Thursday, November 30, 2006

An ending

Since R kicked me out of his office (apparently my falling asleep head-bob was very distracting) and I've got an award dinner to attend tonight, I suppose it is time to do the obligatory end-of-NaBloPoMo wrap-up.

I think this month has really given me a sense of blog identity. Having previously had an online journal, I think I was trying to figure out the change between personal updates to friends and sharing interesting thoughts and occurrences with the people of the Internet. Some of the posts could have been done without, particularly those hurried few when I had nothing to say but still needed to say if before midnight, but I'm surprised how well most of them turned out. I've started to tell myself during the day, "Hey, I should write about that," so I think I'm turning into a real blogger. I've even got plans for what I'm going to write about tomorrow. Take that, NaBloPoMo!

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

A list

You can tell we're getting down to the bottom of the barrel when I start breaking out the random lists. However, I'm quite determined to make it through the month, so I'm just going to go there anyway. Here it is - Things I Like:

APBLT - That's avocado, peanut butter, bacon, lettuce and tomato.

Honey on grilled cheese sandwiches (with extra sharp cheddar, of course. None of this American Cheese bullshit).

Cute socks. I'm actually the easiest person to shop for, as I can always use another pair of socks.

Soup on a rainy day. My family always had a tradition of homemade soup on the first rainy day of the year. Unfortunately, down in SD it's a rare event when it rains the whole day, so by dinner time it usually isn't soup weather anymore.

Letters. I hate sending them, but I really love receiving them. As you might imagine, this means that I never get them. How much does it cost to send a post card? I should do that more often.

Organizing things. I may be a messy person, but, dammit, the files on my computer are beautifully organized and my CDs and books are alphabetized. I've also got the food in the pantry organized so that the food that will expire soonest is in the front. Now, if only I could bring myself to vacuum.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

A progress update

A book report will be forthcoming, but in the mean time, I leave you with this thought:

Of course Dr. Laura has a very low opinion of humanity - She deals with all the crazies!

Monday, November 27, 2006

A hates Mondays

Ugh. I don't know how people do it (especially teachers who got the whole of last week off). I could hardly drag myself out of bed (the prospect of a luke-warm shower doesn't help any. It has finally gotten cool enough here that a warm shower is a necessity) and my brain had obviously abandoned me. I had to return to the house twice before I finally got going for good. At first, I left the house in plenty of time, thinking I'd be able to put some oil in my car. I made it as far as the parking lot, when I realized that the power bill needed to be sent out TODAY (technically, it was due yesterday. Oops!). I went back, paid the bill, and dropped it off at the mailbox on the way to my car. This second time I made it onto the freeway before I realized that I had forgotten my phone, and so I had to get off at the next ramp and do a quick 180. Back home I went, and I then made the foolish mistake of running from my car towards my apartment. It had been misting out, you see, and Vans just don't have the most traction. I slipped as I tried to turn onto the path; luckily I was able to direct my fall onto the (wet) grass. Aside from a wet and grassy ass, I was pretty much unharmed. Grabbed the phone and off I went. When I got out the car, I realized that it was raining on the coast and I didn't have my umbrella. Too late now, I suppose.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

A thank you letter

This quarter last year I took a class which involved tutoring at a local middle school. At the end of the term we were expected to write a note to the class in order to say good bye and to thank them for the experience. We didn't actually have to give the note to the class, though I think most of us did, but we did have to turn in a copy to be graded. Something about being graded on a thank you note obviously messed with my mind, because, somewhere along the way, I turned into Jane Austen. It could be that I was just in a dramatic phase, or the shock of having to write something other than a lab report stirred up my literary leanings (I did want to include the phrase "drink deeply from the cup of knowledge" in the group project report), but in any case, here is the result:

Dear Class,
At this time of parting, I would like to take a moment to thank all of you for the wonderful experiences I have had assisting all of you in your studies. Although I have only spent ten short weeks with you, I shall forever remember this time with fondness. You were my very first class, and tutoring you was everything I could have hoped for. I decided to take the tutoring class to decide whether or not I wanted to pursue teaching as a career, and being with you all has been such a wonderful experience that I am now sure that teaching is the job for me. Every Monday and Wednesday my worldly cares were banished while walking to The X School. Each day was a joyful experience. You all have been so nice, saying hi to me in the halls and when I arrive. Aiding you in the journey of learning has been very enlightening. Throughout my time here, I have rejoiced in your successes and been pleased to help you when you are not quite where you need to be. Even when you do not know the answers, your thought process is always creative as you attempt to find a logical answer for the questions before you. I feel fortunate to have spent time will all of you, with your inquisitive minds and quirky personalities. Through these weeks, I have been able to watch you learn, acquiring both greater knowledge and better study habits (I noticed you all seemed to take more time on this second test than you did on the first one). I know you will all do well if you apply yourselves. You are all quite intelligent, even those whose grades are not so good, and I know that you all have the abilities to achieve your aspirations. I wish you all the best.

If you see me around, please take a moment to say hello. I would love to hear how you all are doing.


Saturday, November 25, 2006

A's thought of the day

The Long Walk is a very motivating book to read while walking on a treadmill. Aside from being quite captivating, visualizing people getting shot if they stop walking (or for not walking fast enough) definitely keeps you moving.

Friday, November 24, 2006

A Thanksgiving revelation

Yesterday I got to find out where my name came from. I had asked about it before, but apparently I was asking the wrong person, because apparently it was my dad who picked out my name. My mom had always just said that they both liked it. There's more to it, though. I was actually named after a person.

"It all started with this gal I knew..."
(whole family groans, I'm suddenly afraid I'm named after some girl my dad slept with)
(Dad rolls his eyes)
"When she was 16, she had ovarian cancer and had to have everything removed. Now, this would have thrown most people for a loop, but when it was all over hear feet never touched the ground. She got straight A's in high school, and went on to college. She was also a terrific athlete. I met her when she was dating one of my friends, and she was just way too much for him. I got to talking with her one evening and I was just so impressed."

So, there you go. I'm named after some woman who was kicking ass and taking names long before I was born. He probably met her even before he met my mom, which means that she was impressive enough for him to name his daughter after her 15 or more years after they met. That's pretty cool.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

A holiday message

In the immortal words of my mentally disabled uncle: Happy Skiving, everyone!

Eww, when "skiving" didn't come up in the spell check, I looked it up. Apparently to skive means to cut thin layers off or to pare. Happy cutting, everyone!

An odd dream

Last night I dreamed that my mom and dad were going to have another baby. Seeing as my mom hates my dad with a fiery passion and my dad is happily remarried, the whole thing seemed rather strange when I woke up. We were all sitting around a table, discussing birth options. My mom was all for having a home birth, but changed her mind after I told her about the birthing center where R's sister-in-law is planning on having her baby. As I remember, the big selling point was that they will change the sheets for you.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

A's wedding music, Part 2: Dinner

Here's the dinner music so far. Tell me if you think anything is danceable, because it could get moved to the dance section of the evening. Same format as before: probably in black, maybe in grey.

The Aquabats - Hello, Good Night

Barenaked Ladies - Another Postcard

Barenaked Ladies - If I Had $1000000

The Beatles - When I'm Sixty-Four

Billy Joel - For the Longest Time: R's a big Billy Joel fan, so I wouldn't be surprised if more gets added to the list.

The Boo Radleys - There She Goes

Boston - More Than a Feeling

The Boy Least Likely To - I'm Glad I Hitched My Apple Wagon to Your Star

Cake - Short Skirt/Long Jacket

Cake - Rock'n'Roll Lifestyle

Cake - Mr. Mastodon Farm

Cake - Dime

Cake - Satan Is My Motor

The Ditty Bops - Moon Over the Freeway

Golden Earring - Radar Love

Jenny Lewis with The Watson Twins - Melt Your Heart

Jenny Lewis with The Watson Twins - Rise Up With Fists!!

Lazlo Blane - Superman

Richard Cheese - Yellow: I'm so sad that almost all of Richard Cheese's songs have swearing in them, because I'm a big fan. They're so much fun. For a while we were thinking of just saying "Fuck it," and just spending our whole reception budget on a private Richard Cheese concert, but the music would probably give R's mom a heart attack.

The Lucksmiths - The Chapter in Your Life Entitled San Francisco

The Lucksmiths - Sunlight in a Jar

Monty Python - I Bet You They Won't Play This Song on the Radio: I bet you this song won't make the final cut. I really want it to, though.

Queen - Somebody to Love

Sarah McLachlan - Ice Cream

Shaimus - Slow Down

Simon & Garfunkel - The Only Living Boy in New York

Simon & Garfunkel - Homeward Bound

The Slip - Even Rats

Soggy Bottom Boys - I am a Man of Constant Sorrow: This has to be one of R's all-time favorite songs (and from what is probably his favorite movie, "O Brother, Where Art Thou?").

Van Morrison - Brown Eyed Girl

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

A report on the first round of wedding music selection, Part 1: Dancing

Alrighty, here's the first draft of the wedding music list. I've got it separated into dinner and dancing, though I think that some of the songs are interchangeable. The ones that I'm pretty sure about will be in black and the maybes in lighter gray. Comments and suggestions are always appreciated.

Aerosmith - Amazing: This is going to be our song. Three cheers for the power ballad.

Colin Hay - Beautiful World: Currently, this is the only song I like for the father-daughter dance. Obviously, I'd like something meaningful, but the music we really shared was The Beach Boys (can't think of any cheerful slow songs), and Dirty Dancing and Top Gun (any slow songs would be creepy to dance to with my dad). In any case, I'll be going through my dad's Rod Stewart sings the classics CD this Thanksgiving and one way or another this song will be in the wedding lineup.

The Aquabats - Tiny Pants

Billy Idol - White Wedding: A wedding classic. You know, maybe I should add "Do You Really Want to Hurt Me" to the list just for kicks.

Blood, Sweat & Tears - Lucretia MacEvil: This one may not be wedding appropriate. I'm kind of up in the air about it at the moment.

Bryan Adams, Rod Stewart, and Sting - All for One, All for Love: I love this song. Three big singers with nearly identical voices, each feeling like they're putting their own special something into the song.

Cake - Stickshifts and Safetybelts: This may wind up a dinner song. We're big Cake fans in the A&R household.

Cake - Sheep Go to Heaven

Cyndi Lauper - Girls Just Wanna Have Fun: R really despises this song, so I might take it out for his sake.

DecembeRadio - Love Found Me

Dead or Alive - You Spin Me Right Around: Can you tell that I like "The Wedding Singer"?

The Ditty Bops - Sister Kate: Aside from really liking this song, I really want to see people try to dance '20's style. The guests are all there for my entertainment, right?

Eddie Rabbitt - I Love a Rainy Night

Enrique Iglesias - Oyeme

Garbage - Cherry Lips (Go Baby Go)

Guillemots - Trains to Brazil: Another song that I like but may not be danceable. It might be moved to dinner music.

Guns N' Roses - Sweet Child O' Mine

Hot Chocolate - You Sexy Thing

J. Geils Band - Centerfold

Journey - Any Way You Want It

Karl Douglas - Kung Fu Fighting: This reminds me of when R and I first got together. It was basically the background music to our falling for each other.

Lonestar - Must Be Love: R hates country, but this hardly counts.

Men at Work - Land Down Under: I tried Vegemite because of this song.

Nena - 99 Red Balloons

Oingo Boingo - Goodbye, Goodbye

Paul Simon - Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard: R really doesn't care for Paul Simon, so this one is definitely a maybe.

The Presidents of the United States of America - Lump

The Presidents of the United States of America - Video Killed the Radio Star: "The Wedding Singer" strikes again!

Proclaimers - I Would Walk 500 Miles: You know, from the song selection so far one would hardly believe that I barely remember the '80s.

Puffy AmiYumi - Friends Forever

Puffy AmiYumi - Planet Tokyo

Puffy AmiYumi - Joining a Fan Club

Rascal Flatts - Love You Out Loud

Reel Big Fish - Ban the Tube Top

Reel Big Fish - Sell Out

Reel Big Fish - She Has a Girlfriend Now: If only to bother my mom and her relatives, who think homosexuality goes against the Bible.

Reel Big Fish - Somebody Hates Me

Rocky Horror Picture Show - Time Warp: Hey, you've got to have at least one song with a silly dance you can make everyone dance to.

Save Ferris - The World is New

Shaimus - All of This

Spin Doctors - Two Princes

Stevie Wonder - Sir Duke

They Might be Giants - The Sun is a Mass of Incandescent Gas

Venga Boys - Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom

Wham! - Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go

Stay tuned for Part 2 tomorrow!

Monday, November 20, 2006

An analogy

A while ago in my bilingual education class, the instructor hosted a panel discussion with some Deaf students from the community, many of them former students of hers that themselves went into bilingual education. They were there to talk with the students about being Deaf, their experiences in school, and also the protests that were occurring at Gallaudet University. One of the women said something that has stuck in my mind, though. When the discussion turned to cochlear implants, she said she didn't believe you could "fix" people, which is why she wouldn't have laser surgery. She was, however, wearing glasses, so it wasn't as though she was going au natural. I think a better analogy would be to not try and "fix" blind people. Laser surgery can't "fix" blindness, just as cochlear implants won't turn a deaf person into a hearing one. She obviously doesn't have a problem with glasses for people who can't see well, so I have to wonder, does she has a problem with hearing aids for people who can't hear well?

Sunday, November 19, 2006

A ninja

Not the cool kind with the ninja stars, but the lame kind, who steals your loot in games. We were ninja'd today, and then when R's brother got (understandably) a bit peeved and said a few choice words the guy reported him. Although R's brother only got a warning, that was still incredibly lame, so we're reporting his name (it's rude, so he'll have to change his name).

Alrighty, enough of the nerdy bitching. Did you know WOW has a penalty volcano? They do, and it's awesome. Well, not the penalties, but the fact that the penalties are in a form of a volcano.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

An irritation

Damn you, NaBloPoMo, disrupting poker/Guitar Hero night! I'm sorry to say that today was fairly uneventful. New tires for R's car, oil for my car, poker and video games. Oh, speaking of video games, Elite Beat Agents is awesome. You go around the world dancing to songs, essentially cheering people on to do great things. It's crazy and awesome.

Friday, November 17, 2006


Wow. Nothing like nostalgia to hit you like a ton of bricks. I've just spent the last 45 minutes reading up on Teddy Ruxpin and looking at the dolls on Ebay. Who would have thought that I'd be so fond of the little guy? Well, marketing people, that's who. Apparently they're releasing Teddy Ruxpin again this year, banking on the nostalgia of the parents to sell the toy. And you know what? It totally works. I wish I had a kid, so that I could buy them one. Heck, I'd even buy myself one of the original ones off Ebay if I didn't think that I'd listen to the tape once and then stick it on a shelf.

An essay

In the class that I was observing today, the teacher gave the students an assignment for the holiday break (they get all of Thanksgiving week off). The students are to find the oldest person they can and interview them about a few of the technological developments that have happened in their lifetime; the students are to then write an essay reporting their findings. Since the instructor gave me a copy of the assignment, I thought I'd join in. However, since I don't really feel like interviewing anyone at this hour, I think I'll just interview myself.

Teacher A: So, self, can you think of a time before we had all these wonderful inventions we have today.

Self: Indeed I can. The cell phone, for one. I only got one a few years ago, and although I can't imagine life without it now, I do remember how it was. It used to be, whenever you wanted to go "hang out," that was what they called it in those days ya see, you'd have to arrange a ride home beforehand. If you wanted to change plans, you'd have to track down this thing called a "pay phone" and put in a quarter to call your folks. If you didn't have a quarter, you'd have to call them collect, which got pretty expensive. Not having a cell phone, though, it was easier to "forget" to be at the pick up point right on time if you weren't ready to go home yet. Yes indeed, it was a simpler time.

A: So, when the cell phone just came out, what did people think about this invention?

S: Well, I don't know what they thought when it first came out, as I was just a wee child, but people really used to see those old bricks as status symbols. Yes, I called them bricks, as cell phone used to be huge. My dad had one at work, and I remember being very intrigued by it. He let me make a call on it on Take Your Daughter to Work Day, which, along with the document showing the irregularities made in spider webs in the presence of various drugs, was the highlight of the day. It was a long time before I got to use one again.

A: Well, well. Isn't that just fascinating! Now, were you around before cheap long distance phone calls?

S: Well, long distance calls certainly didn't cost the same as regular phone calls, but I was still allowed to make them on occasion, so I would have to say no. When I was in third grade, one of my best friends moved to North Carolina, and I always looked forward to talking with her. I'd get to call her once or twice a month.

A: How sweet.

S: R was around before cheap long distance, though. He's got several congratulatory telegrams from his family overseas in his baby book. Telegrams!

A: Any other inventions you'd like to talk about? I know you have an iPod, so why don't you talk about the time before MP3 players?

S: Well, when I was a very little kid, I had a plastic record player. I noticed recently that they still sell that toy, though, so I don't think that counts. The best toy I had, though, was my Teddy Ruxpin. He's got a tape player inside of him, so that was about the state of technology in those days. The technology they'd let kids have, anyway. I remember that one time, one of the tapes got a snarl, and my dad carefully cut out the knot and reattached the two ends of the tape. It was missing a few pages after that, but I still listened to it. I still remember some of the songs, too.

A: Want to sing a few for us?

S: I could sing a few lines of "Grubby's Roasted Root Stew," but I won't. Time to continue with the story. After Teddy Ruxpin, I later got a Walkman and also the radio equivalent of a Walkman. In sixth grade, or maybe seventh, I got a Diskman for Chrismas and bought my first CD: "Falling into You" by Celine Dion. B got a CD player at the same time and her first CD was "Jagged Little Pill," so I think we already know who was cooler. The summer before I graduated from college, I wanted an MP3 player for my birthday, but there wasn't yet an iPod that had a screen and was solid state. I wound up getting a SanDisk Sansa, which worked well enough, but the audio quality just wasn't that good. A month after I got it, the iPod Nano came out, so I was understandably thrilled when R later got one for me.

A: And we really appreciate that, too. Way to go, R! Self, any last words?

S: I could talk about video technology and the fall of the VCR, but that would just be too much. I'll just settle for mentioning that R's dad still has a Laserdisk player, and in my mom's tape collection I found this oddly shaped tape. Apparently it's called a Beta, but I don't believe we ever had a Betamax player. It's quite odd.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

A fire hazard

They were using fire extinguishers for door stops in a building I visited today. Admittedly, that section of the building was finishing up some construction, so there weren't actually people in there. Nevertheless, fire extinguishers for door stops. DOOR STOPS! It makes me sad.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Arctic Diego

San Diego people crack me up. This morning, the temperature would be best described as brisk. I was in a T-shirt and jeans, but I could see how a light sweater might be nice. A long sleeved shirt would also do, if one could trust the temperature to not change dramatically during the day (or even from one side of campus to the other), as it is wont to do. On the shuttle in to work, though, there she was. Scarf wrapped tightly around her neck and tucked into her fleece jacket, jeans, and, of course, flip flops. It was hilarious. I also saw some kids wearing gloves earlier this week.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

A distressing event

One of the students pushed me today. I know he just meant it in a joking manner, but I had to report him, because that really is completely unacceptable behavior. At the time, I was mostly just shocked that someone would be so stupid as to do that (especially as the class seems fairly evenly divided between people who think that I'm the instructor's sister vs. those who think that I'm the instructor's daughter, so either way I shouldn't be a figure to mess with), but now I'm just feeling depressed and more than a little betrayed.

A hand cupcake

Yesterday in class, I covered my palm with blue and red dots. It looked like I had dipped my hand in sprinkles. I've always been one to draw on my body, which used to upset my dad. I think he was afraid that it would lead to tattoos. It did, but that's really not the point.

Apparently, the swarm of bees that I trained to the feeder were not, in fact, from the observation hive, but rather from a very aggressively foraging wild hive. We tried to train the bees again yesterday, but, even right at the entrance of the hive, the other bees still came to forage. The place turned into a battleground; there were bees fighting everywhere. So, with a "life's given us lemons" kind of attitude, we've decided to do some research on fighting.

Monday, November 13, 2006

A joke

Ugh. Well, since I'm not going to get home this evening until after 9, I'll just take a quick moment to share my favorite joke.

Q: What's a pirate's favorite amino acid?
A: Arrrginine

Gee, can you tell I'm going to be a science teacher? Such a dork.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

A musical dilemma

So yesterday my brain decided that it is time to think about music for the wedding. I'm not sure what kind of time table it's on, being a year and a half out, but whatever. I went through my music collection, as I want the songs played to be songs I actually like, but then I realized that most of the music I have you can't dance to. Perhaps it is because I'm usually just listening to music in the car or while working, but it really just isn't the right kind of music. What sort of music do people dance to at weddings, anyway? Fast? Slow? I have no idea. I should have paid more attention at the last wedding I attended.

I started to think about what sort of song R and I might dance to, as we are not dancing people and don't have "a song." Fortunately, there's this Aerosmith power ballad that we always wind up hearing when we set off for trips (somehow, we've always got the same mix CD in the stereo), so we decided that that would do. I also tried to figure out what song to dance to with my dad, and while I've got a likely candidate, I think that I will need a little more time to think. My big question right now is: am I supposed to dance with R's dad? Do I need to have some sort of official dance, or am I just going to be dancing with a whole bunch of people including his dad? I'm so confused.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

A catastrophe

A scene from this evening. Somewhat typical, as the cats like to jump into my lab from high places (such as the computer tower) while I'm sitting at the keyboard.

"Uf! Heavy! Pointy! Cat, I hate you! Get your own lap!


Why are you moist? Never mind, I don't want to know."

A has a foul mouth

There is something funny about my body's chemistry. I can bleach fabrics with my bare hands, drool at the sight of foods that make other people cringe, and I get this bad breath that won't go away, no matter what I do, until the next day (apparently, sleeping cures all). The breath thing is the biggest issue, though, as it means that I can't get anywhere near R's face until it goes away. Here is a list of things that, according to him, give me really bad breath:

-roasted crabs
-teriyaki nori
-bell peppers

Now, obviously, I could just avoid these foods. I usually do, but every once in a while, I just give up and have myself a stinky day. R doesn't like it, but at least it's not every day.

Oh, in other news, I found a pair of jeans that fit. Apparently it was time to move from the juniors section to the misses. I had been afraid that all the pants there would go up way too high, and many of them did, but there were a few that didn't (and the pants in the misses section were built to accommodate people with curves), so now I'm the happy owner of a pair of Levis.

Friday, November 10, 2006

An end-of-the-week summary

Well, there were a couple of events that happened this week that I have yet to mention, so here goes:

We moved all of the bee colonies into different hives on Monday. We had been using this one colony for research (in an observation hive), so we switched that one into a normal Styrofoam hive and transferred the other strong colony to an observation hive. We also transferred the weaker colony to a smaller box, since they were getting raided by the other stronger colonies. The whole process was very interesting (using smoke to calm the bees, spraying them with a dilute sucrose solution to keep them from flying away), and I got to see how the hives are put together. At the end of the day, there was a ball of bees at the end of the tube that serves as an entrance to the observation hive, as the bees from the old and new observation hives struggled to figure out where they were supposed to go.

Later in the week, though, I noticed a big difference in the hives when I was training the bees to a feeder. Normally, when we had a lot of bees at the feeder, that would mean maybe 30 bees. There was space enough for everyone to feed, no problem. This time, there were over 100 bees at the feeder at one point. It was madness! The feeder was filled, and there wasn't just one row of bees around the feeder, but rather two or three tiers. I even had my own personal cloud of bees following me around while I walked (since they were using me as a landmark).

I saw a girl this week with a T-shirt on that said "so very kissable," and I wondered what would happen if I went up and kissed her. I'm sure she'd be shocked, but isn't that what her shirt was implying I should do? Actually, being around a university, where you've got several thousand people walking around in causal clothes, you get a lot of interesting T-shirts. One quarter the lab manager for the lab I was in wore entirely anti-Bush T-shirts. I thought it was very sad, having your wardrobe based on your hatred of someone.

I got a new phone yesterday. It's a silver Razor phone, and I think it's cool, however R thinks it's kind of silly. He's very amused by the fact that it is wider than my previous phone (being a person who carries his phone in his pocket, overall compactness is the big issue). It is, however, much thinner than my last phone, so I feel that it will fit better in my purse. I guess it is a matter of priorities. In any case, I didn't know how to port my phone number over to my new service, so the whole thing has just been a giant hassle. I had to call all sorts of people, and now I'm just waiting to see if they do what they are supposed to do. Damn you, awesome phone!

Today, being a holiday, I got the day off. Among other things, I went to the Japanese grocery store, and then decided to also hit up the Korean one a block away. I was jonesing for some Korean BBQ, but, while I was there, I couldn't help getting another lunch box. I know, I know. I'm a sick person. It was so cute, though! I also got some roasted crabs, which looked a bit intimidating, but actually are very tasty. They go well with beer, I might add.

So, that is how the week ends. Me, wrangling with the mobile company, consuming crabs and beer.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

A dream post

I know, I know. Talking about your dreams is lame and boring. Still, though, I have a confession to make: World of Warcraft has invaded my dreams. Sometimes I'm my character from the game, sometimes people just have their names floating above their heads. Now, this isn't a new phenomenon, mind you. I've been having Warcraft dreams for months. This month of blogging fury has just driven me to share, though (and it's still so early in the month!). So, yeah, I'm a dork. I haven't had a flying dream lately, either, which makes me sad. Flying dreams kick ass.

I've also been having lots of wedding dreams lately, not really surprising for someone recently engaged. I'm still waiting for the inevitable, though: a dream about getting married, Warcraft style.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

A winter wonderland

When I went down to the main office, the secretary had just started putting up the Christmas decorations, which I found very disturbing for two reasons:

1. There is still a month and a half (and one major holiday) until Christmas. It's just too early, plus the weather isn't even wintry right now (it's actually been rather hot out lately, and the temperature is currently 70* F. Not winter at all).

2. I work for a public institution. These people are all state employees, and we don't even have a "Christmas" break. Christmas decorations just seem wrong, somehow.

An answer they can't really complain about

A while back, some guy came to the door trying to sell something. The interaction went something like this:

*knock knock*
A: Just a second!
*I scramble for some clothes*
A: Hello?
Salesman: Hi, I wanted to speak with R about you cable service. Is he home?
A: Yes.
S: May I speak with him?
A: No.
S: May I ask why?
A: No pants.
S: ... Oh. Um, thank you. Have a nice day.
A: You too.

See? Best answer ever.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

All in a day's work

Well, I think I'm just going to do a list of interesting events that happened today, since I'm feeling really lazy.

1. One of the students in the class I tutor gave me a picture of her and her niece. I have to say, it's one of the nicest things any of the kids have done. They seem to like me, though, as they're always giving me props now and even asking what my MySpace code is (I definitely refused to tell, as I'd rather not have to sanitize the page).

2. Got to drive off-road (in the shitty old Saturn I drive). I wasn't sure the car could do it, but she pulled through. There was a fire in the median of the freeway and traffic was at a dead stop, so everyone approaching the traffic just started pulling U-turns through the median. It was great.

3. New lunch box. It's so cute! I also got some little sauce cups. I'm so obsessed with lunch.

4. Guitar Hero II!!! Life is good.

Monday, November 06, 2006

A is for apparel

I've got a new favorite skirt. I'm not sure exactly why I like it, as it is a very fussy thing and requires me to take some time picking out my shirt. If a shirt is too long, it covers the belt, if a shirt is too short, I show tons of belly. Oh, the challenges of dressing nice. I suppose it is just a skill that takes practice.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Another poem

Okay, I seem to just be on some poetry kick, because after posting the last one I couldn't stop thinking about this poem that came up in the African American lit class I wound up taking to fulfil some sort of general ed. requirement. This is "We Real Cool" by Gwendolyn Brooks.

We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

A perfect dessert (almost)

I'm very proud of myself, as this evening I reached for a pear as a snack instead of something filled with sugar. We had dinner very early this evening, as we kind of skipped lunch (our plans for the day having been completely disrupted. Damn you, Frisbee Golf Championships, for keeping us off the Frisbee golf course!), so just a moment ago I was really in need of a nibble. The thrill of the pear wasn't so much that I don't like fruits or vegetables. Oh, no, quite to the contrary (almost freakishly so, according to R), however I can't seem to help myself whenever we have candy in the house. Being the week after Halloween (and only one incredibly cute trick or treater) coupled with the fact that we hadn't been shopping in ages and the only green thing in the house was a half-dead bunch of cilantro, this has meant the ingestion of large amounts on candy. So joy! Rejoice in the eating of a pear! It would have been the perfect dessert, if only it had actually been a good pear.

A poem

I'm not really a poetry person, but reading through the Fussy archives has given me the urge to post my favorite poem. So, here goes "Romance Sonambulo" by Federico García Lorca.

Verde que te quiero verde.
Verde viento. Verdes ramas.
El barco sobre la mar
y el caballo en la montaña.
Con la sombra en la cintura
ella sueña en su baranda,
verde carne, pelo verde,
con ojos de fría plata.
Verde que te quiero verde.
Bajo la luna gitana,
las cosas la están mirando
y ella no puede mirarlas.

Verde que te quiero verde.
Grandes estrellas de escarcha
vienen con el pez de sombra
que abre el camino del alba.
La higuera frota su viento
con la lija de sus ramas,
y el monte, gato garduño,
eriza sus pitas agrias.
¿Pero quién vendra? ¿Y por dónde...?
Ella sigue en su baranda,
Verde came, pelo verde,
soñando en la mar amarga.

--Compadre, quiero cambiar
mi caballo por su casa,
mi montura por su espejo,
mi cuchillo per su manta.
Compadre, vengo sangrando,
desde los puertos de Cabra.
--Si yo pudiera, mocito,
este trato se cerraba.
Pero yo ya no soy yo,
ni mi casa es ya mi casa.
--Compadre, quiero morir
decentemente en mi cama.
De acero, si puede ser,
con las sábanas de holanda.
¿No ves la herida que tengo
desde el pecho a la garganta?
--Trescientas rosas morenas
lleva tu pechera blanca.
Tu sangre rezuma y huele
alrededor de tu faja.
Pero yo ya no soy yo,
ni mi casa es ya mi casa.
--Dejadme subir al menos
hasta las altas barandas;
¡dejadme subir!, dejadme,
hasta las verdes barandas.
Barandales de la luna
por donde retumba el agua.

Ya suben los dos compadres
hacia las altas barandas.
Dejando un rastro de sangre.
Dejando un rastro de lágrimas.
Temblaban en los tejados
farolillos de hojalata.
Mil panderos de cristal
herían la madrugada.

Verde que te quiero verde,
verde viento, verdes ramas.
Los dos compadres subieron.
El largo viento dejaba
en la boca un raro gusto
de hiel, de menta y de albahaca.
¡Compadre! ¿Donde está, díme?
¿Donde está tu niña amarga?
¡Cuántas veces te esperó!
¡Cuántas veces te esperara,
cara fresca, negro pelo,
en esta verde baranda!

Sobre el rostro del aljibe
se mecía la gitana.
Verde carne, pelo verde,
con ojos de fría plata.
Un carámbano de luna
la sostiene sobre el agua.
La noche se puso íntima
como una pequeña plaza.
Guardias civiles borrachos
en la puerta golpeaban.
Verde que te qinero verde.
Verde viento. Verdes ramas.
El barco sobre la mar.
Y el caballo en la montaña.

Friday, November 03, 2006

A sad day for A

Well, maybe a better title would be "A sad disappointing trip to the mall for A," as the day up until that point was exhausting and a little frustrating, but not really disappointing. The class I tutor took another trip to the community lab at Biogen Idec, this time to do gel electrophoresis. Aside from the fact that pipetting the samples into the wells seemed to be more that a couple of groups could handle, it was really fun.

No, the day was alright up until I got to the mall. Today was the day that I finally moved out of American Eagle's target bracket. I've been wearing their jeans for a long time, as their pants have got just a touch of spandex, which is perfect for those of us who have a booty. Given the fit of pants in stores, you would think that the country is getting skinnier and assless, though the converse is actually the case. Anyway, today when I went into the store I found that they no longer have the one style I like (low cut but not obscene), but rather have made all their jeans have the same waistline: skanky (due to customer demand, the sales guy said). Apparently hos are a big demographic (or the younger generation is dressing really slutty). Unfortunately, this means I now have to find a new place to buy jeans, which is just about the worst thing I can imagine. Nothing is quite so horrible as the prospect of hours upon hours of trying on jeans.

After that depressing experience, I went to EB to see if they had released Guitar Hero II early, and wound up having a "discussion" about how they're not allowed to and how the stores that are can get big fines (not that that is apparently stopping Target, but whatever). I then went to the watch store to get a new band put on R's watch and the lady at the counter said that the watchmaker had to do it (even though I've had that same damn lady replace the band on the same watch right before my eyes), and that it wouldn't be ready until Monday afternoon. Great.

The only good event was going to Victoria's Secret, as I had a coupon for a free pair of underwear (which can make any day a bit brighter). While I was there I bought a much-needed racerback bra, and the only one they had that wasn't padded turned out to give my boobies much va va voom, so that was nice. Plus, apparently buying that bra also got me a small stuffed dog, which is so turning into a cat toy as soon as I can get its little dog tag off. Yes, today is indeed a cat bites dog day.

A haiku

I made up a little haiku at work yesterday, as I was waiting until it was time to eat my lunch (crab salad sandwich). This is not an uncommon occurrence (the waiting, that is. The crab salad was experimental).

I sit here at work
bored, waiting for eleven
lunch, my only goal

Thursday, November 02, 2006


I've got this horrible song stuck in my head, and I don't even know all the words! It's from this assembly that the class I tutor went to on Tuesday, there was this musical performance that was total propaganda (work hard in ESL and you too can go to UCLA and be a doctor while still respecting your parents). The backdrop was an American flag, made up of words for school in different languages. The song was the girl studying for some sort of proficiency exam, and it goes something like this:

"Sacramento is the capital
of California
I before E
Except for neighbor and..."

I can't remember the rest of the words after that point, but I keep hearing "Sacramento is the Capital/Of California" over and over in my head. Going crazy!

A is for agnosia

Prosopagnosia, in this case (link kindly stolen from Dubious Quality). This is really amazing. I'd heard about it before (being a psych major), but I had only heard about it occurring in victims of strokes or hypoxia. I had even read the book that they talked about in this article, The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat. Still, the fact that it occurs naturally is really amazing. Now, if they could only do something for people who can't remember names. Damn you, you people and your names!

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

A is for anger

Not to rant, but the computing group on campus sucks balls. Not only can I not sign up for my classes because the web registration site is having issues (not authorized for these classes my ass), but I also got an e-mail at work because someone over there apparently can't read maps, so even though the map I did for a building was correct everyone thought it was wrong because they mis-labled it and made an incorrect area map. The two buildings weren't even the same shape! Grr...