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This past week, three different people with very thick Chicago accents have asked for somebody named Mike. I have disappointed all three callers by saying there is no-one named Mike where they are calling, and they sheepishly apologize and prattle off an excuse about punching in the wrong area code. My curiosity is aroused: I want to call my own phone number prexifed with every single American area code to find Mike, find out who he is, and what he wants to do with a futon, an order of pogo sticks, and a foxy-sounding woman named Dana.

My bed has not been slept in these past two days because I have been cheating on it for the futon. I think it misses me.

Is anybody else feeling antsy today?

Posted on December 14th, 2007 by Antiguit

Why, when watching television, do we reel and look away at the sight of an animal killing another animal, but are unmoved watching documentary footage of people killing people?

Why do I use the word “kill” in place of “murder”?

Posted on December 9th, 2007 by Antiguit

• Postal Blue: my new favorite musical export from Brazil.
• So wrong, so cute: another great shirt from the good people at Threadless.
• Not your mother’s teapot: common enough in the Star Destroyer break room, though.
• Jakarta International Film Festival: is on this month! But I’m sort of…in Central Wisconsin.
• Elsewares.com: just terrific! Spotted while flipping through a copy of Newsweek at Reagan Airport.
• Office Platoon: if you like IT administrators, the movie Platoon, or a marriage of the two, then this is for you.

Posted on December 4th, 2007 by Antiguit

I belong to the ranks of young women whose emotional maturity is so stunted that I take out my pented-up stress and frustrations on walls and dirty dishes. Just yesterday I went on a mad dishwashing spree in the communal floor kitchen, going as far as washing dishes in the sink that did not belong to me and cleaning up a massive mess on a counter left by what seemed to be several aspiring chefs (that is if you consider frozen pizza fine cuisine). It’s good, I think, that stress can be relieved by doing household chores; not only are nerves calmed and frustrations allayed, but people too lazy to do their own dishes end up on the receiving end of a charitable act.

And as far as allaying worries go, music does a good job of it as well. Witness, if you please, this amazing music video that accompanies Basement Jaxx’s terribly catchy single Take Me Back To Your House. If that does not get you in a dancefloor-tearing mood, I do not know what will. And oh dear, who is that lovely siren they’ve snagged this time to front another great song?

Posted on December 2nd, 2007 by Antiguit