Is he a dot, or is he a speck? When he's underwater, does he get wet?

we were talking about this, and WARNING! it might gross you out a little, so it is not for the faint of heart, but I find it pretty interesting, and so I looked it up on glorious wikipedia, and it seems other people were pretty interested as well. I present to you: MIKE, THE HEADLESS CHICKEN

Title Quote: They Migh Be Giants, Particle Man

Your secondary stumbles cause the cadence of the count

This is my thought on people who tell other people to get a life:

people who tell other people to get a life have no life because if they did, they wouldn't be around to tell people who had no life to get a life.

makes perfect sense, no?

Title Quote: Pavement, the Hexx

with our dreams entwined together

She watched her reflection in the streams of light filtering through the half closed blinds on her windows. The bed she was lying on felt unstable, as if rocking on the sea, about to pitch over. that would explain her nauseousness. She imagined, idly, that a poisonous viper had been let loose from the zoo that day and had slithered in to reach her the same way the light had, and now, it was resting on her, curled tightly around her legs. That would explain  why she could not move them. But then she chuckled at herself, chiding gently, in the place of a nanny, that she should be so silly as to think it was a viper causing that. It would have to be a pretty old viper, for it would have been curled around her legs for many months. It must be pretty hungry by now, she thought. But here she stopped, for she knew she had crawled to deep inside her mind and laughed too loudly into its tunnels. She repressed the trembles that started from her left eyebrow, and proceeded to ripple and contort her whole face with fear. She looked for her reflection in the light again, but all she saw was darkness.

Title quote: Cowboy junkies, to lay me down

when I go fishing for the words I am wishing you would say to me

I was IM-ing with a friend yesterday, and I mention that I might go and read a book, since I was getting bored being on the computer. She was horrified. She said that she nor her friends(she's a camp friend so she has different friends than me)had ever met anyone, let alone they themselves that read just for the fun of it. Now, I was horrified. I told her that reading books was amazing, that you could have so many adventures. She said what adventures? She said what do you mean? I said that you could disappear into another world, befriend a talking pig and meet a dwarf on a mountain! She said ewww... I was disappointed. I understand that not everyone likes that sort of setting, but we had somewhat the same conversation for other genres as well. she was not convinced that reading was something to do voluntarily. I understand that many people don't like reading, but my grandmother is always worrying that it's much worse now, because you don't need to buy books anymore, there's so much electronic stuff to do now. Watch TV, play a video game, Spend hours online, anything but reading a book. Yes, there are people who read online, obviously, you're one of them, you're reading my blog!--But I fear that there are a lot less readers than there really should be. I don't like the Twilight series, but if it gets people to read, than I'm all for it!

But really, there's so much to read, so many adventures to take part in! So much drama, action, romance, and craziness to experience, there's not enough time to also sit and watch TV! Get your butts into a good reading chair and start something! Go! Now! I'm going to right this minute.

Bookishly and Nerdily yours,

Lola

Title Quote: Cake, friend is a four letter word

Lighting trees in darkness, learning new ways from the old

Today is the winter solstice. Every year, My [immediate] family celebrate the shortest day by having an almost sorta thanksgiving but without all the bogusness and lots of family, and turkey. We also give gifts. we get a solstice tree each year, though its more of one of those mini-trees that are less than a foot high, and we have this little ikea string of lights that is just the right size to string around a less than a foot high tree. We sit and eat a small yet delicious meal that my talented father cooks, like every night, and then we turn off the lights, light candles and sometimes incense, and give gifts and hold hands and talk about what we're thankful for.

Solstice is pagan. Christmas was inspired from it. The started the fire and candles hung from trees, and the Christians took it and strung lights on their trees. Then the Jews started giving gifts at Hannukah because that's what they did at christmas. It all stemmed from Solstice. I hope I'm not offending you when I say that. Religion is such a touchy subject.

Solstice was started back when people were what you would call barbarians. They were worried that on solstice, when the sun left so quickly, that it would never return, so they lit fires and held hands and sang in hope that the sun would come back. And what do you know, in the morning, there it was! people would journey to stonehenge every solstice to see the sun rising in the morning. That is what I would like to do some solstice. To watch the sun come up once more with all the people I love.

And for all you guys that understand that feeling I've described, who understand the meaning of Solstice, and even for the ones who don't who don't even particularly respect it, but at the very least are interested by it, Here is a wallpaper, the very one I'm using on my computer. I;m sorry I can't give the artist credit, but I've forgotten where I got it. 

happy solstice,

Lola.

Title Quote: Dar Williams, the Christians and the Pagans

Well I told you I loved you now what more can I do

I am a strong believer of love.

people need it, want it, have it, steal it, create it, lose it, find it, reinvent it, and so on.

I think that it would be wonderful if love was what made the world go round. But no, I think what really does is money, and the things that come with it: power, fame, success, "friends", "love". I say the last two with quotation marks because I believe that the "friendship" or "love" that you get from money is not quite real. When someone becomes friends with someone else because they're rich, powerful, popular, or any of the other things listed, is it real friendship? I mean, certainly if after you get to know the person and you like them for who they are, not what they have, you are a true friend. But I believe that for no reason otherwise should you be a friend to someone except for that you enjoy who they are.  

But back to love.

I mean, not really back to love, because there is also hate to talk about.

Hate is a strong word, believe me, I know, but so is love, just as much, though I don't think it's respected as such quite as much as it should be, even or especially by me.

I feel like it's great to remind the people you love that you love them, but if you say it too much, it means nothing, or close to it. The same with hate, even though you don't really think it, because people are always"omg, i hate u!" or, "and I really hate that." That takes away from hate. This brings me to the fact that love and hate cannot exist without each other. If one or the other ruled, there would be complete unbalance, as there is or was in many places. I'm sorry to say, but love is not the answer, and I guess i don't really wish it made the world go round. At least, not without a little bit of hate.

Love and hate is like a yin-yang, as my friend flower pointed out. Like good and evil, they need to keep together and balance each other out. I could write a whole lot more about love, but this post is getting i n c r e d i b l y long, and my hands are freezing(they get very cold, even colder than usual, when I type)so I will bid thee a farewell.

*Love*,

Lola

Title Quote: Beth Orton, Sugar Boy

Do what you want to do And go where you're going to

Susanna-Cole of Girl Meets Nyc recently advised me and other such bloggers about making our blogs as awesome as hers. She said that "in order to make your blog more like mine, make it less like mine."

So that is what I will do, exercise my individuality. I like to think of myself as unique, not weird.

As I told my brother, " use the U word, not the doubleU word."

:)

I know, pretty corny. But I like it.

In other news/revelations,

Last night my dad had two friends over. I expect they were twenty-somethings, but it was hard to tell. They were both from Colombia(yes I spelled it right, its not the college but the place) and their english was a bit weird. I mean, they spoke and understood well enough, but it really interested me that you can talk about all these things, that other people know of, but they don't know the English word for it. Dandelions for example. Their word for it literally translated into "lion's tooth". Also plungers, thistles, and twigs. And they had never had artichokes before, which I guess is not unusual, but I find surprising.

The whole experience really reminded me that everyone is so different, and it made me realize and remember that there are so many cultures and people that I don't know, when here I was, not even considering the fact that practically every single person I know has been brought up knowing the same language and culture that I was brought up knowing!

Title Quote: The Beatles, Think for yourself

Is a bell ringing in my head?

To whomever actually reads this blog, if anyone--

I would like to explain my slightly unusual blogging habits.

I am a teensy bit of a procrastinator, and so I don't blog as often as I might.

But I also want to say, that blogging just to blog is NOT MY THING.

I blog because there is something to blog about, and if there isn't then I don't blog.

it's that simple.

So, if you can't abide having to wait around, not knowing when a little present of a post might come, then I suggest that you don't read this bog, for that is how it will be.

Please forgive me for not actually saying anything awesome! Please? This puppy begs you to!

As unpredictable as ever,

Lola

Title Quote: Michelle Shocked, 5 AM in Amsterdam

dodododo cant wait to get a mouth full waffles

I know that the post with the waffles was from a while ago, but I have only just found the pics for it, and I just HAVE to post them.

Title Quote:Parry Grip, Do You like waffles?

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.

yesterday wass John Lennon's deathday anniversary.
i don't really have much to say about it, but i'm going to risk sounding really stupid by saying that it really is so horrible, and especially so because he was my favorite, and now i can't meet him while he's shopping for groceries in the supermarket.
You see, that's how my dad met Paul McCartney.
So there, it proves that he was NOT run over by a cab. Hah!
(for anyone who doesn't know this, a lot of people believe that Paul was killed by a taxi that ran over him, and that the Beatles had someone pose as him to keep the band going. This was fueled by the end lyrics of While My Guitar Gently Weeps where supposedly they are shouting oh, paul, oh, paul, oh, paul, but i think they are really just saying oh, yeah. Also, on one of the album covers, I don't remember which one, paul was the only one whose back was turned while everyone else's face was showing.)
Death Cab for cutie is called that b/c THEY thought that paul was run over by a taxicab, and they thought he was cute, like many others. so there!
Paul MCARTNEY LIVES!
MWAHAHAHAHA!

Oh, i've really just said one sentence about John and then monologued about Paul.

That's how my life is, really.

Oh well. :) I guess I'll have to add a pic of him too, now.

Title Quote: The Beatles, Strawberry Fields

Shoot your honey dove

I have a confession to make.
you see, I like guy movies.
and I'm a girl.
now, you may be thinking, "so what? That is so sexist of you to make it some confession or something!"
that's why I am talking about it. And it might interest you.
All of my friends hate guy movies--you know, guns, shooting, car chases, that sort of stuff.
I live in a house surrounded by boys, and so we watch a lot of movies like that.
I love them! They are so exciting, with the action that you don't find in chick flicks.

I think that all girls that like guy movies should start a club, for want of a better word. This is my amazing epiphany. and we should talk about our favorite guy movies (mine is Hot Fuzz) and it would be awesome!

I always get hyped up about cool ideas, though I never really get the done.

maybe i will make a website just for this, but I doubt it, so anyone here reading this who thinks its a good idea should do something about it!

yeah!

Title Quote: Elysian Fields, Sugarplum Arches

feral children hear what no one knows

sorry i have been gone so long, just got a bit of blogger's block.

but I have just had a bit of inspiration!

I was talking to my father last night about this....

it's called the horseradish cheese scale.

It comes from an experience I had when my great aunt took me to meet her friends and they fed us horseradish cheese. I mean, really! They obviously were not good with children. They had none, never have, are really aren't ever gonna.

So, the horseradish cheese scale measures how well you know children, are good with them, and if you would feed them horseradish cheese or not. 1 being the least like to feed someone that nasty stuff, and 10 being he most likely.

it's lots of fun to rate all the grownups and future grownup you know, if only to say horseradish cheese!

++= Now really, what kid in their right mind would want to eat

cheese made out of that?

my sincerest,

Lola bellybutton

Title Quote: Beth Orton, Feral

Keeping an eye on the world going by my window

There are all sorts of things that I am contemplating at the moment, but here are two Taoist ones that I thought might make people think, because even if you're in your own world, (which you obviously are somewhat in if you are on the computer reading this) you have to look up and see all the other things happening, and this is what I saw, when I looked up.

if you want to be given everything, give everything up.
A little extreme, I know, but maybe if you give a little up, maybe you'll be given a little in return.

to be happy, you must accept yourself as you are.
This is completely right, and so simple, but so many people just don't see what's right in their faces. I'm trying very hard to do exactly this, but it is so hard in the world that we live in today.

I hope these two thoughts carry through with you on your day, your journey (look at me, I'm being philosophical and poetic!) and I hope they will make you think.

the very best,
lola bellybutton

Title Quote: The Beatles, I'm only sleeping

zooropa, a bluer kind of white

well, that was an amazing election.

for anyone who has not seen Obama's A-mazing speech, you better! I couldn't find the video for it on the internet, but if you spend five minutes, you will.

I can't believe I was around to witness history in the making. It's a great feeling, and I'm gonna save the newspaper just like my grandfather did of the kenn

edy assassination(except this is good news!) to show to my grandchildren so they can show it for extra credit when they learn about this in school. I know you have probably heard this a million times already, but I am proud to be an american.

Title Quote: U2, Zooropa

if everyone could vote

my awesome friend sent me this url, and it's this site some icelanders made where you either vote for obama or mccain by pressing a button and see who would win if everyone could vote. Please vote! then click on the results afterwards.

and also, just thought this fit in perfectly with my blog.

here's my most favoritest obama quote---

"Why can't I just eat my waffle?"

-Barack Obama, after being asked a foreign policy question by a reporter while visiting a diner in pennsylvania.

The cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes

two nights ago my friend from LA visited. She brought along dried persimmons from her tree. Mmm. Especially with a piece of chocolate. If you haven't tried it, you must! It's divine.

Also---

look at this picture I found wandering around.

Title Quote: The doors, Soul Kitchen

Picture Credit: Worth1000.com

so I quit the police department, got myself a steady job

Last weekend, my family and I went out to the Queens Flushing Mall(we live in Manhattan). It is the most amazing place. Once you're in there, it's like you've gone to China. If someone blindfolded me and drove me around for a while and told me I was in another country, save for the Starbucks around the corner. I have never been so relieved to see a Starbucks in my life. So you get into the mall, and immediately you are met with an enormous bridal shop. You walk up this twisty-turny staircase with glass walls, and you are on a balcony, over looking the food court. When you go to the bathroom, there are signs telling you not to vomit in the sinks, please. Seriously! Then there is this wonderful little chinese food store that has all sorts of strange ingredients that my dad felt he must buy though who knows when he will use them. And past that is... Toyqube! It's part of a whole not-so-underground-any-longer vinyl toy thing, that started with the japanese, like so many other things. There are other little toys to be gotten, at places like strangekiss or kidrobot. But, going on, we come to the food!

There is a man pulling noodles--he takes a lump of dough and stretches it, folds

it over, stretches, folds over, and twirls, till there are lots over very long strands of noodles, which he then plops into a ginormous vat of soup. omg, delicious! Then fried dough sticks--literally, that's all they are, no sugar or anything! and then the bean fish. these soft cookie things in the shapes of fish with this sweet bean paste in the middle. to die for! And, if you think it can't get better, there is also a 99 cents store, where everything is actually 99 cents! A miracle!

Title Quote: The Beatles, She came in through the bathroom window

turning into butterflies above our nation

So, I think I will start by talking about Halloween, the time where we all(except the partypoopers) dress up and go to get candy, or, if they are grown up, give candy. Or go to parties or host parties. But that's besides the point! The point is, My friends and I (we are all in the seventh grade at the best school ever) are going to be peace love and happiness. I'm love. I don't want to wear just a cut out haert, I'd much rather be something that would symbolize it, like my friend Sema, who is being peace, is wearing a long ty-died shirt and a long white wig, which says peace quite well, but doesn't have peace signs everywhere. I, on the other hand, do not have that talent, and I am stuck, aside from this picture--

but, you know. This post has become a boring flop. I should work on that, but I have not time now. so, toodles!

Lola

Title Quote: Written By Joni Mitchell, woodstock(though I was thinking about the csny version)

Lalala

hi all!

welcome to this most wonderful blog. Potpourri means a little bit of everything, and that is pretty much what this is. I, Lola Bellybutton, am going to be posting websites, pics, thoughts, poems, etc. here, whenever I feel like it. I do hope you appreciate the thoughts and scribbles!

Love, Lola.

Title Quote: Victor Wooten, lotta Stuffis?