how many electronic devices need to be left on during takeoff to matter? does it matter? if it does, why haven't terrorists pounced on the weakness?
apparently, i'm not the first to ask the question. (i know, crazy.) Mythbusters asked a related question in episode 49 of the 2006 season. Another article addresses why we have to turn off iPods during takeoff. These people also had some insight, however poorly structured.
I guess it's not seen as a threat that a bunch of terrorists could bring all of their new Blackberry Storms on an old, unshielded plane, and leave them on during takeoff. Maybe it's not reliable enough. er, hopefully it's not.
I was at a comedy club in New York last week, and one of the stand ups said that if he ever caught bin laden, he wouldn't kill him; he'd force him to go through airport security every day for the rest of his life. ha ha.
wow, i write a lot of bull crap. that last blog is kind of ridiculous. i should really think about a day delay on posting these things.
so anyway. i'm sitting in the Library Hotel in New York. It's freaking freezing outside. Freaking ridiculous. New York is ridiculous. It's one big freaking garbage truck. You walk around hills of trash bags on every street. You stay at any hotel in New York on a low enough floor, and you hear garbage trucks all evening, night, and morning long. It's not a real knock against New York. New York is great. it brings out humanity's true characteristics. for instance, wasteful. rotten.
it's ridiculous! i honestly love and hate new york. i walked to the gym tonight and loved it. i walked back from the gym tonight and hated it. (this hotel is a 'concept' hotel. the concept apparently lacks a gym. though i do like the hotel.)
i've traveled a lot this year. i can't complain.. it's been fun.
detroit for new year's .... expanse of time when i didn't go anywhere because of busy season... Savannah, Knoxville, JC (doesn't really count as travels, but i'll keep it in), Nashville, and again JC in May Folly Beach in June Gauley River (WVa), Chicago, Houston in July Rochester, NYC, Boston in August San Jose, JC, Knoxville in Sept Valle Crucis, Atlanta, Raleigh in Oct Simms (eastern NC - hard to find) at beginning of Nov, Dallas last week, and here i am again in beautiful, frigid New York.
Will round out Nov in the homestead again. Dec will be Atlanta, JC, and bookending with Detroit.
traveling truly is addictive. something overseas needs to be had next year.
it's funny the stuff you learn when traveling. like: the plane does always take off even though all the overhead compartments are full and there is a 200+ lb. man sitting on either side of you. they DID in fact make runways long enough. hourly parking in Charlotte is cheaper than daily parking in most major cities.
i have also learned some about a little-known mystery - USA Today journalism. it's a little like New York - love and hate it both. 4 easy-to-navigate sections. good. big weather map on back. good. color! pictures! good. Decent pro/con editorials. good. crossword. good.
stupid front-page headlines. bad. for instance, one of today's was:
Economy sets travel back a bit for holiday 'Grandma matters,' but fewer trips likely
A full article followed. Really? You took up a fifth of the front page of one of the most widely distributed newspapers in America to expound on that? What the hell?
meanwhile, on the next page, this got one little line in the Nationline section: "The State of the Black World conference opens in New Orleans."
That's it. Not a word more... Am i the only one who wants to know more about this? First of all, what is this "Black World" and where is it? And you can define the state of this world? And people (... black people?!) are convening to discuss it? ..?
Well, i googled it, and it is true. it's happening. And on the site (that won 1st place on google search), there was an ad begging me to "Join thousands of members looking for their interracial partner!" The picture is really funny. I would feel a little weird putting it in my blog, to be honest. Just envision white bare-chested male staring at cropped-out tits of Beyonce look-a-like.
anyway. i'm off on a tangent again. cutting it off before it gets silly.
I was informed of Fulmer's news at 11:06 am and received three more emails in the next 20 minutes. I sent the link immediately to my Michigan-bred, non-SEC-school-attending boyfriend, who almost immediately sent me this completely unrelated link. And leave it to me to find some compelling, if vague, parallel between the residents of Charlotte/Detroit and … UT fans. Yeah, bear with me here.
Coming into the 2008 season, everything was a toss-up. We were coming off a decent season, so hopes were high. Pre-season rankings were no more portentous than the broken 8-ball at Caribou Coffee. But, in a kick, we had our first clue: the overtime loss to UCLA was a telling blow; a weak team in a strong SEC East that couldn't even win against a Pac-10 team? I think every other SEC team won that week except one of the Mississippi's. But! fans retained hope; a win against UAB made us 1 and 1, after all. Better than the other Big Orange of the Big East, right?
But after the loss to Florida… oh, the stupid mistakes, the humanity. After the second turnover in the red-zone, knowing fans' eyes collectively glazed over; we knew we were destined to spend the rest of the season like AA-listers trying to get into an A-list club. How fitting, Crompton fumbling near the end zone like Foster did against JoePa and his Lions to round out the 2006 season -- a smacking kiss of death. Only this time, the kiss symbolically ends our season only 3 games in.
Here, at this point, perhaps the Vol fan base could look across at the residents of mid-Wachovia mess Charlotte, seeing their wide-eyed and somewhat dazed, glossy look, and say that emphatic, gooey smattering of words…
"I know how you feel."
And to be sure, it felt horrible. We knew that a remaining schedule with Auburn, Georgia, and Alabama to tick off the list wasn't promising. We were starting to despair a little. Only on the inside, though. Our inside monologues were yelling, "Our football tradition! Our great football team! The foundation of our school and our pride! What to …do??" while our outside voices would only admit in murmurs, "…yeah man, we blew like a windsock. We should have… And he… Oh well. Meet you at the bar tomorrow for the Titans game?" The foundation was weak. We weren't sure what we were standing on. Tradition? Habit? Refusal to acknowledge the hole we'd dug ourselves? Refusal to climb in? There was still hope, though. The season wasn't OVER over. We could still come back.
I daresay Charlotte feels the same way now. Standing on habit and a strong will to ignore the real effects of Wachovia's "demise" and the economy's uncertain future. Charlotte's uncertain future. We still have the rest of the season to play out; we just need to take it one game, one play at a time.
To the north, Detroit stands today where UT fans are now. They both know they suck. And at the one thing they were supposed to be good at -- car-making and play-making. They failed to recruit the right resources and now they're stuck up shit creek, and they know it.
So what -- they do something about it! Fire Fulmer! Down with Kilpatrick. They will not run down the middle anymore on 3rd and long…! And, most importantly, they still have their pride. Yes, pride! It overcomes so many things. It ignores so many faults. And, my god, it is so exonerating. Orgasmically exonerating. It vindicates why you are what you are. Yeah, I know [chosen association with football team or city] seems dumb right now. But I'm so damn proud I need a big, ugly, generic, white sticker to put on my minivan. And I'll probably keep it there till my kid turns 30. America! fuck yeah.
Which brings me to an actual point, which is not that Charlotte is really like post-Florida-loss UT fans, or that Detroit is really like post-Fulmer UT fans (it is just football, anyway, as opposed to actual money and jobs and steel). But that pride can be blinding. You know the ones -- those people who start being proud just to be defiant -- they're the ones who get to be real pains in the ass. The line can be thin. Watch yo self!
Oh yeah, also, my other point is that the guy who wrote the article seems silly. Because it's not like people who live in Detroit have a better attitude than Charlotteans out of choice. Michiganders have been through years of sludging through the dredge, while North Carolinians have not. If Charlotte (yes, yes, god forbid) did get to the stage that Detroit is in, then I am sure that the people who haven't already flown the coop would have the same resolve as those in Detroit now. What other choice is there, really? Charlotteans right now know the weight of… well, everything. I think it's fine to be concerned. We can ignore it on the outside and give our perfunctory sheen of everything-will-be-all-right-ness, but our insides know that anything can happen. Why deny it? Pride (of any kind) and concern are not mutually exclusive.
The kind of camaraderie that Maddrey sees in Detroit is the kind of camaraderie that you see in people who have collectively been stomped on, over and over and over again. It's the way we poor, poor UT fans feel now. Collective pariahs of the SEC. Collective resolve. And yeah, we didn't personally get fucked or anything… but we cheered… a LOT. And developed ulcers. and stuff.
We finally got to that point… the point we've watched so many other "lesser" football programs succumb to: the point when we suck so bad that the coach must die.
And listen, I know he's a great guy. But it's kind of like how I feel about Bush. I'd love to go get a beer with him, but I don't want him leading things I care about anymore… such as the country whose rules I am subject to and the football team I am mentally brainwashed to love like … this video.
I hope you made it to the end, because that's the best part. Yeah, not the actual article i found it in itself (though it is good - thanks gach), but the video a few comments down.
And of course I guess I should say something like, Go vote tomorrow! Yay, America! But listen. It's my duty to vote, which I already did. It's not my duty to tell you what to do. Really what it comes down to is that I have spent many many hours learning about these candidates … I'm not spending more time writing about it (I will instead spend time writing about unlikely comparisons between the football world and the real world.. yeah, whatever. don't judge). I will only say that I agree with the CLT observer's opinion on candidate for President and NC governor. And vote for the Parks & Rec bond. Yay Rec.
ladies and gentlemen, i present to you, the breaking news of today:
The ever-puzzled look of our reigning president meets headlines of our possible next president. The result is haunting. I love the "Palin challenges voters to 'stump the candidate'" headline. Oohh ohh, me! pick me! ahem, ok, here it is:
"What do you think about the Bush doctrine?"
Oh crap, I bet you've read up on that on wikipedia since that interview.
Excerpt from the article:
Asked for "specific skills" she could cite to rebut critics who question her grasp of international affairs, she replied, "I am prepared."
"I have that confidence. I have that readiness," Palin said. "And if you want specifics with specific policies or countries, you can go ahead and ask me. You can play 'stump the candidate' if you want to. But we are ready to serve."
GOP presidential nominee John McCain stepped in, ...
oh ohh so funny. i can see mccain's eyes getting wider and wider by the minute. i bet palin's strategy is to be so freaking insane that 1) people vote for her and 2) by the time she gets into office, she's startled mccain so much that he has a heart attack on Day 1.
and to my point on Daily Show, these videos from Tuesday's show are hilarious:
3 things that would immediately, instantly make America a better, more prosperous nation:
everybody watches the daily show.
everybody gets to wear track pants all the time. Every day, all day. Comfy.
everybody stops being stupid and lame
OK, maybe if #3 happened, #1 would no longer be necessary.
I just don't get it. Someone needs to help me understand. Listen. (like you did to Vonnegut?!) I just had one of the worst travel experiences everrrr. But really what I am most upset about is that when I was driving home from the airport tonight (without my luggage), some guy on NPR says something to the effect of:Well, yes, [Palin] was a great political choice for McCain. Whether she's fit for governance is perhaps still questionable.
So we're admitting it, then? Politics has nothing to do with actually governing the nation. OK, cool. Just as long as we're admitting it. Follow-up question: are we aware of it?
What does ignorance mean to you? AGNE? My god, that's my new all-time favorite acronym. And no, I'm not telling you what it means. I can think of exactly … 5 people I might tell if they ask. Hope you make the cut.
oh, and I'M SO SICK OF HEARING ABOUT SARAH PALIN. Good, bad, I don't really care. she is getting more attention than a parisbritneymileysurrey cesspool would. She's kind of like my smoke detector. I walk into the room, unassuming, after a long, bad day of flying, and I can't make the noise go away. And I think she whinnies. Like a horse.
i've finally broke. these conventions are driving me insane. i hate that i am watching them. i hate it because something that used to be important has been turned into a WWF wrestling match. I say WWF because i have not watched wrestling since it changed from WWF to WWE. And! there used to be two. WCW? yes, WCW. Before Vince ate them for breakfast.
I digress. They're WWF wrestling matches. I have been using "circus" as my word of choice for the past week, but they don't deserve that much credit. At least at circuses people don't chant, "EL EH PHANT! EL EH PHANT!" Joe has likened the conventions to the Jerry Springer show. I concede to that. But at least when Springers' guests get angry, they have the balls to throw some punches instead of bullshitting behind a dais. And! they don't need a week to slowly extricate all of the bullshit from their mouths. So the conventions are a Springer WWF match. Fabricated and ugly, and the attending audience plays to it beautifully.
This is what it sounds like to me: Speaker: rhetoric rhetoric rhetoric rheterrheterrheter Crowd: Yes we can! Yes we can! (...can WHAT??) Speaker: rheterrhetererer Crowd: U S A! U S A! Speaker: rheterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrerrr Crowd: Yeauhhh! Drill some fucking holes in the ground! Drill baby drill!!
And then you get into the personal attacks, which seem like they should be part of an 8 mile-esque rap-off. Biden's like, "McCain smokes crack through his pacemaker!" And you expect a rebuttal. You expect McCain to somehow fly up to the stage and say, "Yeah, but Obama thinks down babies are the devil!" And then more exchanges Palin: Obama will tax your ass all the way to Kenya! Obama: McCain is fucking OLD! Country singer: I love god and beer! and republicans! Melissa Etheridge: I'm gay! Carly Fiorina: I'm rich! Palin: I'm a MILF! People Google-search me! I'm so happy. Bill: I don't know WTF is going on! Hillary: No one thinks I'm a MILF. Chelsea: No one Google-searches me.
ugh, it's so painful. americans are hopeless. the russians and the chinese are going to take over the world. If Putin doesn't bomb us all the way to Mars first, then the Chinese will take all those communist-trained boat paddlers from the Opening Ceremonies and paddle us into the globally-warmed Atlantic Ocean. Or... they will just turn our trillions of debt on our heads.
the media coverage/pundits have not been any better. Chris Matthews thinks that Palin will have better foreign policy because she lives in Alaska and is closer to Russia. CNN thinks that Obama has a better chance of winning because he can use the Internet. Everyone thinks all the speeches were just fabulous. Ace & TJ canNOT stop talking about how hot Sarah Palin is.
Well, at least you were spared from another blog about college football. We're not going to talk about college football. I love it so so much, but i definitely developed ulcers on Monday night. i was so depressed that i had to read my book about the Vieteffingnam war until 1am to get my mind off of the loss.
all right, i'm done. that helped. thanks for listening.
i knew we would make this list the minute i saw the link for "Most Hated".
my commentary on why i hate (not too strong of a word for college football) them:
1. not much to say except, agree.
2. their fight song makes me actually empathize with the people who hate rocky top. i.e., their fight song makes me want to vomit everywhere.
3. they did something to Syracuse circa the 1800s that made my parents hate them, so i was never a big fan except for maybe the quinn/samardzija tag-team.
4. i could count the ways. how about the current espn headline:"Have you heard?" with the subtitle "Many predict a championship season for Percy Harvin and the Gators". so so easy to hate. And the fact that they will forever brag about their sandwich championships will forever ever kill me.
5. eh, they're ok.
6. who still lives in michigan, anyway?
7. you know, the UT thing. at least vince is playing for the right state now.
8. they're stupid AND they suck.
9. eh, we beat them the time i went to miami, so nothing to hate there except the Orange Bowl is a sucky venue.
10. well hell, i like that version of sweet child o mine.
1. Has anyone else noticed that Sportscenter's bottom-screen scroll now has FAVRE as one of the main categories? earlier, i could have said, "as one of the main sports". But now... good old smokin hot Brett is apparently his own sport. Perhaps rightfully so.so yes, now along with AL, NL, NFL, NBA, NCAAF, TENNIS, & GOLF, there is also FAVRE. Awesome.
2. I wonder how hard it was for Mr. Movie Trailer Narrator to say, "Coming soon to a theater near you: The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants . . . Part Two" with a straight face. Part 2? what the hell? who watches this? oh, america. sweet land of liberty.
3. The two most frightening moments of my summer thus far have nothing to do with skydiving. The first was walking to the bathroom while we were camping in West Vahginia, headlamp on, and involuntarily letting my mind wander to Blair Witch Project scenes. The second was walking to the PwC office here in Houston from my hotel . . . at 8 o'clock in the morning. My god, this city is a bit sordid. To minimize getting stared down by fetid homeless men and talked at randomly by crazy homeless women, do not ever stay in the Courtyard Marriott in downtown Houston if you are planning on walking outside farther than the valet stand.
4. Back to espn: I had a nice little respite from reading any college football news (except when Colquitt got arrested), but I finally got the unshakable urge to read some of the speculation. Here's my favorite by Mr. Forde. He's indisputably the best NCAAF writer espn's got. though hopefully we do not start 3 and 3. God help us if we don't beat auburn, florida, OR georgia.
6. Two fiscal policy films are being released this fall: I.O.U.S.A. was shown at the Sundance Film Festival in January and is being widely released in 400 theaters on August 21st (DNC is 8/25) (how can DNC stand for Democratic National Committee and Democratic National Convention at the same time? One should be DNCC. Stupid.). An Inconvenient Tax (no, i'm not kidding...) will be released in November . . . conveniently. (sorry.)
i can only speculate on what specific policies and ideas each movie will try to pummel into our thick, unenlightened heads. however, as someone who has been forced to pay attention to accounting-related news for years now, i can only imagine that these films will be extremely scintillating. So to spare you from feeling obligated to go see them (what? oh.. not even guilt gets people to care anymore?), let me just sum up for you what our fiscal policy should be: less tax, less government. No taxation with representation.? i just made that up.
frankly, i'm sick of having to pay people to tell me to vote once i turn 18 for people who will uphold laws that won't let me drink until i'm 21. If i was still 18 i'd be pissed. Do people even talk about politics sober?
"For its part, Hezbollah is most interested in the release of the convicted Kuntar, the longest-serving Lebanese prisoner in Israel.
The Shiite Muslim militia group hails him as a hero.
Kuntar, who had been a member of the Palestine Liberation Front, led a group of four men who entered Israel from Lebanon by boat in 1979. They killed a police officer who came across them. Then they took a 28-year-old man and his 4-year-old daughter hostage.
Kuntar shot the father dead at close range in front of his daughter and tossed his body in the sea. Then he smashed the girl's head, killing her.
A 2-year-old girl suffocated as her mother tried to stop her from crying as they hid from Kuntar.
He was sentenced to life and spent the last three decades in an Israeli jail -- until Wednesday, when he is expected to return home to a hero's welcome."
what??? sounds like they are just eager to take out enemy trash.
went to glen phillips concert the other night at evening muse. was v.hot and had to stand the whole time and couldn't see v. well, but it was still all right.
in any case, my favorite part was that, before the concert, i glanced at his website and happened upon this hedgehog video in his blog.. he offered the hedgehog. now i offer it to you.
people are v. concerned about flip-floppiness of politicians. i've never understood why. why, in the face of changing facts and circumstances, ideas and preferences, should one not be able to change their mind.
things i have changed my mind about: tomatoes escargot ideal places to live ideal dog size barbie's ideal hair length purple religion abortion what i 'want to be' laptop backpacks my parents acid-wash jeans country music feminism taxes who i love friends fish tacos coffee favorite Blizzard whiskey eggs wristbands my middle name things worth doing how much i am willing to pay for sunglasses panic at the disco
things that, if asked about, i will still answer, "it depends": affirmative action death penalty standardized tests north or south moe's or qdoba? family guy or southpark? are you asian? are you a nice person? can you do me a favor?
and i changed my mind about most of the things on the first list due to capricious preferences, not any kind of logic.
things i may believe: - people only really respond to personal incentives - everyone is insecure - when the motor of your car window breaks, it really does sound like the whole window is being ground into millions of glass shards in the confines of your car door. it is not. - chicago is a 'real' city. charlotte is a pinocchio city. i loved pinocchio as much as anyone else. i just hate that he had to find out the hard way that being human kind of sucks compared to doll life. well, maybe except for the sex.. and candy - i have no original ideas. every time i think i think of something novel, i find MY thought written down somewhere else... published at least 100 years ago. i'm led to believe that there is just something wrong with the dissemination of ideas. again, an old thought. i am destined to continue thinking that i am the only one whose car window shatters.
i'm currently watching a commercial for Cialis. i have one of those green, environment-friendly reusable Teeter bags sitting by the door to my condo, full of newspapers, that has been waiting to go out for 3 days. i'm listening to ingridbetancourt speak about how she never thought happiness was possible again.
i was telling joe earlier -- i mean, this is news, kids. after months of "did obama win or did hillary lose?"-esque idiotic headlines (that one really annoyed me), this news story enthralls me! hostages for 5 years - a bonafide kick-ass undercover rescue mission. reunited families. hope floats. so cool.
and those first 2 sentences i wrote have nothing to do with anything, really. just looking around the room, getting fingers on keys.
why does green have to represent environmental goodness? going green. ocean is bigger. how long have we been going green now? what if terrorists decide to adopt green as their official color? will that derail our environmental efforts? will broccoli become the new threatened crop?
god i'm word vomiting like a pro tonight.
does anyone get the cnn t-shirt thing? why would you want a shirt that says, "Cuba sets example for urban farming"? well, i thought about getting (i'd approximate for about -.8 seconds) the t-shirt that said, "asian women seek white, groveling men". back to my previous point - that 'news story' was not a new story.
also, after seeing pictures of the american hostages, i am convinced that the one is the leader of the G.I. Joes. you thought so too.
i am v. happy with life right now. i only mention it because it's been a long time since i think i could have said that. there are many things i have been v. happy with lately, just not life itself. though it still eludes me.
have a safe 4th. (why spell fourth with a 'u' but forty without? great mystery)
(raiuowre = variation of mine and stephanie'ssametime code for vomit)
I don't think Google is making me stupid. But I do think this article is v.good. Because I, too, am a victim of a truncated attention span and this really annoying nagging feeling that I should be taking in information ALL the time, EVERY second. (Refer to my January entry, "you need to know this".) If one page takes more than 3 seconds max to load, I start a new Firefox tab. If that one takes more than 3 seconds to load, I start a new one. And so on and so forth until I have about 10 tabs open, and I can finally go back to the first tab, which, by this time, has been loaded for about 30 seconds now (an eternity!).
I mean, I am a prototype victim. I sometimes open a tab with a long article I want to read on Monday, put my computer on stand by every night for the whole week without closing my Internet browser, and by Friday, still have that tab open, with the article unread, save the headline and maybe the first sentence.
But it's an interesting article and makes a case for the pros and cons fairly well. And if you really are a victim and can't even bring yourself to read a long article for the sake of being aware of your inability to read a long article, then at least read this lady's view on the article. The part about Socrates fearing that, through the development of writing, we (ultimately, we):
would be able to “receive a quantity of information without proper instruction,” and would thus “be thought very knowledgeable when [we] are for the most part quite ignorant.” And be “filled with the conceit of wisdom instead of real wisdom.”
is a v. interesting concept to me. Of course, the shortsightedness argument is just as intriguing.
In any case, have a look-see. and a good day. and go read a book, for god's sake. and go to a philosophy lecture, for socrates' sake.
and i also want this -- so you don't think i only sign selfish petitions. so you don't think i am merely a non-smoker and not a non-wanter of the end of starvation! (the petition i signed at the time was for the end of extreme poverty/starvation, not AIDS.) i know how miserable life can be when no one feeds me. (i have to admit i am totally lacking in any direct experience with AIDS.)
of course, if you added up all the amounts from all of the credit card receipts i have ever signed, together with my signed mortgage documents, my signed car title, and my one signed painting (ok, that one's worth nothing), it would probably be enough to ... i don't know, do something interesting, anyway.
a bag of rice. genius! didn't save poor Chris McCandless, but it can at least save your priceless cell phone contacts. and that one pic from that one night... yeah, you know which one i'm talking about.
i realize that i distorted the quote from Webb in my last post into a weird non sequitur, kind of going along with the whole blog post in general. one random thought after another. come on, people stay with me.
anyway, i thought i'd keep it pictorial for Friday evening. Credit to last night's Daily Show for bringing this picture's existence to my attention:
oh wait -- slow motion replay!
omg i love our president. heralded. esteemed. people do not realize his fun-loving, frat-star, god-fearing worth! but they will! the history books will prove it! i'm just kidding. he's all right. i'd have a beer with him any day.
what's harder to believe, chest-bumping president? or 2-headed turtle? OR global warming?
OR how hot Prince Harry looks with a gun?? happy friday.
i am off to my tennessee wedding/engagement party/"last day" party extravaganza (today is my little brother's Last Day of high school. he is not graduating; he graduated 4 years ago. but, because of his disability, he went to high school for 4 years post-graduation to.. you know, get the most out of the educational system (read: because the system sucks, and the dolts running it didn't know what else to tell him to do). J (my little brother) is v.v.excited about his "last day". last night he and my dad had a preemptive celebration at Hooters and called me from the "restaurant" to exult over the gigantic amount of chicken wing grease they were able to accumulate on their hands.)
anyway, so i leave you with a small excerpt i read last night in Parade (yes, it takes me until Thursday to read all of the Sunday paper. what about it?) from Sen. Jim Webb's article, for no other reason than i thought it was an interesting viewpoint:
"When you have watched an enemy fight with ferocity and often with honor, you tend to conclude that on some level you have more in common with those you were trying to kill than you do with people who view wars only as an intellectual debate. . .
What has this got to do with the politics of today?
Everything. . .
Elections shouldn't be. . . auctions where a candidate sells himself [sic!] to the highest bidder. They should be moral contracts between those who wish to lead and those who are consenting to be led. . ."
Also, a quote from Ann Curry about her father passing away that i love:
"it is the lesson that is passed from generation to generation: how to live and how to die with honor and love."
happy memorial day weekend! go dale! beer! fast cars! yeaauuhhh
i guess it's about that time of year... when i should write about how i feel turning 25 and all... but really i've got nothing to write. i had some v. nice birthday cake and well wishes and gifts from joe, but besides that, it was a v. average day. i even went to the gym on my bday.. and changed the sheets on my bed! my lord, i guess i am getting old. to my defense, it did fall on a monday this year. i also hadn't been to the gym in ages and was starting to feel a little soggy.
it may be a little premature, but i've actually shifted back to viewing each year as a major accomplishment (after only 3 years of the post-21-oh-my-god-i'm-SO-OLD-that-my-hangovers-last-ALL-day-now syndrome). I'm sure this will shift back yet again as i approach 30.
(my mother actually has a "solution" to that OMG-i'm-so-old syndrome. she turned 59.0 this year. next year she will turn 59.1. She's not kidding. Old age has given my mom new life in a cool way. She cares nothing for what people think or how to please them; she cares more about her core loves and her own happiness. She neglected that for a while... it's impressive to see how much her self-possessed happiness has been a boon to... well, everything else.)
in any case, i really do feel accomplished for reaching 25. i think this is due to 2 things, mainly: 1. the more i live, the more i think that life is just kind of weird and random. and it's a struggle, really, to keep afloat most of the time. And i see my parents (both at 59.0) and my grandparents, among others, and i think, for chrissake, that's a long time to have survived this weird, random, unforgiving world. it's an accomplishment to which i pay high regards. 2. as my close friends know, i am in the middle of this lack-of-life-goals problem thing. so, you know, "Attain 1 more year of age" is as good and as reachable of a goal i've got.
yeah, I still don't understand what i am really doing with my life. the world in general is a backwards place to figure it out. Apparently at Tehran University in Iran, they chant "Marg-bar Amrika" (Death to America) every Friday. And then my nation is more concerned with political campaigns than political action. And then approximately 25,000 people die from starvation every day. It totally sickens me to think of all the food I've watched go to waste, just in my lifetime. my short 25 years. To quote CO governor Roy Romer (awesome name) in an article about the lack of quality education and the high drop-out rates in America: "We're not where a great nation ought to be."
I actually haven't changed at all since last year. I still conjur up v.big doses of concern for myself alone, and i still don't do anything to ameliorate the situations i grieve over. I'm pretty sure i've got to take the time to figure out my own shite before i can do anything worthwhile.
i can talk about something peppier. How about American Idol. How about David Archuletta looking like he was going to vomit-cry every time Randy or Simon complimented him on his faux boxing wins? How about that even David Archuletta gets sick of Paula's inane ramblings? I mean, they really are amazing. She can talk for a full minute, and at the end, you've actually detracted from your overall knowledge of everything from the contestants to embryotic stem cell research.
my end note -- go to www.catalogchoice.org and unsubscribe to catalogs. i am so excited i will maybe save 1 tree and not get 10 V.Secret catalogs per week, though i think Joe is a little sad.
i have spent probably a little more than an hour staring at this at work between yesterday and today: spinning girl
It mainly goes counterclockwise for me, but occasionally goes clockwise, and one time, i even got it to switch mid-spin. it was my proudest moment perhaps of the last few months.
it's no hoax -- mary alice and i watched it on her screen together and saw it going opposite ways. the weird thing is that, if you see her going counterclockwise, you see her left leg up, but if you see her going clockwise, you see her right leg up. i still haven't really figured that one out.
joe's first response was, "the spinning girl is pretty hot," and one of my manager's first comments was, "i can see her nipples." fair enough.
and then, this story is just unreal. made me tear up a little. what a little bitch cancer is.
i need some direction. i haven't written anything in a while. i think i forgot how to. in fact, right now, i'm even kind of writing this like a Sametime (instant message, for those who are cool enough not to know)
i think i take on too much sometimes. in real terms, yes, but exacerbated by my stupid head.
for instance, extrapolate this situation: i am in the middle of printing out a baker's dozen worth of recipes. "Quick and Easy Summer Recipes!", Start to Finish: 20 minutes (right, IF i had Emeril-like resources with his little glass measuring bowls that have conveniently been filled pre-show with spices and chopped onions and organic extra virgin olive oil, by some miserable bloke who probably recently got cut from Hell's Kitchen).
i may, realistically, end up using approximately one of the recipes ... on or around August 31st, out of guilt because of all the time i took to print them out and, come august 30th, none of them being made. they will have been sitting pretty in a binder in a cabinet next to the microwave. neatly tucked away.
i may even then make another one in September, realizing that the recipes aren't half bad, and again regretting not making more. that's one of my fortes -- doing/wearing things out of season. the closet is the worst. the whole winter, i will lament every morning about how i have nothing, oh absolutely NOthing to wear. the first time i hear a bird chirp, i will look into my closet and lament over ALL the clothes i never got to wear when it was cold. idiot.
in any case, yeah, extrapolate that situation. i guilt myself into everything and stress about it in the meantime. it's not something to psycho-analyze in a blog, but it's pretty ridiculous.
the only solution i can come up with is to quit my job and become a bum. katie and claire have already agreed to join me once i can figure out a way to not have to sleep outside.
i promised mary alice i would not write about work, because it would probably get me fired. just one off comment, though -- today, i almost quit before figuring out the sleep-outside quandary when, in the breakroom, this woman kept squealing, in front of the microwave, "8 mEEnuts?! 8 mEEnuts?!! ah can't believe ah have to mahhcrowave thees lean kahzeen fahr 8 MEENUTS!"
i just decided to eat my leftover pizza cold.
and to be fair, it was more like, "uh-ate", not "eight".
