Maple Trees Ain't Got Nothing On My Sap

I'm one of many twenty-somethings that gets a kick out of my false, youthful bravado. I like to tweak anything into a snarky, sarcastic, and ultimately arrogant remark. However, the time has come to admit that I get incredibly weepy, incredibly quickly over the sappiest shit.

Fireflies in summer sunsets, babies learning to walk, muffin paws on cats, Bette Midler's torch songs, movies with talking animals (I'm talking to you "Babe"), wedding ceremonies, and even the occasional Sally Field monologue can tug at my heartstrings.

That being said, it came as no surprise to me tonight when tears flowed without ebb from my eyes when Barack Obama graced the stage at the Democratic National Convention; telling us what he's going to do to get us the fuck out of this National rut and how he intends on doing it.

I know that the whole technologically savvy nation is embarking on a blathering blog frenzy at this very moment, so I'll let them do the hard work of analyzing the logistics of Obama's speech and campaign strategy. I just have to express how I was truly touched...and I'm a natural skeptic of all things and people that dwell for any length of time in the White House. The man reeks of hope, leadership, empathy, and charisma. He has the potential to be a true, historical "great."

Do yourselves and fellow citizens a favor and vote this time around.

It's also worth mentioning that Stevie Wonder's performance made me weepy too.

Ah, Modern Times

Just read this headline in the NY Times Science section:

"Israel to Display the Dead Sea Scrolls on the Internet"

Some things just don't need an addendum.

Maybe I Will, Now That I Think About It.

So, I was just doing my early Saturday morning walk home after a fun night of John Water's cinema at John S. Elhers. I was minding my own P's and Q's, doing my best to be as vigilant as a young lady walking the filthy city streets in the wee hours should be. Slightly ahead of me was some lanky goober with a ponytail.

Suddenly and without notice, Lanky Goober turned around and asked, "You're not going to kill me are you?"

"Uhhhh, no. Didn't cross my mind."

"Bet you've never heard that before," he laughed proudly like he had just uttered an enlightened truth.

He then continued with what appeared to be a drugged up stagger into his apartment building. I'll admit, that last statement of his was true. Although, in retrospect, someone should take care of that guy.

Also, on our subway ride home from Johns, Kari and I saw a bunch of homeboys bouncing on a pogo stick while the train was in motion.

That's all for now. You weird me out in amusing ways sometimes, New York.