Lucky Duck

i would just like to announce -- as i take a quick breather during yet another hazy day of final-paper-writing -- that i am the luckiest girl in the world, because someone loves me enough to make me a container each of rajma and customized tabbouleh for when i'm hungry.

this stuff is delish!

Bullseye Bridal

dailycandy <http://www.dailycandy.com> did a weddings-on-the-cheap special today -- RSVPs online, cupcakes instead of a three-layered white cream monstrosity, the whole shebang.

but, as someone who has lived in 2 cities now that have disproportionate quantities of bridal boutiques (replete with silent, desolate white window displays, and often showing off several dresses i don't think anyone in their right mind would buy) in their downtown neighbourhoods, what really surprised me was this:
<http://www.target.com/b/ref=in_br_display-ladders/602-4643302-5076628?ie=UTF8&node=347006011>

izaak mizrahi wedding wear for under $100. not bad stuff, either. you can order online, with free shipping, and your choices even include a pantsuit in case you want to be all gender-neutral or business-like or whatevs.

wow. now that's the kind of wedding shopping i'd like to be doing. no bling, no crazy bills, no debt.

(i wonder what their return policy would be on this line... and how funny it'd be -- hypothetically, of course -- to see hungover brides coming in the next day to stand in the customer service line, tags still attached.)

(before anyone starts freaking out, no, i will not be picking out a dress to match the $42 ring i wrote about here last year <http://simran.nomadlife.org/2007/09/ring-of-truth.aspx>.)

Ignominy

gautam tambay, you are a shady bugger.

that is all :P

Romeo And Juliet

i remember watching baz luhrmann's william shakespeare's romeo + juliet for the first time 10 years ago, under perfectly delightful circumstances (read: sitting next to my first "boyfriend"). but even without 14-year-old girlishness factored in, shakespeare's text was powerful enough, even to my then-untrained ear, to jet the movie straight to my all-time favourites list. i think leo might have had something to do with it, too (no surprises there...) anyway, the important thing is that i didn't pay much attention at the time to the siren who crooned sultrily at the capulets' ball as a drugged romeo first laid eyes on a fairylike juliet.

fast forward 3 years, to when i finally figured out the significance of sade (and how her name was actually pronounced).

and then cut to another 7 later. the song -- in all its spectacular brevity -- has very unexpectedly made it to the top of my playlist. it may actually be the most intense song i own. [apparently sade may have had something to do with the lyrics -- unclear -- but the voice is that of des'ree. no matter, still hot.] more important thing is that this admission comes from the girl who usually vacillates between trance, hip-hop and hindi remixes. hua kya hai mujhe!?

Kissing You (Love Theme from Romeo + Juliet)

Pride can stand a thousand trials
The strong will never fall
But watching stars without you
My soul cries

Heaving heart is full of pain
Oooh, oooh, the aching
'Cause I'm kissing you, oooh
I'm kissing you, oooh

Touch me deep, pure and true
Give to me forever
'Cause I'm kissing you, oooh
I'm kissing you, oooh

Where are you now
Where are you now
'Cause I'm kissing you
I'm kissing you, oooh

In...

. . . the closet: my imac box, an air mattress that doesn't inflate, and laundry that needs to be folded (stat).
. . . my travels: a trip to new castle, a trip to new york, a trip to old boston, and a wending of my way home.
. . . my piggy bank: numerous quarters, a couple of stray nickels and pennies, and three checks, each for a significant amount of money, from rare book school that (due to complications and logistical irresponsibility) i haven't banked yet.
. . . my bad books: mousies.
. . . my head: derri-damn-he-just-won't-go-away! (and barbara johnson, the "flippin' genius" who clarified some of his key terms for me in her brilliant introduction to dissemination.) god help me if i become a deconstructionist instead of a formal literary historian.
. . . my heart: sandy, my awesome cohort (raf, ash, tekla, dave, rachel, chris, kara, claire, katie, jon, phil, beth, lucia), and my brother.
. . . my bag: library books, wallet, ipod, water bottle, pens/pencils, readings, and part of one of the tines of the plastic fork with which i ate lunch today.
. . . bigtime trouble: if i don't get the reading done for tomorrow.

(expanded from koo's meme, at <http://chapatikid.blogspot.com/2007/10/in.html>)

... Who's Roger?!

"welcome back to the game."

also, and more importantly: the cave, who's on first, integrals, arcade fire/bjork/crowded house, tiny bubbles, c&o, the ugliest sofa in the world, popped collars, hello mr. presumptuous, martin luther, photo booth...

someone owes me some quiche, too.

(if this reads like gibberish, it's because the whole damn thing doesn't make any sense. and yet... so good!)

Acronym Of The Summer

posslq -- persons [of] opposite sex sharing living quarters

my posslq (pronounced poss-el-queue) is cute, sweet, intelligent, funny, a good listener, a total nerd/geek, and a snazzy dresser... and an ice cream fan just like me.

remind me again: why am i leaving virginia in a week?

<3

to my beautiful boy with 4 guitars, 327.5 black t-shirts, and the world's sexiest voice:

thank you for making not only my minute, but also my hour, my day, my week, my month, my year.

<click here for the [ex-rated] rest>
(yeah, it's for him only. what, you think this blog is a public peep show?)

here's to many more years of spiderjay and simphonatic.

plenty of <3s
your little girl

Eight Years

is a long-ass time.

but seriously, thank you, universe. i couldn't have it any other way.