cuz you said the brains I had went to my head

Hello everyone!

Words are part of everyone's life, as flower has recently demonstrated , though that post is not really what has inspired this post, and hopefully, other posts to come. Now, as I was saying, Words weave and slither through the depths of all of our inner cupboards and looking glasses of our convoluted minds, so I believe it is time to shake out the carpets and dust out the cobwebs and add a few new words to file away somewhere, ok? 

 first off, we have pogonotrophy, which almost sounds slightly dirty, but really just means beard growing. Just needed to out that there, as I believe I have posted not just once, but twice about beards!

Then, onto ishkabibble. Don't you just love that word? Ishkabibble, ishkaboo! Don't you love me, I love you! Ha... I know my rhyming sucks, don;t be mean ;).

Anyway, it means a dismissive statement. Try saying that next time you want to tell tell someone something's wrong.

Alrightey then,

I'll be off, and goodbye (which actually was made up by shakespeare and is a mishmashed version of god be with you) well, my god, that is!

Title Quote: Oasis, Don't Look Back in Anger

Planets are moving at the speed of light.

President Obama. Well, I do love him, because he's a million times better than Bush, but still, I wonder, how much is he really accomplishing? I know he's working hard and he has so much to fix (it's going to be a hard job after Bush comes through before you) but still, it seems to me that not much is happening. But hold up for a second, because before you start yelling at me about how amazing he is and all and how much he's doing to help the U.S., the world even, I know. And keep in mind that I am only a middle schooler who doesn't have tv. Yes, I read the news and listen to the radio, but I (obviously) do not know the whole story. So, with that said and in mind, here is what I have to say. 

Obama promised, while campaigning, to bring in new, fresh faces to the white house jobs, but instead, he has old people, who, granted, do know how to do their job well, but have also been in this position before and likely will think the same way as before, an look where that got us, right?Then Obama promised to pull the troops out within a certain amount of months, I don't remember how many. But now, he has decided to take it slower, pull them out in a longer number of months, at least 3 more than before. Well, at least he's pulling them out. Or is he? Because I heard on the radio a few days ago that, let's see, Obama has decided to pull troops out of Iraq and into Afghanistan? To pursue Al Qaeda? Isn't that what kept us in this war for so long? Don't you want to end it, not prolong it? Like my father said, though, at least he's searching for him in the right place, unlike Bush. God, to be a soldier and think "finally! I'm coming home!" only to discover that you are actually just being pulled

 out somewhere and placed somewhere else. 

I have more arguments, but now I'm feeling kind of bad about criticizing Obama.  mean, he has a lot on his hands, and He's at least gotten things a little better, whereas if Bush was in his place, he would have only made it worse. I just think maybe he could do a little bit better, but I'm sure he has his reasons.

And last but not least, I have a picture I would like to share, which I find quite funny, which I got from this site. I mean absolutely nothing with it, the least that Obama is like Bush. Just enjoy the genius of it.

Title Quote: Coldplay, Speed of Sound

I am the ocean you are the moon

This is a beautiful, cute, touching movie. Now I know I'm being very gushy but it is soooo cute! It's called "An eye for Annai" And it's about this little dude, Annai, who is looking for--you guessed it!--and eye.

Title Quote : The Foyer, Stentaria

And my eyes are made of crystals Plastic flowers bloom

This is EXTREME. Magnificent. This man, Alan Sailer, shoots pellets into *things* and takes photos of them with a special camera that can photograph things that quickly. You may have seen his work already from a while back on the New York Times Magazine cover with the different vegetable exploding. Here are my two favorite from this site:

These are M&M's being hit and

this one is a pellet breaking glass.

But don't forget to go to the site, because it had a buncha really cool pics! Especially this one where he shot the pellet at a razor blade being held in a clamp, and the pellet was sliced in half!

smash!

**Lola**

Title Quote: Whiskeytown, Paper Moon

Hello? It's me.

I know that I'm lame and all that, but really, I haven't the creativity or strength to make a full-out post today (so I will just let it brew in my head) so instead I will award you with some lolimals, courtesy of icanhascheezburger.com and ihasahotdog.com. Love those sites!

Title Quote: Phoebe, the Redlands

Knights in shining karma will remain

On friday as I was taking the bus home with my friend, we saw out the window, literally, at  least hundred taxi cars, empty and parked, double-parked triple parked (!) by the side of the road. We wondered, and then we saw the men. All of the taxi drivers (strange that you never see taxi women, just taxi men) were standing there, milling around, talking, waiting, their turbans wrapped high on their heads. My friend and I (we'll call her Teddy) were watching with growing curiosity. This had happened once before! Our first day of school, and it had been a half day, just like now, and we had passed by the exact same scene, except we hadn't been on a bus. Curious as to why the bus wasn't coming after twenty minutes of waiting, we had walked on to the next stop, but before reaching it, we had walked by the men and their trusty steeds. Now as we sat in comfort on our bus seats discussing the same scene, the man in front of us turned. He explained that there was a temple, or mosque, or whatever you call the praying thing their religion attended, right next to the bus stop, and all the taximen went there on fridays at around one o clock. That's why we didn't see it every friday, because presumably they were in temple, praying, by then. 

Mystery solved.

So if you ever see a bunch of men in turbans waiting outside a building with triple parked taxis following them from blocks away, you know what it is. The Congregation of the Taxi Men. (I do not mean to offend any of you, taxi mean, if you read my blog.) But just imagine that scene! 

Title Quote: XTC, Knights in Shining Karma

Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar Has given you the call

Alrighty everyone: You may or may not have noticed, but on my profile it now says under the blogs section ANOTHER blog aside from this dear Potpourri. Well click on it! Don't be afraid, it won't hurt! Just maybe slobber all over you a bit. It is a new joint collaboration between izzy from izzyseltzer.blogspot.com and I. Hope you love it!

Honeyfuggler.blogspot.com

Title Quote: Jefferson Airplane, White Rabbit

Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box

AMAZING.

I talked about the thought project just a little while ago, and now I have found an amazing blog, much like it, yet micronized. If that's even a word. Oh, wow, spellcheck says it is. I just invented it. Hmm. The dictionary says: Micronize-break a substance into very fine particles. Ok, well i didn't really mean that but, whatever. 

Anyways!

The blog. Is. Amazing. This man is going up to one random person a day and asking them to describe in three words what their feelings are. He's going to do this for one year, so we get 365 posts. He's on day 24.

this is my favorite one so far. Day 12. The caption:Breathe Freedom Exhale

1PHOTO. 3 WORDS. 365 DAYS...

Title Quote: The Beatles, Across the Universe

Pleading with your eyes gonna make you some peace some day

Title Quote: Queen, We Will Rock You

In the sunshine of your love

Don't try. 

Just be.

She was laying 

on the pavement

resting 

her dark hair shining 

and splayed out

her lips only slightly parted 

in thought 

and understanding.

She was not cold 

you never could be when you lay 

beneath the sun.

She was not angry 

she could not hear the jeering taunts 

for she had beautiful music 

in her ears.

She was not scared

she could not see the children's feet 

poised above her, readying themselves 

to stomp, for her eyes were closed

as she drifted, drifted

peacefully away.

Title Quote: Sunshine of your love, Cream

And It's raining out the window and today it looks like night

Things are not always as they seem.

For example, if you are holding a bar of soap and you reach up to scratch your nose, this may be perceived by someone else as an attempt to eat the soap. But most probably, you are not. Most probably, you are just scratching your nose.

It is often how something is interpreted, and how it is is how it will affect th

e situation. If you even want to think of it that way. I mean, biases as well. When you look at a girl, you may see pink, ballet, flowers, etc. the things that are usually attributed to a girl. But in reality, maybe that girl is actually the the star of a women's football team, and likes nothing more than to burp the alphabet, and can identify every single make of each car on your block and the year it was introduced. You never know. And then you may get that very same girl, I mean, say you like her or something, so you get her a kit for putting pink sparkly rhinestones on everything. Sure, that will impress her. So really, like I said, things are not always as they seem. You know, like, always look at things twice.

I mean, take this woman above, for instance. At first glance she is wearing a dress, no? But look closer. This woman's dress, strangely, is the exact pattern as the wall behind her. strange...

Actually, this woman is naked. Butt-naked, aside from her shoes. But it sure doesn't look like it, on first glance, at least. (The woman was body painted, with paint duh, by the way.)

But that's just in a physical sense. I don't really know where I'm going here, but it's like, on an emotional level too, that the things you assume people are feeling are really just lies, shields, masks, over their really ones, or that you misinterpret what they feel, as anger to be jealousy, impatience to be anxiousness.

And, to touch all or most bases, in the abstract, things are very very often not what they seem to be. I don't really have very good examples or much to say about that, but to be sure, they are there. All I'm saying is, don't be so judgemental at first glance, and don't be so quick to trust or distrust things, look twice, you might find something you hadn't see before. Oh, I guess I better stop blogging and start listening to my own hypocritical advice. Goodbye,

Lola.

Title Quote: Jaymay, Gray or blue

I'm painting my room in a colorful way, and when my mind is wandering there I will go

I feel moody. not bad moody, but like, emotional. not bad emotional, i just have a feeling. It is in me, this feeling, rising and sloshing with my movements, but it does not overflow. Not yet. It is just under the surface, waiting for someone or something to create enough whoosh for it to come up and out. This feeling is happy, yet not altogether so. I am not happy, but my mood has happiness. At any separate moment, I could be happy with sleepy, happy with content, happy with excited, happy with frustration, even happy with sad: bittersweet. 

Which is not to say that I feel bitter, nor do I feel especially sweet, yet that word now means something else: That with happiness or pleasure, there is a tinge of somethi

ng else mixed in as well, something dark and painful or shifting and sad. And with everything, there must be this philosophy, because with one, there must be the other. I think that to have pure happiness, untouched by any other emotion, would cause me to burst. Right open. So, for our safety, there is always something to put a break on a feeling. The other way too. For sadness, there is always something good, something happy, just many people choose not to find it, nor listen to it. And then they are overwhelmed. 

But right now, I am just feeling a lazy happiness, as the birds repeat their songs over and over, yet do not become annoying; as my stomach amicably grumbles for some food, and my feet tingle softly with coolness. And here I am, being lazy, though at any moment, my emotions could change, I guess. I'm not bipolar or anything. I believe that many people, most people, indeed, are this way. I am strongly affected by music, good music, the music I like. And to listen to a sad song is to be sad--I have cried on such songs, and nearly done so on others. To listen to a joyful song is to be joyous, to listen to an angry song is to become enraged. And I wonder at the feelings such simple words and melodies can evoke, and I wonder if the people singing them felt the way I do as I listen. You can usually tell if they don't. 

To sum this post up, I would like to say that I am going to be happy for the rest of the day, though I never will know if it will be shoved to the back, or pushed to the front. I will await the news or happenstances that will change these things as well as I can, and I advice you do, too.

-Lola

Title Quote: The Beatles, Fixing a Hole

Nobody's right if everybody's wrong

"Dammit I'm Mad"

Dammit I'm mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I'm in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level "Mad Dog".
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.
Murder? I'm a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I'm it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I'd assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
"Sir, I deliver. I'm a dog"
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I'm mad.

--Demetri Martin

this poem is a 224 word palindrome, which means that it reads the same way back to front. I applaud the amazing comedian who wrote this. Think of how long it must have taken to make something like this, checking every few words or so to see if it reads back to front, or however you do that sort of thing.
I love palindromes. My favorite, and one of the better known, is "I'm a lasagna hog", which reads, backwards, "go hang a salami". I wonder who spends their life figuring these things out? There must be some kinda trick, like the Rubik's cube....
Also, just wanted to add that a really good palindrome music video is "bob" by weird al yankovic, which he wrote as a spoof on bob dylan's "Subterranean Homesick Blues" and has palindromes as the only lyrics. Look it up on youtube. Ok, toodaloo!

title Quote:Buffalo Springfield, For What it's worth
poem taken from:http://www.pastemagazine.com/articles/2009/02/demetri-martins-palindrome-poem.html

You're checking out the honey, baby You had to go killin' all the bees

Can you hear sounds that only teenagers can?

I can!!!!!!

Title Quote: Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros, Johhny Appleseed

Take a shower, shine your shoes You got no Time to lose

The Snow. 

The snow is lovely.

The snow tastes good, to crunch it in your mouth.

The snow feels good, to roll around in it.

The snow looks

beautiful, sparkling and clean and ready.

The Snow.

I love the snow. So, so much. Winter is my favorite season. I especially like snow today. Why? Because since there is snow, so much snow, ever so much beauteous snow, we have no school. And because we have no school, we have snow to play in. 

And play we did. You can imagine.

I will let you.

Or better yet, there is still time! Time to go out and make your own adventures for others to imagine! go! Go now! before it's too late.........

title quote: Dispatch-the general

And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table

If the Human mind was simple enough to understand, we'd be too simple to understand it.

-Emerson Pugh

Have you ever been walking down the street, and you pass someone who is also walking down the street, and you wonder what they are thinking? What's on their minds on this beautiful day? I know I have. And I also know that a man named Simon Hoegsberg has also wondered this, for he has put together a website, the thought project,  where he has gone to Copenhagen, DEnmark, and New York City and stopped random strangers on the street to ask them what they were thinking about the moment before he interrupted them He then records their response, takes a picture of them, and they go their merry ways. He has 55 of the 150 responses on the site. it's got great design, too. 

I find the site ever so interesting, to peek into people's mind for a few seconds, because most people don't have the courage or think it is rude to stop someone random and ask, literally, "what are you thinking about?" and get this variety of responses. Hmm, I wonder what I would respond if they had asked me.....

Title Quote: Anna Nalick, Breathe (2AM)