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The Good Ol’ Menstrual Cycle! at Street Anatomy
I will not blog about Paris. I will only blog about periods.
It’s true. My elementary school had five pedophile priests in a row - we were like the ‘91 Wolverines of Church rape - and the last one, Fr. Bob Malloy, was definitely Chris Webber.
That would be the priest I had listen to my first confession ever! Finding out about this proved my hunch that if you need to ask God to forgive you for something, it’s best to skip the middleman and just ask him yourself.
This is how our friend Ross decided to announce the fact that his wife was pregnant to the facespace.
A veritable crime against humanity.
It’s time to tear it down
My Brightest Diamond - Freakout (Goldchains remix)
I’ve been in Stockholm all week for research. A few thoughts:
Swedish sounds like fairy language to me.
Swedes are nice. And orderly. At most places one would need to queue up, there is a ticket machine - you know, like at the deli counter.
I can’t handle Swedish creme sauces. They are just too much.
The Nationalmuseum has some of the best animal art ever (like the above “Fox Family” by Bruno Liljefors). Also, Mercury with feathered junk.
Sia - Breathe Me
An Australian friend sent me Sia’s “color the small one” about a year before it was released in the states. The CD arrived right around the time I was cat sitting for a couple that lived in the middle-of-nowhere Vermont. It was later spring/early summer, I had crappy cell phone reception, was about to finish the first year of my masters, and there were lots of thunder storms. The house was both enormous and gorgeous. I used to sit in the sun room, drinking wine and listen to this song as I watched the lightening roll through. I was about to go to Washington DC for a summer internship at the National Gallery. I was in love with a man in Florida. I knew it would never work out it, but I was hanging on, clinging to an ideal.
This album has recently been brought to the forefront of my memory, and when I heard this song again (finally watching the finale of six feet under), I was struck by the way it brought me back to that moment. That house. The wood paneling. The matching orange and white kitties.
I usually associate music with people, but this song just brings me back to the lightening, back lighting the green, green Vermont trees in late May.
So, a few years ago for my birthday, my ex gave me an “African” themed mix CD (my family is South African). On this CD was an awesomely strange dance mix of the South African national anthem, Nkosi Sikelel’ iAfrika.
I have the strongest urge to listen to it, only I seemed to have deleted it. I’m pretty sure I sent the hard copy of the mix back to him in the “I want to be like an eighteenth-century aristocrat” fit I had last summer. (I am finding it funny that this is the only thing I regret having returned.)
If I didn’t, it’s in storage, as is my old laptop, which might have a copy of the song on it.
I’ve been trying to google it, but can’t seem to find it.
Anyone have any idea what I’m talking about? Who it’s by? Where I could get a copy of it?
