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Matisyahu

I've been avoiding the phenomenon that is Matisyahu, or so I thought. I happened to hear one of his songs today and I realized I was unknowingly listening to him all summer at BMC, and kind of liking it. Weird. I just thought it was normal reggae. Last year M met him when he was handing out fliers in Amherst for a show. M and S had his picture up on their fridge all year long. What's also weird is that he's from White Plains, is the son of my cousin's school teacher, was born the same year I was, and I'm almost positive I hung with him at a Phish show once.
Stranger things have happened. For instance, my friend JM and I drove to Limeston, ME in 1998 for a 2-day Phish bonanza. This was back in my pseudo-dirty trust-fund hippie era. After the 3 day drive in a car that didn't go faster than 60, didn't go in reverse, and had no radio, and a 3 hour wait to get into the parking lot, we parked, stepped out of the car, and were immediately approached by a Hare Krishna man. He was nice, just wanted to give us a book and welcome us. He wished us a good weekend, and went on to talk to some other kids.
This was in August. Fast forward 4 months to December, Christmas time. I'm in LAX with M's mom. She's dropping me off for my flight to NY and we're walking to the gate (back when non-passengers could go to the gates). A man walks up to us, he's a Hare Krishna. He wants to preach something or other to us and M's mom is about to tell him to fuck off when he says, "hey, I know you" to me. No shit. He says he remembers me from the show in ME. Now, I've only known M's mom for a short time at this point and I know she's thinking I'm a crazy find, but she's cool. Just laughs it off and the Hare Krishna man wishes us well and goes on his way.
Now, I love coincidences as much as anyone, but I've always thought this was strange for two reasons. One- besides the movie "Airplane", I've never before, and never again seen a Hare Krishna in an airport. Two- he must have had a photographic memory, cause, yeah I'm cute and all, but there's nothing terribly memorable about me after talking to me for 1 minute.
This really had nothing at all to do with Matisyahu did it? Oh well.
I forgot to update on my fabulous trip to NY. Thank you to all my hospitable hosts. I had a grand time walking the streets with E, eating GF food until I burst, sleeping on J's uber-comfy couch, visiting D in the hospital (not exactly fun, but nice to see him), chilling with M and R in the Slope where the local greeting is 'fuck you', and bonding with my noseless niece. Meow.
I'm tired now.
Good nicht.

שלום־עליכם!

Greetings from Brooklyn.
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It's 9am and I woke up suddenly because I thought I had an assignment due and then I realized I was on break and now I couldn't get back to sleep so I'm sitting on my bro's sofa bed and watching tv. It's 9am, guess what I'm watching?
After breakfast my bro and I are off to explore Park Slope. I'd like to buy some thrift-shop Brooklyny clothing and pretend I'm a hipster all week long. Hey, how many hipsters does it take to screw in a light bulb? ...
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I wish the weather was warmer, but low 40's isn't terrible. I'm sure A! and K are much warmer in their respective spring break locations.
Have a lovely day everyone.

Ooooh

Just kidding. The Registrar's office is full of douche bags. I CAN walk in May. Doo doo doo doo doo doo la la la la laaaaaaaaa (aka: Pomp and Circumstance).

Ahntoisht

This is where I come to bitch. If you want to spend your screen time looking at happy and fluffy things, then I suggest you go here.

So I found out today that I can't attend graduation this May because I won't officially complete my coursework until June. Therefore I am invited to attend the May 2007 graduation ceremony. Fu*k that! I'm pissed.

And in other news, it's cold outside, I'm on-call until 7am, I haven't gotten any work done, my wrist is killing me, I'm tired, and my toilet keeps making weird noises.

Hopefully you're all doing well.

Does anyone read this anymore?

That wasn't Yiddish, but it's OK.
A! and I just went to see my bartender's band. It was nice to be out of the house for once. Lately I've been feeling like a homemaker with no home to make. Just me and K and our microfridge here. I wish I had a gas stove. I would cook all day long if I had a gas stove. I have a feeling NH apartments are full of electric stoves. Food never tastes right when you cook them on those. I'd like to go camping again and cook on a real fire. Tonight on my walk home I could see a few stars in the city sky and I thought about BMC and all the great campfires, marshmallows and night hikes. I was so into my daydream (well, nightdream) that I thought I saw a bear, but alas, it was just a large man crossing the street.
Tonight at the bar the man looked at my ID for about 15 minutes before he let me in. I guess I look pretty young in bar lighting, not that I really look that old.
Tonight at the bar A! and I sat with a bunch of people I work with and they were kind of dull and no one was talking. I need to rock out someday soon. Where should I go to do that?
Regards,
me

mishmash is a Yiddish word!

Dear blog,
My trip to California was so magical. First, we went on a big airplane that served no food. Then we went in a pick-up truck to a far away land called The Valley. This is where rednecks, pornstars, and my boyfriend are from (note: my boyfriend is neither a redneck nor a pornstar, anymore). The first day the temperature was 80. Then it got cold and rained for the remainder of the trip.
We had a nice Jewish Mexican Christmas with latkes and enchiladas, and a whole bunch of presents. After Christmas we drove up north to San Luis Obispo, San Francisco and Sausalito. It rained even harder in these places. I got to see my uncle and some friends. It was way cool.
Boston is still bleak and dirty, but it's nice to be back. Happy New Year.
p.s. Be proud of me. I got straight A's last semester.