I think I just got MJ'd

There comes a time. When we heed a certain call. When the world must come together as one.

This lyric has been in my head all day and I just now realized it's We Are the (fucking) World. I don't know if the lyrics are right, so don't correct me. I don't care.

I was told once that the only way to successfully remove a song from you head is to attempt to replace it with Tina Turner's Private Dancer. Your problem isn't solved simply by replacing the song you can't stop repeating over and over in your head, but Private Dancer has some magical, anti-stick in you head quality that prevents it from, uh, getting stuck in your head. At the same time, it erases the memory of the original song, leaving you with pure, clean silence.

If you believe, it will be true.

In the meantime, There's a choice we're making. We're saving our own lives. It's true we'll make a better day, just you and me. Woo woo woo woo.

I love you cupcake

There is a bakery in my neighborhood that makes insanely good cakes and assorted baked goods. As I'm trying to maintain my girlish figure, and I have no willpower, I avoid this place at all costs.

Now that I'm leaving my neighborhood is Astoria, though, I'm inclined to partake of all the local delicacies I will no longer have access to in a month. Which brings me to the red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting. This thing is sick. It's moist and delicious, and when I bring it to parties it's gone in seconds.

I definitely wanted to revisit this delightful treat one last time, but I could hardly justify buying myself a cake, even a small one. As I passed by this afternoon, lamenting that I had no one to share a cake with, what appeared in the window? Not a cake, but a cupcake! A red velvet with cream cheese frosting cupcake.


It was so delicious it's making me rethink my decision to move out of state.

New Neighbors

I looked outside my window this afternoon and saw these guys who have taken up residence on the fire escape.


The kitties LOVE to sit on the windowsill and watch them.

Jack White's a Dick

So, I was hanging out with Jack White at a bar in the lower east side and learned a couple things. What I learned about Jack White is that he is not a monkey, but he may be Albert Einstein.

I asked him to wish my friend a happy birthday (it was her birthday, we were celebrating) to which he replied, "What do you think I am? A monkey in a cage?" I had no response as this seemed a little illogical, so I just asked him again, and he asked me, "If I were Albert Einstein, would you ask me to reconfigure the atom?" Huh?

It got me thinking, though. If Jack White were Albert Einstein, would I ask him to reconfigure the atom (whatever that means)? And if not, what would I ask him? And if Jack White were another dead physicist, what would I ask him? And I realized the potential here is limitless.

So what I'm thinking is, this is the beginning of a great concept album. If Jack White were a dead physicist, what would I ask him? The problem is that I know dick about physics, so I'm going to need some suggestions. So let me know who your favorite physicist is and what you would ask him/her if he/she were Jack White and I'll write a song about it. Or maybe write a poem.