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| Cathedral, Palma de Mallorca |
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| Seaside Consulate building, Palma |
30.12.10
Wouldn't mind a little trip back to the islita of PALMA
Romping in the Snow: NYC Edition
The Browns hit the city to spend a snowy holiday in style.
We hit up:
-The upper east side's Atlantic Grill (more than once).
-The Jewish Heritage Museum, because we had to kill time and are always eager to learn more about bris (Jewish circumcision) and how it was still performed during the Holocaust in concentration camps. Upon seeing a circumcision tool actually used in the extermination camps, my dad noted that it looked "like a butter knife". Well, dad, that's the best they could do when starving and breaking their backs to stay alive under the Third Reich. Needless to say, bris in the 1930s was no Sound of Music for European Jewish boys.
-Buddakhan, because we thought we'd try being trendy and eating like asian kings.
-Promises, Promises: Kristen Chenoweth had the voice, Sean Hayes had the humor and Molly Shannon provided sexual tension interpreting the raunchy cougar.
Happy Christmas
We hit up:
-The upper east side's Atlantic Grill (more than once).
-The Jewish Heritage Museum, because we had to kill time and are always eager to learn more about bris (Jewish circumcision) and how it was still performed during the Holocaust in concentration camps. Upon seeing a circumcision tool actually used in the extermination camps, my dad noted that it looked "like a butter knife". Well, dad, that's the best they could do when starving and breaking their backs to stay alive under the Third Reich. Needless to say, bris in the 1930s was no Sound of Music for European Jewish boys.-Buddakhan, because we thought we'd try being trendy and eating like asian kings.
-Promises, Promises: Kristen Chenoweth had the voice, Sean Hayes had the humor and Molly Shannon provided sexual tension interpreting the raunchy cougar.
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| Too bad he's gay, Molly. |
-The Gugennheim for the Caos and Classicism exhibit.
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| Mussolini wanted to show the world a new Italian image reflecting men as rugged primitive soldiers. |
- Central Park where kids attempted to sled, but really cried to their parents for not raising them in the burbs.
- Columbia University to admire the beautiful Christmas lights strung through the center of campus.
- St. John the Divine Cathedral to feel small next to this worldly wonder.
- The Fighter where Marky Mark kills, Christian Bale kills, and we learned that crack kills.
Happy New Year
Now I'm busting this joint for
FLORIDA!
26.12.10
Green Invention
This magic machine converts plastics to oil.
This guy stuffs recyclable plastic caps, styrofoam takeout trays and bottles into his converter and out comes GASOLINE!
21.12.10
Tonight's epic police escort home
I'm trying to stop my heavily palpitating heart from jumping through my sternum as I recount the last hour's events to my parents. They are highly impressed and holding back questions. This is my one and only true police encounter, and it involves no underage drinking, drugs, or college partying whatsoever (what else would you expect from such an uncorrupted young lady?)
When pulling out of my driveway with a friend at 10:30 p.m., we encountered a strange car running in my neighbor's adjoining driveway. I continued to the street, turned towards the main road, en route to my friend's house. The car began to follow us. Five minutes later, it was still proceeding to follow us and across town, the same thing.
Instead of pulling into my friend's driveway, I told her not to be totally alarmed (although I was sweating, playing over chase scenes from The Town in my mind), but that someone had been following us and I was not comfortable dropping her off. We looped back to the main road, moving quickly all the while, crushing speed bumps, and with the pursuant still on our tail. freeeeakin outttt. Once on the main road, I sped towards the police station, because neither of us had cell phones to call the police (I know what you're thinking: social suicide, right? I could've missed, like, two bbms!). Meanwhile, the car behind me is swerving over the double yellow lines, almost scraping my bumper and not slowing donw.
Once peeling into the police station lot, he passed to the right of my parked vehicle, which allowed me to see his car and note the make, color and plates (SCHWING! Points for Annie Bond). A few minutes later, I calmly pulled around the police building to exit the parking lot and came upon the car- parked in the one way exit, lights on, engine running. Twenty feet behind it, I checked the plates again and thought about pulling my car half off the road and onto the grass to just blaze by him. But no, he wouldn't let me slip away so easily with such a stunt.
The guy got out of his green Jimmy (I felt so confident in my Ford Explorer [great 4x4 in the snow]) and stood there smugly, my headlights drowning his scraggly figure in his over sized gray sweatshirt and work boots. He was roughly my height and, I thought, if he didn't look like he would maybe vomit on me, I would try to take him. Out of our windows we asked him what his problem was, and, without advancing towards us, he said to back up and go back to the police station where a cop was being sent over. He asked us why we were running. He did not provoke us, but told us to go wait for the police to come, continuing to suggest that we "knew why" he was calling us in. Backing up, I hoped Mr. Crazypants DID call the police, so they would come and take him off our hands.
We bolted around the building to the entrance of the parking lot and fled to my friend's house to call the police, frantically checking my rear view for his lights. An officer came over and talked to us, confirmed the description, immediately recognized the "townie character" and promised he would find and talk to him tonight. After giving him my D.O.B. and other personal stats (cell phone, marital status, preferred romantic restaurant in town), my hero of the night guided me home.
I have never felt so important as when reporting the incident to the dispatch officer on the phone, articulating each action in brief detail. For a moment, it felt as though my glorified car chase through Manchester-by-the-sea was REAL crime-crushing material. As if Annie was putting an end to exploitation, drug trafficking and rape (whoa, no need to applaud yourself there, kiddo). In reality, I drove my friend home safely and got a healthy adrenaline rush from an old drunk Jimmy driver. PRETTY EXCITING STUFF FOR A SMALL TOWN GAL.
When pulling out of my driveway with a friend at 10:30 p.m., we encountered a strange car running in my neighbor's adjoining driveway. I continued to the street, turned towards the main road, en route to my friend's house. The car began to follow us. Five minutes later, it was still proceeding to follow us and across town, the same thing.
Instead of pulling into my friend's driveway, I told her not to be totally alarmed (although I was sweating, playing over chase scenes from The Town in my mind), but that someone had been following us and I was not comfortable dropping her off. We looped back to the main road, moving quickly all the while, crushing speed bumps, and with the pursuant still on our tail. freeeeakin outttt. Once on the main road, I sped towards the police station, because neither of us had cell phones to call the police (I know what you're thinking: social suicide, right? I could've missed, like, two bbms!). Meanwhile, the car behind me is swerving over the double yellow lines, almost scraping my bumper and not slowing donw.
Once peeling into the police station lot, he passed to the right of my parked vehicle, which allowed me to see his car and note the make, color and plates (SCHWING! Points for Annie Bond). A few minutes later, I calmly pulled around the police building to exit the parking lot and came upon the car- parked in the one way exit, lights on, engine running. Twenty feet behind it, I checked the plates again and thought about pulling my car half off the road and onto the grass to just blaze by him. But no, he wouldn't let me slip away so easily with such a stunt.
The guy got out of his green Jimmy (I felt so confident in my Ford Explorer [great 4x4 in the snow]) and stood there smugly, my headlights drowning his scraggly figure in his over sized gray sweatshirt and work boots. He was roughly my height and, I thought, if he didn't look like he would maybe vomit on me, I would try to take him. Out of our windows we asked him what his problem was, and, without advancing towards us, he said to back up and go back to the police station where a cop was being sent over. He asked us why we were running. He did not provoke us, but told us to go wait for the police to come, continuing to suggest that we "knew why" he was calling us in. Backing up, I hoped Mr. Crazypants DID call the police, so they would come and take him off our hands.
We bolted around the building to the entrance of the parking lot and fled to my friend's house to call the police, frantically checking my rear view for his lights. An officer came over and talked to us, confirmed the description, immediately recognized the "townie character" and promised he would find and talk to him tonight. After giving him my D.O.B. and other personal stats (cell phone, marital status, preferred romantic restaurant in town), my hero of the night guided me home.
18.12.10
Talented Teens Perfect Ping Pong Ball Tossing
Last year's freshmen rule the school.
Video published in May, 2010... again, lots of studying during finals week at HC
Elefantes (elephants)
Elephants, with their trunks up, bring good luck!
2.) The Elephant House in Edinbergh, Scotland... great view, lots of elephant accents, where J.K. wrote H.P.
1.) Funky fresh stationary from Small Joys in Bedford, New York.
2.) The Elephant House in Edinbergh, Scotland... great view, lots of elephant accents, where J.K. wrote H.P.
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| I gave this mug to my brother last Christmas. |
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| Don't expect much this year, bud. |
3.) Banksy's art exhibition in a warehouse in Los Angeles, CA
17.12.10
U.S. History Lesson
Just finished my last exam in U.S. History 1890-1945.
Let's review using my candidates from sophomore year's MANuary campaign:
Japan attacked Pearl Harbor on December 7th, 1941.
Russia joins Allies against Germans after Hitler breaks pact with Stalin.
Churchill, Stalin and F.D.R (the man) meet at Yalta Conference to create "island-hopping" territorial takeover in February, 1945.
After murdering approx. 6 million Jews, Hitler commits suicide April 30, 1945.
Let's review using my candidates from sophomore year's MANuary campaign:
Japan attacked Pearl Harbor on December 7th, 1941.
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| Japan |
Churchill, Stalin and F.D.R (the man) meet at Yalta Conference to create "island-hopping" territorial takeover in February, 1945.
After murdering approx. 6 million Jews, Hitler commits suicide April 30, 1945.
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| Germany |
America says goodnight to Japan, dropping 2 a-bombs on August 6 & 9, 1945.
Germany and Japan surrendered and American troops discovered the cruel realities of concentration camps.
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| America |
U.S. claims world economic and political supremacy and
the "freedom to make love to American women."
-Robert Westbrook, Why We Fought.
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