tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13806362011-04-21T16:40:59.373-04:00.righter rants..the excessive rantings of a writer-actor-student-believer-rebel with a cause.Laurennoreply@blogger.comBlogger491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-798935732002-08-06T11:23:00.000-04:002002-08-06T11:24:11.000-04:00righton.blogspot.com :: the newer, better blog
I'm not angsty anymore. Honest.Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-82887722001-12-30T23:25:00.000-05:002001-12-30T23:26:10.000-05:00Another great day in New York, my favorite city.
Proof is a great play, I must say. Wow. Really one of the best shows I've seen in a while. David Auburn, the playright, is quite a force to be reckoned with, in my humble opinion. And once I warmed up to the style of the actors, they were impressive as well.
Town, on West 56th Street, is a great restaurant, I must say. Utter lack of veggie Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-80622042001-12-19T22:26:00.000-05:002001-12-19T22:26:07.646-05:00Goodness me. Hate me, hate me, say that you hate me.
It's been almost half a year now since I last posted anything at all. I can't believe they haven't deleted my page. It's doing nothing but clogging up the internet and archiving all my insane high school rantings.
So much has changed, yet so much has remained the same. Indeed.
I'm at college now. Would you believe it? All that whining, and Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-35630152001-05-09T12:15:00.000-04:002001-05-09T12:12:13.200-04:00I'm going to D.C. this weekend, trying to figure out the best way to go. I'm not going to drive, cause that's just hellish, but I can't decide whether I should take the train or go by plane. Ah, decisions, decisions. But this one's honestly not an easy one! The New York Times even ran an article about it in March.Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-34680732001-05-02T15:48:00.000-04:002001-05-02T15:49:43.716-04:00How nice! Now the best magazine ever, The New Yorker has a swell website to go along with it. If nothing else, go for the cartoons, which are positively unrivaled, in my humble opinion. (Even if you only read the cartoons, you can still tell people you read The New Yorker. They'll think you're really academic. Or literary. Or scholarly. Or somethin.)Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-34284532001-04-30T02:13:00.000-04:002001-04-30T02:14:21.583-04:00What is this, a joke?Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-34242532001-04-29T20:18:00.000-04:002001-04-29T20:19:09.503-04:00I don't know why this blog has suddenly turned into a feminist rag. Perhaps it's because I'm finally reading The Feminine Mystique by Betty Friedan. (My favorite quote so far: "I, like all other women, thought there was something wrong with me because I didn't get an orgasm from waxing the kitchen floor.") But anyway, over at megnut.com, the personal blog of Meg Hourihan (co-founder of Blogger), Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-33878482001-04-26T22:54:00.000-04:002001-04-28T11:16:47.443-04:00Uh oh. How quickly the inspired become the disillusioned. Oh, Jane. Dear, Jane. (shakes head, sighs, trudges out the door with eyes cast toward the floor... ;)Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-33724082001-04-25T23:10:00.000-04:002001-04-25T23:12:11.686-04:00I'd like to take a moment to fully appreciate the coolness of Jane Pratt. Frankly, the woman deserves more than a moment. She rocks. Really. Truly. I want to meet her; I want to emulate her intangible coolness. OK, well now I just sound obsessive. You may ask, ever-so-naively, "Who is this Jane Pratt you speak of?" Jane Pratt's probably best known for the creation and development of (the Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-33122372001-04-22T00:11:00.000-04:002001-04-22T00:15:40.430-04:00Chemistry is an interesting thing. I'm not referring to the science, which I find wholly uninteresting as a matter of fact, but rather the chemistry between two people. There aren't many people I have real chemistry with. I can have a good relationship, a good friendship, without implicit chemistry, but sometimes having the connection with someone on another level just makes the relationship moreLaurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-31955032001-04-13T22:56:00.000-04:002001-04-13T22:58:34.290-04:00I just returned from five wonderful days in the Berkshires, a region encompassing part of western Massachusetts and New York and characterized by its rolling green hills and charming little towns. My friends and I got a real steal on a condo because it's the off-season, but there was still so much to do. My new favorite city is Northampton, a tiny but bustling city that has thrived in the middle Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-30861772001-04-06T00:52:00.000-04:002001-04-06T00:53:07.990-04:00I applied to ten colleges. I got accepted at two. What the hey?!Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-30082592001-03-31T16:44:00.000-05:002001-03-31T16:44:06.826-05:00I arrived in D.C. at 4am today because I was in a production of Tartuffe last night, and I had to be at my cousin's Bat Mitzvah this morning. I took the shuttle back because there's another show tonight. And. I just got the boot from NYU. Not too happy about that. Nope, nope, nope.Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-29364142001-03-26T03:03:00.000-05:002001-03-26T03:18:49.000-05:00"Always remember that no [wo]man is worth your tears, and the one [wo]man who is will never make you cry."Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-29126952001-03-24T02:33:00.000-05:002001-03-24T02:48:43.873-05:00I am a big believer in gun control. I think that it works; I think it makes sense; and I honestly cannot understand those who oppose it. All it does is save lives-- how can you disagree with that? I am deeply distressed by the recent wave of in-school violence. It started up again with the Santana High School shooting in Santee, CA, the worst massacre since 1999's tragic Columbine. But how far Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-28334642001-03-18T17:13:00.000-05:002001-03-18T17:27:03.500-05:00In honor of St. Patrick's Day (which I realize was yesterday), I'd like to announce, without a twinge of embarrassment, that I am a huge fan of Irish music. It all began when I heard the song "Lover of Light," the second song off the second release of world music band Afrocelt Sound System. I call them a "world music" band, because I don't know what else to call them. The song "Lover of Light" Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-27942182001-03-15T16:30:00.000-05:002001-03-15T16:43:38.383-05:00This is so cool. And it's not often that you hear me saying that something scientific is cool.Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-27896642001-03-15T10:09:00.000-05:002001-03-15T10:22:21.173-05:00I've been researching Paris life between the years of 1880 and 1930. I have to say, the 1920s was a fine time to be in Paris. All kinds of American writers and other Bohemian sorts flocked to Paris for the sheer excitement and vivacity the city possessed. Cool.Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-27481452001-03-12T17:07:00.000-05:002001-03-12T17:19:46.493-05:00I'm feeling sleep deprived. Sigh.Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-27383332001-03-12T00:16:00.000-05:002001-03-12T00:29:12.320-05:00I actually bought the videotape of an Ani DiFranco concert I was at. Honestly, when am I going to sit down an watch two low-recording-quality hours of a concert I've already seen, live? I should become a wiser consumer. Oh well.Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-27253232001-03-11T00:34:00.000-05:002001-03-11T00:46:27.023-05:00A new, cleaner look for .righter rants. (And look! Now you can contact me!)Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-27249562001-03-10T23:59:00.000-05:002001-03-11T00:11:07.676-05:00Today I went to an open mic night hosted by the Youth Network of Refuse & Resist, an organization fighting against police brutality, and for reproductive rights and the release of Mumia Abu-Jamal. It's an interesting platform, a bit on the random side. It's certainly a hyper-radical group, and I don't agree with all of their ideology. But their hearts are in the right places. The event I was at, Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-27149052001-03-10T01:37:00.000-05:002001-03-10T01:49:25.890-05:00There's something about music that's too wonderful to put into words. I've even started listening to music while I'm online. Just tonight, I was with all my friends. One was playing guitar, the other was playing the djembe (awesome bongo-like hand drum). We were sort of singing, sort of just moving to the beat. Then suddenly, there's just this tangible energy in the room. I don't know. Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-26999902001-03-09T00:25:00.000-05:002001-03-09T00:37:16.070-05:00Well, I'm back, if only for a little while. And, miss them or not, it's time for me to take you on a little tour of my ever-active mind. Please, let's begin.We start in the political, sociological (made-up word?) part of my brain. Here we find that I've been thinking about how life is unfair. I can be as dreamy and ideological as I want, but that just doesn't change anything. Getting to be Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-23044332001-02-09T01:21:00.000-05:002001-02-09T01:26:36.913-05:00I've been reading a lot about the decline of Pyra, the company behind my beloved Blogger. I'm hardly a web junkie, but in some much more human sense, I've always felt some sort of connection to the people behind Blogger. (Creepy? Perhaps.) They certainly don't know me. They've never read my blog, but I've read theirs. Their vision of what Blogger could be, and their own quirky personalities Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-22477402001-02-04T23:17:00.000-05:002001-02-05T00:06:22.006-05:00Honestly, I'm a little bizarre. I know most people make New Year's Resolutions, but I forgot. So I'm going to make a February resolution instead: post more (much more!) on this silly little excuse for a weblog. It's getting ridiculous, and I'm sick of making excuses.I don't know when it first became official news, but I was very sad to hear that Pyra, the company behind Blogger (a lovely Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-19994692001-01-16T18:35:00.000-05:002001-01-16T18:37:17.336-05:00Agenda for the day: 1. Write a rather lengthy paper regarding Sappho and the role of women in Greek society. Of course, this must somehow be tied in with women as portrayed in Greek art. Hmmm. Yes.2. Figure out the cheapest way to get to England in one piece, preferably unscarred. There are so many different services I've heard of -- TravelOCity, LowestFare, Priceline (or is that last one Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-19872112001-01-15T21:18:00.000-05:002001-01-15T21:18:29.016-05:00Okay, okay... I'm a horrible bloggist. I should burn in the pits of Blogger Hell (is that an oxymoron?). I realize that by not updating my sorry little excuse for a blog, I have merely adding to the clutter that er, clutters the net. But now that that's out of the way, I would like to beg ever-so-humbly for your forgiveness (who are you, anyway? who reads this thing? anyone?), and then move onLaurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-19871802001-01-15T21:16:00.000-05:002001-01-15T21:16:18.360-05:00Okay, okay... I'm a horrible bloggist. I should burn in the pits of Blogger Hell (is that an oxymoron?). I realize that by not updating my sorry little excuse for a blog, I have merely adding to the clutter that er, clutters the net. But now that that's out of the way, I would like to beg ever-so-humbly for your forgiveness (who are you, anyway? who reads this thing? anyone?), and then move onLaurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-18177092000-12-31T04:31:00.000-05:002000-12-31T04:31:42.650-05:00Greetings! I'm writing live, on location, in San Diego, California. Well, I didn't go to the zoo, and I don't have plans to, but San Diego happens to be a really cool city. Who knew, right? There's really a lot to do here. I went to the Gaslamp Quarter one night. That might have been the coolest thing I did. It's just an awesome area. Very alive, very...er.... happenin'. (Ah! Who am I? And why doLaurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-17564472000-12-24T02:45:00.000-05:002000-12-24T02:45:09.056-05:00I will not whine any more (for now) about the college admissions process. I will merely state that, after an unexpected series of mini-crises, the January 1st group is coming to an end. But, onto things of consequence... heh. Riiight.For example, let's talk for a moment about bad movies. I'm not too particular with movies -- I love a few, but I like most of them. Those vying for my coveted "TrulyLaurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-16829892000-12-16T16:12:00.000-05:002000-12-16T16:12:02.916-05:00I just wanted to post a little addendum to my other post about sleeping issues. I wrote a trite little poem about it, and thought I'd post it:“Song of Somnolence”the tell-tale tickingas the hour hand creeps past 3ambrosial scents waft in through windows thrown open:it is a night fit for the godsI sit alone eyes stingingblinded by my blackened thoughtswhich build like an ashen residuethree-thirty,Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-16829512000-12-16T16:07:00.000-05:002000-12-16T16:07:08.526-05:00I haven't posted in too long! This has been quite a stressful time in my life. I am thoroughly convinced that the college admissions process was fully designed and executed by Satan himself. (Not that I technically believe in the Devil... but details, details!) Everybody cares too much, but it's nobody's fault, really. How are we supposed to laugh it off when we've been driven like cattle to thisLaurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-15727702000-12-06T00:40:00.000-05:002000-12-06T00:40:53.590-05:00What should I be doing right now? (Hint: Blogging is certainly not the right answer.) If I paid any heed to my physical and emotional needs (hey, that rhymes), I would be sleeping. Many people don't seem to realize: sleep is so important. I've read that being sleep deprived on a regular basis is worse for your health than smoking. Should I feel like a hypocrite for not smoking for health reasons,Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-15453192000-12-03T15:19:00.000-05:002000-12-04T00:04:19.136-05:00Regarding my previous discussion (11/27/00) on the word "nerd" and the extent of my own nerdiness: new evidence has been unearthed to support the claim that yes, I am a nerd. Ahem:I was on one of my late night/early morning web excursions (evidence in and of itself?) and stumbled across the TellMe Studio, which utilizes the new VXML (VoiceXML). From my painfully limited understanding, VXML is Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-15411122000-12-03T01:47:00.000-05:002000-12-03T23:30:48.860-05:00Speaking of people:Dana (*name has been unaltered to extol the incredible*) is an amazing human being. I was talking (in my last blog) about how certain people take my breath away, in the best way possible, just by being themselves. Dana is the first person that comes to mind. And as unlucky as I feel to know Robyn, I feel ten times more blessed to have Dana in my life. I can't believe it when I Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-15409652000-12-03T01:27:00.000-05:002000-12-03T01:27:34.376-05:00So I've established that I'm fascinated by people. But sometimes it's more than fascination -- sometimes I'm just shocked, completely dumbfounded. Occasionally, it's because I meet somebody who's just so amazing s/he takes my breath away. Other times, I just can't believe that someone could be so horrible. Well, horrible's a strong word. I'm pretty good at finding good in most people, but some Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-15226212000-12-01T02:05:00.000-05:002000-12-01T02:25:25.886-05:00At last, it's come: my biased, overzealous political shpeel. Or, at least a little rhetoric-spouting, eh?Actually, it's going to be a micro-shpeel. It's just that for a project on special interest groups, I've been researching groups for and against the legalization of same-sex marriage.First, I would like to announce that I think crazy right-wing political organizations are, well, crazy. (Took Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-14974862000-11-28T22:04:00.000-05:002000-11-28T22:04:15.986-05:00I promised myself I would not use this blog to whine about how bored I am, but I'd honestly just like to muse for a moment on the idea of monotony. My life is pretty monotonous. What do I do? I go to school, I talk to people, I pursue some of the things I'm interested in, I blog. Nothing too earth-shattering there. Yet I am certainly not unhappy; why does monotony have such a foul connotation? I Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-14846762000-11-27T20:07:00.000-05:002000-11-27T20:07:25.953-05:00To continue the nonsense I started an hour ago... I was talking about "nerd," the word. (Perhaps I should have stopped, but, alas, I continue.)Before I forget, I'd like to point out the fascinating etymology of this word. According to good old Merriam-Webster, it probably originated in the 1950 Dr. Seuss story "If I Ran the Zoo," which included a creature called a "nerd." Who knew? That Dr. SeussLaurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-14838812000-11-27T18:55:00.000-05:002000-12-04T00:02:46.366-05:00Ah, the ever-thrilling adventures in the uneventful life of an enthused but boredneophyte-blogger teen! (There's a mouthful of balderdash, eh?)...Guess what I did today? It's rather ironic, actually. I looked up "nerd" in the dictionary. Ahem:nerd (noun) : an unstylish, unattractive, or socially inept person; especially : one slavishly devoted to intellectual or academic pursuits.[*Note: This Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-14755972000-11-26T23:56:00.000-05:002000-11-26T23:56:36.400-05:00I knew I couldn't last too long without talking about college. But I tried -- at least give me credit for that.Ready for my random ruminations? Well, ready or not...I think college is a great thing. I'm looking forward to it. I think it's a wonderful opportunity to study what I want, to learn lots of interesting things, to meet a myriad of new & interesting people, to grow.... shit. I sound like Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-14641582000-11-25T19:54:00.000-05:002000-11-25T19:54:59.573-05:00I was really getting good, posting everyday, and now I've just fallen out of synch. It's been Thanksgiving; I'm all off schedule. I had a fairly classic Thanksgiving: family, turkey, somnolence (my word of the week;). Today I had a rather eye-opening experience. It made me realize just how sheltered I am, which was rather upsetting. I like to think of myself as very "city," if I may use that as Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-14020992000-11-18T17:59:00.000-05:002000-11-18T17:59:27.416-05:00Just a little update:
My blogs should start archiving themselves, from what I understand. This means you (and I) can check old blogs when new blogs just don't sate your hunger for me me me. (That somehow sounded wrong, though I didn't mean it that way. I swear. I didn't.)Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-14019572000-11-18T17:35:00.000-05:002000-11-18T17:35:40.730-05:00Okay, stick with me on this one, I swear I'm going somewhere with this...
When I was little, and first watched the Judy Garland musical "Meet Me In St. Louis," I identified with the littlest sister, "Tootie," played by Margaret O'Brien (I think). There's a part in the movie where Tootie is extolling the virtues of St. Louis and then comments, "Aren't I lucky to have been born in my most favoriteLaurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-13882992000-11-16T23:46:00.000-05:002000-11-16T23:46:51.376-05:00It has been rather uneventful Friday night. I would even venture to say "boring." I went to a play, "The Mystery of Edwin Drood." The premise is really interesting. Charles Dickins began writing a great mystery novel ("The Mystery of Edwin Drood" no less) but tragically died before he could finish it. The play that I saw is a bit of a play-within-a-play: A certain theater company is performing "Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-13882372000-11-16T23:39:00.000-05:002000-11-16T23:39:35.360-05:00I just wrote a song, I thought I'd post the lyrics, just to further share what's on my mind (it's sort of about how I love NYC, and more about something a little more significant):
Verse 1:
Scootering through Chelsea
and scuttering through life
Oh your life is rife with freedom
Chorus:
So sometimes, you can't blame me,
I want to be you...
and there are even days I'd say
I'm in a Chelsea mood.
Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-13873962000-11-16T21:53:00.000-05:002000-11-16T21:53:21.753-05:00Today is one of those days I should have just not gotten out of bed. Unfortunately, I did, and I had one of those frumpy-grumpy days where you'd be hard-pressed to catch me at a moment when I wasn't annoyed, complaining, or moping. Be glad you didn't cross my path today. Be very glad.
There were, still, some high points of my day. For one, *gasp* math class. Shocking, I know. Calculus is hardly Laurennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380636.post-13806772000-11-16T03:19:00.000-05:002000-11-16T03:19:40.346-05:00Well, here I am... Lauren, alias righter. Where to begin? With me, I think.
I live and breathe poetry. At least I like to think I do. That might be an overstatement. I saw a quote recently that said: "A poet is someone who is astonished by everything." Beautiful, yes... but me? Maybe.
I tend to be fascinated by people. Not to suggest that I'm that creepy girl that stares at everyone, but I Laurennoreply@blogger.com