Ca-cawwwwww

I saw "Black Swan" last night with my cousins.

I was stressed out for like, 3 hours after seeing it. I wasn't scared at all during the movie, I was just seriously stressed out. I think the perfectionist in me was especially terrified, as the picking at skin around fingernails is maybe something I do--what if it's a gateway behavior?! What if I turn into a psychologically tortured, cake-refusing, infantilized, barfing, skin-scratching prima ballerina?! It could happen. It's a fine line between functioning perfectionism and psycho, you guys.

Ripete, per favore?

Here is an amazing video that I watched a lot like, a year ago, and then forgot about, and re-discovered today as I was weeding out my "Favorites" list on youtube. This Italian viral video, originally from the 1970s, is of Adriano Celentano, a Giovanni-of-All-Trades who gained fame in the 1950s and is still owning the Italian spotlight, creating a jibberish rap for a group of studentesse italiane. According to my internet research, it is considered a legit proto-rap; it wasn't just a gimmicky song, apparently. Hmm. Anyway, I only recently (aka 20 minutes ago) learned that its point was not just to create jibberish, but to actually mimic what American English sounds like to non-speakers. So not only is this an amusing video, it's cultural and educational and shit. So watch it.

It brings to mind that game on "Whose Line is it Anyway" when the tall geeky guy Ryan and the little bald Canadian dad-type guy had to do a scene in different "languages", and really they were just saying gibberish with a Polish, Brazilian, French, Icelandic accent and inflection. Right???

VAMPIRE WEEKEND CONCERT

Tonight's concert confirmed my undying love for VW and, especially, front man Ezra Koenig. They put on a great, happy, dance-party, singalong show at the Crystal Ballroom (whose bouncy floors make it perf for the bouncy-dancing that VW inspires), and I think they pleased all the fans with the set list. I can't remember the order, but here's what they played:

*Horchata

*California English

*Cousins

*White Sky

One (Blaaaaaaake's got a new face)

Bryn

A-Punk

M79

Campus

Oxford Comma

Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa

Walcott (ending song)

They ended on Walcott because its lyrics beg the listener to "get out of Cape Cod tonight" AKA the venue. IDK. All that really mattered is that I got to see the sweaty, sexy bangs of this man:

FUAHHHHHHHHHHHH I can't even verbalize my love for you and your polo shirt under oxford shirt wearing-self.

PS. He totally geeked out about Powell's, saying it was one of his favorite reasons to visit PDX. We would make such nerdy, attractive English-major-babies together. CALL ME! I FOLLOW YOU ON TWITTER!

Even Brits like to "Supersoak Dat Ho"

There's a genius new Flash Mob commercial out right now. English people dancing in the Liverpool station to such gems as "Don't Cha?", "Get Down on It", "Lollipop", and "Twist and Shout". GENIUS! It makes me believe that my dream of spontaneous choreography in ordinary life will someday come true!! Too bad it's all to sell phones, but it's still great stuff.



It reminds me of the fantastic stuff from this group: