October 2010
25 posts
WHO FINISHED THE LAST REGREIGERATED DIET COKE WITHOUT CHILLING ANOTHER ONE??
I see how it is. It’s on, madre.
The voicemail I woke up to this morning. Whose Amy? What trust? And why, when my voicemail picks up and says my name, did this gentleman still choose to leave a message for someone else?
I can’t even describe how amazing it is to start my day on such a ridiculous note. Mmmbyenow.
I challenge you to go through old love letters (or post-it notes, napkins, backs of receipt papers, etc as I have received one official love letter in my entire life) and not get a trifle nostalgic. It doesn’t even matter if the trinket is from anyone particularly meaningful from your past; sometimes those are the most poignant. So often it is the ending of a romance that remains the lasting impression but how I love to rifle through these scribbles ripe with excitement, possibility, lust, and optimism.
In the first chapter, I was greeted by this bloodbath of a paragraph.
It doesn’t matter that Coldplay is absolutely the shittiest fucking band I’ve ever heard in my entire fucking life, or that they sound like a mediocre photocopy of Travis (who sound like a mediocre photocopy of Radiohead), or that their greatest fucking artistic achievement is a video where their blandly attractive frontman walks on a beach on a cloudy fucking afternoon. None of that matters. What matters is that Coldplay manufactures fake love as frenetically as the Ford fucking Motor Company manufactures Mustangs, and that’s all this woman heard. “For you I bleed myself dry,” sang their blockhead vocalist, brilliantly informing us that stars in the sky are, in fact, yellow. How am I going to compete with that shit? That sleepy-eyed bozo isn’t even making sense. He’s just pouring fabricated emotions over four gloomy guitar chords, and it ends up sounding like love.
Yes I listen to Coldplay sometimes but tell me Klosterman isn’t spot on with this.
Cultural and spiritual significance Fig trees have profoundly influenced culture through several religious traditions. Among the more famous species are the Sacred Fig tree (Peepul, Bodhi, Bo, or Po, Ficus religiosa) and the Banyan Fig (Ficus benghalensis). The oldest living plant of known planting date is a Ficus religiosa tree known as the Sri Maha Bodhi planted in the temple at Anuradhapura, Sri Lanka by King Tissa in 288 BC. It is one of the two sacred trees of Islam, and there is a sura in Quran named “The Fig” or At-Tin (سوره تین), and in East Asia, figs are pivotal in Buddhism, Hinduism and Jainism. Siddhārtha Gautama, the Supreme Buddha, is traditionally held to have found bodhi (enlightenment) while meditating under a Sacred Fig (F. religiosa). The same species was Ashvastha, the “world tree” of Hinduism. The Plaksa Pra-sravana was said to be a fig tree between the roots of which the Sarasvati River sprang forth; it is usually held to be a Sacred Fig but more probably seems to be a Wavy-leaved Fig (F. infectoria). The Common Fig tree is cited in theBible, where in Genesis 3:7, Adam and Eve cover their nakedness with fig leaves. The fig fruit is also included in the list of food found in the Promised Land, according to the Torah (Deut. 8). Other important plants reported included: wheat, barley, grapes, pomegranates, olives, and dates (representing the honey). Jesus cursed a fig tree for bearing no fruit (Mark 11:12-14). The fig tree was sacred in ancient Cyprus where it was a symbol of fertility.
Look at people freaking out about figs.
Just saw The Social Network, which was much better than I had anticipated, mostly due to Aaron Sorkin’s incredible script. Made me ohsoglad I no longer use the stalker network.