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