So this is it.
I’m off to South America!
If you care, I’ll be posting my adventures (when I can get to a computer) at http://whereintheworldisksp.wordpress.com. But keep reading Six Words!
Miss me!
[Posted by Kathleen]
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in an old house in paris.
that was covered with vines
lived an adorable little girl
who I want to call mine.
I bet you didn’t know you were getting a guest blogger and a poet did you? Clearly, you’re not. Not really. However you are getting the opportunity to hear the most adorable little french child tell the most adorable little french story (subtitles included).
This video is so painfully cute that you will want to hop on the next plane to Paris and sit in a park filled with French children. Just don’t forget to send your favorite guest blogger a ticket too.
[Posted by Madeline]
now let’s see barack do riverdance.
Over the years I’ve been grateful to my Irish ancestors for many things; coming to America, skin so pale it’s see-through, an iron liver, Catholic guilt, etc. So it’s not as if I needed another reason to be proud of my Irish heritage, but a little band called Hardy Drew and the Nancy Boys wrote this little ditty to celebrate Barack Obama’s election to the highest post in all the land and it’s fabulous. They’ve been invited to perform at an inaugural ball in January and are currently recording their newest single “When President Obama Comes Home to Moneygall.”
For those who may not remember, all the way back in month four of this now legendary 21-month long campaign, it was reported that some of Obama’s roots were planted in the small village of Moneygall, Ireland. Moneygall, which has more pubs than traffic lights and a population of 298, was the home of the President Elect’s great-great-great grandfather Fulmuth Kearney, who left Ireland for the United States in 1850 at the age of 19.
According to the Irish Times, the little village has already welcomed the first Obama tourists and the Taoiseach (Irish Prime Minister) Brian Cowen has extended an invitation for Obama to visit Moneygall and have a pint.
With the job he has ahead of him, it can’t hurt Obama to have the luck of the Irish on his side. So raise your pints because, faith and it’s a small world!, there’s no one as Irish as Barack Obama.
[Posted by Madeline]
quirky news for a sunday afternoon.
I’m on a blogging rampage. Here’s the weird stuff I’ve found on Al Gore’s invention today…
- Let’s talk about squirrels. Rats with fluffy tails. True story: I was once attacked my squirrels by the Vietnam Memorial in DC. They wanted our snack foods and opened our backpacks. It was terrifying. Anyway, the science wonder children at UC Davis have found the solution to their squirrel overpopulation problem– birth control for squirrels. It’s true.
“This new birth control method may potentially help control squirrels or other species, such as white tailed deer,” said Sara Krause, a doctoral student in ecology who designed the plan.
“If we can test a birth control method and find it safe and effective, there’s a possibility of it being a breakthrough method in both urban and suburban areas,” she said.
I’m sure the Christians would rather they train the squirrels about natural family planning.
- On to the Big O. Nope not that kind. (Geeeeeez. Parents read this blog!) No, not Obama. (Good guess though.) I’m actually talking about Oprah. The lady’s got it going on. There are talks that O might not renew her talk show in 2011! THE HORROR. That gives us just three short years left with her. TiVO that shiz now, people. Or don’t, because it will run more in syndication than the Fresh Prince of Bel Air. Oprah’s getting her own TV network. Boringly called the Oprah Winfrey Network, or hilariously and appropriately nicknamed, OWN. Oprah owns your soul. One might go so far as to say she PWNS you.
- This is a good one! There was a brawl in Jerusalem today. Sadly, that alone means nothing. But the devil is in the details. IT WAS BETWEEN MONKS. (Get it? Devil in the details? Monks? Religion? Uhh…) Yes, monks. Rival monks! The Armenian monks and the Greek monks. This is better than West Side Story. Snap, snap, snap. The cops had to come break it up! Apparently these fights happen a lot. Oh, and when you go to the Church of the Holy Sepulcher, make sure you wear your neutral gang colors. FYI the Armenians wear pink and red and the Greeks wear black. From the AP:
The brawling began during a procession of Armenian clergymen commemorating the 4th-century discovery of the cross believed to have been used to crucify Jesus.
The Greeks objected to the march without one of their monks present, fearing that otherwise, the procession would subvert their own claim to the Edicule — the ancient structure built on what is believed to be the tomb of Jesus — and give the Armenians a claim to the site.
The Armenians refused, and when they tried to march the Greek Orthodox monks blocked their way, sparking the brawl.
- Illinois is hoping for a tourism bump due to Barack’s win. Really? Well alright. Walsh, I’ll see you soon.
- Ohhh the Onion. Always makes me chuckle. I can totally picture this story on Fox though.
[Posted by Kathleen]
backpacking is not conducive to fashion.
In just a few days, I will be embarking on a crazy adventure to South America. (Have no fear, dedicated readers. SWTCTW will be getting a guest blogger!)
I can’t wait.
In my mind, I had visions of looking somewhat cute in my pictures. My rose-colored legit backpacker’s backpack, cute hiking shorts and a tank top, chilling in my Rainbows with a nice tan. You know…looking like a really cool world traveler in her twenties. Then reality hit me like a case of food poisoning while shopping at EMS today– I’m going to look absolutely heinous.
This ugly realization happened while perusing the shoe section. I looked at the hiking running shoes. Ugh. All repulsive. I usually mock people who wear these shoes, but in my defense it’s because they unnecessarily wear them as everyday shoes. I would actually “need” them. So I tried on a pair that was less offensive than the rest. After deciding I could live with them, I asked the guy if they were good for backpacking. “You will die if you wear those shoes,” he said. Quite forcefully, too. DIE?! I’m scared enough as it is! I don’t need your fear-mongering on top of my parents’ completely-expected-but-still-a-little-confidence-rattling paranoia, EMS dude. He then pointed me to a pair of shoes that made my stomach lurch. Yes, the ones pictured above. I was panicked. He told me I was going to die if I didn’t get these shoes!
The truth is that I’m just not that hardcore. When I say backpacking, I mean exploring the continent with a backpack…not spelunking and scaling mountains.
And I’ve changed the mental picture I have of myself traveling. I’m not looking to sound or act prissy. So what if I’m wearing clothes that aren’t the most flattering? So what if I don’t look my absolute best? Who am I trying to impress? I’m just glad I’m going. I’m going to see the world and I don’t care what I have to look like to get there.
But those shoes? NO WAY. My old pair of kicks will just have to do.
[Posted by Kathleen]
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