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 - Ninth Avenue - Reading Underground - Let's make the web faster - A field guide to getting lost - Jeter Passes Gehrig as Yankees Hits Leader - an email i received, about death and facebook Farewell to Patrick Swayze and William Safire. Goodbye Bodhi, and I'll miss your "On Language" columns, Mr. Safire. (Previously: Lists, part 27)
—Monday, September 28, 2009 0 comments Lists, part 28
 When we ultimately leave home, is it some kind of victory? Knowing that, you won't spend the rest of your life in the same place as everyone else because you feel there's a better life out there for you. Or is it simply just time to leave? Knowing that, you'll eventually come back because this is where everything is.  10 years ago today, a little TV show premiered on Channel 4 in England. That show was Spaced, forever my favorite TV show of all time, forever the best show to ever grace the airways. I was lucky enough to meet Simon, Jess and Edgar and get my DVDs signed, and I still can't believe it. Edgar has a great 10 year anniversary post with article links and video, and a little something to celebrate (Jaffa cakes!!). Thank you Edgar, Simon and Jess for creating this wonderful, wonderful show.
—Thursday, September 24, 2009 0 comments Happy 10 years, Spaced!
 My Saturday night consisted of rocking out, singing along, and dancing to The Decemberists. I finally got the chance to seem them live, and I am content. I adore Colin Meloy (he shaved his head!), and everything about them. I have trouble ranking my top 5 favorite bands, but they're in there. Anyway, it was a special lottery show, with the MC picking songs at random from fan submissions. They brought it back to "The Bachelor and the Bride" and "July, July!" Good times, good times.
—Sunday, September 20, 2009 0 comments The Decemberists (live)
 After all these years, I am still madly in love with George Clooney. He has been my celebrity crush since middle school, and I will admit, he has gotten better with age. (le sigh) You would think I'd be embarrassed to admit all of this, but... I'm not. Now that you know, you'll automatically think, "George Clooney is Amy's husband." Exactly. See? It makes perfect sense. 100%. Just go with it. Don't fight it. ...I'm pretty sure if I ever saw or met him in real life, I'd get weak at the knees and then melt into a puddle of goo. Anyway, I do have a point to this. I'm really looking forward to Up in the Air (of course it's related to a movie). I don't know, there's just something kind of sadly beautiful about the story. Plus, his voice. It's so deep and gravelly... that, is my husband.
—Saturday, September 19, 2009 1 comment By George!
I saw this yesterday night and could not stop laughing. It's just perfect placement. Oh, Kanye. You so crazy. I swear, this guy just likes creating internet memes for us. If you don't know what I'm talking about, here you go. And then, have a look at some of my favorites I've seen floating around. The intarwebz entertains me to no end...
—Tuesday, September 15, 2009 1 comment Yo Kanye, lemme finish
 Two things occur in my head whenever I see people running frantically to catch the bus in the city: 1) Chariots of Fire, and my favorite 2) I secretly and silently root for them. In my head I'm cheering, "You can do it! YOU CAN DO IT! You'll make it, you will! YOU'LL MAKE IT." My heart kind of leaps and does somersaults for them whenever they catch the bus. There's just something really satisfying about that, you know? You can literally see this immense sigh of relief wash over their faces. Because all that running—in suits, in heels, in scrubs, with canes, with strollers, with food flying all over the place, in bad shape, in good shape—deserves that one moment of bliss.
—Monday, September 14, 2009 1 comment You'll make it, you will!
 My brother's best friend got married slightly over a month ago, and now the best friend and his wife are expecting. The other night, my brother said to me, "I guess she gets tired a lot. She took a nap before we all went out for dinner, and when we got back, she said, 'I think I'm going to nap again.' And she's been eating a lot of chocolate, too." For whatever reason, I found that incredibly endearing. My big brother, slightly baffled and probably very intrigued by pregnancy.
—Sunday, September 13, 2009 5 comments Oh, brother
—Friday, September 11, 2009 8 years
 The grains of sand pecked at my ankles as I made my way towards the water. The waves were roaring and crashing with a fury, as if they were saying, "This is for you, Summer!" Many were in sweatshirts, some were brave enough to wear swimsuits. It was the last weekend of summer and everyone was squeezing in some beach time before Autumn eased itself in. Very few were in the water; most of us were walking along the shoreline, just enjoying it before everything got cold again. I tentatively dipped my feet into the water only to find that it was surprisingly warm. The cool and windy conditions were a tease. I continued to walk, splashing water all around my legs. The waves kept pulling me in as I tried to pull away. "Come in, come in," they said to me. I shook my head and said, "I can't, I can't." By the time I neared the end, I looked back and saw dark clouds rolling in. It was time to go. I stamped my feet on the boardwalk, shaking the sand loose from my legs and feet. The wind came in strong gusts; I pushed against it, trying to make my way back. I turned off the main road and walked on a side road instead. The houses blocked some of the wind as I managed to tuck back my unkempt hair. It was quiet. The roar of the ocean grew farther and farther away until all I heard were the eerie sounds of wind chimes. I looked up and saw the dark clouds continue to move in. The wind kicked up again, and suddenly I felt like I was in movie, as if something was about the happen. I quickened my pace, hoping to reach the main road again. I finally heard the pleasant sounds of chatter, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It was really time to go. Goodbye, summer.
—Monday, September 7, 2009 0 comments Goodbye, summer
 I just finished reading Shutter Island, and my heart was pounding near the end. I've never read any books by Dennis Lehane before, but I have to say, we're off to a good start! He also wrote Mystic River and Gone, Baby, Gone, both turned into films, and yes, Shutter Island will be also be a film. I picked up the book mainly because I saw the trailer, and when you combine Martin Scorsese with a case of the heebie-jeebies, I'm in. And also, I just really love Martin Scorsese. Anyway, I really enjoyed the book. I haven't read any thrillers/mysteries/scary novels in a while, and whenever I do, I get really into it, trying to figure everything out while simultaneously being captivated by the story. A few times I went, "WHAT!" and "Agh!" and "I don't know who to believe! Stop playing with my mind, Lehane!" Two of my favorite quotes in Shutter Island were these: "Those eyes, Teddy thought. Even frozen in time, they howled. You wanted to climb inside the picture and say, 'No, no, no. It's okay, it's okay. Sssh.' You wanted to hold her until the shakes stopped, tell her that everything would be all right." (44) "Teddy laughed, heard the sound of it carry off on the sweep of night air and dissolve in the distant surf, as if it had never been, as if the island and the sea and the salt took what you thought you had and..." (70) I just liked how he wrote those; they really captured the... essence? Aura? Mood, of the story. I thought I'd get nightmares from reading it before I went to bed, but not too much. (The Shining still stands as the most frightening book I've ever read. Jeebus, just thinking about it gives me the chills.) I was, however, so engrossed in the book that I almost missed my subway stop a few times this past week.
—Sunday, September 6, 2009 0 comments Shutter Island (book)
 This week has been a rollercoaster: I was in the worst, most uncomfortable situation all day on Monday and then through the week, things looked up then down but then mostly up. I've learned that people are 1) hilarious, 2) hysterical and 3) cartoony. In other words, at some point during each day this week, I've laughed until it hurt. The situations I keep finding myself in just make for some great stories to tell. I think I could actually write a memoir about this period of my life... hmm... I did receive some realistic advice about life on Monday though. When he asked how old I was, I responded. And then he looked at me said, "You got a lot of time, but don't take too long. Time flies."
—Thursday, September 3, 2009 0 comments Time flies
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