One of the many themes of my week in New York was the continuous and repetitive background music emanating from Gianna’s computer. Because she and her girlfriend Logan are two of my cultural gurus – with the Wordsmoker Collective completing my complement of tutors – I asked her what she was playing. Apparently this song called “Prisencolinensinainciusol,” was composed by Adriano Celentano and is comprised of lyrics that don’t mean anything in any language. However, and this is the infuriating part, they’re meant to sound like American English to a foreign ear. Super Best or anti-American? You decide.

We accept you, one of us. I find this incredibly amazmical (amazing + magical).

Has anyone seen the movie Freaks before?

Come – let us buckle up and ride the dying horse of mental calculus into the ground. We shall cross the plains of stupidity. We shall overcome the  rock-strewn desert of moronics. Finally – we shall journey into a swamp of statements about currency contained within the sort of discussion that makes you want to pull your eyes out.  I, of course, urge you to watch it on a loop with your friends, preferably while you’re all high.

This is (at frequent times) one of the most disturbingly hilarious and hilariously disturbing things I have ever seen. Some scenes are the visual equivalent of the contents of Pandora’s Box, and you’ll be glad to know that the editor-in-chief is the Devil himself. I, of course, urge you to watch it on a loop with your friends, preferably while you’re all high.