idols.

Last Sunday we got together for another enlightening s.p.i. club meeting at a local coffee shop in Burbank. Lindsay, Angie, Carly and I met to discuss not just how our weeks were going (Angie, glad you are feeling better!) but re-occurring current events (the rising amount of middle-class Americans losing their jobs, the number of towns just over the border in Mexico run by drug lords, how much our media offends other countries and whether or not drinking alcohol reduces or increases cancers in women.) From here we endorsed some things we discovered that week that are so fabulous we had to share with others... On a Go Green! kick, I endorsed blackle.com, a search engine powered by Google that uses less energy than websites with a white background (set your home page to this now!). Angie endorsed modern medicine for creating the antibiotics that made her feel better this week. Carly endorsed the horoscopes page and Lindsay endorsed classic films and brought awareness to how appreciation for them is literally dying out. We also introduced a new vocabulary word including spoony, deipnosophist, lassitude and amphibology. Our homework assignment last week was to creatively present our favorite idols. Angie played James Taylor while she shared his story and how he has inspired her. Lindsay read all her favorite quotes said by Oscar Wilde, her favorite writer. I wrote a haiku about Patch Adams, my idol in medicine:

The red nose brings laughs

of mending smiles that cure

like a healing patch.

Carly wrote a creative piece about Diablo Cody, her favorite screenplay writer.

Top 5 Cool Things About Diablo Cody/Reasons It's A Good Thing She is One of A Kind

 If all the strippers ended up Oscar-winning writers, men would have a good excuse to be hitting the topless bar- "Honey, I'm searching for the next great Entertainment Weekly columnist."

If all the people on road trips took on the name of the town they were driving through- everyone in the south would be name Orlando or Key West, everyone in the East would be named Boone and everyone in Arkansas would be named Hope-which is better than Billy Bob.

If all the people sitting in Starbucks writing a screenplay actually completed their screenplays and then went on to get them produced, there would be a lot more emo kids living on Mulholland Drive.

If every former Catholic school girl moved across the country to marry their internet boyfriend who later encouraged them to quit their full-time job and pursue striping, it would not surprise me.

If all of the blogs with the word pussy in the title eventually became best-selling books that eventually launched the career of their author to Hollywood stardom, this town would really be the way everyone who doesn't live here imagines it to be.

*Stay tuned this Sunday when s.p.i. goes to the UCLA vs. GA gymnastics meet and rendezvous in Westwood to discuss different schools of philosophic thought and their own life philosophies!*