by hook or crook

"The intervals of the distant artillery fire grew shorter, as if the big guns were tuning up, choking to get something out. Claude sat up in his bed and listened. The sound of the guns had from the first been pleasant to him, had given him a feeling of confidence and safety; tonight he knew why. What they said was,that men could still die for an idea; and would burn all they had made to keep their dreams. He knew the future of the world was safe; the careful planners would never be able to put it into a strait-jacket,--cunning and prudence would never have it to themselves. Why, that little boy downstairs, with the candlelight in his eyes, when it came to the last cry, as they said, could "carry on" for ever! Ideals were not archaic things, beautiful and impotent; they were the real sources of power among men. As long as that was true, and now he knew it was true--he had come all this way to find out--he had no quarrel with Destiny. Nor did he envy David. He would give his own adventure for no man's. On the edge of sleep it seemed to glimmer, like the clear column ofthe fountain, like the new moon,--alluring, half-averted, the bright face of danger." --Willa Cather, One of Ours

it's set in WWI. i don't think it's true anymore. vietnam war? nixon? the careful planners have got their way. only in ultimate can idealism still trump cunning and prudence.

peanut butter tastes good with anything, including tandoori chicken wraps in spinach pitas. i need to stop binging at night. you'd think with nothing but peanut butter and chocolate in my fridge, that would't be tough to accomplish, but you underestimate me, friend (why are you laughing? because i'm not left handed).

it's decided. i'm going to learn cantonese. disney channel comes in cantonese here, except commercials, which aren't targeted towards the same audience as the shows (?) (luckily, cartoon network is all english, so at least i can understand teen titans, which totally has more plot than totally spies anyways). yeah, so watching totally spies last night, i think i picked up about as much as i normally would've (because i'm so tuned into that show and because most of the communication comes as squeals, which transcend language, duh), but i only learned one word: jerry. jerry in cantonese sounds about as jerry in japanese might sound (which i spent two years studying, so i would know), and without having intimate knowledge of either language, the closest you could come would be the english word jelly (but you'd linger less on the last syllable. imagine saying jet li without the t). there. that's my language exposition of the day. i'm actually kinda pissed that kim possible is in cantonese...that's totally a harder show to understand, and i bet they've lost all the one-liners. i'm also pissed that i get no english sitcom channels. i want friends reruns! i want will and grace and other friendly, bite-sized tv nuggets. i don't want to commit to an hbo movie everytime i wanna relax. jeez. what do you think i am?! i haven't the emotions or the brains. maybe it's time i ponied up to the realization that i'm actually in a foreign country and stop trying to replicate the luxuries of the homeland. sigh. tuesdays.

according to glam.com, i'm a chloe paddington bag (it's my laidback style). i don't see what's laidback about a bag that costs 800 pounds. have they met adidas, patagonia, the chinese vendor down the street?

the saskatchewan doctor just told me i'm from the backwaters because i'm from georgia. wtf? what kind of house do you live in? that's right, put that stone away. and now i'm drowsy...even though i didn't take the sketchy codeine pills he gave me in an unlabeled ziplock bag.