Hide and Seek

By: Imogen Heap

Where are we?
What the hell
Is going on?
The dust has only just
Began to form
Crop circles in the carpet.
Sinking
Feeling.

Spin me around again,
And rub my eyes
This can't be happening.
When busy steets,
A mess with people, would stop to hold
Their heads
Heavy.

Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years,
They were here first.

Oily marks appear
On walls,
Where pleasure moments
Hung before
The takeover,
The sweeping insensitivity
Of this
Still life.

Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines (oh, you won't catch me around here)
Blood and tears.
There were here first.

What'd you say?
That you only meant well?
Well of course you did.
What'd you say?
That it's all for the best?
Of course it is.
What'd you say?
That it's just what we need?
You decided this.
What'd you say?
What did she say?

(Hide and seek)
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth,
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
(Hide and seek)
Speak, no. Feeling, no. I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit, you don't care a bit.

(Hide and seek)
Oh no, you don't care a bit.
Oh no, you don't care a bit.
(Hide and seek)
Oh no, you don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.

Sock Drawers.

I think that it's high time that as a culture we stopped hiding things in our sock drawers. While cleaning my room today and doing an extensive dose of laundry I realized that whenever a person has something that they don't want a burglar to nab or the general public to see they think "I know the perfect place!" and go straight for the sock drawer. The person clearly thinks to themselves that the fact that it's an invasion of privacy to rummage through someone's dresser drawers is a deterrent for 90% of cases. Even in the remaining 10% of cases where the intruder is a burglar or a snoop and doesn't care about your privacy that it would be an awfully silly thing for such a person to go through the person's sock drawer; I mean... what of value could possibly be in a sock drawer? Except for the fact that everyone is ALSO aware that this is the stereotypical and prototypical hiding place for such things to the point that if I were a burglar or a snoop the sock drawer is probably the first place I would look for valuables or dirt on somebody. It's the same angel that tells people that the best place to hide their spare key is underneath the doormat. Come on everyone... get creative. Think of better hiding places, label your keys, and for the love of Pete, stop hiding things in your sock drawer!



...not that I have anything hidden in my sock drawer of course.

Shoes.

Edward: This town is everything man could ask for. And if I were to end up here, I'd consider myself lucky. But the fact is, I'm not ready to end up anywhere.

Jenny: How are you gonna make it without your shoes?

Edward: I suspect it will hurt. A lot.

Beamen: You won't find a better place!

Edward: I don't expect to.

The 60's.

I only have one class on Thursday (two if you count Jazz Band), so last thursday I decided to take a trip to the 1960's. No, it wasn't the kind of trips they took back in the 1960's.

My trip through the 60's started with running to Best Buy and picking up a copy of The Beatles Rock Band, which is hands down the best music-based video game I've ever played (it even beat out PaRappa The Rapper!). It's got a great lineup of all of your favorite Beatles songs, plus some more obscure ones that are just so much fun to play that you will soon be counting them among your favorite Beatles songs. Also included is the ability to add up to 3 microphones and sing harmony with other band members which is enjoyable for us vocally inclined folks. The story mode is really fun too, as it lets you play through the career of the Beatles (they even have clips from the tapes that were running as they recorded play on the loading screens, which are so fun to listen to that I sometimes forget to play the game). All of this is not to mention the fact that the game features some of the best graphics that I've seen on the Wii (not all the time, but during the intro video and at other key parts), as well as really cool background animations for all of the songs. If you have the means, I highly recommend picking it up.

I continued my trip through the 60's by attending Burning Coal Theatre's production of Hair. This is not ordinarily how I'd spend my Thursday night, even being the musical lover that I am, but tickets were only $5 as it was student preview night and this show happens to be my sister's professional acting debut... so how could I not go? I'd never seen Hair before, but had heard some good things about it, as well as a whole lot of "OMG NUDITY!" (before you ask, no... my sister isn't one of the ones who gets naked) so I wasn't sure what to expect. What the play delivered, though, was a whole lot of fun as well as some food for thought. This particular production was very cool as it was presented in a very intimate space and in a theatre-in-the-round-style atmosphere. At one point audience members are asked to get up and sit on the stage area as they cover the whole audience in a parachute (just like elementary school gym class!) to simulate an LSD trip (just like elementary school gym class!). I definitely recommend seeing it, and I'm not just saying that because you going to see it means my sister gets paid.

After seeing the show, I headed back home to play some more Beatles Rock Band and as I did so I realized that even though I wasn't around, I kinda miss the 1960's and wish I had gotten a chance to see them firsthand. Just as long as I wasn't eligible for the draft.

My thoughts as put forth by webcomics

I love it when the things I read relate to my life. Here are a few thoughts I've been having lately as told by some of my favorite webcomics (warning: harsh language to follow):


Thank you, XKCD, for those profound moments. Even if I'm not quite angsty enough to pull of the second. Also on my mind is:
That's right... it's getting to be that time of year again. I've got tickets to the NCSU v. South Carolina game on Thursday night. I'm very excite.

This is why we're awesome.

It's things like this that make me glad I'm a Lutheran.

Save me, Kudzu Jesus.

First off, no... I'm not talking about the crappy comic strip. I'm talking about this:


...a 30 foot tall likeness of the big guy himself (in this instance VERY big... that's a shipping container in the picture for a scale of reference) that has taken up residence by the train tracks on Boylan street in Raleigh. Full story (and more pictures) here. It's funny how something as simple as Kudzu can make you think.

Today's the first day of classes for me as a Spanish major. I'm taking 3 separate Spanish literature courses, including one that is 15th-16th century. You know how it's kinda hard to read Shakespeare? Well now imagine that, but not in your native language. Kudzu Jesus, save me!