I was heavily involved in music growing up. I played the flute/piccolo, dabbled with piano and trumpet, and sang in chorus. Instead of listening to the sounds of the 90’s, I worshiped the pioneers of rock n’ roll. I frequented Broadway musicals and performed in a dance routine in my high school’s talent show.
Thus, my shocking revelation: I am not a music lover. I believe that I immersed myself in musical programs to feed my compulsive need for achievement.
I am not knocking musicians or music in general. Having experienced what it’s like to play and write music, I appreciate the talent that most musicians possess. I think that a musical background is a positive influence on children and that it enhances certain aspects of their knowledge and personality.
With that being said, here are some thoughts I have about today’s music:
*I do not like going to concerts unless it’s a concert that features a “legend.”
Legends I have seen: David Gilmore, Lou Reed, Pete Townsend
Musicians whom I consider to be a legend: Paul McCartney, Robert Plant, Bob Dylan
*I am conflicted as to whether Madonna is a musician or not, however I consider her to be a legend.
*Britney Spears is neither a musician nor a legend. I will admit that some of her “tunes” are catchy.
*I do not gain anything from listening to an album cover-to-cover. When I say that I like a song, and someone responds with, “That’s a great album,” consider the meaningful part of the conversation over.
*After listening to Bob Dylan at a very young age, I was thoroughly convinced that there was something mentally wrong with him.
*Over past five years, songs that are included in the rock/alternative genre sound painfully alike. The same goes for hip hop and R&B.
In conclusion: Was I/Am I living a lie or just getting old? Let’s find out in 10 years.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Survivor
I am not a huge fan of Survivor but my roommate watches it regularly. I noticed that the host, Jeff Probst, uses the words, "immediately leave the island" when instructing the villagers (or the carefully-selected actors) how to depart after they're voted out.What if someone doesn't immediately leave the island? What if they shuffle their way out, taking a victory lap to squeeze every last second out of those 15 minutes of fame? Are they forcibly removed at that point? Is there a bodyguard there? Is Jeff Probst really a robot with a time bomb inside him, and at the slightest delay of a reject leaving the island,he blows up, killing everyone instantly? Does the band Survivor come out and play "Eye of the Tiger" until the villagers burst into a psychotic revolt due to the repetition?
This is why I'm here. I ask the tough questions.
Friday, February 20, 2009
This Whiny Brat Pack Has To Go! Hey Hey! Ho Ho!
Dear Protesting Students at NYU:
Really? You’re staging “violent” protests over the release of financial information? And just while you’re at it, you’re throwing in some hubbub about providing scholarships to foreign students?
If you’re staging near-violent protests, I really think that you could find a cause that’s a little more exciting. Like cafeteria food. Or the fact that meat is murder.
I get it… you’re upset over the fact that Girls Gone Wild never made it to NYU for their co-ed special and you’re masking it with a political cause! You have to learn to accept that NYC isn’t really an ideal setting for a low-budget porno that’s going to be cherished by millions of Americans.
Seriously though, most people would consider it an honor to attend NYU. Please reconsider your methods. You’re all very lucky to be attending such a prestigious university. If you don’t like what NYU does, then transfer.
Really? You’re staging “violent” protests over the release of financial information? And just while you’re at it, you’re throwing in some hubbub about providing scholarships to foreign students?
If you’re staging near-violent protests, I really think that you could find a cause that’s a little more exciting. Like cafeteria food. Or the fact that meat is murder.
I get it… you’re upset over the fact that Girls Gone Wild never made it to NYU for their co-ed special and you’re masking it with a political cause! You have to learn to accept that NYC isn’t really an ideal setting for a low-budget porno that’s going to be cherished by millions of Americans.
Seriously though, most people would consider it an honor to attend NYU. Please reconsider your methods. You’re all very lucky to be attending such a prestigious university. If you don’t like what NYU does, then transfer.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Socks and Sandals: A Sorrowful Sight
MEN! Why do some of you wear socks with sandals? I don't understand the point!
The definition of sandal:
n.
1. A shoe consisting of a sole fastened to the foot by thongs or straps.
2. A low-cut shoe fastened to the foot by an ankle strap.
3. A rubber overshoe cut very low and covering little more than the sole of the shoe.
4. A strap or band for fastening a low shoe or slipper on the foot.
If you read through the definition, you can get the gist of how a sandal works. The idea is to have a rubber sole with an attachment that covers part of the foot or ankle for the purpose of keeping the rubber sole in place. The whole concept of a sandal is not really to cover the foot...
So WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY?!
Are you trying to warm your feet up? If your feet are cold, why don't you wear shoes? Are you trying to show off your socks? I highly doubt that... your washed-out ankle Nike socks aren't anything to write home about. Or, are you attempting to alleviate the concentration of stank from your regular shoes? They have Odor Eaters for that!
Honestly, it's like wearing ass chaps with underwear. Or a bikini over long johns... there is no point! I would love to hear from someone, ANYONE, who can provide an ounce of reasoning behind this fashion flub... I just cannot see both sides to this!
The definition of sandal:
n.
1. A shoe consisting of a sole fastened to the foot by thongs or straps.
2. A low-cut shoe fastened to the foot by an ankle strap.
3. A rubber overshoe cut very low and covering little more than the sole of the shoe.
4. A strap or band for fastening a low shoe or slipper on the foot.
If you read through the definition, you can get the gist of how a sandal works. The idea is to have a rubber sole with an attachment that covers part of the foot or ankle for the purpose of keeping the rubber sole in place. The whole concept of a sandal is not really to cover the foot...
So WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY?!
Are you trying to warm your feet up? If your feet are cold, why don't you wear shoes? Are you trying to show off your socks? I highly doubt that... your washed-out ankle Nike socks aren't anything to write home about. Or, are you attempting to alleviate the concentration of stank from your regular shoes? They have Odor Eaters for that!
Honestly, it's like wearing ass chaps with underwear. Or a bikini over long johns... there is no point! I would love to hear from someone, ANYONE, who can provide an ounce of reasoning behind this fashion flub... I just cannot see both sides to this!
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Swisherrific!
Nick Swisher, the epitome of dirty baseball player, is officially a Yankee!
He can't really hit, but I am sure he can score. Oh yeah, I just went there and used baseball lingo as innuendo. I just stooped to cougarish levels... you would too if you were Nick Swisher's only fan.
He can't really hit, but I am sure he can score. Oh yeah, I just went there and used baseball lingo as innuendo. I just stooped to cougarish levels... you would too if you were Nick Swisher's only fan.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Ramen Noodles: The Poor Man's Crack
Hello. My name is Liz and I am addicted to ramen noodles. This is the first time I am openly admitting this, but my addition is obvious to those who are close to me.
I've known the salty goodness that is ramen my entire life. When I was in grade school, I would eat dinner at a friend's house and her parents would serve ramen noodles as a side dish. My parents always served me healthy, non-processed food growing up, so the salty, spicy ramen was a treat.
It wasn't until college that I developed my initial addiction. I didn't have much of a food budget then, about $20 per week. $1 would get me six packs of ramen noodles, and I would have $19 left over for beer. Although I never mixed the two, ramen and beer were extremely complimentary of each other. After a night of boozing, there was nothing better than coming home to a salty bowl of ramen, prepared in 3 minutes.
Now I am a few years out of college and I still ingest massive amounts of ramen. I am privy to the oriental flavor, but chicken hits the spot as well. I've dabbled in other forms of sodium: Lipton soups, ginger ale, mashed potatoes and popcorn loaded with extra salt but nothing hits the spot like ramen noodles.
I prepare it over the stove. Shaking until I get my sodium fix, I wait for the water to boil. I have a special bowl that I like using and a special spoon. The experience is just sub par with out them. Once the water boils, I break up the ramen into manageable quarters, so each part is thoroughly boiled. Before the noodles absorb most of the water, I shake the flavor packet so everything is concentrated towards the bottom. To have the flavoring spill would be most tragic, since that is where the salty concoction comes from. Ripping open the top of the flavor packet, I quickly sprinkle the flavoring and stir. I don't want the magic powder to lose its oriental flavor, so this part of the routine is done quickly. Still shaking from withdrawl, I pour the finished product into my special bowl and stir again with my special spoon. I inhale the saltiness and then take my first sip. The feeling of that first sip is the rush I have been waiting for all day! It's like a shock of evil rushing through my taste buds.
I know ramen noodles have no nutritional value whatsoever. I've tried to convince myself how horrible they are for me, and that I will most likely develop heart disease from daily ingestion. I've imagined the ramen noodle factory, and tried to trick myself into believing that it's rat infested and full of evil fat midgets who are shareholders in pharmaceutical companies that specialize in blood pressure medication. No luck, I still need the saltiness.
Yes, I am addict who gets their fix the cheapest way they can. And I have taken the first step and admitted it. Please stay tuned for my adventures in recovery. It's a long, winding road, but I am confident that I can get there and kick my habit for good!
I've known the salty goodness that is ramen my entire life. When I was in grade school, I would eat dinner at a friend's house and her parents would serve ramen noodles as a side dish. My parents always served me healthy, non-processed food growing up, so the salty, spicy ramen was a treat.
It wasn't until college that I developed my initial addiction. I didn't have much of a food budget then, about $20 per week. $1 would get me six packs of ramen noodles, and I would have $19 left over for beer. Although I never mixed the two, ramen and beer were extremely complimentary of each other. After a night of boozing, there was nothing better than coming home to a salty bowl of ramen, prepared in 3 minutes.
Now I am a few years out of college and I still ingest massive amounts of ramen. I am privy to the oriental flavor, but chicken hits the spot as well. I've dabbled in other forms of sodium: Lipton soups, ginger ale, mashed potatoes and popcorn loaded with extra salt but nothing hits the spot like ramen noodles.
I prepare it over the stove. Shaking until I get my sodium fix, I wait for the water to boil. I have a special bowl that I like using and a special spoon. The experience is just sub par with out them. Once the water boils, I break up the ramen into manageable quarters, so each part is thoroughly boiled. Before the noodles absorb most of the water, I shake the flavor packet so everything is concentrated towards the bottom. To have the flavoring spill would be most tragic, since that is where the salty concoction comes from. Ripping open the top of the flavor packet, I quickly sprinkle the flavoring and stir. I don't want the magic powder to lose its oriental flavor, so this part of the routine is done quickly. Still shaking from withdrawl, I pour the finished product into my special bowl and stir again with my special spoon. I inhale the saltiness and then take my first sip. The feeling of that first sip is the rush I have been waiting for all day! It's like a shock of evil rushing through my taste buds.
I know ramen noodles have no nutritional value whatsoever. I've tried to convince myself how horrible they are for me, and that I will most likely develop heart disease from daily ingestion. I've imagined the ramen noodle factory, and tried to trick myself into believing that it's rat infested and full of evil fat midgets who are shareholders in pharmaceutical companies that specialize in blood pressure medication. No luck, I still need the saltiness.
Yes, I am addict who gets their fix the cheapest way they can. And I have taken the first step and admitted it. Please stay tuned for my adventures in recovery. It's a long, winding road, but I am confident that I can get there and kick my habit for good!
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
The Price Is Right
If you've ever seen the classic game show, "The Price Is Right" then you know it's right up there with Disneyworld as being one of the happiest places on Earth. While watching it today, I took note of how everyone congratulates and hugs the person who is called down to be a contestant. Every one is cheering and screaming like 10 year old girls at a Jonas Brother's concert. The Price Is Right is extremely entertaining and happy, and I think we can find another worldy use for it.
We take all world leaders that have conflicts with each other, fly them to Los Angeles, and force them to participate in a taping of the Price Is Right. It will automatically alter every one's disgruntled moods into carefree fun! We'll call down Russia and Georgia, Iraq, Iran, North Korea, Venezuela, the US and virtually every country in Africa and pin them up against each other in games like Plinko! And of course, they'll all be enthusiastic participants in the Showcase Showdown! I don't know why the UN hasn't recommended this already!
We take all world leaders that have conflicts with each other, fly them to Los Angeles, and force them to participate in a taping of the Price Is Right. It will automatically alter every one's disgruntled moods into carefree fun! We'll call down Russia and Georgia, Iraq, Iran, North Korea, Venezuela, the US and virtually every country in Africa and pin them up against each other in games like Plinko! And of course, they'll all be enthusiastic participants in the Showcase Showdown! I don't know why the UN hasn't recommended this already!
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