Those Crazy Swedes

For obvious reasons, I think I may have to buy Tobias Fröberg's For Elisabeth Wherever She Is next time I have money. This is why Internet sites with random artists' songs are bad for people on limited incomes.

To Single Men Who Have Immigrated to the United States

American women are not sluts.

Well, a few of them are, but I'm sure your native country has protitutes too, and before you immigrated that never led you to believe that random women doing homework at a transit station in broad daylight were whores.
So lots of female characters in American action/adventure movies are loose—it's fiction! If American men were really getting that much sex, just maybe they wouldn't be so interested in watching other people have sex.

Honestly, people.

In other news, 94/7 played a new song by The Decemberists called "O Valencia!" and my audio stream cut out whilst I recorded it. (I'm not a bad person: I will definitely buy The Crane Wife when it comes out—I just wanted to have the song until then.)

Weird Food Quirk

Well, I compiled the quite-extensive list of foods I dislike, and found that everything except cooked carrots are creamy/mushy and white.
I can't explain any of it except for the Parkay squeeze margarine. I know why I hate that.

Enough with the anonymous posts, already!

You know, when you click "Other" a couple boxes appear so you can type your name and website, even if you don't have a Blogger account?

I was going to talk about the sickening hypocricy of my classmates in Intro to the Humanities of Islam, but now I don't have the strength. Too overwhelmed by classes. Too annoyed by anonymous commentors who don't say who they are in the message (by the way, thanks coz).

'Cause we've just had too much good news lately

So, the gap between rich and poor in the United States is widening. I am too exhausted too care, and I think everyone else is too. That's why everyone, even that inmate John I was talking to, only cared about So You Think You Can Dance? this summer! It's so much easier to be braindead than to care about things you can't change.

Is patriotism godly?

Whilst eating breakfast after watching Everything is Illuminated, I started thinking about how this current collection of little conflicts could easily turn into WWIII.

Yeah, yeah, you've heard it before. So have I. Then, I started to wonder: what if we were on the "wrong" side of World War Three? How would we know? Did the German people know they were on the "wrong" side of WWII? I used to hear stories of righteous Germans who went to war because supporting one's country is the "right" thing to do, but I never thought much about it. Suddenly, those anecdotes are closer to home; which is more "right", to fight against one's own government when it is "wrong" or to fight for one's own government even though it is "wrong"?

Which is more valuable, patriotism or righteous rebellion?

How is a patriotic person to know that he or she is on the "wrong" side?

Please note that I mean "what if we were on the 'wrong' side", not "we are on the wrong side". I am not suggesting rebellion in any country, real or imagined. I'm just thinking about how it must have been hard to know.

Top Ten Reasons Why Phantom Roommates Are Better Than Real Ones

10. Phantom roommates love all your music, even the Hebrew reggae.
9. Phantom roommates do not make out with their boyfriends on the living-room couch while you are trying to watch NBC Nightly News.
8. Phantom roommates do not bake cookies that make you sick but fill the apartment with a pleasant aroma.
7. Phantom roommates' stuff stays just the way they left it: in that perfect pre-use state of unpacking.
6. Phantom roommates do not report you to the manager for breaking guest rules.
5. Phantom roommates do not want to talk to you when you have a big report due.
4. Phantom roommates do not mind when you stay up until 03:15.
3. Phantom roommates are very quiet when you have a migraine.
2. Phantom roommates allow you to dominate every conversation.
1. Phantom roommates love you just the way you are, even when you're stressed and your side of the room looks like a hurricane hit it.