This is totally unrelated to road trips, my life at this exact moment in time, Cape Cod, or anything else all my devoted blog-followers are probably checking my blog to find out about, BUT a few weeks ago I came across this seriously awesome piece from Vice Magazine about the bizarre, enchanting, and thoroughly baffling phenomenon of girls hating girls. I have thought a lot about this during my lifetime as a girl (all of my life) and this article articulates a lot of my own feelings about the relationship between girls in the extremely vulgar tone we've come to know and love from Vice.
http://www.viceland.com/blogs/en/2011/06/03/girl-news-why-girls-hate-each-other/
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
With love from Cheyenne
Folks, let me tell you something: this country is amazing; each state I pass through is more beautiful than the last. California with its rolling green hills, Nevada's snowy mountaintops and low-hanging clouds, the wide salt flats of Utah, and now Wyoming dotted with rock formations in greens and reds and browns. The Rocky Mountains are monstrous and majestic and fill the horizon. There is so much sky out here where you can really get a good look at it and the clouds are so low it feels like they're hovering just over our heads. You can see rainstorms from miles away -- long, wispy fingers of the clouds reaching down.
Seeing Olivia & Reno was wonderful and cute. Salt Lake is ringed by snow-capped mountains and the air is crisp and clear and dry and the light didn't fade until past 9pm. Cheyenne is... a little quiet. It has a feel of a town that knows its heyday was during the time of the Union Pacific railroad and those times are gone.
Tomorrow we chug on through Nebraska and into Iowa. It will be nice to get back down to sea level again as that's the elevation I've always known and loved. I've been updating my twitter from the road, so check that out if you really want to come along for the ride: http://twitter.com/moirak
Seeing Olivia & Reno was wonderful and cute. Salt Lake is ringed by snow-capped mountains and the air is crisp and clear and dry and the light didn't fade until past 9pm. Cheyenne is... a little quiet. It has a feel of a town that knows its heyday was during the time of the Union Pacific railroad and those times are gone.
Tomorrow we chug on through Nebraska and into Iowa. It will be nice to get back down to sea level again as that's the elevation I've always known and loved. I've been updating my twitter from the road, so check that out if you really want to come along for the ride: http://twitter.com/moirak
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Another Travelin' Song
Well, I'm getting ready to leave yet another city and undertake yet another move. The closet's empty and I'm saying sayonara to San Francisco just as I round the curve to my 25th birthday.
It's been a really lovely visit here in Northern California but now I'm off to summer in Cape Cod (a girl can really get used to saying that phrase, let me tell you). Tomorrow I leave with my little blue Honda for Reno & Olivia, then on to Salt Lake City & Jake & my dad, Cheyenne, Omaha & Chicago with Dad, Ann Arbor & Detroit & Linnea & Nina, Oberlin & Zoe's college graduation, New York, NY, and finally Wellfleet with Zoe. Ross arrives in Cape Cod at the beginning of July and then my life will really be a bowl of cherries (or, perhaps more appropriately, a bowl of lobster rolls).
And the adventure begins tomorrow! It's been a fun 6 months in San Francisco -- two homes, lots of old friends and lots of new ones, too, and more than a few late nights in the bar singing along to the jukebox.
Stay tuned for updates from the road.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
The funniest thing to ever happen to me
From: Micah Gordon
Date: Thu, Apr 29, 2010 at 10:28 AM
Subject:
To: Moira Kerrigan
An unfathomably bizarre and unlikely set of circumstances led to an unfortunate incident this morning. It goes as follows:
1. John keeps his towel on the curtain rod at the far end of the shower, due to his freakish height, he also showers at the very far end of the shower, thus letting water splash about of its own accord, soaking the bathmat and leaving it smelly, dirty, and wet for days at a time.
2. Sunday, I washed said bathmat for the 3rd time in as many weeks-- a record number.
3. Monday, frustrated from the constant washing of the bathmat, I angrily moved his towel to the FRONT end of the shower, leaving the curtain at the far end free to close fully, protecting the bathmat from impending flood. In the process, I knocked my toothbrush from its cup atop the medicine cabinet, only to see it land on the very bathmat I had been trying to protect. As I am rather sensitive as to the cleanliness of my toothbrush, indeed most hygienic products, I promptly threw it in the trash bin.
4. Being the lazy and forgetful man that I am, I spent the next two days without toothbrush, brushing my teeth with my finger.
5. Wednesday evening, as I was eating my dinner, John and Ross announced they were going to the market. Having been reminding myself to go out and buy a toothbrush most of the evening, I sprung up, got my wallet, handed John three dollars and asked him to buy me a toothbrush.
6. While on the phone with you, John returned triumphantly with the toothbrush and plopped it down on the coffee table before me. I got a very brief glimpse at it, noticing some vaguely red/pink/purple color.
7. At next glance, while we were playing Liebrary, the toothbrush was gone from the coffee table. I thought nothing of it at the time.
8. That very same night that I received a new toothbrush, not of my choosing, seen for only a split second, you came over to play Liebrary, and you decided to bring a toothbrush of your own to our house, for the very first time ever, one that was vaguely red/pink/purple in color.
9. You placed your toothbrush in my cup atop the medicine cabinet; a cup that was only empty because of the preceding set of circumstances.
10. This morning I awoke, took my shower, and prepared to brush my teeth, noticing that a vaguely red/pink/purple toothbrush was placed, opened, in my cup. "Odd," I thought. "John must have opened my toothbrush and placed it in my cup." An unusual thing to do, to be sure, but not something I would put past John, as he tends to do weird things all the time--especially as related to my stuff.
11. After contemplating, "can I go another day brushing with my finger while I figure out why John opened my toothbrush, and if it had been used?" After all, as previously mentioned, I am sensitive as to the cleanliness of my toothbrush. I decided no, I could not, and what could possibly be wrong with the toothbrush? John wouldn't USE my toothbrush, even if he would open it and stick it in my cup. I proceeded to use the toothbrush.
12. As I was leaving the house, Ross woke up. I asked him if HE opened my toothbrush, knowing full well that would have been extremely out of character for him. He said no, but informed me of steps 8 and 9. I was offput and upset that I had used someone else's toothbrush. After all, as previously mentioned, I am sensitive as to the cleanliness of my toothbrush.
13. I found my UNOPENED toothbrush, of near-identical color to your own, under the coffee table.
14. I cried a little inside, shouting "What are the fucking odds?"
--
Micah Gordon
typewritermender@gmail.com
From: Moira Kerrigan
Date: Thu, Apr 29, 2010 at 1:59 PM
Subject: Re:
To: Micah Gordon
Micah,
That was the most hilarious email I've received in quite some time. Thank you for that little ray of sunshine you brought into my life today.
The plot actually thickens a bit in a hilarious way which I will share with you now:
I purchased the toothbrush in question a few weeks ago and although I am not a forgetful and lazy man like yourself, I never found the right opportunity to bring said toothbrush along when I came to your house. Call me old fashioned or prude but I think when a man and a woman consent to keep an extra toothbrush at the other's house, that is a big step. Essentially they are saying to each other "I like spending the night with you and I see myself continuing to do so in the future, however, I am not willing to risk the health of my teeth or gums for you." I needn't explain why this proposal of keeping a toothbrush at your house was a bit scary to me.
Last night as I was preparing to come over for our rousing game of Liebrary, I thought to myself: Moira, take the plunge, be brave, bring the toothbrush. And I acted accordingly.
When I arrived at your house, I set my bag down on the coffee table as I often do, exchanged a few words with you over the din of an MLB videogame and stepped outside. When I returned, you were still quite distracted by your inability to trade any players from your team.
Intending to clear the table in preparation of the impending game night, I picked up my bag from the table. Lo and behold, my toothbrush or so I thought, was laying on the table (about which I was already feeling a bit self-conscious of, after all, how would Ross take the news that I was planning on brushing my teeth at his house? Next I would likely be filling his closet with my clothes, painting his room pink, moving in and day dreaming about names for our children!). But there it lay! Exposed for everyone to see! My face flushed. It had clearly fallen out of my bag, why else would a toothbrush identical to mine be sitting on the table? You would all know my plans about brushing my teeth at your house! I stealthily swooped the toothbrush off the table and tossed it aside into my bag, thankful I had not attracted any attention.
Later in the night while fishing in my bag for my phone, I discovered two toothbrushes where I had expected to find only one. At this point in the evening, I was retiring to Ross's room while he was still talking to John in the kitchen. As aforementioned, I did not want to draw attention to my possession of a toothbrush and so decided I would simply leave it on the table the next morning as I left. No one could need it before then, I assured myself, after all, who throws out their old toothbrush before buying a new one?
After having the toothbrush talk with Ross and securing his consent that I may in fact keep a spare toothbrush at his house, I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. However, having been given no instruction as to where I should store said toothbrush, I looked around distressed. Atop the bathroom mirror there rested two cups. The cup on the left appeared uninhabited. Although I was certain I had noticed a toothbrush in it before, the toothbrush resting on the top of the cabinet seemed to account for its absence. The cup on the right held another toothbrush, and upon inspection, I found the medicine cabinet contained a third. Assured that all three brushes lay safely in their environs, I delicately placed my toothbrush in the cup on the left. I even admired it there for a moment. It was a very nice red/purple/pink color. I was happy such a fine looking toothbrush of mine was now a part of the Ewing household.
As I left your house this morning, I placed the mysterious toothbrush on the ledge beneath the coffee table hoping that whomever it belonged to had not missed it and would find it easily in the morning. I left the house with a smile on my face, confident the lonely toothbrush would find its way back to its rightful owner.
Alas, Micah, I'm afraid my girlish self-consciousness and later, brazen claiming of ground for my own hygienic items has led us to where we stand today. I sincerely apologize that you mistakenly used my toothbrush this morning. I am not terribly sensitive about toothbrush hygiene and therefore will likely continue to use that toothbrush after a thorough rinse. In that way, let us both agree that having shared each others mouth germs -- both having used the same toothbrush only once -- our friendship can only grow stronger.
Please, however, do advise me on the best place for me to store my toothbrush in order to ensure this doesn't happen again. I hope it hasn't ruined your day entirely. It's actually made mine quite delightful.
Your friend and fellow toothbrush user,
Moira
From: Micah Gordon
Date: Thu, Apr 29, 2010 at 2:21 PM
Subject: Re:
To: Moira Kerrigan
Thank you for your insights, Moira. They indeed add to the sheer perplexity of the entire situation. In fact, the toothbrush laying on its side in front of my cup was my old toothbrush. Someone had fished it out of the trash and placed it there (thus strengthening my rationale that my new toothbrush had indeed been removed from its case and placed in my cup by a third party--likely John; as Ross, despite his stringent conservative political leanings, remains quite laissez-faire in the affairs of those around him).
You may very well place your toothbrush anywhere you desire apart from my cup. The most obvious place likely being inside the medicine cabinet, a space which I believe belongs solely to Ross. If that doesn't fit your needs, however, alternate arrangements can surely be made.
Please know that the toothbrush incident did not in fact ruin my whole day. While it was upsetting, I have since smoked three cigarettes, ingested a large cup of steaming-hot coffee, and eaten a tuna sandwich. It is my belief that any ickies I may have acquired via the use of your toothbrush have since been burned away and replaced by tuna. I will, however, likely put my new, unopened toothbrush immediately to use upon my return home this evening; at which point I will be happy to relocate your toothbrush for you to your preferred location.
One can't help but think that, if not for the robust advances in dental health over the last two centuries, affording every man, woman and child one -- and as we've seen, in some cases even two -- toothbrushes, this entire situation could have been easily avoided.
Something to think upon.
Yours,
Micah
From: Moira Kerrigan
Date: Thu, Apr 29, 2010 at 2:54 PM
Subject: Re:
To: Micah Gordon
Micah,
Truly, I am glad that we have been able to come to some conclusions about this dental hygiene situation. I see your point about the advances in dental health, but stick fast to my belief that sharing a toothbrush with a fellow man is far better than having no available toothbrush at all.
If you would be so kind as to move my toothbrush into Ross's toothbrush holding place, I would owe you a large debt of gratitude. I think our best move now would be have some laughs about this over a few beers this weekend and put it all behind us.
Sincerely yours,
Moira
*Please note that this incident occurred nearly a year ago and only now am I deeming it finally appropriate to post it here for your enjoyment.
Date: Thu, Apr 29, 2010 at 10:28 AM
Subject:
To: Moira Kerrigan
An unfathomably bizarre and unlikely set of circumstances led to an unfortunate incident this morning. It goes as follows:
1. John keeps his towel on the curtain rod at the far end of the shower, due to his freakish height, he also showers at the very far end of the shower, thus letting water splash about of its own accord, soaking the bathmat and leaving it smelly, dirty, and wet for days at a time.
2. Sunday, I washed said bathmat for the 3rd time in as many weeks-- a record number.
3. Monday, frustrated from the constant washing of the bathmat, I angrily moved his towel to the FRONT end of the shower, leaving the curtain at the far end free to close fully, protecting the bathmat from impending flood. In the process, I knocked my toothbrush from its cup atop the medicine cabinet, only to see it land on the very bathmat I had been trying to protect. As I am rather sensitive as to the cleanliness of my toothbrush, indeed most hygienic products, I promptly threw it in the trash bin.
4. Being the lazy and forgetful man that I am, I spent the next two days without toothbrush, brushing my teeth with my finger.
5. Wednesday evening, as I was eating my dinner, John and Ross announced they were going to the market. Having been reminding myself to go out and buy a toothbrush most of the evening, I sprung up, got my wallet, handed John three dollars and asked him to buy me a toothbrush.
6. While on the phone with you, John returned triumphantly with the toothbrush and plopped it down on the coffee table before me. I got a very brief glimpse at it, noticing some vaguely red/pink/purple color.
7. At next glance, while we were playing Liebrary, the toothbrush was gone from the coffee table. I thought nothing of it at the time.
8. That very same night that I received a new toothbrush, not of my choosing, seen for only a split second, you came over to play Liebrary, and you decided to bring a toothbrush of your own to our house, for the very first time ever, one that was vaguely red/pink/purple in color.
9. You placed your toothbrush in my cup atop the medicine cabinet; a cup that was only empty because of the preceding set of circumstances.
10. This morning I awoke, took my shower, and prepared to brush my teeth, noticing that a vaguely red/pink/purple toothbrush was placed, opened, in my cup. "Odd," I thought. "John must have opened my toothbrush and placed it in my cup." An unusual thing to do, to be sure, but not something I would put past John, as he tends to do weird things all the time--especially as related to my stuff.
11. After contemplating, "can I go another day brushing with my finger while I figure out why John opened my toothbrush, and if it had been used?" After all, as previously mentioned, I am sensitive as to the cleanliness of my toothbrush. I decided no, I could not, and what could possibly be wrong with the toothbrush? John wouldn't USE my toothbrush, even if he would open it and stick it in my cup. I proceeded to use the toothbrush.
12. As I was leaving the house, Ross woke up. I asked him if HE opened my toothbrush, knowing full well that would have been extremely out of character for him. He said no, but informed me of steps 8 and 9. I was offput and upset that I had used someone else's toothbrush. After all, as previously mentioned, I am sensitive as to the cleanliness of my toothbrush.
13. I found my UNOPENED toothbrush, of near-identical color to your own, under the coffee table.
14. I cried a little inside, shouting "What are the fucking odds?"
--
Micah Gordon
typewritermender@gmail.com
From: Moira Kerrigan
Date: Thu, Apr 29, 2010 at 1:59 PM
Subject: Re:
To: Micah Gordon
Micah,
That was the most hilarious email I've received in quite some time. Thank you for that little ray of sunshine you brought into my life today.
The plot actually thickens a bit in a hilarious way which I will share with you now:
I purchased the toothbrush in question a few weeks ago and although I am not a forgetful and lazy man like yourself, I never found the right opportunity to bring said toothbrush along when I came to your house. Call me old fashioned or prude but I think when a man and a woman consent to keep an extra toothbrush at the other's house, that is a big step. Essentially they are saying to each other "I like spending the night with you and I see myself continuing to do so in the future, however, I am not willing to risk the health of my teeth or gums for you." I needn't explain why this proposal of keeping a toothbrush at your house was a bit scary to me.
Last night as I was preparing to come over for our rousing game of Liebrary, I thought to myself: Moira, take the plunge, be brave, bring the toothbrush. And I acted accordingly.
When I arrived at your house, I set my bag down on the coffee table as I often do, exchanged a few words with you over the din of an MLB videogame and stepped outside. When I returned, you were still quite distracted by your inability to trade any players from your team.
Intending to clear the table in preparation of the impending game night, I picked up my bag from the table. Lo and behold, my toothbrush or so I thought, was laying on the table (about which I was already feeling a bit self-conscious of, after all, how would Ross take the news that I was planning on brushing my teeth at his house? Next I would likely be filling his closet with my clothes, painting his room pink, moving in and day dreaming about names for our children!). But there it lay! Exposed for everyone to see! My face flushed. It had clearly fallen out of my bag, why else would a toothbrush identical to mine be sitting on the table? You would all know my plans about brushing my teeth at your house! I stealthily swooped the toothbrush off the table and tossed it aside into my bag, thankful I had not attracted any attention.
Later in the night while fishing in my bag for my phone, I discovered two toothbrushes where I had expected to find only one. At this point in the evening, I was retiring to Ross's room while he was still talking to John in the kitchen. As aforementioned, I did not want to draw attention to my possession of a toothbrush and so decided I would simply leave it on the table the next morning as I left. No one could need it before then, I assured myself, after all, who throws out their old toothbrush before buying a new one?
After having the toothbrush talk with Ross and securing his consent that I may in fact keep a spare toothbrush at his house, I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. However, having been given no instruction as to where I should store said toothbrush, I looked around distressed. Atop the bathroom mirror there rested two cups. The cup on the left appeared uninhabited. Although I was certain I had noticed a toothbrush in it before, the toothbrush resting on the top of the cabinet seemed to account for its absence. The cup on the right held another toothbrush, and upon inspection, I found the medicine cabinet contained a third. Assured that all three brushes lay safely in their environs, I delicately placed my toothbrush in the cup on the left. I even admired it there for a moment. It was a very nice red/purple/pink color. I was happy such a fine looking toothbrush of mine was now a part of the Ewing household.
As I left your house this morning, I placed the mysterious toothbrush on the ledge beneath the coffee table hoping that whomever it belonged to had not missed it and would find it easily in the morning. I left the house with a smile on my face, confident the lonely toothbrush would find its way back to its rightful owner.
Alas, Micah, I'm afraid my girlish self-consciousness and later, brazen claiming of ground for my own hygienic items has led us to where we stand today. I sincerely apologize that you mistakenly used my toothbrush this morning. I am not terribly sensitive about toothbrush hygiene and therefore will likely continue to use that toothbrush after a thorough rinse. In that way, let us both agree that having shared each others mouth germs -- both having used the same toothbrush only once -- our friendship can only grow stronger.
Please, however, do advise me on the best place for me to store my toothbrush in order to ensure this doesn't happen again. I hope it hasn't ruined your day entirely. It's actually made mine quite delightful.
Your friend and fellow toothbrush user,
Moira
From: Micah Gordon
Date: Thu, Apr 29, 2010 at 2:21 PM
Subject: Re:
To: Moira Kerrigan
Thank you for your insights, Moira. They indeed add to the sheer perplexity of the entire situation. In fact, the toothbrush laying on its side in front of my cup was my old toothbrush. Someone had fished it out of the trash and placed it there (thus strengthening my rationale that my new toothbrush had indeed been removed from its case and placed in my cup by a third party--likely John; as Ross, despite his stringent conservative political leanings, remains quite laissez-faire in the affairs of those around him).
You may very well place your toothbrush anywhere you desire apart from my cup. The most obvious place likely being inside the medicine cabinet, a space which I believe belongs solely to Ross. If that doesn't fit your needs, however, alternate arrangements can surely be made.
Please know that the toothbrush incident did not in fact ruin my whole day. While it was upsetting, I have since smoked three cigarettes, ingested a large cup of steaming-hot coffee, and eaten a tuna sandwich. It is my belief that any ickies I may have acquired via the use of your toothbrush have since been burned away and replaced by tuna. I will, however, likely put my new, unopened toothbrush immediately to use upon my return home this evening; at which point I will be happy to relocate your toothbrush for you to your preferred location.
One can't help but think that, if not for the robust advances in dental health over the last two centuries, affording every man, woman and child one -- and as we've seen, in some cases even two -- toothbrushes, this entire situation could have been easily avoided.
Something to think upon.
Yours,
Micah
From: Moira Kerrigan
Date: Thu, Apr 29, 2010 at 2:54 PM
Subject: Re:
To: Micah Gordon
Micah,
Truly, I am glad that we have been able to come to some conclusions about this dental hygiene situation. I see your point about the advances in dental health, but stick fast to my belief that sharing a toothbrush with a fellow man is far better than having no available toothbrush at all.
If you would be so kind as to move my toothbrush into Ross's toothbrush holding place, I would owe you a large debt of gratitude. I think our best move now would be have some laughs about this over a few beers this weekend and put it all behind us.
Sincerely yours,
Moira
*Please note that this incident occurred nearly a year ago and only now am I deeming it finally appropriate to post it here for your enjoyment.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Shortlisters
The infamous trio of the Ewing House (also known as some of my best friends & boyfriend Ross, Micah, & John) have finally figured out something useful and creative to do with their discussions-cum-arguments besides just sit around their patio drinking cocktails and secretly hating each other -- they've created a podcast. It's called The Shortlisters and in each episode the three of them engage in a battle of the wits to create a Top 5 list for the topic at hand. For their premier topic they've chosen the top 5 things they would put in a space capsule. It's brilliant and hilarious and you should definitely listen to it.
http://theshortlisters.tk/
Also, upon listening to their show I learned that they have a Twitter page, a fact I find endlessly amusing.
http://theshortlisters.tk/
Also, upon listening to their show I learned that they have a Twitter page, a fact I find endlessly amusing.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Modest Mouse's comeback
I heard this song for the first time yesterday:
I kind of freaked out for a second when I first heard this. It's like Lupe Fiasco/his producer/s had the idea to widen his fan base by honing their focus on young adults who were really into Modest Mouse seven years ago but have always had a place in their hearts for pop hip hop. But, hey, I'm kind of into it.
I kind of freaked out for a second when I first heard this. It's like Lupe Fiasco/his producer/s had the idea to widen his fan base by honing their focus on young adults who were really into Modest Mouse seven years ago but have always had a place in their hearts for pop hip hop. But, hey, I'm kind of into it.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Moms 4 MC Hammer
I would like to share with you all a recent email interaction I had with my mother. Let me give you a bit of background:
Recently, I've been doing some writing for my uncle's blog for a new company he's starting. My uncle apparently emailed my mother to tell her one of my blog posts was "laugh out loud funny" and my mom had asked me about it. Really the only joke in my post is about how uncool MC Hammer pants are. The only joke.
Okay, now you should be good to go.
Recently, I've been doing some writing for my uncle's blog for a new company he's starting. My uncle apparently emailed my mother to tell her one of my blog posts was "laugh out loud funny" and my mom had asked me about it. Really the only joke in my post is about how uncool MC Hammer pants are. The only joke.
Okay, now you should be good to go.
Moira Kerrigan
to Beth show details Feb 15 (5 days ago)
Hi Mom,
Just thought you might like to read this since it was the one Jim referred to: http://true2o.com/blog/36-the-true-cost-of-recycling
I don't think it's THAT funny, but I'm glad he liked it enough to tout it to you.
Love you!
Moira
| show details Feb 17 (3 days ago) |
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I can see why he laughed out loud – what the hell are mc hammer pants ?
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You know! Like MC Hammer. Where were you during his 80s pop chart reign?
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Beth Margolis to me show details Feb 17 (3 days ago)
Taking care of my new babies - where were you?
Mom: 1, Moira: 0
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