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3.31.2001
jamie is the bomb!I love getting random presents!! Yesterday I awoke to find a package full of goodies awaiting me, courtesy of jamie-gimp-no-more. her delectable dried apples, blue chocolate, sparkly candle, and paint-on tatoos made my day. now i must commence the compilation of a care package for my vermont friend.
posted by Phillipa Beane at 1:53 AM
3.29.2001
Can it be?I do believe I've finally settled on the look of this page. I like the colors and the pic -- though of course there is still much fine-tuning to be done. For example, I really would like to have the pic be fixed, and only have the text scroll. I'll get there eventually, I hope. I am so frustrated w/Bush. He is the worst! ARgh. His flat-out refusal to work w/the Kyoto treaty just totally proves how little he cares about the environment. God forbid we sacrifice any of our precious money-making, earth-polluting enterprises. Who needs clean air and water anyway. It's so overrated.
posted by Phillipa Beane at 3:07 AM
TsuyoponThe honey on the left is Tsuyoshi Kusanagi, the dorkiest (and I think cutest) member of SMAP. His singing is oftentimes painful to the ear, he can't make tofu to save his life, and he is the butt of everyone's jokes, but of all five of them--he is the most human. It's refreshing to see such a flawed celebrity. It bodes well for my own chances of being accepted by society at large.
posted by Phillipa Beane at 2:56 AM
3.27.2001
one hen two ducks three squawking geese four limerick oysters five corpulent porpoises six golden rings seven thousand Macedonians in full battle array eight brass monkeys from the sacred, ancient crypts of Egypt nine old men on roller skates who will hall and stall at the corner of the Quibby and the Quay, all at the very same time
posted by Phillipa Beane at 8:51 PM
3.25.2001
Yay! Oscars are finally on tonight! I'm rooting for Crouching Tiger, and for Joaquin Phoenix, but I have a feeling neither will win. Meanwhile, I am again experiencing technical difficulties w/getting an image to show up on this page. Arg.
posted by Phillipa Beane at 2:26 PM
3.24.2001
I know the little goldfish at the top of my page is a cheesy Tripod image that I didn't create myself, but it looks so much like my own goldfish (Conan) that I felt compelled to use it. My own Conan is getting sooo FAT! I try not to overfeed him, but he always waves his tail excitedly whenever I walk past his bowl, so it's hard to resist him.
posted by Phillipa Beane at 2:38 AM
Today’s shopping excursion resulted in the purchase of some Villeroy&Boch coffee mugs. I also finally found the perfect sandals (Steve Madden) but could not justify buying them since they were the only ones in the store not on sale. Yesterday I did get a new top; white w/blue sparkly stripes and turquoise bra straps – it has kind of a punk/sailor look.
I realize it’s still wintry for rest of the country, but here in Fla it’s been summer for a while (in fact, it never stopped being summer). Don’t get me wrong, I’m not gloating over this fact. I hate perpetual warmth. One of the reasons I went to college in upstate NY was so I could enjoy having four seasons a year. I don’t handle cold very well, but I do like bundling up in sweaters and wearing flannel pjs.
I got my monthly video from my uncle in Japan; he tapes my favorite show for me every week. So I spent tonight watching 6 weeks worth of SMAPxSMAP, a variety program starring the five members of SMAP (a Japanese boy-band w/100 times the popularity and talent of the Back Street Boys).
My job hunt for a teaching position in Japan is still fruitless. I have to find something by May, so something had better pop up soon.
posted by Phillipa Beane at 1:44 AM
3.20.2001
I think I could listen to 'Angel' by Dave Matthews for the rest of my life and never tire of it. It's too pretty to describe.
posted by Phillipa Beane at 3:56 PM
Bugger this -- I've spent the last few hours trying to prettify my blog, and blogger is having such issues that I can't tell if I'm doing something wrong or if it's the site's fault that this is so yucky looking. Anyway, I have my new Dave Matthews Band cd on repeat play, and a new Stephen King book to read, so I'm going to give up on the html madness for now and enjoy the rest of the night. I realize that I have yet to actually describe a single one of my dreams, but they've been rather too obviously reflective of my life lately. For instance, I dream constantly about my cat, and in the dream there is always a reason why I can't touch her or hold her or speak to her...there's no obscure symbolism here, my cat died months ago. I've also been having horrible dreams about my 'friends' from college, whom I haven't seen in almost a year. In my dreams they're horrible to me, and that's pretty much how I see them in reality.
posted by Phillipa Beane at 3:16 AM
3.19.2001
Arg. As an html novice, the best I can manage right now is to change the font and text color of this blog.
The splendiferous graphics will come later, one hopes.
Anyone familiar with that ancient comic strip, Little Nemo in Slumberland, will know that Nemo's strange and wonderful dreams are attributed by his parents to the food Nemo consumes before going to sleep.
For anyone interested, here is a list of the things I eat (not all at the same time!) shortly before turning out the light:
-Shrimp Flavored Chips
-Cadberry's candy-coated chocolate eggs
-cheese bagel
-gummi bears
-spicy Japanese crackers
-Toasteds (onion flavor)
and yes, I ALWAYS brush my teeth.
Another factor in my remarkable dreams may be my nightly dose of Conan O'Brian.
He makes me laugh a lot, and there's something about him that just makes me happy -- so maybe all the endorphines released from smiling and laughing screw up my sleeping brainwaves.
posted by Phillipa Beane at 2:37 AM
3.15.2001
I don't think I am unique in this, but I tend to have explicitly vivid, vibrant, absurd dreams. For someone whose day-life is remarkably tame and uneventful, I find that my night-life is unproportionally wild. Sometimes the significance of a dream is obvious, other times I have a hard time believing that my subconscious could harbor such ludicrous, fantastical nonsensia (my own word). And thus the name of my blog, "Slumberland".
posted by Phillipa Beane at 2:52 AM
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