Divulgeblog

B-list Celebrity Sighting

2006-10-17T21:26:00.000-04:00

So Smoothface Guapo and I went to see Built to Spill for his birthday this past weekend. It was a sold-out show, and when we got there we noticed someone being turned away. Guess who? You'll never guess. I'll give you a hint:

"You think anybody wants a roundhouse kick to the face while I'm wearing these bad boys?"

Still don't know? How about this:

"I'll tell you what I'd do, man: two chicks at the same time, man."

My god. If you office types didn't get that one you're a disgrace to the cube you're sitting in.

Anyhow, this was a notable event for me. The only other white celebrity I've ever seen in Atlanta that wasn't on a stage was Andrew Shue. And he was eating at a sub shop.

It was strange, but what's so strange about that? =)

Resistential Edifice

2006-10-11T22:52:00.000-04:00

Bore what? Bore a hole? You're a bore? I'm a bore?
What? The last one??? Well FUCK YOU, BUILDING!

(I'll not hear from a building that I'm a bore, thank you very much.)

Hypothesis: My Cat Likes Having Her Picture Taken!

2006-10-11T22:38:00.000-04:00

I can now safely conclude that my hypothesis is false.

Chivalry is NOT dead, my friends

2006-10-05T21:23:00.000-04:00

Isn't this polite? Smoothface guapo took this photo some time ago. Apparently someone saw and perhaps even stepped on the dead rat here (looks more like a mouse, but whatever) and decided to warn others. I applaud this behavior. Don't you? I mean, it is kind of hard to see. And what if you were wearing stilettos or something? Yuck.

Restoring your faith in humanity one dead rat at a time,
Anita

My feet are more reliable anyways

2006-10-02T22:02:00.000-04:00

So I'm not on the MARTA anymore. Every day I hop on the bicicleta and ra-dee-da to downtown A-T-L. Truth be told I hate the train and am glad not to have to ride it anymore. It smells like pee. Plus people are generally assholes and I'd rather not have to be so near them. So although I have no insurance now and taxi cabs occasionally try to hit me and I had to scream "FUCK YOU BITCH!" at the top of my lungs last week at some cunt who tried to run over me in her old-ass Volvo that I ended up zooming past when she got stuck in the rubberneck up by Peachtree, the bike is much less irksome.

However, there will be no more MARTA pictures from now on. Not that that's ever why any of you came here in the first place. Thank god you guys have never seen my sweet ass or I'd need a bodyguard.

I Rode the Great Space Coaster Back

2006-09-27T21:30:00.000-04:00

While teaching how to structure a paper about Theme for English B by Langston Hughes, the brattiest boy in my class piped up and said that nobody really learns anything in college. I rolled my eyes and continued the lesson.

The next piece we covered was Robert Herrick's "To The Virgins, To Make Much of Time." For those of you unfamiliar with the poem, Herrick was a 17th-century chaplain who wrote erotic Renaissance verse. The first stanza goes:

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.

I asked the class, "Okay, kiddoes" (yes, I call 'em "kiddoes"), "why would virgins be associated with rosebuds?"

Braving the giggles, my one Taiwanese student timidly said, "Because she's still got. . .because they've still got. . . " while making a motion with his hand like he was holding a baseball.

"The HYMEN?" I said loudly.

Bless his heart. The class was roaring with laughter and the kid turned beet red.

Amid the dying laughter, the bratty boy asked, "what's a hymen?"

"SEE! You're learning already!" remarked the quick witted Professor Anita.

I Love You, I Just Need Some Space

2006-08-08T19:46:00.000-04:00

Look, I'm not sure when I'll be back, but I'm not quitting. I'm just in sort of a transitional phase with my job and all. Quite frankly the blogosphere is too interesting a distraction, and I gotta be on the ball with some of this. You'll know I'm back when I start making smartass comments on your blogs again. Just didn't wanna leave my blogger peeps hangin'.

Much love,
Anita

Population Sign

2006-08-06T18:52:00.000-04:00

Can you read that? It says 4,864,802. No wonder it seems like this town is riddled with assholes somedays. Law of averages says it must be.

And I Think Our State Woman is the Sarcastic Bitch, but Who Knows

2006-08-03T23:10:00.000-04:00

Heeere whalie, whalie!

Atlanta has this whale mural because the Right whale (stupidest name for a whale EVAH) is Georgia's official marine animal. What is your state's official marine animal?

Can I Buy a Vowel?

2006-07-31T21:17:00.000-04:00

On the heels of a not-so-popular shit story (probably because shit isn't sexy or something), I'm going to go out on a limb and post this.

Running through the School of music because I was late for class I caught sight of this little gem of collegiate delinquency. As a professor, I probably should have sighed and shook my head and mumbled something about the disrespectful attitude of today's youth. Instead, I laughed.

P.S. I've decided I'm totally going to accept late papers.

Shit Sauna

2006-07-28T14:13:00.000-04:00

The idea for this post is completely stolen from Bugwit Homilies.

Crappy Roomate challenge
My sophmore year of college I moved in with this girl I vaguely knew from High school. She turned out to be a real slob. Dirty dishes piled in the sink, dirty clothes on the bathroom floor, leaving her shit out everywhere and never cleaning up - standard stuff, but nothing worth getting in a fuss about.

Well, the 2 br, single bathroom house we rented didn't have central heating/air (only one small window unit), and right before spring break we were both leaving for vacation and Athens was hitting highs of around 95-100. I left for vacation the day before she did, shutting off the one window unit and letting the house with absolutely no trees in the yard swell up to 100 degrees inside. When I returned 7 days later I walked into the thickest, humidest, most horrid smell I had ever smelled in my whole life. Thinking she'd left a whole meatloaf or something out, I looked in the kitchen. Nothing. I then espied on the coffee table amongst her things a note. The note said:

Anita,

The toilet is clogged and I
didn't have time to go get
a plunger. Sorry.

Kelli

I then had to go get a plunger (which required walking across the street to a convenient store) and plunge her shit out of the toilet. The toilet was full up to the rim of shit. Regardless of the finesse with which I eased the plunger in, the shitty water would not stay in the bowl and seeped out over the edges. "Fuck it," I thought and began plunging, ignoring (not without some difficulty) the abundantly spattering shit and shitty water. By the time I was done there was shit EVERYWHERE. Our small window unit had not cooled off the house yet either, so by this point there was someone else's shit that I was pissed off at melting on my face in 100 degree weather. After a vigorous, exfoliating shower and a long cold rinse, I fished around for every contact number she left me: her boyfriend's house and cell, her mom's house and cell, and even her boyfriend's parents house. I supressed my rage, dialed each number and left the same sweet message on all their machines for them to come back to tomorrow when they got back from vacation:

Hi there! This is Anita, Kelli's roomate. I was just looking for Kelli because she left me this note right before spring break. (read note.) I just wanted to let her know that it was 100 degrees in our house when I got back and the toilet was full to the rim of her feces which created a shit sauna of sorts in the house and, due to my desire to use the restroom myself and my desire not to smell Kelli's shit for another day, I had to plunge and mop up this feces off the bathroom floor the minute I got home from what was a wonderful vacation. Thank you!

On top of the embarrasment, you better believe that girl got ripped a new one when she got home. Have a nice weekend, sweeties.

Like a Big Gold Tooth

2006-07-26T07:44:00.000-04:00

This is the capitol building in downtown A-T-L. Why do humans do this? I mean, I get that it's a display of wealth and prosperity, but it's just so utterly garish. Like a big spinning rim on the reckless H2 that is our government. Damn I love my own resplendent metaphors.

And be aware that the preceding references are less intended to mock the uneducated extremely-sudden noveau riche making wasteful purchases than they are to mock our government.

Sometimes Smoothface Guapo and I Have a Party for No Reason at All

2006-07-23T20:18:00.000-04:00

Damn it was humid. This is one of the views from the park before the party started. The park is in midtown and I think there was some sort of AIDS fundraiser nearby and they were blaring horrendous pop-based techno remixes over by the bridge. I did AIDS walk last year and I swear they play that Night at the Roxbury type techno music at every AIDS function. Poor AIDS victims. I guess it's not bad enough they have a terminal illness; they have to listen to that god-awful repetitive music until they die. But what do I know - maybe that just makes death seem a little sweeter.

Nobody was corralled for very long and I didn't exactly carry my camera around. I snapped this shot while some of us were eating. We had chips and brought charcoal, etc. but that lady to the right in blue (Gina) outdid herself and brought all manner of delectable eats. She made, among other thigs, a dish we referred to as "Stealing Smoothface Guapo" which I swear she made to steal my man because she artfully combined all the stuff she knows he likes. The bitch can COOK! Altogether around 20 people showed up and this shot was taken directly before a rousing game of kickball (we brought cones) and a while after a rather drunken game of futbol in which yours truly had to lay down for a minute because I thought I was going to die. Drunken futbol in 90-something degree weather produces excellent palpitations, for those of you interested.

These two fool-actin' white girls are Lindsey and Jackie. Lindsey is a former roomate from college and Jackie is a dance hall junkie. Lindsey let me live in her sunroom when I was on unemployment and Jackie calls everybody "mama" as a term of endearment. I'd take a non-fatal bullet for either one of these girls. They're both drinking special Sangria made by Smoothface Guapo. Deeeee-lish!

And fast-forward. . .

to sunset. I won't bore you anymore with details but we had a lot of fun and didn't get thrown out of the park, so mission accomplished. And actually the only photos I took were the ones I posted. I hate being behind a camera during a party. That's all.

Sorry you couldn't be there. Enjoy your Monday, kiddoes.

Like a rock star

2006-07-21T10:06:00.000-04:00

Okay, I've been a little aloof lately because Smoothface Guapo and I are throwing a party tomorrow at the park and I've been a little preoccupied with that. If you're one of my friends IRL and you didn't know about this it's not that we don't love you it's just that we're airheads. You know this about us and therefore this absolves us of guilt so just call me. Anyhow I actually have evidence to support the airhead thing. We tried to send out invitations last week (yeah, I know, big advance notice right?) and get this - forgot to put the date on the homemade invitations. The invitations were made out of construction paper and we pulled out old stickers and plastered them all over the invitations. We're so ghetto.

So Sunday night I'll post pictures of the party. That's fun, right? You can see what sort of ~~losers~~ cool people I hang out with and judge me by their appearances? You guys like that, right? I do.

Oh, so if any of you are going to be in Atlanta tomorrow stop by. There will be punch and pie.

Poetic Diversion

2006-07-19T09:25:00.000-04:00

This is some of the more accessible stuff we've been talking about in class, and I thought I'd share it with you. Yes, YOU, you lucky dog! You and only you! YOU are very special to Anita!

Ahem. The class is a Renaissance poetry teaching class - as in we're being shown different methods by which we can teach Renaissance poetry in various classroom settings (i.e. to high schoolers, college students, etc.) I've taken Shakespeare before, but only plays and such so this is all new to me. I'm amazed at how completely "inappropriate" he is for his time. Most poetry in the 16 and 1700s was erotic love poetry or pastoral lyric stuff. In this sonnet sequence he even explicitly references his mistress's VD in terms of it burning. Raucous! To the point:

130
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red, than her lips red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,
As any she belied with false compare.

Thought: My GOD! He might as well have called her fat.

138
When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutored youth,
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed:
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O! love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love, loves not to have years told:
Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.

Thought: We've all been there. Hell, 400 years later we're still writing pop songs about this shit.

Grumpy

2006-07-17T07:44:00.000-04:00

I forgot that I said I would substitute teach for one of my professors this week so I had to come in at 6:30 this morning in order to leave in time to get to school- meaning I had to wake up at 5:45 to get here.

5:45 is way too fucking early to be awake. Is all.

BTW this comes up when you Google "early." I'm assuming it's early Renaissance dance. It's too early for that, too. Sorry. You're not gettin' much from me today. I'll be back tomorrow when I'm wittier, I swear.

Ummm. Yeah.

2006-07-14T00:09:00.000-04:00

I had to sign this to be employed at the University. I worked for another, bigger state university ~10 years ago and I'm assuming this is a post 9/11 thing:

(I cut it off a little, but it says that I "do hereby solemnly swear and affirm that I will support the Constitution of the United States and the Constitution of the State of Georgia")

Riiiiiight. It's not like I thought twice before signing it or anything, it just seems superfluous. If I were a terrorist this totally would have stopped me. I just don't understand. Does signing this just allow our justice department to tack on a few extra years to your conviction or something? And it's not like someone determined to stage a coup d'état would be "so moral" as not to sign this. Like I said, superfluous.

And what if they succeed in amending the constitution to ban gay marriage? Will I have to re-sign because it's changed? Or am I "grandfathered" in? Hopefully that's not something that will ever come up. If it does I'm sure I'll post about how shitty that whole business is and link back to this to prove how visionary I am.

Professor Anita

2006-07-13T10:01:00.000-04:00

I put in my notice at the job. My last day will be August 16th. I scored a TA job teaching freshman English which not only waives my tuition but also gets me a stipend. Not to mention that this also helps me get some college-level teaching experience before I move to Spain. This is good stuff, people. Good stuff.

The best part is that I get to TA with my grad school BFF, Moxy. We're already discussing what types of liquor we'd like to store in our offices.

I'm going to get so many fucking apples.

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Addendum inspired by BV:

BAD SOOOOOO BAAAAD.
I'm hot for teacher!

Dopez was kidding, he meant, "loves you"

2006-07-09T19:43:00.000-04:00

Sometimes you decide on the spur of the moment to have a yard sale with a couple and two wonderfully humored gay men in your building and while sitting around you get hot because its 95 degrees and so you start to drink cold beer and before you know it you're drunk and then everyone starts wearing each other's stuff and incorporating things on the street as accessories. For instance, George here is modeling an army helmet liner while sporting an oven door that, the broken oven having been left on the corner overnight, someone tagged.

Have a lovely day, kiddoes.

zap

2006-07-07T14:24:00.000-04:00

I almost bought this today.

But then I realized that, on camping trips, I would be tempted to hit, oh, I don't know...my friends, Smoothface Guapo, a raccoon, or even myself with it to see what it would do or how bad it would hurt. I did the responsible, adult thing and closed the browser.

Anita's growing up, y'all.

money I probably should have donated to charity or something

2006-07-06T10:06:00.000-04:00

I "won" a gameboy advance sp on ebay yesterday for $75. It comes with 4 games: Super Mario 3/Advance, Konami Arcade Advance, Monopoly and Midway's Greatest Arcade Hits (the unit was previously owned by an adult). Also, I get 3 protective game cases, system carrying case, an AC charger and a networking cord. Apparently there are a few scratches on the outside but the system itself is in tip-top shape. A pretty good deal since I would have bought 3 of the 4 games and a charger anyway which brand new would have cost me circa $200. What can I say? Full price is for suckers and I'm a secondhand type of girl. Except with, you know, underwear and stuff.

But aye, here's the rub; as a grad school student, I barely have time to even chat with my friends and family as it is. Then I spend 8 hours a day in front of a computer at my job (at least I blog, so there's some socializing there - albeit removed). I am slowly sinking deeper into the asocial pit that is advanced technology.

In my defense I did have full support from Smoothface Guapo in this purchase as I'm sure we'll both use it. Also this device replaces our sometime working old-school nintendo that we've had for years. Fewer things are more frustrating than unreliable technology (BLOGGER ARE YOU LISTENING?).

That Time Anita Went to Laguna Beach

2006-07-05T09:09:00.000-04:00

In an attempt to find some fodder to accompany the photo for this post I searched the IMDB database for "Laguna Beach" and, of course, the tv show popped up. I found the User Comment to be amusing, but other than that nothing struck me as particularly inspiring. If I'd seen the show, rest assured there'd be some witty comment here that would knock your socks off, but as it stands I'm a smidge hungover from the whopping 4 beers I drank celebrating my freedom.

The slack is appreciated.

Anita Did You Do Something With Your Hair?

2006-06-29T23:34:00.000-04:00

If by "hair" you mean template, then why yes I did. How nice of you to notice. On to bigger fish:

Yeah. That's a cat tied to a bicycle with the owner nowhere in sight on a Saturday night. I took this photo in the city of Orange. There happened to be a great deal of hippies there. At one point I even asked "Is there a Phish show this weekend or something?" Not that I have any problem with that. I eat soy. I like love. It's cool. I was, however, scared to pet this cat. I felt certain it hadn't had a vet visit in a luh-hoooooong time.

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editor's note: I'd like to point out that this bike/cat owner's basket is, in fact, a stolen shopping basket from the Dollar Tree tied on with rope. Click on the photo to enlarge if you care to see for yourself.

Someday We Will Die and Our Ashes Will Fly...

2006-06-28T20:49:00.000-04:00

Perhaps I could have taken this picture into Photoshop and spruced it up a bit, but I wanted to convey the panic and urgency with which one approaches the Airport when running late. That, or I may in fact be as lazy as Miss (GRR)L, but I'll never admit it. In any case, the gist of the sign is:

Welcome

Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport

"World's Busiest Airport"

I can't help but wonder what merits the "continuous" as an adjectival complement to "search." What sort of legal battle do you suppose resulted in mandating that word having to be on the sign?

There's a loooooong line of ropes before you get to the initial x-ray of carry-ons, my friends. But getting there is half the fun, right?

A Taste of Freedom

2006-06-27T13:47:00.000-04:00

This is the first time I've had to look at a computer screen in five (5), yes - count 'em - five days. I'm entertaining notions of defecting. Not so much the blog as everything else involving fluorescent light. Humans are still animals, you know.

Coming Soon: A SoCal picture or two. Not so exciting for those of you who live in California, but better than another picture of the inside of my fridge.

Mone Rocks. How Could You Not Know That Already???

2006-06-21T00:11:00.000-04:00

Mone sent me this. It is a wonderful array of German products that made an otherwise shitty day at work marvelous.

from bottom right: licorice wheel, weird round futball talking thing, two German equivalent of Creme Savers (in blueberry and raspberry), blackberry jam made by the famous Mone herself, bona fide German Pilsner, a german shopping/entertainment flier - very surreal, I'm still staring at it, (below) East German and West German chocolate bars, to the left are German alphabet cookies - effing delicious, and the remaining item are various postcards.

I'd suggest you email Mone asking her to exchange items, but the shipping is a major bitch. Like, upwards of $40 type of bitch. Not cool. But worth it if you're me and you are brilliant enough to have jumped on the chance when you could. I'm so fucking smart.

On a more sullen note: I'm leaving all of you. Temporarily. Until next Thursday. But if you have any self control I've posted below a few times so you can realistically come here and view my banal attempts at conversational fodder without feeling like I don't love you. Because I do. Because I'm a liberal. Otherwise I resent you. That's how we liberals (or maybe just I) work.

In case you're interested, Smoothface guapo's dad is getting remarried (52 and still going strong!) and he and his ladylove are kind enough to fly us out to the OC in Cali. So see y'all Tuesday. Don't overdo it by looking at all the posts below at once.

Love,
Anita

Sitting Can Be Suspicious Behavior. Just ask the NSA.

2006-06-21T00:08:00.000-04:00

The bus doesn't stop here. They were just sitting. There's always people here just sitting. it's a weird little area downtown. I've got nothing against sitting, mind you. Just tends to make a gal look twice.

Color Your Hair Whydon'tcha?

2006-06-21T00:03:00.000-04:00

Here's my girl again. Still as glamorous as ever. Gotta love the Marta, folks.

I'm Running Out of Material Here

2006-06-21T00:01:00.000-04:00

The inside of my fridgidaire. Yes that's a box of wine at the top left. Click on the photo for a larger picture (you guys know you can do that for all the pictures on this blog, right?)

Why Do I Hate My Job, You Ask?

2006-06-20T10:10:00.000-04:00

This is the kind of shit I had to upload last week. I work for this medical education company and I'm constantly having to upload pictures of traumatizing things. Like the picture to the right, for example. Can you say ouch?

Also I cover sites for publications with accompanying photos of extremely detailed dental surgery, sickening visuals of infant genetalia as examples of how to recognize sexual abuse and so on and so forth. I get why they need this; most people learn better with visual accompaniments. I mean, I guess doctors need to see this shit beforehand also so they don't freak out and vomit on the patient when they first encounter it or, worse yet in the case of surgery, actually have to do it to someone, but I don't ever plan on being a medic and so I don't see how any of this is good for me.

I've no real excuse for posting this except that misery loves company. It makes me miserable to have to look at this shit and I don't want to have to be the only one disgusted. Sorry. I know this is out of character for me. This type of thing is really more Jane's speed.

A Completely Hypothetical Situation

2006-06-18T22:30:00.000-04:00

Sometimes, at a certain special increment during the month in a woman's life when she gets emotional, a small bird falls out of a tree and lands on the wheel of her bike and tries to learn how to fly by jumping around the wheel and on the handlebars all cute-like and this seems very meaningful for said woman. It also may or may not make her emotional because she ran over a bird with her car last week and now she feels nature is giving her a second chance to do good by giving this bird a platform on which to learn what is arguably its most important survival tactic. This may or may not move the previously mentioned ridiculously hormonal woman to silent tears of joy in the middle of a crowded public park in Atlanta as she takes a photo of the small bird on her bike. The unnamed woman then may immediately switch moods, yelling, "WHAT THE FUCK??," scaring the bird away when immediately thereafter the bird decides to arbitrarily poop a dime sized amount of white poop on the frame of her bike. Stupid cute bird.

Coke Anyone?

2006-06-15T23:47:00.000-04:00

Where it all goes down. Y'all know Coke originated in Atlanta, right? I guess that's significant.

This is across from downtown 5 points in Atlanta. I have a habit of giving homeless people fruit. If you beg for money, I'll offer you the fruit in my bag. Smoothface Guapo and I always try to have fruit or prepackaged crackers or something like that in our bags for this very reason. I will not EVER give a homeless person money. I believe firmly in the "No Work No Crack" movement (I made that up, don't Google it).

Anyhow, a few weeks ago I passed by a particular homeless man who never said anything but always held his right hand out for money from passersby. Seeing him regularly, I noticed that he never verbally asked for money. Being forced to walk very close by him because of pedestrian traffic, he held his hand out to me.

"I'm not giving you money. You want somethin' to eat, though?"
(nods)
I reach in my bag and hand him an orange.
He proceeds to reach out. He is physically (manually) handicapped. He grabs the orange with his forearms accompanied by a huge grin on his face. I have given a handicapped person a food item he is not able to peel. Flustered and late for work, I walk away. Christ. How embarassing. And comical, really.

Movin' On Up

2006-06-14T21:53:00.000-04:00

Mone mentioned something about a luxury highrise being built in San Francisco and it made me realize that there nearly always seems to be one in progress at my work locale in Buckhead.

Now a highrise in San Francisco I wouldn't buy but I can at least understand. Buckhead is...well...not scenic. Or even interesting. It's not located in central Atlanta and is essentially a little island of consumeristic narcissism. If you've ever been to this area you know what I mean. To live here and not be ostracized you pretty much need to be fashionable. And far be it from me to begrudge a lady a nice handbag, but you don't need several of the latest Fendi or Coach or Louis Vuitton bags or a Hummer to be somebody. If your personality sucks none of that shallow possesion-determined-worth shit matters. This is what makes the success of these highrises bizarre to me.

I'm not judging, I'm just saying that if you aspire to own a highrise which pretty much has a singular selling point of overlooking a fucking mall then your priorities are horrendously fractured and you may be missing a chromosome.

Okay so maybe I'm judging a teensy weensy bit.

Sometimes I Go Camping

2006-06-12T21:19:00.000-04:00

An exclusive sneak peak inside the tent of Anita and Smoothface Guapo.

2006-06-12T21:16:00.000-04:00

I have no idea who this woman is but she looks HUGE next to this boat.

2006-06-12T21:14:00.000-04:00

Morbid?

Stupid Job

2006-06-12T13:37:00.000-04:00

I am going to blog myself silly tonight (with the aid of some alkee-hawl no less), but for the moment I have to do some work. Stupid job.

In other news I saw a sign that said "NO LOITERING" at the beach this weekend. What the hell else are you supposed to do when it's 99 degrees? Seemed like a facist all-inclusive addendum if you ask me. Which you did. By coming here. =)

The Last Stretch is the Hardest

2006-06-05T17:47:00.000-04:00

This is the room in which my last official Nietzsche class will take place. Those are Ansel Adams photos on the walls. After tonight's session (the pentultimate class, my professor called it) I will commence preparation and production of my 16-20 page final paper due Friday by 5 pm.

This will be my last post until I am done with the paper. Wish me luck.

2006-06-05T12:43:00.001-04:00

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!!

2006-06-05T12:43:00.000-04:00

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!!

Have A Nice Weekend Kids

2006-06-02T23:12:00.000-04:00

Yours Truly will be in class until 10ish tonight.

Sometimes I Get Tagged...Again

2006-06-01T11:19:00.000-04:00

this one's a meme tag from crazy motorcyclist mgc

LIST TEN OF LIFE'S SIMPLE PLEASURES:
1. Pulling the tongue out of Mr. Potato head's face and jamming it into an orange
2. Working so hard/sweating so much that even light beer is refreshing
3. Burning something very flammable
4. Peeing after having to hold it in for a really long time
5. The first day it's finally warm/cool outside
6. Winking at someone who's not expecting it
7. Expecting to be hungover because you know you drank too much and then feeling great the next day instead
8. Looking into the mirror and saying, "Damn I'm good lookin'!"
9. The relief that comes after a momentary panic of forgetting to do something important because of the realization that you already did it
10. Finding your cell phone in the fridge because the fridge is ringing

Sometimes I Get Tagged

2006-05-31T11:12:00.000-04:00

This one's for my sugar LLLLLL. =)

5 Items in My Fridge
1. organic peanut butter*
2. Whole Foods soymilk*
3. organic HOT! salsa - like, burn your piehole hot*
4. Yuengling, plum wine and margarita mix
5. A two-month old Cadbury Creme Egg I'm saving for a bad day

*Yeah, I'm a nuevo-hippie. Fuck off.

5 Items in My Closet
1. this, which I bought a while back
2. work clothes (BO-ring!)
3. sometimes a cat, which meows incessantly 'till I let him out
4. pink Leslie and the Ly's ringer tee. She is a white girl with no shame and I respect that.
5. a pair of galoshes I go puddle-hoppin' in

5 Items in My Car
- keep in mind my bike is far more interesting =)
1. tent
2. One of these puppies
3. a nonworking tape-player and dial radio
4. stuff to take to the thrift store
5. directions to my sister's house

5 Items in My Handbag
1. Nietzsche Reader
2. Wintergreen Altoids
3. Keychain mag-lite
4. THE PILL!!!
5. After Bite and Pepper spray

Shattering Your Perfect Image of Me

2006-05-30T23:33:00.000-04:00

I was sick yesterday. I called in sick to work and didn't get out of bed until 6pm. This is why I was not giggling over the ridiculous and pondering over the serious and furrowing my brow at the stupidity that is and was your blog posts. Oh but I'm back and feeling 200% now. Expect 10 comments a piece, 'cuz I've been quiet for a good 12 hours now. Just thought you deserved an explanation. You know, due to the intense personal nature of our relationship.

I blame Nietzsche.

Oh the Traffic is Terrific!

2006-05-29T20:20:00.000-04:00

This is one of the many reasons I drive as little as I possibly have to in Atlanta. This traffic was at a standstill all the way down to 10th street (this is Peachtree, btw). This is a mid-Saturday rush due to Jazzfest, the Fox, Suburbanites headed to the park, people eating out, etc. And this is just a surface street. I don't even want to think about what 85 looks like.

Havin' a Little Kuchen

2006-05-29T20:12:00.000-04:00

Nietzsche wasn't much a fan of the wimmen folk in the section we're reading now (he has a love/hate relationship with our sex), so I decided to sweeten him up a bit. To the tune of 5,000 calories from a sugary homemade store-bought piece of strawberry cake.

So, yes. I took a picture of this piece of cake so I could post it to my blog. And, yes. I did indeed have that slow of a weekend. Oh, what? And you're proud of your hangover or something?

Forgive me, I'm a little bitter. You know what would help? More cake. Lifetime on the hips be damned!

Happy Divorce

2006-05-27T13:52:00.000-04:00

Don't ask, but go here if you wanna find out.

*complements of Anita and Smoothface Guapo

Bomb Threats Are Sooo 2001

2006-05-26T07:13:00.000-04:00

Yesterday class was cancelled because there was a bomb threat of sorts in the building where I go every day. Apparently they did actually find some sort of bomb or bomblike device. People can be such assholes. SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO LEARN NIETZSCHE HERE, OKAY?

Anyhow, I'll be doing homework all weekend. Sounds exciting, no? Hope yours is funner than mine.

Removing the Apollonian Veil tee-hee!

2006-05-24T11:06:00.000-04:00

I love this shit. Probably because I'm self-absorbed.

Your Type is
ESFP
Extroverted Sensing Feeling Perceiving
Strength of the preferences
22% - Extroverted
25% - Sensing
25% - Feeling
22% - Perceiving

ESFP type description by D.Keirsey
ESFP type description by J. Butt

I mean, I guess that's me.

I recall having to take this test in an advertising class once. We then had to describe how we could mentally target the market that is our personality type. Advertisers are sick fucks.

All complements of Jung's 72 question personality test.

Quick Caffeine Quiz

2006-05-22T10:44:00.000-04:00

http://www.abc.net.au/science/quizzes/caffeine/

Roll Right

2006-05-19T09:10:00.000-04:00

The entire effing rail line was down this morning. Marta is so classist already that this is going to be a big issue. I'm not sure how long it is/was shut down for, but people were yelling at the train station this morning. And Anita don't like to hear yelling at 7:30 am.

Now you'd think that because the rail line was shut down that employers would understand this and maybe some people would just have to work a little later because of a delay like this. Not necessarily so. Georgia is a right to work state. This means that an employer can fire you for looking at them the wrong way and there's not really much you can do about it.

My point is that some people will lose their jobs today as a result of the Marta shutdown. And it pisses me off. Marta just spent $190 million on this new Breeze card system but they can't fix the fact that every time it rains the rail line shorts.

Lord I'm stressed. Maymester is getting to me. TGIF. =)

Pronounced Neat - cha

2006-05-18T10:32:00.000-04:00

I'm back (by popular demand? Can I say that?), but I doubt any tidbits you'll be getting from me from June 7th are going to be very satisfying since all I can think about is Nietzsche. Seriously. As in, I had a nightmare last night where I had a raging headache and Nietzsche wouldn't let me have any Aleve. He would hold the bottle of Aleve out to me and then yell NIEN! right in my face and yank it back. Nietzsche can be a real asshole sometimes.

Anyhow some of the smarty-pants concepts he devised are fierce! He ultimately calls for the demise of mankind as we know it for the sake of becoming a new, more powerful version of ourselves. He has an immense respect for the human intellect and thinks we're wasting a lot of mental energy searching for "truths" that we don't really want to find/don't exist/are figments of our imagination in the first place. On the downside, he's a complete elitist and doesn't really give a rat's ass about, say, anyone incapable of abstract thought (I mean, nearly everyone's capable to some degree, but I didn't want to say the dumbasses) . So according to Nietzsche, if your mama ain't brilliant, tough shit. Not a lot of love coming from this guy. Trust me. I looked for a picture of him petting a kitten or something and got nothing.

Now that I've butchered Nietzsche's philosophy down to a few lowbrow sentences, do you see why I don't plan on posting until June 7th? I'm going to alienate all the fun visitors to my blog if I keep this shit up.

But check out that monster flavor saver on his upper lip! That's somethin' ain't it? See! Nietzsche can be fun...

There are Some Backwards-Assed Town Names in Georgia

2006-05-15T00:04:00.000-04:00

Can you see that? It says "Smarr." Above it says "Rumble Rd." I should have taken a picture of "Old Dixie Highway" too, but at 80 mph it's kind of hard.

Maymester begins tomorrow morning, and I'm afraid I won't be back until it's over. I know this is abrupt, but I'll be in class every day from 7:15pm to 9:45pm downtown from now until June 7th, in addition to working 40 hours a week. Not to mention the fact that it's a Nietzsche class and I'll probably spend a great deal rereading what I just read when I'm not too busy being depressed from what I managed to understand.

I'll still be commenting on your blogs and responding to any random smartass comments you guys make and taking pictures on the train, but this will be my last post for 2-3 weeks. If you're religious, please pray to your god(s) that I don't get shot downtown that late every night. If you're not religious, just pray to something you like a lot or do nothing - whatever suits you. But for Christ's sake please don't write a series of essays on how god is dead so I have more shit to read.

Love,
Anita

Given That Our Blood is Just Like The Atlantic

2006-05-12T08:53:00.000-04:00

One of the many fabulous things about living in Atlanta is that you live close to the beach. I live far enough away to not get any damage when the hurricanes come but close enough to run on down to sandy land (aka Florida) when I need a break.

Like this weekend. I'm going to the beach. Can you guess which one? I'll give you a few hints: it's close to Jacksonville, on the Atlantic (not in the gulf), ~5 1/2 hours from Atlanta, an island, and to the right is an an aerial view of the coastline. Any clue where it is? If anyone knows I will be seriously impressed with your geographical knowledge. Or your search engine skills, whichever.

Ethiopian Cottage King

2006-05-10T22:00:00.000-04:00

I pass this place on the way home and it clearly used to be a Burger King. I feel so...I don't know...bad for the owners of this place. It's just got failure written all over it.

I wonder what those two guys are talking about out front.

Confession of a Sometime Pessimist

2006-05-08T23:40:00.000-04:00

Here's a link to this Mobile Rock Corps thing: http://www.boostmobilerockcorps.com/

Okay, I have to admit that I took a picture of this because I assumed it was some sick ploy to pull underpriveleged kids into the military.

I was wrong.

I know, I know. You're thinking, Anita how could you, YOU be wrong???

Well I was, so shut up about it already. A girl's gotta keep her pride up, mkay?

She Got Me!

2006-05-05T12:58:00.000-04:00

I always hated being "it," so I never stayed "it" for long. Moments ago, Miss Blonde Vigilante tagged me in a completely platonic way (For God's SAKES do you people think about ANYTHING other than SEX?? *sigh*).
Anyhow, the rules say to list 10 weird facts about yourself and then tag four others while linking to their blogs. I hereby humbly request that the following people also subject themselves to being tagged: Melliferous Pants, Mister Merkin, Cynical Girl, and Zen Wizard. The good part is, if you've been tagged before (Pants very well may have been; she's a popular gal) you can just link back to an old post.

Here goes nothing:

1. I once got thrown out of a Willie Nelson concert when I was in undergrad. I then went home and threw a pumpkin through my window because I was too wasted to notice the two sets of keys in my pockets or remember that I hid a spare key under the mat. I rarely drink more than 3 drinks a night now.

2. The only meat I eat is pork. I mean it. No beef, chicken or fish. I used to be a flat-out vegetarian, but I'm from the south and I missed barbeque and bacon. I decided to unvegetarianize myself but I just don't like or crave beef or chicken or fish. Therefore I only eat pork. My friends refer to me as a porketarian because it's nicer than incredibly weird eater.

3. I work 40 hours a week maintaining an extremely large database, creating gateways, etc. for a huge medical education company. I am also in graduate school getting a degree in Rhetoric. I also maintain this blog. I give my blog url to all my professors. Only one came that I know of, and perhaps that's a good thing because I the more educated I get, the worse my spelling and grammar become.

4. I think that Arches National Park in Utah and Sequoia and Kings Canyon National Park in Cali are two of the most gorgeous spots in the United States. I find these places just as stunning as the Grand Canyon.

5. I am happy with my body. This is partially due to the fact that I get lots of exercise and don't try to eat everything I see. I eat when my stomach is hungry, not when my mouth waters. This is a secret very few people seem to know.

6. Among the things on and around my desk at work are: Mr. Potato head, box of crayons, postcard of Jack Kerouac holding a cat, 3 Homies, and a 2" figurine of a sitting buddha.

7. Today at work I listened to (so far) Speakerboxx - disc 1 by Outkast, In the Aeroplane Over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel and Arcade Fire 2 by Arcade Fire. I am about to listen to some Manu Chao to celebrate Cinco de Mayo, even though he's not Mexican (he's Parisian, I think).

8. I have a big felt pumpkin suit that I sometimes wear in months nowhere near October.

9. I ride a single-gear bicycle in the city of Atlanta. This is extremely dangerous and perhaps not very smart, but I still do it. I own a car, I just don't drive it much.

10. Thank GOD! I thought I'd never finish! Um. Last wierd fact: I hate those little corns in Chinese food. To the point that they anger me.

This will be my last post until Sunday night or Monday morning. Happy Cinco de Mayo, bloggees!

The Ubiquitous Frightening Joyce

2006-05-04T23:10:00.000-04:00

Why? Why? WHYYYYY?

Okay, I know the answer is because she sells sells selllllllls, apparently, but that doesn't make it any easier for me to see her creepy face everywhere when I'm least expecting it. Seeing her eerie, posessed-looking grin in this ad literally startled me, and I'm hardly a skittish gal.

It's not just me, either! See, even the two women in this picture are put off by her! Certainly it's not because it's 5:07 pm and they just got off of work - it's JOYCE they're tired of. =)

Peachy Keen

2006-05-03T22:37:00.000-04:00

What it looked like on the train today, circa 4:45pm.

I met some New Jersians on the train today. They asked me if I was from Atlanta and I said yes (of course). One guy said, "Oh, you must be a Georgia Peach then." I said "mmmhm." I would've smiled if I didn't have my mean face on. =)

Staying Back 50 Feet is for the WEAK!

2006-05-02T21:13:00.000-04:00

Yeah that's my car's rearview mirror on the bottom of the shot. I'm so hardcore. =)

For real though, what do you think that person did in there? Murder??? Expired tag??? Or even *gasp!* pot smoking??? Makes you wonder, doesn't it? Or at least it made me wonder. I wish I could've seen inside.

Strange that the Vanity Which Accompanies Beauty Should Persist...

2006-05-01T20:37:00.000-04:00

This car was parked in front of the Westin in Buckhead, which, by the way, is about the cheapest hotel you can stay at in Buckhead. I remember wanting a vanity plate when I was 16. They're just not that common in the south, so I'm always amused afresh by the ridiculousness every time I see one.

Anyhow, I love this. For so many reasons. It speaks rhetorical volumes.

And yes, you're seeing that right, it says "SOCLASSY" on the back of an old maroon Buick/Chrystler/Whatever.

Bad Dog

2006-04-30T23:32:00.000-04:00

Happy Monday morning, kiddies! (Or afternoon, or night, or Thursday if you're one of my lazy-ass friends that never checks my blog.) This spectacular artwork is what I was trying to capture when I failed and instead snapped this last week. Is it a poignant statement about humanity's desire to train and deny our inherently animalistic nature? Is it a statement about canine repression/opression? Did someone with a can of spraypaint get a new dog? We'll likely never know the artist's intended meaning.

While you may not appreciate the artistry of the graffitist or graffitier or vandal or whatever you prefer to call someone who does graffiti, know that I took this photo while riding along on a train going 35 to 45 mph. So I had to post it. Even if it is just a line drawing of a dog shamed by its own steaming poopie.

P.S. I realize that this has become an Atlanta graffiti blog as of late, but it just sort of crept up on me.
P.P.S. I heart "or"

Anita Don't Hurt 'Em

2006-04-27T23:37:00.000-04:00

Okay. Today was the last day of the semester for grad school (for me at least), and I have so-hoooo many pictures for y'all. You'll wanna bookmark me in your favorites (wink, wink) because Sunday night I am totally going to hook you guys up for work on Monday morning. I might actually post every day next week instead of once or twice a week. All I'm sayin' is, until May 15, be ready for some serious blogging outta this gal. LOOKOUT!

Love,
Anita

Silly Willy

2006-04-25T20:09:00.000-04:00

These are some pages I've seen again lately that make me laugh out loud. Hope you enjoy.

1. The Best Page in the Universe - The first time I read page two of the child art critiques I almost peed myself.

2. Dinosaur Comics - Scroll down to the end of the page and look at the reader-submitted comics. My favorites are dinosaur baby comics by andy dunn and sexy dinosaur birthday card by brent kinkade.

Meh.

2006-04-23T23:49:00.000-04:00

Here's a little more Atlanta graffiti. Like I mentioned before it's mostly just tags. BO-RING! I mean, woo-effing-hoo. You made up a secret cool name for yourself and wrote it everywhere. Congratulations; you're on par with a spraying cat. To the far left it gets a little more creative (if you can see it someone drew the Cat in the Hat), but I'm not even sure I can give creativity points for that one since the Cat in the Hat movie came out a while back and I don't know how long this graffiti has been up.

Honestly there was something really interesting involving a dog that I was trying to take a picture of here, but it's difficult to take photos from a vehicle going 45mph. Plus the train window angles are a tad awkward. Maybe I'll catch it next time.

I think that the bitchin' graffiti in Spain ruined me. I should never have gone. Or, rather, come back. =)

Pamper Your Pet

2006-04-23T23:31:00.000-04:00

Okay. I know it isn't the same anywhere else, but in Atlanta, and the entire southern United States for that matter, public transportation is a class issue. Only poor people and determined liberals like myself ride the train. It's sad that so many people are scared that someone will think you don't have a car if you ride the train, but that's really how it is. Anyhow, most of these people are probably struggling to make rent.

This ad is for a $39.95 set of 3 steps made out of wood and carpet for your pooch. Of course nobody's holding a gun to anyone's head making them buy this, but it just doesn't seem right somehow. Like gambling ads or liquor ads. People don't need encouragement for that shit.

Don't get me wrong, I've been known to buy a MegaMillions and fantasize about the money and throw back a few drinky-poos in my day - can you call tequila shots "drinky poos"? - don't answer that. But it just seems so (my Lord I'm really saying it) amoral or something to dangle stuff like this in poor people's faces. Something about it just doesn't set well with me.

Ugh. Not Again.

2006-04-23T23:24:00.000-04:00

I don't know which is worse: the fact that this ad is still up reminding me about constipation or that the woman sitting in front of it is making the same face as the man in the ad. *sheesh*

What's Wrong With Kids Today?

2006-04-18T22:50:00.000-04:00

Okay, I'm not sure what this is, but somebody got the idea to take a bunch of those labels from the post office and draw whatever this/these are on it and stick them all over ads. I don't mind, of course. I'm all about defacing salutes to consumerism, but it just doesn't make the cut somehow. What is it? 666 all dressed up for Halloween? Three cyclops? Are they saying the post office is satan? Perhaps this confession will lead you to think I'm a rogue, but I guess I like my street art to be more aesthetically pleasing, or at least a little more direct. I guess what gets me is that I don't feel like much effort went into this. No heart. No thought.

Having Trouble Sleeping?

2006-04-18T22:37:00.000-04:00

Here's another one of these ads calling for drug participants. I find it creepy that drug studies prey on the poor. Didn't they outlaw that on prisoners? Oh well. At least it's not about shitting this time (or, to be more precise, not shitting).

Horses' Asses

2006-04-15T13:21:00.000-04:00

This motivational piece hangs just outside of what we call executive row at work. Behind the wall it hangs on is a row of fancy-schmancy offices with coveted views of foliage and sunshine. You have to kiss ass for a long time to get one of these offices. I'm not sure who placed the picture on executive row, but it always brightens my day a bit to see it. You'd better believe we enjoy how appropriately the visual complements the message.

Do You Know Where Your Daddy Is?

2006-04-15T13:08:00.000-04:00

Next door to where I live, there are two establishments which are locally famous for housing prostitutes, transvestitutes, delinquents and all manner of drug addicts. These establisments, known collectively as "Midtown Manor," tend to draw such a crowd because 1) they rent out rooms by the week, 2) it's easy to hobble back home from 5th street after hooking all night if you live there (after all you want to stay safe), and 3) when I met the owners they were both so geeked out that they were sweating profusely and wearing dark sunglasses while sitting in the shade, so I'd imagine the don't-know-don't-tell drug policy is in place. Yesterday, riding home from work I see an ambulance outside of one of the Midtown Manors. Apparently a man who was both high on meth and huffing paint was punching himself in the face and screaming "DAAAAADDYYYYY! WHERE'S MY DADDY! DAAAAADDYYYYYY!" for, like, the fifth time so they finally called an ambulance. The owners, fidgety and sunglassed and drenched in sweat like always, were remarking how unfortunate it is for them that the police had to show up.

Kind of quaint-looking, isn't it? Except for the gurney out front.

I Couldn't Let This One Go

2006-04-10T13:27:00.000-04:00

Okay, so I haven't posted in a whole week, but lemme 'splain. I've got another blog that I have to keep up for Digital Rhetoric class and sometimes two blogs and Grad School and 40+ hours a week and volunteering once in a while and a social life are too much. Something's gotta give and oftentimes it's the blog; mostly because I feel like nobody really reads the damned thing anyhow. Not that I'm offended, really. It's not like I read anyone else's blog (except for The Merkinpatch, Ancient Secrits Revealed - Perris Hiltin Nekkid and Noam Chomsky's blog, and honestly I know those people except for Mr. Chomsky but I feel like I know him because he's unreasonably passionate to the extent that he undermines his own logic at times and I can relate to that so there), so who am I to feel snubbed when I'm not holding up my own duties to peruse blogspot looking to buddy up with potential commenters?

That said followed by inhalation, I have been taking pictures, I just haven't had time to post them. But the posting will now commence. (Drumroll, please.) One ad that cracks me up is this one:

My lord. Does this man know that his picture is being used for this? I am so embarrassed for him! What if he was just posing for stock art or something? It makes me think of that Friends episode where Joey poses for that ad that turns out to be for VD. But really, I shouldn't laugh at it. Sluggish bowels are nothing to sneeze at and we've all been victims. But I just can't help but laugh at this man's clearly strained expression. Apparently this is a call for volunteers for a study about constipation associated with pain medication use, which is interesting to me because I would assume they would have the reverse effect, but I won't go there. And I also realize the title of this post is wrong and promise never to post about anything as gross as constipation again because I'm a woman and we don't shit so this entire post is speculation. But I will give you a closer look because I think this is hilarious...

Poor Fella

2006-04-09T20:15:00.000-04:00

HAHAHA-HAHA! Whew! Poor guy.

The Train's Not So Bad

2006-04-09T20:14:00.000-04:00

Marta during the middle of the day.

No Traffic for a Change

2006-04-09T20:12:00.000-04:00

I-85 circa 11:15 on a Tuesday from the window of a train door.

Is the Low-Carb Thing Not Over Yet?

2006-04-09T20:10:00.000-04:00

It's a little irritating that they picked a white guy for this ad. Not that caucasians can't play basketball—I know that they can. It's just that most of the people on the MARTA are not white. Plus he's an ugly-looking white guy. He looks like Mark-Paul Gosslaar on steroids. Whatever, though. Maybe black guys don't watch their carbs or something.

Three Months Later

2006-04-09T20:07:00.000-04:00

Here's that construction site again. Progress is a scary thing to me.

Back on the Train, Fools

2006-03-28T20:20:00.000-05:00

Okay, no more of my stunning amateur photographs that glamorize Spain. I guess the dipshits and bad ads on the MARTA are easier to comment on for most of you anyways. Plus I started to feel like a relative that forced you guys to watch my vacation slide show, but whatever.

Isn't it Sweet?

2006-03-28T20:14:00.000-05:00

This is the kind of graffiti we get in Atlanta. Feel free to contrast it with the graffiti they get in Spain.

Another Sign of the Apocalypse

2006-03-28T12:35:00.000-05:00

Have you guys seen this??? I think by the end of the week it will be on half the blogs in the country because it's just so fucking weird! It's called Monument to Pro-life: The Birth of Sean Preston by Daniel Edwards, and apparently it features "a posterior view that depicts widened hips for birthing and reveals the crowning of baby Sean's head." At first I thought it was one of those plithy artist anti-babies-as-accessories-see-how-disgusting-American-culture-has-become type things, but apparently it is seriously supposed to be pro-life! I KNOW! I KNOW! Don't believe me? Check out the press release.

God. I can't believe I just blogged about Britney Spears.

More Spain, Anita Style

2006-03-20T22:29:00.000-05:00

In front of some government building in Madrid

2006-03-20T22:27:00.000-05:00

Neptune in downtown Madrid

2006-03-20T22:26:00.000-05:00

Museo de Jamon. AKA Museum of ham. Man did they like their ham over there.

2006-03-20T22:23:00.000-05:00

Some government building in Madrid

2006-03-20T22:22:00.000-05:00

A neon sign featuring a bottle of wine with a cute little short coat and tilted wide-brimmed hat

2006-03-20T22:19:00.000-05:00

Metropolis in Madrid

2006-03-20T22:18:00.000-05:00

Monument to the discovery of America in Madrid

2006-03-20T22:17:00.000-05:00

Parque de Retiro (I'm in a rowboat in the water to take this one)

2006-03-20T22:14:00.000-05:00

Business woman with strikingly red hair

2006-03-20T22:13:00.000-05:00

Cathedral of Sevilla courtyard

2006-03-20T22:12:00.000-05:00

Some church or museum or something

2006-03-20T22:09:00.000-05:00

Two elderly men rowing that long canoe-thing. I think it's called skulling.

2006-03-20T22:08:00.000-05:00

Outside the Cathedral of Sevilla

2006-03-20T22:06:00.000-05:00

Inside the Cathedral of Sevilla

2006-03-20T22:03:00.000-05:00

Cathedral of Sevilla at dusk

Take A Mini Trip to Spain With Me!

2006-03-17T20:59:00.000-05:00

Did you think I forgot you just because I've been slack lately, bloggees? Noooo! One of the first things I did on my trip was take this picture of the Metro in Spain, which is tight! Even though I was there on the anniversary of their terrorist attack in this contry where I don't speak the language, I snapped this one solely for you guys and gals. Notice that the train isn't just full of those not wealthy enough to afford a car. Everyone rides! Also, there are no ads inside the train itself. There are ads in the station, but not in the train. And certainly no television monitors. Interesting, eh? See below for some more pictures of Spain. I've got a ton, so that's probably what I'll post next time or two as well. Then it's back to the Marta. Just to warn you. =)

Love,
Anita

The Metro Goes EVERYWHERE!

2006-03-17T20:56:00.000-05:00

Okay, now we're inside the metro. Okay, okay, the girl's face is obviously defiled or whatever, but it's clean. As in it didn't smell like urine and stale air. And it wasn't smattered with the same ads you see in the back of the Creative Loafing. It was easy to feel like the city cared whether or not the damn thing slid off the tracks and I didn't feel impoverished because I was riding it. They take their public transportation seriously over there. Oh, and they recycle, but more about that later.

Enter Madrid

2006-03-17T20:51:00.000-05:00

Here we have downtown Madrid. The strangest thing I saw was a toss-up between the guy howling/singing as loud as he could with a clear plastic cup in his mouth that you encounter as soon as you got off the metro that had no arms and the 16ish year old with both a mullet and a mohawk that looked like John Cusack. Bizarre.

Street Art

2006-03-17T20:46:00.000-05:00

Here's some graffiti I spied on the walls lining the streets of Madrid. Pretty effing awesome. All we really get in the A-T-L is some "HENSEVER" tag everywhere, whatever that means. Makes me think they kill chickens.

Prado

2006-03-17T20:33:00.000-05:00

Here's a picture of Goya's The Straw Manequin I saw at the Prado. I think it's supposed to represent women's power over men. Ya' think?