Archive for January, 2009

Italy is trying to steal our soccer jesus

pretzeItaly, the land of beautiful women, leaning towers, and the Pope, is up to something. AC Milan of the Italian Serie A division requested to “borrow” the man-who-would-single-handedly-save-American-soccer-with-his-good-looks-and-charm-and-ungodly-amount-of-money, David Beckham. Beckham’s American team, the L.A. Galaxy naively agreed to the loan. After a bit of a rocky start, Beckham has played well for his new team. So much so that AC Milan’s coach Carlo Ancelotti has publicly declared his desire for Beckham to remain with the club. Beckham himself has even hinted at his own desire to stay with AC Milan.

See? George Bush isn’t even out of office for two weeks and Europe thinks they can start walking all over us. Unacceptable. I know for a fact that if AC Milan had tried pulling this stunt with W. still in power, Italy would be on the axis of evil in a  New York minute. George Bush would already be threatening sanctions and a full scale ground invasion.  Think of all the American soccer fans who will be devastated if Beckham leaves. We’re talking about anywhere from 10-20 people who will be crushed. Can you live with that, President Obama?

If I had hair like that, I’d be pissed off too

Well, the Rod Blagojevich era has come to an end. Obviously we all saw this one coming, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be disappointed. Although if I know him as well as I think I do, I’m sure he has a few more tricks of his sleeve. I’m just looking forward to the 2010 gubernatorial elections when a man named Bod Ragojevich, who, coincidentally, looks awfully similar to Rod, enters the political scene.

Mr. Bod Ragojevich

Mr. Bod Ragojevich

Come on, Rod. I know you have something good planned. Perhaps some sort of elaborate escape attempt for when you are eventually incarcerated? Hopefully it will involve a nail file, shoe string, and a shank. Please don’t let us down.

Everything I need to know about life I’ve learned from Skee-Lo

Skee-Lo... The day's eminent philosopher.

Skee-Lo... The day's eminent philosopher.

It has been said (by me) that early 1990’s rapper Skee-Lo is the one of the great civil rights leaders of our time. Skee-Lo is most famous for his 1995 song “I Wish.” (Side note: Skee-Lo’s version of “I Wish” sounds nothing like the R. “the Serial Urinator” Kelly song by the same name.)

It is in this song that Skee Lo’s inner philosopher comes out. He tells his audience:

“I wish I was a little bit taller / I wish I was a baller / I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her”

Skee-Lo’s words resonate particularly strongly with me because I see a lot of myself in him. I, too, sometimes wish I was a little taller. On occasion, I have longed to be a baller. And if I did have a girl who looked good, I would text her. (This seems to be the one thing Skee-Lo and I don’t seem to see eye to eye on. I’m attributing it to the fact that texting technology was in its infancy during Skee-Lo’s time.)

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In Defense of the Favorite

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America’s story is that of the underdog (surprise!).  Over two centuries ago, Americans rose up and defeated the formidable British army.  Outnumbered but not outsmarted, patriots and minutemen fought with everything they had to help America gain its independence.  To this day, the incredible upset that was the Revolutionary War still draws comparisons to David versus Goliath, Rocky Balboa, and the freshmen-heavy 2008-2009 Northwestern men’s tennis team (hugs and kisses Mina!).  And that’s all good and nice, but I don’t buy this whole “underdog” thing.  Don’t get me wrong, I am very glad that those patriots defeated the British army, and I am ecstatic that Sylvester Stallone has taken his rightful place as movie star extraordinaire.   I just think that sometimes, the favorite (because it sounds better than overdog) doesn’t get enough credit. That’s right, I said it.  No I don’t always root for the underdog.  Yes I do have a soul.

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I got busy studying, my roommate got busy getting busy

Before coming to college I had been used to sharing a room. Ever since I was five, I’ve shared a room with my little brother. We got along well; I mean a room is just a place to sleep. Because of my experience sharing a room, I did not anticipate any problems sharing a room with a stranger in college. However, I quickly learned that sharing a room with a nineteen year old college freshman is a little bit different than sharing one with my thirteen year old brother. I do not mean to imply that I have not gotten along wonderfully with my roommate and floormates, there have just been some unusual occurrences that I feel compelled to share. To help explain my point, I will lead you through a chronology of what dorm life for me has been like.
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Brett Dennen, Good Stuff

From one of our very loyal readers (who has stellar taste in music), I was recently turned on to Brett Dennen, a singer-songwriter from Oakland, Calif. I recognized one of his songs from the episode “My No Good Reason” from Scrubs (an all-time favorite of Pretzel Day), and his music has appeared in other shows like Grey’s Anatomy, The Unit, and House.

Rolling Stone in November 2007 named Dennen one of their “10 Artists to Watch” and Entertainment Weekly named him “Guy on the Rise” in 2008. But remember, you heard him here first.

His music can best be described as a cross between Joshua Radin and Jason Mraz, with whom Dennen recently finished up a tour with.

Here’s one of my favorites, Ain’t No Reason, and if you like it, I suggest you check out She’s Mine and The One Who Loves You the Most.

Slack off and sack squirrels

Sitting at my desk and staring blankly at the everlasting pile of work before me, I spent most of my junior year of high school engulfed in a reverie of the paradise that would be senior year. And heading into second semester and what ultimately is the last lap of my high school career, it has yet to disappoint.

All in all, it has something to do with the fact that this semester really does not matter. Don’t get me wrong, an education has never been comprised of grades and college transcripts, and in no way am I advocating the zombie behavior exhibited in classrooms by students inflicted with senioritis.
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