-04:00Barbecue is Not a GrillIt's the time of year where we all get the hankering to cook and (inexplicably) eat outdoors. Smokey meats doused in sticky sauce start to call our name. Ladies and Gentlemen, it's Barbecue <div>Season.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now there's food cooked on a grill, and then there's Barbecue. For the unindoctrinated and the yankees, here's a charming musical primer on Southern Barbecue:</div><div><br /></div><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1825742&fullscreen=1" width="480" height="360"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1825742&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1825742&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="480" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></object><div style="padding:5px 0; text-align:center; width:480px;">See more <a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/videos">funny videos</a> and <a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/pictures">funny pictures</a> at <a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/">CollegeHumor</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, there's a lot of barbecue out there, but there's a limited supply of <i>good</i> barbecue. There are some simple rules to help you find the tastiest shredded meat in your area:</div><div><ol><li><b>Word of mouth</b>. Find someone who knows what they're talking about and get a barbecue recommendation. It may take several tries and much experimenting.</li><li><b>Look at the cook</b>. As a general rule, the best barbecue is cooked by big good-ole-boys and served by sarcastic, gum chomping women with frizzy hair. If the staff doesn't resemble this, you may be in trouble.</li><li><b>Sides</b>. Check the menu before you order. If it doesn't include mac n' cheese, brunswick stew, baked beans and banana pudding, leave right now.</li><li><b>Sauce</b>. The best places will have a variety of sauces, from vinegar-based to tomato-based to mustard-based to spicy. If they only have one, it had better be a signature sauce, like Maurice's. </li><li><b>Sketchy appearance</b>. It may seem counter-intuitive, but the best barbecue places look like condemned barns with clouds of smoke coming out of them. If the place you're at is shiny and well-lit, give up now.</li></ol><br /></div><div>You can also make barbecue at home. It's great for parties or outdoor events. Not too long ago, I made some that was quite delicious, if a little dry. I roasted a pork butt in the oven and then pulled it and put it in a crock pot with bbq sauce and the drippings. Before roasting, I rubbed it with paprika, salt, pepper and garlic powder on a dijon mustard base. For sauce, I used Williamson Brothers' sauce.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVa0FtrGctv28KROcEw5aCqV1gwnM8m0KPj54LdXq-4-ijlvoMsOHbHmXk821ov_ZTkTro_g67mowp1QvqSQi_UPWgagfafOt0gs94uUl3WL1LaXZqlOz5k3s12kSheV8r1dnXqr0WK8eP/s1600/10327_826189727050_4909423_50906556_387308_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVa0FtrGctv28KROcEw5aCqV1gwnM8m0KPj54LdXq-4-ijlvoMsOHbHmXk821ov_ZTkTro_g67mowp1QvqSQi_UPWgagfafOt0gs94uUl3WL1LaXZqlOz5k3s12kSheV8r1dnXqr0WK8eP/s320/10327_826189727050_4909423_50906556_387308_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477968885120683410" /></a><div>Yummmmmmm.</div>Jenilanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873800007604659731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638630759494749177.post-2329994930988014252010-06-01T00:48:00.013-04:002010-06-01T20:11:20.345-04:00The Beatles Will Never Die<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZZxW_nmlajdAGhYJnQsVIhMJZeImQRgxclMBVK6U1oGi3wAnUdBGm6xqSa4EYvZa1lqFgO-_4Ku0c5m5_iNkReyRQ-aIpMGnLN2M8yXamShGIdc3X3waILfoXm-xPsbZhc6INdUaVU6RZ/s1600/beatles-sgt-pepper1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZZxW_nmlajdAGhYJnQsVIhMJZeImQRgxclMBVK6U1oGi3wAnUdBGm6xqSa4EYvZa1lqFgO-_4Ku0c5m5_iNkReyRQ-aIpMGnLN2M8yXamShGIdc3X3waILfoXm-xPsbZhc6INdUaVU6RZ/s320/beatles-sgt-pepper1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477961190084080226" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>What is it about The Beatles that is so pervasive? This weekend got me thinking about it after sitting in the scorching South Carolina sun to watch a tribute band.</div><div><br /></div><div>Somehow, a 4 man band from Liverpool has managed to achieve what so few have in the history of pop culture: eternal, untouchable coolness.<div><br /></div><div>When I was in high school, my best friend and I would drive home every day singing along (with assigned harmonization) to One, a compilation album of The Beatles' #1 hits. We were really good, particularly on "Eight Days a Week."</div><div><br /></div><div>My 12 year-old brother has recently become a huge Beatles fan after I suggested that he learn "Let It Be" for a piano recital. Now the Fab Four take up his iPod. He listens to them every night. Yesterday he referenced "Everybody's Got Something to Hide Except Me and My Monkey" while we were watching Indiana Jones. Tonight, I heard him singing "When I'm 64" in the shower.</div><div><br /></div><div>What the heck is going on here? How does a kid that was born in 1998 get so much enjoyment out of a musical group that broke up in 1970? </div><div><br /></div><div>Somehow, some way, The Beatles are timeless. I once chided a roommate when she told me that she stopped listening to their music after a bad break-up, because they were her boyfriend's favorite band. Infuriated, I told her, "The Beatles are bigger than love!" What a strange sentiment, but it doesn't feel false.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, I'm not going to analyze why The Beatles are important musically. There are 33 million Google entries that could probably do a better job of that. I'm sure it's pretty apparent that The Beatles made largely accessible, evolving, innovative music. It's not surprising that people still love it. What is amazing about The Beatles is the collective decision that we made, consciously or not, that they were impeachably cool for all eternity.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now certainly, the death of John Lennon played a role in this. The best thing you can do for your career in entertainment is die young and unexpectedly. However, Paul McCartney lived on, as did Ringo and George, for the time being. The heart was dead, but the soul lived on. </div><div><br /></div><div>I think, in the end, it's a combination of factors, beginning with an insane rise to fame (what would be called Bieberesque today), an unprecedented consistency of artistic relevancy, a break-up that left the world wanting more, a villain to blame in Yoko, and finally a tragic death. </div><div><br /></div><div>Somehow, this all led to The Beatles taking #1 on everybody's all-time lists of everything great. Seriously, have you ever met <i>anyone</i> who would admit to <i>not</i> liking The Beatles. All I know is that, even when we've lost Paul and Ringo, even when the music is 100 years old, people will still love it and listen to it. </div><div><br /></div><div>All you need is love, and The Beatles are bigger than love.</div></div>Jenilanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873800007604659731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638630759494749177.post-69575009019452244382010-05-30T23:21:00.000-04:002010-05-30T23:33:04.604-04:00Things I KnowSo, I figure that a blog is a great place to share lessons that I have learned in life, for the benefit of others. I may be young still, but there are a few important things that I have learned so far, and that I live by:<br /><ol><li>You can NEVER pack enough underwear.</li><li>There is always a spider in the pool noodle.</li><li>Sunscreen.</li><li>The finale of your favorite TV show will be at least mildly disappointing.</li><li>Everything tastes better out of a glass.</li><li>The price-fixers on movies and gasoline are in a competition to see who can make their product so expensive that we will stop buying it. We never will.</li><li>Just unplug it and plug it back in.</li><li>The irate customer gets the free month of service.</li><li>Always carry band-aids, chapstick and hair ties.</li><li>There's no such thing as a free umbrella.</li></ol>Jenilanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873800007604659731noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638630759494749177.post-16187001270365372852010-05-30T00:27:00.000-04:002010-05-30T00:30:45.173-04:00FunemploymentI think Steve's experience sums up well the realities of modern unemployment...set to song!<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7WX0xcx8N2E&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7WX0xcx8N2E&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></span></div>Jenilanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873800007604659731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638630759494749177.post-11084728359866404632010-05-30T00:20:00.000-04:002010-05-30T01:02:12.591-04:00Speaking of Milk and Beer...<a href="http://www.japanprobe.com/2007/01/31/milk-beer-bilk/">http://www.japanprobe.com/2007/01/31/milk-beer-bilk/</a><br /><!-- LIFE IMAGE 73414965 --><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.life.com/embed/index/js"></script><script type="text/javascript">LIFEembedDrawImage2('73414965','260');</script>Jenilanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873800007604659731noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638630759494749177.post-27313018255726961822010-05-29T23:58:00.000-04:002010-05-30T00:46:08.994-04:00A Blog is Born from the Womb of BoredomMilk and Beer. Things that don't go together at all, yet both are equally essential to life. You wouldn't put beer on your cereal. You wouldn't drink milk with your pizza (okay, I do, but people think I'm crazy). Let me rephrase, you wouldn't drink milk at a baseball game. I guess my point is, life is about knowing which one to drink and when. Choose wisely.<div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/APAySMepRm8&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/APAySMepRm8&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></span></div><div><br /></div><div>I decided to start a blog. I'll do my best to keep it from being self-absorbed and boring. People seem to like the things that I find on the internets, so I want a more efficient way to share than just posting to Facebook.</div><div><br /></div><div>The Land of Milk & Beer. Tell your friends.</div></div>Jenilanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16873800007604659731noreply@blogger.com0