Clear Eyes, Full Hearts, CAN'T LOSE!

Mom loves Friday Night Lights! I knew it would happen, just as I knew Caroline's pick of the man candy on the show would be bashful second string QB Saracen. They think Lyla's annoying and Jason's heartbreaking and they don't yet understand that Riggins is sex on legs (but they will) and they understand the Awesomeness of Tami. I hope you all will, too. Friday Night Lights is the cheapest season of television DVD box set out there (less than $20 at Target) and makes a great gift to any fan of quality TV, sports, beautiful people, Texas, excellence in all things. DO IT!

Why I don't blog more

It's because of gchat and because my stream of consciousness ramblings/attempts at witty commentary go directly to Molly and then I never "flesh them out" into "blog posts."
Example:
me: i wish you were coming (to NAMM)

i wish there were a sad monkey face

Molly: why aren't there anymore?

Sent at 2:44 PM on Monday

me: well there is monkey face

but i want monkey face +lone tear
Sent at 2:47 PM on Monday

me: awesome air remix

Sent at 2:50 PM on Monday

me: whoa! why does andrew bird look exactly like Steve Cooney?

Sent at 2:53 PM on Monday

me: wow, zach condon looks 15

its not that he looks ugly, he just looks like a 120 lb 15 yr old

Sent at 2:56 PM on Monday

me: there is too much

too many blogs to read

tooo manY!

Sent at 2:58 PM on Monday

me: i think i like les savy fav

Uncut and virtually unedited. Note the lack of response in between my chats to Molly, and that not quite enough time has passed for me to be accomplishing tasks in between chats.
I just published a gchat on the internet. Clearly I am suffering from an overload of information, and an underload of intellect.

What's new, pussycat?

1. I work part-time for my dad. Come check out the Receptor at the Muse booth at NAMM in Anaheim, CA January 17-20, 2008. 

2. I tutor in English and college essays at Build a few evenings a week. It keeps me sane. No one ever got depressed helping other people. It's true.

3. In theory, I am one of three captains of the Atherton team of Obama for America. This is exciting, and also frightening because I don't usually get involved in these things. The last time I got personally involved in an election I lost (damn you Florida!) and had to do a dip (chewing tobacco) and that is SICK. By the way, I say "in theory" because I missed the first meeting and we're not starting at the phone banking until after the holidays. So what did I do for Barack today? I mentioned him in my blog. 

4. I have been receiving visitors: Kristin, David, and soon Rasha and then Azalea (shout out!). It's been really nice, and reminds me I may one day emerge from my cave into my peer group again.

5. I'm going to Ecuador! Ticket confirmed today. Jan 22-Feb 6. I guess most people go to Ecuador to tour the Galapagos but that is not on the itinerary. What is? Villages, mountain scenery, some form of local brew, photography, blogography, classic Shakira perhaps. 

Oh, just calm the frack down

HiC, despite widespread perception, is, in fact, still online. And I have one particularly loyal reader who has emailed me a few times to complain about the lack of daily updates, grammar and syntax errors, not enough Obama-love, etc. I thought I would need to build a bigger readership before the backlash began! But so it is. This is an open letter to my critics(no s): you must chill!

What is it you are looking for here, Reader? My thoughts on Puffins v. Honey Bunches of Oats for breakfast? A transcript of my notes on Caroline's college essays (fewer adverbs=better)? An analysis of my White Liberal Guilt-derived weirdness over tutoring ESL students at Build? Links to funny videos? How about reviews of the best ANTM, Project Runway, and Tila Tequila marathons (starving bitches, hilarious gays and batshit insane "lesbians" - the best of unscripted TV!). Or, uh, Razor...

My life is small right now. I'm more than fine with that. But it doesn't make for compelling reading.

Really, my daily life is a combination of "soccer mom" routine and child-like recidivism. I drive around (in a wagon, no less) to do errands like shuttling my sister and picking up the dry cleaning. I work in the mornings, nap around 4pm and then am fed dinner by my parents. It is AWESOME. This past week we've been Christmas-decorating, gingerbread house-making, and I've launched phase 2 of my campaign for a puppy. Phase 3 is when I present my stepdad with a lightly sedated pup in a box on Christmas morning! Shh!

My commitment to you, Reader: near-future posts will concern Grassroots Obama for America gossip (registered Democrats in Atherton, prepare for my call!), further career angst navel-gazing, stories from Claremont, LA, Taos, updates on the train of visitors from Yale, DC, NYC, et ceterata, celery soup.

Hey guys, remember when I lived in Asia? Me neither!