Small Town Texas

I saw Varsity Blues for the first time last night and have to say - it made me afraid of small towns in Texas. I love the show Friday Night Lights, but there is something about Coach Eric Taylor and the quaint town of Dillon with it's lovable yet troubled youth that make me feel inspired as opposed to afraid like James Van Der Beek and his teammates did.

I also found myself imagining that new Ke$ha video with James Van Der Beek in it - laughing and mumbling to myself "don't slanderbeek the Van Der Douche."

If you haven't seen Ke$ha's video featuring the former Dawson Leary - you should do yourself a favor and watch it. Just to laugh. How could you go wrong with James Van Der Beek and unicorns tripping on acid?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFWX0hWCbng

Libraries

Who decides what books are brought in to a library? Who's the book "talent scout?"

Does this scout read reviews religiously and decide what to order? When do you order an author's entire anthology instead of their best sellers?

Do best sellers determine if you should order? Or are libraries more quality driven?

I like to believe that some libraries are quality focused and others consumer-focused - depending on the library's talent scout.

These scouts have an underground society where they debate the merit of new authors. Like a verbal fight club. But instead of meeting in parking garages or warehouses, they meet in abandoned coffee shops and Subaru dealerships. (Library talent scouts drink great coffee and drive Subarus)

The library scout with the most street cred gets a bumper sticker with the mysterious acronym "LBR" stamped on it. LBR standing for Library Bragging Rights. That way every other Subaru driving Library Talent Scout knows who's boss.

Haunting Harmonies

The Fleet Foxes have become a staple in my musical life. NPR just released a preview of their entire album, and I highly recommend giving it a listen - at work, at home, at the coffee shop. I'm headed to their show on May 11th, and can't help but assume that I'll be swaying to their tunes in the arms of my significant other, wondering if I ever have to move from that very spot.

Word of caution though - if you are already feeling apathetic to the world this album may not be the most appropriate remedy.

http://www.npr.org/2011/04/25/135550848/first-listen-fleet-foxes-helplessness-blues?sc=fb&cc=fp

Mom made it

A few days ago my Mother made it on whenparentstext.com. As mentioned a few posts ago, it has quickly become one of my favorite websites.

The Mother in questions described it as the perfect snapshot of family life. "People try to write these long, meandering stories about their family - and the relate-able dynamics get lost. But with these - family life is confined to the limited characters allowed for a text. It's brilliant."

I agree. And with no further adoooo. Mi madre's text - quickly becoming a top wpt post:

http://whenparentstext.com/vacation-3

Twinners

Imagine if I had been a twin?

Can't?

No problem. Check out this link. This would have been my Mother's life.

http://www.twinmamarama.com/

New favorite website

I may not have written anything in a long while - but I'm keeping this short and sweet and simultaneously changing your life for the better.

Assuming you have a sense of humor at least remotely similar to mine. http://www.whenparentstext.com/.

I can't handle that website. These are things my parents would absolutely text me. I laughed so hard in my office this morning that I started crying.

Note: WPT (whenparentstext) is a work hazard.

Use with caution.

The Troll

I recently came to an agreement with the unreasonable anti-gym troll who lives in my brain.

For 2 years this troll managed to convince me that the gym was an evil place filled with judgmental blondes with perfect legs and sculpted arms. It seemed likely, considering TCU is filled with some of the most beautiful young women I have ever seen. Also, given my cankel situation it was likely that they would have no choice but to judge the state of these not-so-hot-to-trot legs.

But a few weeks ago the troll and I had a discussion... where was this strange fear/loathing of the gym coming from? Why couldn't we be friends with the gym? Try a lunch date and then decide if it's relationship material maybe?

He was pleased with my step by step approach and agreed to a lunch date. 20 minutes of cardio, on a machine, surrounded by other normal looking people.

I am happy to say that the gym and I are now dating. I like his temperature control and fancy equipment.

I even ventured into the weight room yesterday.

Suck it troll.