Where does the good go

Archive for April, 2010

Happy Patriots Day!

Monday, April 19th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

Today we are all Patriots! Hail our leader Bill Belichick!


Riots ’11!!! Let’s do this.

Song of the Day

Monday, April 19th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

Not so random thought

Sunday, April 18th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

I can’t exactly define disloyalty, but I know it when I feel it.

Ken Wheaton says to read this book

Sunday, April 18th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

And it’s not even his own!

On Thursday, I started reading Matthew Quick’s Sorta Like a Rock Star. On Friday morning, I finished it. I managed this despite taking Ambien on Thursday night. Ended up staying up until 1 in the morning and then, when I woke up before the alarm, instead of going back to sleep or turning on the television, I finished reading the book.

I’ll say this much: I’m glad I finished the book in the privacy of my own home. While it may have helped his sales some, I don’t fancy the idea of sitting on the 4 Train and blubbering like an idiot as the story crosses the finish line.

Conversation of the Day

Saturday, April 17th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

Ugarles walks into the casino wearing a Saints ballcap:

Me: Nice hat, Sir.
Ugarles: Thanks!
Me: I heard they won the Superbowl.
Ugarles: That they did. That’s 1…how many have the Eagles got?
Me: Ha!
Ugarles: Las Vegas burn. CK just shivered and she doesn’t know why.

Not so random thought

Thursday, April 15th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

My aversion to animals stems, in part, from my inability to reason with them. However, I have come to realize there are humans with whom I am also unable to reason.


Wednesday, April 14th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

@Keitholbermann is on twitter now! Tweeting! For real! He hasn’t talked back to me yet though. Boo.


OH NO!! Literally five minutes after I posted this, one of my favorite twitterers, Gangsta Prof Blair Kelley, did a search of KO’s follow list and discovered that he only follows white people and some dude named Eugene Robinson, whose account is staff run. She spent the night sending him black tweeps to follow and this morning, though he didn’t respond, he now follows Al Sharpton, Tiki Barber and Danny Glover. Oy. Fail fail fail.

Where have all the cowboys gone indeed.

Fickle finger of fate

Wednesday, April 14th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

I currently feel all verklempt being all sans laptop and living the life of a nomad.
I can’t believe I nearly missed poetry Wednesday last week AND I must confess I’m ill prepared this week. However, excuses given, here is my selection for this week. Invictus.
I’ve been thinking about the themes of this poem for many years now. I was once a very driven person. Competitive by nature, with some talents, I set goals for myself and knocked them down one by one. Some were silly: joining as many groups in high school as I could so I’d have a bunch of yearbook pictures; others were lofty: graduate law school before I turned 25. Yet, if I decided I would do it, I did it. And then, I sorta reached a natural end to all that: a high paying, fancy schmancy job and well that was that.
Naturally, once I lost my high paying fancy schmancy job, the goal was obvious: get that shit back! But it hasn’t happened. And honestly, I’m not even sure that’s what I want (shh NOBODY tell my mother. I WILL CUT YOU!)
And I can’t help but wonder if my ambivalence is its own obstacle.
How in control of all this am I? I don’t know. This year has been trying, and unlike the noble narrator in the poem, I very much winced and cried! My head was bloody, bowed and I gave the hell up.
But then, I had my little victories. Yes, they were silly. And no, I didn’t cure cancer. But I did set out to do something and did it!
Maybe, just maybe I can still make my own way in this crazy mixed up world of ours.

Invictus by
William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

I thought we were friends

Wednesday, April 14th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

How could you guys know this video was on youtube AND NOT INFORM ME???

You are all grounded. And I demand you comment links to equally hilarious youtube footage that I should be watching! Hmph. Hilarity hoarders! That’s what you all are! Except Kaz and Tito who spent last night regaling me with youtube and key lime pie. mmm pie!

Oh and here’s the Charlie Bit me REMIX: HA!

Note to self

Sunday, April 11th, 2010 by Dawn Summers

When deciding between the brunch destination choices of a dude who lives on the Upper East side and his girlfriend visiting from Boston, always choose that of the New Yorker. Even if he steals donuts. Which, HE DOES.

Also, when aforementioned girlfriend says they’re going to get there early and form the line…remember that she is Russian. #Nottobetrusted #truestory #HappyBirthday