Song of the Moment: “Beige Curtains”

Riki Lindhome is the blonde one from Garfunkel and Oates (I can never remember which one is Garfunkel and which one is Oates), and both she and Kate Micucci have done some solo work as well. My friend Jenny introduced me to this Riki Lindhome song, “Beige Curtains,” which makes me smile every time I hear it. Even if you don’t have an ex as douchey as the guy in the song, I think every girl can relate to these lyrics.

Valentine’s Day is coming up, and whether you’re single, taken, or somewhere in between…be grateful this year that you’re nothing like a pair of beige curtains. You’re not a simple girl—you’re a Katie girl.

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He’s a Ghost, and He Writes to Us! Ghostwriter!

Over the summer, when some friends were over at my house for my birthday, we somehow ended up talking about the old PBS shows that you all know I love. When we talked about Ghostwriter, someone mentioned the music video the kids made to a song called “You Gotta Believe.” I said I was pretty sure it was on YouTube somewhere, broke out my computer, and sure enough, there it was.

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A friend had gotten me an Amazon gift card for my birthday, so that incident inspired me to spend it on Season 1 of Ghostwriter on DVD! I just recently got around to watching it, and I have to say, it holds up REALLY well.

So, here’s where I describe the show for those of you who were not fortunate to discover this gem of public television when you were in elementary school. Ghostwriter was a live-action show set (and filmed on location) in the Fort Greene neighborhood of Brooklyn. It was about a group of pre-teen kids who were the only ones who could see a ghost they called “Ghostwriter.” Ghostwriter only appeared as swirls of color, and he communicated by rearranging letters to form words. The kids could only communicate with him by writing to him. They called themselves “The Ghostwriter Team” and, since Ghostwriter could read things that they didn’t have access to, they solved mysteries with his help. They wore black pens on string around their necks, and when they needed to get the whole team together, they called a “rally,” where they wrote “Rally” and their first initial so that Ghostwriter would carry the message to everyone.

Jamal was the first team member to see Ghostwriter. Only the audience knows this, but Ghostwriter actually came out of a book in Jamal’s basement that he and his dad knocked over when looking for a trunk for Jamal’s sister to take to college with her. Jamal was slightly full of himself but was also usually the leader and the peacemaker of the group. He lived in an old house with his parents and his awesome grandmother, Grandma CeCe, a perpetually cheerful letter carrier.

Lenni wrote songs (including “You Gotta Believe”) and raps that sound like, well, a twelve-year-old wrote them. Her widowed father was a jazz musician, and they lived in a loft apartment with a big electric keyboard. Although she wore the world’s weirdest clothes, even by early 90s standards, she was the one I wanted to be my best friend.

Alex and Gaby were siblings who lived below Lenni, behind their Salvadoran family’s bodega. They shared a bedroom and were constantly bickering, but could also be very sweet to each other. Alex loved to read mysteries, had female penpals all around the world, and tended to think in grandiose terms (like, when Jamal first suggested forming the Ghostwriter team, he wanted them to have secret video cameras in their boots). The aptly named Gaby never shut up and always wanted to be the center of attention, but she was also really observant and often picked up on things that other missed.

Tina was an aspiring filmmaker constantly found with a Camcorder. Her parents were from Vietnam and owned a tailor shop, and when Alex met her, it was love at first sight. The two of them eventually began the adorable kind of relationship that tends to happen with middle schoolers.

Rob. *sigh* Oh, Rob. Rob was my first crush, EVER. And I have to say, my eight-year-old self had good taste. He had that cute, floppy, 90s hair, and he was a very shy writer. His dad, whom he often clashed with, had just gotten out of the air force and he’d spent most of his life moving around, which made him reluctant to trust new friends. He also made REALLY bad decisions sometimes, like looking for someone in an abandoned subway tunnel or going to a hotel room alone to confront the villain. But he was awesome– when he first joined the team, everyone told him he could ask Ghostwriter anything he was wondering about, so he asked, “Is Elvis dead?” Nothing ever came of this, but I always thought that Lenni kind of had a thing for him, too.

In the second season, they introduced a couple of new team members—Hector, a kid whom Alex tutored (and who grew up to be a Real World cast member!), and Casey, Jamal’s younger cousin. That season also included the aforementioned music video, Ghostwriter traveling through time, pre-10 Things I Hate about You Julia Stiles, and, sadly, the departure of Rob, who moved to Australia. I can’t wait until that and Season 3 come out on DVD.

It aired on Sunday nights, and the format was pretty cool—before showing the new half-hour episode, they’d show the episode from the week before, so that you could either refresh yourself or see what you missed last week. Four or five episodes made up a case, and before the new episode aired, a narrator would recap the clues and facts from the previous episode. I used to write down all the clues in a casebook that I’d made and try to solve the mystery myself. Some of the mysteries were the kind of thing you’d expect middle schoolers to get involved in—a group of video gamers stealing kids’ backpacks to use their quarters to practice at the arcade, someone putting up smear fliers to sabotage Alex’s campaign for school president—but some were actually pretty intense, like Jamal being falsely accused of setting a store on fire or barrels of a hazardous chemical being buried in the community garden and making everyone sick.

The thing that really strikes me upon re-watching it is that, despite the acting not exactly being Oscar-caliber, this was a very intelligently written show for kids. Its purpose was to help kids with their writing skills, but it accomplished that in such a subtle way that I only realize now what I learned from it. They snuck in a lot of lessons about writing concisely, capturing the way a person speaks, writing persuasively, and how to get your point across. Rob says at one point that the good thing about writing is that, unlike talking, you can work on it until you get it right, and that’s a line that I really took to heart.

It also touched on some surprisingly serious issues, like gang violence, drugs, and alcoholism, which kind of shocked my sheltered suburban self when I was a kid. In my favorite series of episodes, a homeless poet Rob is friends with disappears, and they eventually discover that he is a Vietnam vet and took off on his own. They don’t actually say “PTSD,” but that’s obviously what he had, and those episodes make much more sense to me as an adult. They often introduce some character subplots that didn’t have to do with the case, too, like Tina’s older brother rebelling against their Vietnamese parents and Lenni being uncomfortable with her father dating again.

The team hoped that one day they would solve the ultimate mystery: who Ghostwriter really was. Sadly, the show was canceled due to lack of funding before that could happen, but a little Internet digging turned up what the answer to that question would have been!

Other random thoughts on these episodes:

  • These kids are so early 90s cool, yo. They wear their orange baseball caps backwards and write their own rap songs.
  • The role was recast after the first two cases, but for those, you know who played Jamal’s dad? FREAKING SAMUEL L. JACKSON!
  • Wow, the police on this show suck. On the episode where Jamal is accused of burning the store, the cops just let everybody waltz in and mess up their crime scene and Lenni picks a key piece of evidence right up off the floor. Also, in the episode with the poisonous barrels, how on Earth was the team able to figure out who dumped them before the cops were?
  • Alex and Tina had the cutest first kiss EVER. They were hiding in a truck when a criminal they were chasing spotted them, and Alex said, “Well, whatever happens, at least we’re together,” before giving her a quick peck on the lips.
  • Sometimes I have a hard time remembering life before the Internet. This show reminds me about things like card catalogs and encyclopedias.
  • I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this, but I have a freakishly good memory. I remember the weirdest details of things that happened years ago. And frankly, I am amazed at how well I remembered this show. The only thing that’s different is that the kids now look so YOUNG to me! These kids really were about the age of the characters they played.

You know what? If you’ve never seen this show, I think you need to remedy that. GHOSTWRITER PARTY AT MY HOUSE!

Karaoke Ring of Death: January

Happy New Year from KROD! That’s the theme this month– the new year, whatever that means to you. You can find me over at Kandace’s One Red Wall.

I have the privilege of hosting the wonderful Alexandra of The Tsaritsa Sez. She’s hosted me a couple of times and I’m happy to have her here! Tsa, it turns out, doesn’t just write a great blog, but also great hip-hop lyrics, and here she is performing one of her original songs. I’m quite impressed! I’ll let her take it from here.


Hi all, and Happy Karaoke Day! I feel very lucky to be hosted today for Karaoke Ring of Death by the lovely Katie. My name is Alexandra and I have a little blog called The Tsaritsa Sez. I also help run this karaoke show along with Jes and Kanriah, and we would love to have you join us next month for more singing (and perhaps drinking) in front of the camera.

This month our theme is “Hello 2012, Goodbye 2011,” and so I have chosen to perform a
song that I wrote called “Fall Back / Stand Up”
which brushes off negativity and calls for unity among the disenfranchised. I spent the last 18 months unemployed and applying for every job that I could find. I also got creative and started making my own work via blogging and freelance writing, and became involved with the 99% Movement. The song declares that we need to take the power into our own hands, and the only way to do that is with action. I hope that you like it and perhaps find it inspiring.

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Dear Weather,

STOP IT. It is January 7th, and there is NO WAY that it should be as warm as it is today.

I WANT SNOW! This is Boston in January, and that is far from too much to ask. How is it that last year, when I was training for the half-marathon, we got something like six and a half feet of snow but this year there is not one flake of snow on the ground? The only snow we’ve gotten was over Halloween weekend, which was enough to knock out power lines all over New England but not enough to stick.

I am dying to go skiing on real snow. I want to see how lovely the bike path near my house looks when the trees on it are covered in white. I want to walk around at night as snow falls on very still, quiet streets that have not yet been disturbed by snowplows and sanders. I want to see how beautiful the snow looks when it hasn’t been marred by dirt and footprints. I want to flop down and make a snow angel. I want to go skating at Frog Pond (something I say I’ll do every year and never manage to do) surrounded by snow in the Common. I want to have an excuse to stay in sweats all day and read an entire novel with a big cup of hot chocolate. I want a season where it’s better to stay in than to go out and to hang inside with friends, watching movies or playing board games. I want to see for myself how cute Juno is when outside in the snow (Yaaeey! The ground is all weird! I’m a dog!).

See, I love the seasons. It’s why I never, ever want to live anywhere where it’s warm all year long. Excuse my cliched descriptions, but I love the flowers and blossoms coming out in the spring, and I love spring rain. I love reading outside, going to the beach, and walking around in flip flops and skirts in the summer. I love autumn leaves, the change to a more comfortable temperature, apples, pumpkins.

And yes, I love winter, too, for all the reasons I’ve already mentioned. Sadly, winter is currently MIA. I don’t know if it’s global warming or La Nina or what, but in any case…you better get your act together, weather. Or else I’ll…well, sadly, there’s not too much that a human can threaten the weather with. But if there was, I totally would.

Way too warmly yours,

Katie

New Year Reflections

Some years end and I feel like not all that much happened.

This year….yeah, a lot of stuff happened! And most of it was good. This was like my Energizer Bunny year—I just kept going and going, trying to accomplish as much as I could. Here’s some of what I did this year:

  • Got a new job that I really, really wanted.
  • Moved! I still live in the same neighborhood, but this new apartment is just a better living situation for me in every way.
  • Ran two half-marathons, one in Boston and one in Florida
  • Did a few other runs- the Harpoon 5-miler, the JPMorgan Chase Corporate Challenge, and the Jingle Bell Run 5K
  • Went to Disney World
  • Went to The Wizarding World of Harry Potter
  • Got my wisdom teeth out. Please don’t kill me, those who have had painful wisdom teeth experiences, but my teeth were only on the top and not impacted, so getting them out was just like having any other teeth pulled. I was conscious through the procedure, didn’t take anything stronger than Advil, and went out to 90s Night the same day I had them out.
  • Joined the bone marrow registry
  • Had a fun Valentine’s Day with friends
  • Had the absolute best weekend of my life at my five-year college reunion
  • Went out to Vegas for Jon and Steph’s wedding, where I had a lot of fun and met a lot of cool people
  • Saw Celine Dion in concert!
  • Had a really fun birthday party back in July
  • Went to my cousin Ryan’s beautiful wedding by the ocean in South Dartmouth, MA
  • Played on my office softball team
  • Made some new friends at work
  • Went to Aruba with my family for the second time, and I crossed an item off my bucket list by going parasailing
  • Joined 20sb and discovered a great community and lot of great blogs
  • Continued singing in my chorus and had a couple of solos in the concerts
  • Did a lot of exploring around Boston—places like the Arboretum, the Boston Harbor Islands, Castle Island, and the Franklin Park Zoo
  • Did a day trip to Portland, Maine
  • Went to several churches of different denominations—this will be discussed in an upcoming post, because I’m still not quite done with the project
  • Somehow, without even trying, managed to break my bad habit of watching reruns of old TV shows when I could be doing something more productive
  • I am actually astounded at how much my anxiety has improved. It has been a long time since I had a major anxious freakout.

One bad thing that happened this year—I didn’t blog about this when it happened, but my paternal grandmother died at age ninety-three back in May. Thank you to Megan and Cat, who were with me in the T station after a softball game when I returned a call from my dad and found out. It was sad and I miss her, especially at family events. But she was a wonderful lady who had a great, fulfilling life. Her health had been declining and she really missed my grandfather—her husband of sixty-six years—who passed away in November of 2008. So as sad as it was, I’m at peace with it. And I do have to say, deaths in the family really make you reflect on the family you have. I am very lucky to have such a large extended family that I’m close to both literally and figuratively.

Some disappointments in the past year:

  • I HAVE GAINED SO MUCH WEIGHT. I weigh more now than I have ever weighed in my life. I know everyone says this, but this year I am going to try to make eating healthier, exercising more regularly, and cooking at home instead of eating out big focuses of my life.
  • While I blogged a lot more, I am still having trouble motivating myself to get back to my fiction writing. I don’t know why.
  • I wish I had more money saved, but at least the reason I don’t is that I spent it on some fun stuff last year—like going to Florida, Las Vegas, and my college reunion.
  • My trip to New York.
  • Dating! More than anything, I want to find the man I will spend the rest of my life with, but dating just sucks so much. I only went on about four first dates and two second dates in the last year, so in 2012 I’m going to try to step it up, but I am starting to wonder if there really is just no one out there I would be compatible with.
  • I do not get nearly enough sleep because I stay up late for no reason. This is another terrible habit of mine that I need to break, and it’s probably one reason why I gained so much weight this year.
  • The Killing. Lesson learned: do not blog about a show before the season finale. Worst season finale EVER! Everything they said had led us to believe that we’d find out who the killer was by the end of the season, but a last-minute loose end meant that we didn’t, and it annoyed the crap out of me.

I don’t know if I’m making any resolutions per se, but here are some things I’m aiming for this year:

  • Successfully completing the 17-Day Diet
  • Much more cooking and baking
  • Completing an open-water swim
  • Running another half-marathon in November
  • Making it to New York for a weekend without being interrupted by a hurricane
  • Taking trips to both Southern California and Washington DC
  • Adopting a cat! I have been an aspiring cat lady for years. I adore my roommate’s dog Juno, who has convinced me that for the rest of my life I’m always going to have to have pets, but if I’m getting my own pet, I will start with a cat because they don’t require quite as much time.

I do have to say that overall I am very happy and very lucky, and I do appreciate that. I have a lot to be grateful for.

But This Is My Song

I don’t think I’m a very nice person. Really, I don’t. If you’re reading this thinking, “Oh, but I know you and you did/said this one nice thing this one time!” or “But I’ve been reading your blog and you seem like a nice girl!” I thank you for that, but I would like to think that I know myself better than you do and, really, I don’t think I’m very nice.

Here’s the thing that a lot of people don’t realize until they get to know me better: I am constantly angry. It goes hand-in-hand with my anxiety, which is actually about a million times better than it used to be. But although my angry thoughts are generally not as intense as they used to be, anger is one thing I can’t seem to shake. If I’m mad at someone, I don’t just think, “I’m mad at you.” Instead, I jump to all kinds of hateful thoughts that I don’t really mean, but feel like I mean as I’m in my anger.

I have written here before about how a Brandi Carlile song applies to my life. Well, here goes a post about another one, “My Song.” Specifically, the last lines:

Here I am
I’m so young
I know I’ve been bitter, I’ve been jaded, I’m alone
Every day
I bite my tongue
Don’t you know my mind is full of razors
I’m not sure I can take it
I’ve nothing strong to hold to
I’m way too old to hate you
My mind is full of razors
To cut you like a word if only sung
But this is my song

I love this song because I can’t tell you how many times I’ve felt those words. I do feel like my mind is full of razors. Good example– remember this post? I stand by that post completely because I was actually pretty calm when I wrote it–I purposely waited until I had calmed down to write it because the actual thought I have when someone’s cigarette smoke blows into my face is a lot worse than wanting to push a button to wipe smokers off the face of the earth.

I don’t like being this way, and I am constantly struggling against it, trying to be nice when being nice does not come naturally to me. Despite this, I do believe that most people really are nice. To Kill a Mockingbird is one of my favorite books, and I love what Atticus tells Scout at the end of it: “Most people are [nice], Scout, when you finally see them.”

The problem is, though, that being nice isn’t “cool” in our culture. People always tout their sarcasm as if it’s a positive trait when a lot of times they use it to make fun of people. So much of the humor we see on TV is mean-spirited and at other people’s expense. Women will label themselves “bitches” as a reclaiming thing, but rather than use the word to mean “strong, opinionated, outspoken woman,” they embrace the worst connotations of the word “bitch”–the unapologetically catty, mean parts.

We condemn bullying in schools and cyberbullying among teenagers when we perpetuate it ourselves online. Jill wrote an excellent post recently about how the fashion blogging community can seem like high school. Nicole recently saw firsthand how uncharitably people react to news stories they really know nothing about. In college, I interned for a parenting author who, among other things, ran a message board for moms, and I saw how even women who should be setting good examples for their children could turn on each other and be petty and mean-spirited.

And this week, I saw it at 20sb–a very cliquey group of people ganging up on others who have done nothing to hurt them. Specifically, one blogger I admire a lot was very hurt by what went down.

And this really saddens me. I’ve written a lot about how in the past year I’ve connected with many great, talented bloggers, and the behavior I just described is not what I want that community to be. I’ve discovered a lot of kind, positive things that have come out of the 20sb community, like More Love Letters and Let’s Drop a Love Bomb, not to mention the friendships and connections that have developed.

Yes, we all need to vent sometimes. Yes, a little snark can be fun sometimes as long as it isn’t hurting anyone (Childhood Trauma and Television Without Pity are two good examples of this). Yes, you are allowed to rant about how you hate [insert overexposed celebrity here]. But saying mean things about people who haven’t done anything to you and who you know may very well be reading what you write…no. Just no.

 

It can be hard to resist cultural norms that say it’s okay to insult people and, in my case, to resist cutting with the razors in your mind. Not to be cheesy with a life-is-a-song metaphor or anything but to bring this post full circle, this is YOUR song. You decide how it goes, and it’s always better to do your own thing and go on singing no matter who it is who bothers you. Although I struggle with this, I try not to let those who bother me get the best of me. It’s my song, and my life.

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Karaoke Ring of Death: December

Happy holidays, all! That’s the theme of this month’s KROD. You all know how much I love Christmas, so this theme absolutely delights me! I’m feeling a bit of deja vu. Once again, I’m hosting Dave from The Fiction Factory, and once again, you can find me at The Tsaritsa Sez. Take it away, Dave!

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Song of the Moment: “Tollite Hostias”

In college, I sang with the chorale and loved it. Every year, we put on three Christmas concerts, and among the songs on my ginormous Christmas playlist are those from a recording of one of them.

Along with the traditional Christmas songs like “Joy to the World” and “Hark the Herald Angels Sing,” one song we always sang was “Tollite Hostias,” an oratorio by Saint-Saens. It’s a Latin song that translates to, “Bring offerings and worship the Lord in his holy habitation. Let the heavens rejoice and the earth exult in the presence of the Lord, for he comes. Hallelujah.”

But aside from the concert, we also sang it at every concert after-party at precisely midnight. Imagine a bunch of drunk college kids jumping up and down while singing a Latin song in four-part harmony- it’s pretty much the most amazing thing ever.

Oh, actually, you don’t have to imagine it! It looks like someone has uploaded a recording of it to YouTube. This brings back some great memories, and I’m glad that current choralers are carrying on this tradition. Enjoy.

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OEbZ43rWSwQ]

Some Cool Blogs That Aren’t Mine

Awhile ago, I wrote about some of the blogs I read. Wow, a lot has changed since then! My Google Reader has, like, quadrupled in size since I joined 20sb, and I’ve also discovered some great blogs on my own. If you’re looking for something new and interesting to read, here are some of my suggestions:

Hyperbole and a Half

I’m not big on favorites. I don’t have a favorite book, a favorite song, or a favorite food because simply can’t pick.

Hyperbole and a Half is my favorite blog. You’re probably already reading it, but in case you’re not, here’s its story. It’s written by twenty-something Allie Brosh, who tells crazy stories about her life and illustrates them with goofy Paintbrush drawings. Allie is absolutely hilarious and a fantastic storyteller (and pretty, too), and I kind of want her to be my best friend. She writes about everything from her crazy antics as a child to the adventures of her mentally challenged dog. Two of my favorites are Dogs Don’t Understand Basic Concepts Like Moving and one that’s appropriate for this time of year, The Year Kenny Loggins Ruined Christmas. Allie is writing a book right now that will be published in about a year, and sadly has not been blogging as much. But I can’t wait for the book.

Catalog Living

Actually, this is coming out with a book, too! Anyway, you know how in furniture catalogs, the furniture is always arranged in really strange ways? This blog imagines the lives of Gary and Elaine, the people who live in the catalogs. Every day, there’s a picture accompanied by a snarky caption, and it guarantees me at least one laugh per day.

Diary of a Dying Girl

The author of this blog, who calls herself Jorah Day, has a terminal condition. She doesn’t discuss it on the blog because she wants it to be more about her life than her impending death (although if you’re really curious, she did once go into detail about it on 20sb). But that’s not why you should read her blog. You should read it because she’s an absolutely amazing writer. She just has a wonderful way with words and of constructing a narrative. She’s currently going through a difficult breakup and has written about it with a lot of honesty and self-awareness. You know those people who come off as cool precisely because they don’t try to be cool? That’s Jorah.

Sweeney Says

I’ve already talked a bit about her (if you weren’t following the story, it thankfully ended happily—Derrik and the other two boys were released and have returned to the U.S.). Sweeney is just so funny and interesting and down-to-earth and sometimes falls into gutters in Ghana. I’m always excited when she updates. Plus, right now she’s in grad school in Paris, which has led to some interesting posts about her experiences as an expat.

Sara Swears a Lot

Last year, Sara won an award for “Blogger I’d Like to Get a Drink With,” and after reading her blog for a bit, you can see why. The girl is hilarious and, yes, does swear a lot. And did I mention she started the Karaoke Ring of Death? There’s a lot of heart mixed in with the humor, though. She recently got married, and she managed to write very poignantly about how happy her marriage has made her without being annoying, which is an accomplishment in itself.

Childhood Trauma

Sara, Sweeney, and three other bloggers write this site, which snarks on all our favorite book series from when we were kids: The Baby-Sitters Club, Sweet Valley High, The Boxcar Children, Goosebumps, etc.

Talk Nerdy To Me Lover

I talked about this site and its founder, Jen Friel, in this post.

Wishcake

I don’t know what it is that makes this blog so good. It could be Kerri’s clear, honest, confident-yet-relatable writing style. It could be the lovely design. It could be all the cute pictures of Kerri’s baby daughter, who was born in August. In any case, it was one of the first 20sb blogs I started reading, and definitely one of the best.

It’s Like I’m….Mmmagic!

Brandy is a teacher in Canada. She has a lot of funny stories about her students, lots of strong opinions, and a certain “it” factor that makes her blog awesome. She also started The Secret Project, where fellow bloggers send in secrets they’d like to get off their chests and she posts them anonymously.

Smile Big and Pretty

Jas is a writer, an actress, and occasionally a train. Not to mention hilarious and adorable. She has funny stories about everything from the world’s sketchiest audition to accidentally storming into a Ugandan church holding the clothes she was about to wear for a pin-up photo shoot. She wants to move to LA to help further her acting career, and I read her blog partly in hopes that I can say I knew her back when.

These are just ten of the blogs I’m reading—there are dozens more! So many that I can’t even list them all here. Housekeeping detail: I have updated my blogroll on the right, so check out some of the other blogs there, too!

Derrik Sweeney

I’ve been posting lately about how I’ve gotten involved with 20sb in the past year, which has led to blog swaps, Karaoke Ring of Death, and me connecting with multiple awesome bloggers.

One blogger who I started reading pretty early is Sweeney of Sweeney Says– you might remember she made a guest appearance on Erin’s Karaoke Ring of Death. She’s an awesome person with a great personality, and one thing she writes about a lot is how much she loves her parents and three siblings.

Her younger brother, Derrik Sweeney, has been in the international news over the last 24 hours. While studying abroad in Cairo, he was arrested along with two other students amid the protests. The circumstances are not entirely clear at this point, but I wanted to direct whoever is reading this to Nicole’s blog and also her Twitter, where she’s been updating as much as she can. If you’re reading this, please keep the Sweeneys in your thoughts until Derrik is brought home safely.