Thursday, June 26, 2008

When I was six, my parents hired a nanny to take care of my sister and me. Missy was awesome, aside from the fact that her car used to break down all the time, so we would have to walk home from school instead of getting a ride. (When you are six, this is a very big deal. Walking home is, like, the worst thing ever.) She used to do all sorts of projects with us that never turned out quite right, but, instead of these disasters being disappointments, they always felt like a fun sort of adventure. In addition, Missy was from Texas, and she was a Republican. She taught our little hippy Cambridge hearts about diversity. She also taught us about Buns of Steel.
My sister and I used to love doing Buns of Steel. We used to come home, eat our little hippy snack of apples and organic peanut butter, and pop Buns of Steel into the VCR to start doing leg lifts. We tried Abs of Steel once, but we just didn't like it very much. Nothing quite compared to the satisfaction of knowing that you were building your Bun Muscles with every leg lift. (I don't remember anything but the leg lifts. They made a big impression because I was worried that I would build up the muscles on one leg but not the other by doing different numbers of lifts on each side.) We did Buns of Steel every single day after school for several months, and I'm sure our five- and seven-year-old buns were very toned as a result.
Right before I started third grade, my mother quit work to stay home with my sister and me, and while we stayed in touch with Missy, we totally forgot about our favorite pastime. I haven't done an exercise video in fifteen years. (If you remember that I was seven fifteen years ago, you will be especially impressed by this fact.)
I hadn't done an exercise video in fifteen years until today, that is. I was bored with running and keep reading all these blogs where people lose weight and get all toned doing exercise videos, so I found a twenty-minute kickboxing video for free online and did it. And it kicked my ass.
Way harder than Buns of Steel ever did.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008


That's right, we did.
The part of me that loves tradition and poetic-ness and you know, that stuff loves that we didn't just win the championship, but that we beat the Lakers to do it.
I heart the Celtics.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

So I done Gradumatated

It was hot.
Now I'm home, and I'm painting my house.
I head out to San Francisco in mid-August.
My life is boring.
More later.
p.s. The Sex and the City movie wasn't that bad.

Friday, June 6, 2008

Oops! It's been a week.

Isn't it funny how, once finals are over and I have more free time to waste, I don't update as often?
It happens every term, like clockwork.
Guess what the weather is going to be like in Hanover, New Hampshire on Sunday, the day I am supposed to graduate from Dartmouth College?
Well, according to

Rainy AND hot!
My roommate pointed out that it could be snowing. Which would probably be worse.