Look at this!
http://mizian.com.ne.kr/englishwiz/library/names/zodiac/cancer.htm
Yes, there are typos on the webpage, but the entire description is eerily resonating.
My favorite parts:
"It's brutally unfair to toy with the heart of this girl..."
It's true.
"It's hard to know when she'll suddenly become vulnerable to hidden meanings. You could waltz in some night and say, "Your hair looks gorgeous," and she'll get a tear in her eye. Why? Because you insinuated her hair looked frightful the last time you saw her. Cancer women can be quite touchy."
Of course. This happens to me a lot, especially concerning hair.
"She hates to be criticized, she is deeply wounded by ridicule, and she just can't stand being rejected. One, two, three. They're basics. Seldom openly aggressive, the typical Cancerian hesitates. You'll have to make the first move. If she moves anywhere at all, it will be backwards or side–ways. With her basically shy nature and fear that she won't be accepted."
"Everything has a sentimental value, in–cluding canceled checks from 1952 and her old Girl Scout badges. She treasures the things she owns and guards them jealously. That, of course, includes you. She's not so much jealous as possessive. There's a shade of difference."
I'll even save name tags if they're from semi-special events.
"The desire to be a little spoiled by loved ones seems to be buried deep in the Cancerian nature. She needs desperately to know you can't live with–out her. and sometimes shell go to great lengths to arouse your pity and protective instincts, just to be assured she means a lot to you. It's really very little for her to ask, when she gives so much in return. But don't be fooled by her weakness during these episodes. That helpless little baby who seeks your big, strong arms to keep out the cold, cruel world is perfectly able to manage by herself, if she must."
And I HATE being treated like I can't manage on my own.
"There's no end to the heroic sacrifice a Cancer woman will be capable of for those she loves. The bravery she can't seem to muster for herself and her own fears is there shining when someone close needs her to be strong."
Unless I decided to not visit you when you're dying....whoops. Actually, I have come to terms with this, and I genuinely think that in a way, that was my way of being strong for her. To stay as close as we had always been would have killed me, and if I acted like something devastating was actually happening, it may have killed her faster. Seriously. I told her for a year that she would most definitely get better, and definitely would not die. It turns out that I was WRONG. But, if I hadn't told her that, and had acted like she might leave at any moment, I would have been more "there for her" as she died, but I don't think it would have been better at all.
"One of the dearest Cancerian women I ever knew was born in Europe, and when she was ill, she would sing every word of the Russian lullabies she had heard as a child, even though she came to America almost half a century ago. Most of us would be lucky if we remembered the tune or words to "Rockabye Baby."
Yuuuup. I can sing every song my parents sung to me when I was little. Including ones that they made up, and ones in mixes of African languages.
"She can be afraid to go to sleep in the dark without a soft night light, afraid of fire and matches, afraid of fast cars and loud noises."
I used to be so terrified at night that I would like perfectly still with my blankets pulled over my head so that nothing could see me. And did this thing that I called duc breathing where I would hardly breathe so that my chest wouldn't rise and fall. I think I didn't actually fall asleep, I eventually just passed out from lack of oxygen every night.
"Baby beluga in the deep blue sea. He swims so wild and he swims so free. He's got heaven above and the sea below. He's just a little white whale on the go."
-Raffi
"Nkosi sikelel' iAfrika
Maluphakanyisw' uphondo lwayo,
Yizwa imithandazo yethu,
Nkosi sikelela, thina lusapho lwayo.
Morena boloka setjhaba sa heso,
O fedise dintwa la matshwenyeho,
O se boloke, O se boloke setjhaba sa heso,
Setjhaba sa South Afrika - South Afrika."
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Monday, February 26, 2007
I am more emo than Savage Garden
My back pain is back with a vengeance. I don't even know what brought it on. I didn't move or twist weirdly at all today, but by the time I was washing my face tonight, I couldn't even bend over the sink. I had to stand almost upright and I proceeded to splash water all down my clothes. I wonder if this is what it is like to be old and deteriorating like John McCain. Why is my life so difficult? ....I have asked that in my head this week so many more times than I can even count.
It's funny, though. Sometimes, the person who can best comfort myself is me. Like when I had to pull an all-nighter in Odegaard for that group paper in polisci, and then I got sick and threw up in the bathroom at 5 am, when I still had 5 pages left to write. Everybody tried to make me feel better, and Samantha taught me how to snort water to make my nose/throat stop stinging, but the thing that comforted me the most was the subject lines I used when I was e-mailing the updated versions of the paper back to myself. They were all titled completely dorky things like "I love you, babe," and "I love sex and starbursts". My little messages to myself were the primary reason I stayed upright and typing until 9 am.
Also, when I used to get really really sad (before Olive died, because now I have somehow lost the ability to get as upset), and I couldn't go to anyone else for help, either because it was late at night, or I was upset about something that I couldn't tell the people around me, then I used to sing myself my song. It was a song that I had written way back in middle school when my friends and I were at the height of our brooding intorspective phase. And we all decided to write our own song. Supremely dorky once again, but when I got uncontrollably upset, that song was one of the only ways I knew to feel better.
I think it's because when you use something that you have written to yourself or done in the past to feel better, it's like you are actively comforting someone else, even though that someone is yourself. There's something about exerting emotion for other people that automatically makes you feel better. Like the way that when a friend is having a hard time, you can immediately forget whatever petty nonsense was making you upset and go talk to them. And so I fake myself out by pretending to be helping somone who needs me.
I don't actually know what I am going on about. Or rather, I know, but I don't know why I am bothering to write it down even when I can't explain it fully, and when it doesn't really matter. At least it isn't insulting to anybody....which is an improvement, I suppose.
Alternately, when you are upset (because you might not have written your own song in middle school or feel comfortable writing yourself e-mails...), I would recommend chucking your roommate's Ronald Reagan bobblehead at walls. This is what I do sometimes, and it never fails to satisfy me. He is quite a stubborn little beast, and has yet to break. It's true that I might feel guilty if it did break, since it belongs to Max, but not that much considering he refuses to take it back ever since he hid it behind my curtains one night and scared me half to death. He thinks the idea of me sleeping inside the same room as Reagan is hilarious...hmph. Little does he know of my domestic abuse.
"Alice:
I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!
[...]
Eaglet:
Speak English! I don't know the meaning of half those long words, and I don't believe you do either!
[...]
Alice:
I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, Sir, because I'm not myself you see."
-Lewis Carroll, brilliant fiend
It's funny, though. Sometimes, the person who can best comfort myself is me. Like when I had to pull an all-nighter in Odegaard for that group paper in polisci, and then I got sick and threw up in the bathroom at 5 am, when I still had 5 pages left to write. Everybody tried to make me feel better, and Samantha taught me how to snort water to make my nose/throat stop stinging, but the thing that comforted me the most was the subject lines I used when I was e-mailing the updated versions of the paper back to myself. They were all titled completely dorky things like "I love you, babe," and "I love sex and starbursts". My little messages to myself were the primary reason I stayed upright and typing until 9 am.
Also, when I used to get really really sad (before Olive died, because now I have somehow lost the ability to get as upset), and I couldn't go to anyone else for help, either because it was late at night, or I was upset about something that I couldn't tell the people around me, then I used to sing myself my song. It was a song that I had written way back in middle school when my friends and I were at the height of our brooding intorspective phase. And we all decided to write our own song. Supremely dorky once again, but when I got uncontrollably upset, that song was one of the only ways I knew to feel better.
I think it's because when you use something that you have written to yourself or done in the past to feel better, it's like you are actively comforting someone else, even though that someone is yourself. There's something about exerting emotion for other people that automatically makes you feel better. Like the way that when a friend is having a hard time, you can immediately forget whatever petty nonsense was making you upset and go talk to them. And so I fake myself out by pretending to be helping somone who needs me.
I don't actually know what I am going on about. Or rather, I know, but I don't know why I am bothering to write it down even when I can't explain it fully, and when it doesn't really matter. At least it isn't insulting to anybody....which is an improvement, I suppose.
Alternately, when you are upset (because you might not have written your own song in middle school or feel comfortable writing yourself e-mails...), I would recommend chucking your roommate's Ronald Reagan bobblehead at walls. This is what I do sometimes, and it never fails to satisfy me. He is quite a stubborn little beast, and has yet to break. It's true that I might feel guilty if it did break, since it belongs to Max, but not that much considering he refuses to take it back ever since he hid it behind my curtains one night and scared me half to death. He thinks the idea of me sleeping inside the same room as Reagan is hilarious...hmph. Little does he know of my domestic abuse.
"Alice:
I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!
[...]
Eaglet:
Speak English! I don't know the meaning of half those long words, and I don't believe you do either!
[...]
Alice:
I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, Sir, because I'm not myself you see."
-Lewis Carroll, brilliant fiend
Friday, February 23, 2007
Don't. Stop. Thinkin' bout tomorrow.
I remember Clinton's campaign. Do you?
Apparently, Senator Ed Murray has taken an interest in my blog. This is intriguing, because only 5 people that I know of actually read it. I'm all for politicians responding directly to public criticism and everything (alas, John Kerry did not follow this Clinton-esque strategy and we are all suffering for it), but the 43rd district Democratic race is apparently more contentious than I formerly imagined if those 5 votes really do count that much. And that is not even taking into account that those 5 kids are college students in the U-district.
These days the U-district can't turn out in the polls in large enough numbers to sway shit, and believe me when I say that our beloved 43rd reps know this better than anybody, and will not hesitate to discuss this issue in justification for some of their not-so-student-friendly legislative actions. Don't worry, Senator Murray, I'm not making things up here, and I wasn't before either. I haven't had these discussions with you, but I do read the newspaper. Even The Daily, though sometimes embarassingly amateur, is legit enough to not maliciously mischaracterize your intentions to the student body. Additionally, you and others have been surprisingly candid to many a student regarding our unfortunate position in the political heirarchy of constituents. It's cool, though, we understand how the legislature works and that these calculations have to be made...just don't get your panties in a twist if one student blogger isn't your biggest fan. It can hardly be surprising considering how long the student conduct code drama has been going on, but hopefully that is passe now and future students will be able to forgive--or at least to forget.
If anyone missed the rant that generated Ed Murray's comment, check it out: http://phoebestrivialpursuits.blogspot.com/2007/02/cant-touch-this.html
Yes, it was over the top, but I think Senator Murray's response proves that we all can get a little crotchety when provoked. In the spirit of the equal opportunity provision, here is his response again:
I am not sure if the author was one of the people who visited my in Olympia? If so I don’t believe we were in the same meeting. I did not bitch about students not voting. I did share a concern about low voter turn out in the U district. We then had a discussion about if democratic students should register in the very democratic 43rd or if they came from a suburban republican leaning district if they should register there. I also did not say students opinions don’t matter. I think my record of meeting with UW students over the years can not be matched by other legislators. In addition I have hired as legislative staff and campaign staff students I have met as a result of those meetings. Finally I did not say I wanted to level husky stadium and mentioned I attended football games in the stadium. Again I have a long record of attempting to find a solution to the SR520 problem for all of us who live, work and study on the Seattle side of the lake.
So I don’t mind being considered an asshole, I just think when you make up comments I did not say you are also being an asshole.
February 20, 2007 10:47 AM
Isn't it good to know that even legislators make an occasional typo? I know that I feel better knowing it. Granted an aide could have written it for him, which would be much less satisfying, but you can't have everything I suppose. I'm not here to be a grammar biatch, however. Instead I would just like to respond to a few things.
First, like I said before, these comments are not made up, aaaand, they were not all attributed to Senator Murray. Let me burn an additional bridge here (pun intended...520, anybody?), by emphasizing out that at any point during my galactically offensive entry I was referring to either the man in question or the 43rd Representative, and in some cases, both. I am sure the Senator is being honest in asserting here that he never claimed to want to level the 520, and I commend him on sharing that sentiment with me. I am marginally pacified, and only think that one individual here is "off his rocker", which I believe is the allegation in question.
However, I think it is important to note that the message that UW students' opinions on certain issues are largely unimportant to both of our state legislators in the 43rd, has been communicated clearly to all of us whether the Senator would like to admit it or not. If this is one of those Mary Cheney-do not discuss topics, then perhaps fewer public comments on the topic from our reps themselves would be prudent? And let's be honest, discussions with regular UW students on campus or elsewhere are not private. You are doing us a favor by meeting with us, but we owe you nothing in return, especially not confidentiality. Expect that word will get around about the opinions you share in front of us...especially if you are blunt and insensitive as a virgin Representative [Ed, this is a situation where I am referring to someone other than you--I'm sorry it happens sometimes, I'll try to differentiate more now, though, so that we can all be on the same page. And, heads up, becuse in the next sentence I will go back to adressing both men of the 43rd]. Overall, we, as students are neither blind nor dumb, and everything that I so eloquently shared before *insert sarcasm here for those of you who have issues picking it up* has actually been impressed upon us by way of direct comments, veiled threats, and legislative actions over the past couple of years. As a Democrat who has voted to elect both of you, I have no motivation to call you out on made-up shit, especially considering my audience of 5...which I suppose is now around 6 + leg aides?
Second, I would also like to commend the legislator for his statement that his record of meeting with UW students is matched by no other legislator. I would agree. Of course, excluding the newbie Pedersen, he is the only legislator that has the UW as part of his constituency, so I would hope that his record would stand as such. Additionally, it is important to distinguish between meeting with and listening to UW students (this is a discussion point, not an allegation--I have no intimate knowledge of your receptiveness to students outside of the conduct code issue, but am sure that you are an advocate for us based on the hiring practices that you stated in your comment). Still, I think that we can all agree that this is a positive thing. Snaps for the Senator meeting with students.
Third, I'm glad that you don't mind being considered an asshole. You should get used to it with a career in politics, as I will apparently have to if I make a habit out of insulting politicians. And, once again, don't worry, I don't have a lot of political pull, so there's no way my opinion of you here will bite you in the ass in the Democratic stronghold that is your district outside of what you make of it. If you take anything away from my comments other than a general annoyance with UW students (that may help you bond more with community surrounding UW, actually), I hope it is that even if we don't turn out at the polls, don't have a lot of political clout, and don't communicate with you on a regular basis, UW students do not exactly view you as our fearless leader. We have a lot of criticism for you, some constructive, some reduced to Tricky Dick allusions. What it comes down to, though, is that no matter how many UW students you've met with, you've made it clear where you stand on certain issues that affect us. We want to want you as our Senator. We're mostly liberal to the death. We're just tired of being talked down to and disrespected (here, I am not taking into account that you just called me an asshole...I think it's special that we just shared our opinions of one another, I am referring to condescending statements previously made, or sentiments made clear though legislative action).
That's all.
Tee hee hee. I still think that it's hilarious that 5 whole minutes must have been spent reading and responding to my blog. Seriously, is Oly that boring? Isn't there legislation to be writing or something? I guess it's like the snarky kid from my polisci class would say: "It's the legislative hustle, son."
"You can't handle the truth. [...] We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone to a life spent defending something. You use 'em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it. I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to."
-Jack Nicholson, A Few Good Men
Apparently, Senator Ed Murray has taken an interest in my blog. This is intriguing, because only 5 people that I know of actually read it. I'm all for politicians responding directly to public criticism and everything (alas, John Kerry did not follow this Clinton-esque strategy and we are all suffering for it), but the 43rd district Democratic race is apparently more contentious than I formerly imagined if those 5 votes really do count that much. And that is not even taking into account that those 5 kids are college students in the U-district.
These days the U-district can't turn out in the polls in large enough numbers to sway shit, and believe me when I say that our beloved 43rd reps know this better than anybody, and will not hesitate to discuss this issue in justification for some of their not-so-student-friendly legislative actions. Don't worry, Senator Murray, I'm not making things up here, and I wasn't before either. I haven't had these discussions with you, but I do read the newspaper. Even The Daily, though sometimes embarassingly amateur, is legit enough to not maliciously mischaracterize your intentions to the student body. Additionally, you and others have been surprisingly candid to many a student regarding our unfortunate position in the political heirarchy of constituents. It's cool, though, we understand how the legislature works and that these calculations have to be made...just don't get your panties in a twist if one student blogger isn't your biggest fan. It can hardly be surprising considering how long the student conduct code drama has been going on, but hopefully that is passe now and future students will be able to forgive--or at least to forget.
If anyone missed the rant that generated Ed Murray's comment, check it out: http://phoebestrivialpursuits.blogspot.com/2007/02/cant-touch-this.html
Yes, it was over the top, but I think Senator Murray's response proves that we all can get a little crotchety when provoked. In the spirit of the equal opportunity provision, here is his response again:
I am not sure if the author was one of the people who visited my in Olympia? If so I don’t believe we were in the same meeting. I did not bitch about students not voting. I did share a concern about low voter turn out in the U district. We then had a discussion about if democratic students should register in the very democratic 43rd or if they came from a suburban republican leaning district if they should register there. I also did not say students opinions don’t matter. I think my record of meeting with UW students over the years can not be matched by other legislators. In addition I have hired as legislative staff and campaign staff students I have met as a result of those meetings. Finally I did not say I wanted to level husky stadium and mentioned I attended football games in the stadium. Again I have a long record of attempting to find a solution to the SR520 problem for all of us who live, work and study on the Seattle side of the lake.
So I don’t mind being considered an asshole, I just think when you make up comments I did not say you are also being an asshole.
February 20, 2007 10:47 AM
Isn't it good to know that even legislators make an occasional typo? I know that I feel better knowing it. Granted an aide could have written it for him, which would be much less satisfying, but you can't have everything I suppose. I'm not here to be a grammar biatch, however. Instead I would just like to respond to a few things.
First, like I said before, these comments are not made up, aaaand, they were not all attributed to Senator Murray. Let me burn an additional bridge here (pun intended...520, anybody?), by emphasizing out that at any point during my galactically offensive entry I was referring to either the man in question or the 43rd Representative, and in some cases, both. I am sure the Senator is being honest in asserting here that he never claimed to want to level the 520, and I commend him on sharing that sentiment with me. I am marginally pacified, and only think that one individual here is "off his rocker", which I believe is the allegation in question.
However, I think it is important to note that the message that UW students' opinions on certain issues are largely unimportant to both of our state legislators in the 43rd, has been communicated clearly to all of us whether the Senator would like to admit it or not. If this is one of those Mary Cheney-do not discuss topics, then perhaps fewer public comments on the topic from our reps themselves would be prudent? And let's be honest, discussions with regular UW students on campus or elsewhere are not private. You are doing us a favor by meeting with us, but we owe you nothing in return, especially not confidentiality. Expect that word will get around about the opinions you share in front of us...especially if you are blunt and insensitive as a virgin Representative [Ed, this is a situation where I am referring to someone other than you--I'm sorry it happens sometimes, I'll try to differentiate more now, though, so that we can all be on the same page. And, heads up, becuse in the next sentence I will go back to adressing both men of the 43rd]. Overall, we, as students are neither blind nor dumb, and everything that I so eloquently shared before *insert sarcasm here for those of you who have issues picking it up* has actually been impressed upon us by way of direct comments, veiled threats, and legislative actions over the past couple of years. As a Democrat who has voted to elect both of you, I have no motivation to call you out on made-up shit, especially considering my audience of 5...which I suppose is now around 6 + leg aides?
Second, I would also like to commend the legislator for his statement that his record of meeting with UW students is matched by no other legislator. I would agree. Of course, excluding the newbie Pedersen, he is the only legislator that has the UW as part of his constituency, so I would hope that his record would stand as such. Additionally, it is important to distinguish between meeting with and listening to UW students (this is a discussion point, not an allegation--I have no intimate knowledge of your receptiveness to students outside of the conduct code issue, but am sure that you are an advocate for us based on the hiring practices that you stated in your comment). Still, I think that we can all agree that this is a positive thing. Snaps for the Senator meeting with students.
Third, I'm glad that you don't mind being considered an asshole. You should get used to it with a career in politics, as I will apparently have to if I make a habit out of insulting politicians. And, once again, don't worry, I don't have a lot of political pull, so there's no way my opinion of you here will bite you in the ass in the Democratic stronghold that is your district outside of what you make of it. If you take anything away from my comments other than a general annoyance with UW students (that may help you bond more with community surrounding UW, actually), I hope it is that even if we don't turn out at the polls, don't have a lot of political clout, and don't communicate with you on a regular basis, UW students do not exactly view you as our fearless leader. We have a lot of criticism for you, some constructive, some reduced to Tricky Dick allusions. What it comes down to, though, is that no matter how many UW students you've met with, you've made it clear where you stand on certain issues that affect us. We want to want you as our Senator. We're mostly liberal to the death. We're just tired of being talked down to and disrespected (here, I am not taking into account that you just called me an asshole...I think it's special that we just shared our opinions of one another, I am referring to condescending statements previously made, or sentiments made clear though legislative action).
That's all.
Tee hee hee. I still think that it's hilarious that 5 whole minutes must have been spent reading and responding to my blog. Seriously, is Oly that boring? Isn't there legislation to be writing or something? I guess it's like the snarky kid from my polisci class would say: "It's the legislative hustle, son."
"You can't handle the truth. [...] We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone to a life spent defending something. You use 'em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it. I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to."
-Jack Nicholson, A Few Good Men
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Break it down, Johann, break it down.
Pachelbel's Cannon in D is beautiful. Who is this speaking? I don't know. Since when do I sit around listening to classical music? I appreciate it, and sometimes I listen when I'm doing math type things, but not during my typical leisure listening time. Apparently I listen to Pachelbel now on occasion when I'm doing unacademic things as well. You know, between the 80's and Newsies. I can't deny it, I do love a good crescendo.
In the category of things that are sillier than life, you might want to check out the picture, Dali Atomicus, by Philippe Halsman. It took 6 hours, 28 jumps, and a roomful of assistants throwing angry cats and buckets of water into the air to capture that bit of art. Who knew that they had so much fun way back in 1948?
Speaking of angry kittens, Cheney actually makes me want to hide under the covers and wait for '08. Jon Stewart showed a clip of him tonight being thoroughly awkward and completely hilarious as per usual. If Cheney doesn't like what you are saying or asking he'll just sit there staring you down, most likely wishing death upon you and your entire family with his constipated little gaze. I would actually never want to get close enough to him to be in range of his evil eye. The Larouchies may finally be onto something here. For the first time. No, nobody wants a bridge to be built across the Atlantic. Sorry guys, didn't mean to get your hopes up, I know you've been pulling for that one a while. But seriously, Cheney might actually eat kittens like those birkenstock-wearing carol-singing misfits' signs proclaim. Don't talk about it, though, that's his personal life and isn't up for public critique. He might knife you. The man is a sack of rage.
Double-take of the day: Ross Perot's first name is not Ross. It is something that starts with H. I was very disturbed to hear this today, because it suggests that I might be a bit young here. Hold on, let me wikipedia it...ah, yes. His name is Henry. Like the mad biznatch from Lost. He also is apparently the 57th richest person in the United States. Anyway, I don't actually know if the H is common knowledge. Perhaps I'm safe on the age issue. I'll have to do a quick poll tomorrow.
"Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae."
-Kurt Vonnegut
In the category of things that are sillier than life, you might want to check out the picture, Dali Atomicus, by Philippe Halsman. It took 6 hours, 28 jumps, and a roomful of assistants throwing angry cats and buckets of water into the air to capture that bit of art. Who knew that they had so much fun way back in 1948?
Speaking of angry kittens, Cheney actually makes me want to hide under the covers and wait for '08. Jon Stewart showed a clip of him tonight being thoroughly awkward and completely hilarious as per usual. If Cheney doesn't like what you are saying or asking he'll just sit there staring you down, most likely wishing death upon you and your entire family with his constipated little gaze. I would actually never want to get close enough to him to be in range of his evil eye. The Larouchies may finally be onto something here. For the first time. No, nobody wants a bridge to be built across the Atlantic. Sorry guys, didn't mean to get your hopes up, I know you've been pulling for that one a while. But seriously, Cheney might actually eat kittens like those birkenstock-wearing carol-singing misfits' signs proclaim. Don't talk about it, though, that's his personal life and isn't up for public critique. He might knife you. The man is a sack of rage.
Double-take of the day: Ross Perot's first name is not Ross. It is something that starts with H. I was very disturbed to hear this today, because it suggests that I might be a bit young here. Hold on, let me wikipedia it...ah, yes. His name is Henry. Like the mad biznatch from Lost. He also is apparently the 57th richest person in the United States. Anyway, I don't actually know if the H is common knowledge. Perhaps I'm safe on the age issue. I'll have to do a quick poll tomorrow.
"Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae."
-Kurt Vonnegut
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
The DL on the TP
My thesis advisor is basically my hero. I was incredibly apprehensive about going to meet with him today, because I missed both of our last meetings; first, because I had double-booked, and second, because I hurt my back. I've also done NO WORK recently so I had absolutely no progress to show. But, he was fine. Not I'll-let-you-slack fine, just, I-know-you'll-do-the-work-soon fine.
Plus, I like talking to him more than I like talking to most people who pop up in my daily schedule. His southern accent absurdly puts me at ease, and we have long conversations having nothing to do with my thesis. Like about how we both think that the 43rd district reps are assholes and how Democratic infighting creates serious obstacles to the party's agenda and inordinate amounts of frustration to people like us. I'm so glad that I found him, because I've never even taken one of his classes or anything. I can't imagine a better advisor for me and my research. :) !!!!!!!!
I miss....
Photography--I haven't taken pictures with any camera other than a digital one since high school. It just doesn't seem worth it if you're not developing it yourself and choosing the size and tint and everything. I wasn't amazing at it or anything, but I still have some surprisingly kick ass pictures that I took. And I love pictures.
Soccer--Particularly the feeling of tackling the forwards from the other team. And then the girls get all snotty when they get frustrated after not being able to get by you every single time. And nothing can beat playing in the mud and rain.
Getting perfect grades--What happened to me? Coming out of my freshman year, my gpa was fully 3.97. Believe me, though, its all gone downhill from there. And this quarter will definitely add a United States deficit sized dip into the slope. Sad.
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For all my hatred of the UW Econ department (sordidly unaccountable professors and inconsistent class quality), I really do love econ. I will always be able to stand being the only non-asian, and girl in my classes if the material continues to be so completely intuitive. It's true that I don't appreciate bothersome things like math, but when I understand how to do certain types of problems well enough to the point where the math is just a stepping stone and I can see past it to the greater logic of the problem, and then be able to immediately see how to solve another problem when an extra stage or firm is added, then it is oh so enjoyable. I am such a nerd, and I don't even get the grades to justify it anymore, but if you try it out I think you will find that econ is undeniably satisfying.
"HOUSE MEETING WEDNESDAY: Come if you ever want toilet paper again."
-the Bitch Board in our kitchen
Plus, I like talking to him more than I like talking to most people who pop up in my daily schedule. His southern accent absurdly puts me at ease, and we have long conversations having nothing to do with my thesis. Like about how we both think that the 43rd district reps are assholes and how Democratic infighting creates serious obstacles to the party's agenda and inordinate amounts of frustration to people like us. I'm so glad that I found him, because I've never even taken one of his classes or anything. I can't imagine a better advisor for me and my research. :) !!!!!!!!
I miss....
Photography--I haven't taken pictures with any camera other than a digital one since high school. It just doesn't seem worth it if you're not developing it yourself and choosing the size and tint and everything. I wasn't amazing at it or anything, but I still have some surprisingly kick ass pictures that I took. And I love pictures.
Soccer--Particularly the feeling of tackling the forwards from the other team. And then the girls get all snotty when they get frustrated after not being able to get by you every single time. And nothing can beat playing in the mud and rain.
Getting perfect grades--What happened to me? Coming out of my freshman year, my gpa was fully 3.97. Believe me, though, its all gone downhill from there. And this quarter will definitely add a United States deficit sized dip into the slope. Sad.
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For all my hatred of the UW Econ department (sordidly unaccountable professors and inconsistent class quality), I really do love econ. I will always be able to stand being the only non-asian, and girl in my classes if the material continues to be so completely intuitive. It's true that I don't appreciate bothersome things like math, but when I understand how to do certain types of problems well enough to the point where the math is just a stepping stone and I can see past it to the greater logic of the problem, and then be able to immediately see how to solve another problem when an extra stage or firm is added, then it is oh so enjoyable. I am such a nerd, and I don't even get the grades to justify it anymore, but if you try it out I think you will find that econ is undeniably satisfying.
"HOUSE MEETING WEDNESDAY: Come if you ever want toilet paper again."
-the Bitch Board in our kitchen
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Can't Touch This
Stop....Hammer time.
Seriously, though. Is it cool if you don't put your hands on me? I'm not weird, and I'm not trying to be a bitch. I like hugs and everything....if I at least know you well enough that you know my favorite and least favorite politicians, which is probably all of my friends. But otherwise, can you please not?
Thanks. I'm glad we got that cleared up.
It's too bad that Jamie Pedersen and Ed Murray are such assholes. Please, guys. If you are going to bitch about students not voting to the few students who are...the same ones who are running the voting drives and working on your campaigns, and THEN tell us that our opinions don't matter because students as a whole don't vote, that's bullshit. You should probably rethink why you are a Democrat, because unlike Republicans, you are supposed to listen to all of your constituents. And, I'm really very sorry, but you are off your rocker if you think that anyone will let you get away with levelling Husky Stadium to make room for a new 520 off-ramp. Honestly, when I talk to those two muffins, I feel like I'm sitting in a room with two coke-railing Richard Nixons.
"One vote is worth a hundred obscene slogans."
-Richard Nixon
Seriously, though. Is it cool if you don't put your hands on me? I'm not weird, and I'm not trying to be a bitch. I like hugs and everything....if I at least know you well enough that you know my favorite and least favorite politicians, which is probably all of my friends. But otherwise, can you please not?
Thanks. I'm glad we got that cleared up.
It's too bad that Jamie Pedersen and Ed Murray are such assholes. Please, guys. If you are going to bitch about students not voting to the few students who are...the same ones who are running the voting drives and working on your campaigns, and THEN tell us that our opinions don't matter because students as a whole don't vote, that's bullshit. You should probably rethink why you are a Democrat, because unlike Republicans, you are supposed to listen to all of your constituents. And, I'm really very sorry, but you are off your rocker if you think that anyone will let you get away with levelling Husky Stadium to make room for a new 520 off-ramp. Honestly, when I talk to those two muffins, I feel like I'm sitting in a room with two coke-railing Richard Nixons.
"One vote is worth a hundred obscene slogans."
-Richard Nixon
Monday, February 19, 2007
Fluffy animals win.
Don't worry, I don't have to wake up at the crack of dawn or anything. Oh wait, I do. What kind of fruitcake plans a Lobby Day that requires you to BE in Oly at 9 am. They know that people are driving in from all over the state tomorrow morning. Are they high? I certainly hope so, because the cruelty that would require them to be able to set that time while perfectly sober is astonishing. Things like this make me want to be politically apathetic, or at least uninvolved.
I went to the Quad's tonight. I am so nerdy, but I LOVE having people who have known me and my family for a long time. And, let's be honest, having someone else feed me is wonderful, especially when cheesecake is included. One thing Jo (the mom) said tonight, however, was thoroughly frightening. Apparently, her wealthy friend was contacted by her Swiss bank and advised to convert all her money in the bank to gold, because the bank was certain that an attack on Iran by the United States was imminent in the next month. Scary. I know lots of people are sure that the administration is headed there soon, but I honestly have trouble believing it. For all of Bush's sheer stupidity, he still has Cheney by his side, and although Cheney is undoubtedly the more evil of the two (making Bush's impeachment a Democrat's nightmare), he must have the political savviness to realize that their administration CANNOT AFFORD another Iraq. Which Iran would inevitably be.
Did you know that pandas bounce? This is true. They fall out of their trees suprisingly often, and when they hit the ground they literally bounce. The babies realize this after a few dozen falls and then start to get even more jiggy with it on tree branches, and just bounce when they fall off.
If I had to rank the top animals that I would like to hold, I would actually put pandas above koalas, even though I have said my whole life that I would love to hold a koala. You can, actually, if you can make it to the Lone Pine Wildlife Conservatory in Australia. They encourage people to volunteer for a 2-week period with the koalas. I would rather go to China, though, because pandas are not as fiesty as koalas, in addition to being less boring. Koalas are boring because they have almost no nutritional value in their diet (eucalyptus leaves)...their daily intake is actually supposed to be the koala equivalent of the amount of nutritional value provided to us by a bowl of cereal. No joke. Anyway, the important thing is that pandas are more playful and fuzzier and thus I will visit China, before I trek down to Australia.
I have discoved that for the first time ever, I can say one carefully chosen sentence in a Spanish accent. "It was black as night when we trekked through the bush." It's pretty amazing. I can't wait to show my cousins. They will tear it apart. (: And here's a related secret: Aqua di Gio cologne may actually be the way to my heart. I wish that every boy I know would wear it. Not so I can fall for them, just so that I can to live in a society where I get to smell it 50% of the time.
Sometimes I think that maybe if I wrote in here when I wasn't falling asleep, I would actually have something profound to say. I don't think I've ever tried it, but let's be honest, half of my time really is spent thinking about pandas, cologne, and petty complaints, so this is probably as good as its gonna get.
"Holler at THAT man. He is fucking fierce!"
Chloe Harper, watching The Long Kiss Goodnight
I went to the Quad's tonight. I am so nerdy, but I LOVE having people who have known me and my family for a long time. And, let's be honest, having someone else feed me is wonderful, especially when cheesecake is included. One thing Jo (the mom) said tonight, however, was thoroughly frightening. Apparently, her wealthy friend was contacted by her Swiss bank and advised to convert all her money in the bank to gold, because the bank was certain that an attack on Iran by the United States was imminent in the next month. Scary. I know lots of people are sure that the administration is headed there soon, but I honestly have trouble believing it. For all of Bush's sheer stupidity, he still has Cheney by his side, and although Cheney is undoubtedly the more evil of the two (making Bush's impeachment a Democrat's nightmare), he must have the political savviness to realize that their administration CANNOT AFFORD another Iraq. Which Iran would inevitably be.
Did you know that pandas bounce? This is true. They fall out of their trees suprisingly often, and when they hit the ground they literally bounce. The babies realize this after a few dozen falls and then start to get even more jiggy with it on tree branches, and just bounce when they fall off.
If I had to rank the top animals that I would like to hold, I would actually put pandas above koalas, even though I have said my whole life that I would love to hold a koala. You can, actually, if you can make it to the Lone Pine Wildlife Conservatory in Australia. They encourage people to volunteer for a 2-week period with the koalas. I would rather go to China, though, because pandas are not as fiesty as koalas, in addition to being less boring. Koalas are boring because they have almost no nutritional value in their diet (eucalyptus leaves)...their daily intake is actually supposed to be the koala equivalent of the amount of nutritional value provided to us by a bowl of cereal. No joke. Anyway, the important thing is that pandas are more playful and fuzzier and thus I will visit China, before I trek down to Australia.
I have discoved that for the first time ever, I can say one carefully chosen sentence in a Spanish accent. "It was black as night when we trekked through the bush." It's pretty amazing. I can't wait to show my cousins. They will tear it apart. (: And here's a related secret: Aqua di Gio cologne may actually be the way to my heart. I wish that every boy I know would wear it. Not so I can fall for them, just so that I can to live in a society where I get to smell it 50% of the time.
Sometimes I think that maybe if I wrote in here when I wasn't falling asleep, I would actually have something profound to say. I don't think I've ever tried it, but let's be honest, half of my time really is spent thinking about pandas, cologne, and petty complaints, so this is probably as good as its gonna get.
"Holler at THAT man. He is fucking fierce!"
Chloe Harper, watching The Long Kiss Goodnight
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