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| Monday, September 10th, 2007 | | 8:22 am |
Who knew?
After many sleepless nights, I finally got the nerve up to call to Columbia and ask why they keep sending me my transcript without a stamp on the seal, as requested. Turns out Columbia just doesn't stamp transcript envelopes. It's a policy of theirs. Okay, so does this mean I am already disqualified from the Fulbright for not being able to follow instructions? | | Friday, July 6th, 2007 | | 5:16 pm |
My cousin just called with an extra ticket to see Daughtry tonight at Summerfest. I feel like I just won the lottery. My laundry will have to wait. *Glee* | | Sunday, June 3rd, 2007 | | 8:59 pm |
Greetings from McMinville, OR! What a beautiful coast you have here! Highway 101 has been incredible all the way from oakland (except for the speeding ticket part) and now I'm falling in love with Oregon wine country. It is so very nice to be on vacation. We dubbed the trip the quest for the new R. Kelly, but once we finally found it in Eugene it was not worth the search. I'll tell OK and PK all about the Uranus reference in the planet sex song when I see them tomorrow (!) but the rest of you (LL) can only guess. Portland ETA :4:00 tomorrow! Can't wait! Now all I need is the right phone number for OK... | | Wednesday, May 23rd, 2007 | | 5:18 pm |
I just wrote a nasty letter to Slate about this column ( http://www.slate.com/id/2158332/entry/2166755/) that casually uses the term "wigger" to describe Blake Lewis. Umm, if a white guy who "acts black" is a wigger, than what does that make a black guy? Geez, I can't even read Slate anymore. I'm never leaving my house or using the internet again. Joining Slate on today's bad list is the fact that Madison told me I have to retake the GRE if I want funding for a PhD and that the house next door got burglarized yesterday (and I think T and I saw the kid who did it. He asked us for a donation for his basketball team from the neighbor's yard and then ran down the alley.) On a better note, I am reading Half of a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie right now and I really like it. Also on today's good list, I got straight As this semester. But best of all is that I leave for the West Coast on Sunday and I get to see OK and PK in the flesh soon! LL, why don't you join us? | | Friday, May 11th, 2007 | | 8:51 pm |
Guess what?
This whole time, it wasn't a raccoon pooping on our lawn, but the neighbor's dog after all. I just saw him do it with my own two eyes and confronted the neighbor about it (this is confrontation #2 about that same issue; last time he blamed it on the raccoons). Seriously, if it happens again, I'm going to do something gross and drastic that involves said poop and the neighbor's door. I know, I'm turning into a crazy lady, but I promise you, bear with me, and I will return to my normal self with more interesting non-raccoon, non-poop related things to say, very soon, I promise. Here's a question, what would Buddha and/or Jesus do in the situation? I mean, is there a better way of dealing with this other than cleaning up poop every day? | | Wednesday, May 9th, 2007 | | 9:22 am |
Friend question
I've lived in Milwaukee almost a year now and if we left tomorrow I wouldn't have to say goodbye to anyone. With this realization in mind, I've come up with two possible potential friends from class that I am thinking of asking to have a drink with me. Problem is, candidate #1 is a self-described "J.R.R. Tolkein purist" who wears flip flops to class. Candidate #2 is from Minneapolis, but didn't get any of my Prince jokes and has never been to the club where Purple Rain was filmed. My question is: Are these things friendship-prohibitive? (Keep in mind the adage about beggars not being choosers.) | | Thursday, May 3rd, 2007 | | 9:15 pm |
We caught one!
Our neighbor just knocked on door to let us know. Tomer is out there dealing right now. WHAT TO DO? | | Wednesday, May 2nd, 2007 | | 8:19 am |
Get this:
Looks like we caught a raccoon in the trap last night (the sausage worked), but the damn thing managed to dig and dig and dig and break the cage open. The worst part is that it looked like he dug right under our porch so that we may have led raccoons to where they previously weren't. And then he pooped on our lawn, too, just to top things off. We're going to farm and fleet to get a better cage. The raccoons are clearly winning this tango. | | Tuesday, May 1st, 2007 | | 10:54 am |
Does anyone know anything about Seattle?
Should I stay downtown or in the university district? And does it matter if I have a car? My only previous experience with Seattle is my freshman year roommate, which, as some of you may recall, was a complete and total DISASTER. (Didn't they know what I was asking for when I requested a roommate from an "urban" area? I mean, Seattle is urban, but not if you're from the part where my roommate was from.) | | Sunday, April 29th, 2007 | | 9:03 am |
The saga continues
Last night, sitting by my bedroom window, I could hearing scratching-- feverish, determined scratching. I tried to tell myself I was making it up. I got up to close the window and I swear I heard a hiss. I looked out the window, but I couldn't see a thing. It was dark out and I was too afraid to get a flashlight. I called Tomer, who is out of town, and told him what I was hearing. He said I was freaking him out, which didn't help me much. Somehow, I went to sleep. When I woke up this morning I looked out the window at the nook that the raccoon removal man had previously sealed up. Sure enough, all of the foam that he had put up had been dug out. A huge chunk of foam is in the gutter; smaller chunks are in my garden two stories below. The sheet metal he had nailed down has been ripped up, leaving a gaping raccoon-size hole. Shit! First things first, I took a xanax. Then I called the raccoon removal man, who is on his way. I keep waiting for this saga to come to an end so that I can write a cute little piece about it with a nice happy ending, but that moement has not yet arrived, my friends. | | Friday, April 27th, 2007 | | 12:59 pm |
Itsby bitsy teeny tiny bunny on my front lawn, smaller than a squirrel. *So cute!* | | Wednesday, April 25th, 2007 | | 1:37 pm |
Remember our posts last week about student mental health?
Well, last night I was walking out of class when I was joined by a classmate that I have never spoken to previously who started telling me about how stressed out she is, how she is on the verge of a nervous breakdown, (she started crying now) how she was institutionalized ten years ago, and how "at this point she should just jump off a bridge." Oh shit. I managed to calm her down a bit after talking to her for 20 minutes, and I then I ran home and e-mailed the dean about it. This morning, the dean's office called to thank me for letting them know and told me that they would contact her and ask her to come in and set up a mental health services appointment for her, etc. I feel like I did the right thing by reporting her and I am a little relieved that the dean's office is following up, but I didn't sleep well last night and I am still a bit of wreck today. I don't even know this woman's name (but the dean figured out who it is based on my description). It makes me all very, very sad. I could tell it was not a casual reference to jumping off a bridge. What if she's pissed at me for reporting her when I see her in class next week? I mean, I had no other ethical choice, right? And when you tell a stranger these things you are begging for outside help, right? | | Tuesday, April 24th, 2007 | | 4:38 pm |
1) I just got a not-nice e-mail message from a co-worker that didn't say hi or thanks or bye but instead had two pages of edits to a two-page story. To borrow a catch phrase, mean people suck. 2) T made me pretzel dough wrapped around a tofurky Polish sausage for dinner. That almost made up for the not-nice e-mail. 3) We went to Blain's Farm & Fleet (Yes, such a store exists, but I don't believe anyone named Blain has gone anywhere near it in decades. Blain is so Sixteen Candles and not at all Farm and Fleet) and bought a two-pack of animal traps (the two-pack was on sale) and have been trying to catch a raccoon for a few days now to no avail. Not sure what we're going to do when we do catch one. My vote is to leave it, cage and all, on the steps of the humane society and speed away. (That two-pack may come in handy after all.) | | Monday, April 16th, 2007 | | 3:29 pm |
Amy Winehouse
If you don't have her album yet, go buy it. It's one of the things making my day A-okay. Think Patsy Cline and the Ronettes and Billy Holiday with a kind of hip hop beat and a filthy mouth. Love it! | | 12:40 pm |
Saturday was one of the most frustrating days I've had in a while. I don't want to get into the details, but it involved gagging several times due to cat hair and general filth at my parents' house, numerous missed calls, being stranded at my parents house without access to public transportation, almost inedible Thai food, driving around for 1.5 hours looking for a parking space, and then a working pay phone to inform friends of lack of parking space, friends who seemed to care little if they saw me, and a general feeling of nausea. So glad it's over. Today's mood is decidely better due to my house, which is clean, and which I love, despite its location in Milwaukee. I have decided that I am not going to stay at my parents' house again. I just can't do it. It's not good for me. And I am also not going to go out my way to plan activities for my Chicago friends and family when they come visit me because no one lifts a finger when I go there. The best my Dad could do was ask, "Want to go to Shop & Save with us?" which is not exactly my idea of fun, especially with my parents and their food issues (or rather, my food issues with them). I did get to watch This American Life the television show, which my parents obliged, actually handing over the remote, though my Dad's response to the each and every segment was that everyone involved "needs to get a job." I think he was actually holding back his snide comments, since he has a vague idea that something involving Chicago Publc Radio is somehow related to the weird radio stuff my sister and I do. But before Saturday was so awful, the radio recording went well (at least I think it did) on Friday and my brother seemed to be surprised by his surprise party. And yesterday wasn't that bad since we watched The World's Greatest Prom, recommended by OK, which was simply fantastic. LL, have you seen it? Those are my Wisconsin peeps! Anyway, I should be researching marketing plans for libraries for a paper. Four weeks left of classes and then school's out for summer! | | Wednesday, April 11th, 2007 | | 11:05 pm |
Well, it had to happen some time
I ended my 100% on everything run with an 85% on my Organization of Information midterm, which I guess was better than the average (79%), but still, you have to get a B as a final grade to get credit for the course at all. (I know, how dumb is that? And what will all these 79%-ers do-- flunk out of library school?) But really, I know I'm smart, I go to each class, take notes, pay attention, do all the readings (some of it twice) and still that class is like a big black hole. Can I blame it on the teacher? Or on the fact that this is my only class where you don't have to compose sentences? (Certainly, I can write my way into a better grade.) More importantly, why do I still care so much about grades? (Partial answer: See the B or better policy above.) Ugh! | | Tuesday, April 10th, 2007 | | 3:25 pm |
In preparation for an end to Passover, I've made two pasta sauces today-- one is a traditional tomato and yellow pepper one and the other is a particularly delicious looking walnut and parmesan sauce. Yum! (Though really, anything on pasta would taste good right about now.) The Cubs-Brewers game was better than I expected, mostly because the stadium is covered and heated and I didn't have to freeze my butt off. This weekend came with the realization that I often just don't get the partner choices many of my straight male friends make. How can guys who are so awesome pick these awful ditzy substanceless stick figures? It's baffling. There was high drama in class yesterday when the police came looking for one of my classmates who came to class but then left before class started. He came back about an hour after the police came and apologized and sat down like nothing had happened. Any theories? | | Friday, April 6th, 2007 | | 2:00 pm |
Today's #1 sign I don't live in New York anymore: They are out of matzah at the grocery store and when I asked for it they said they would be getting more in on Monday. Ummm, by Monday I won't need it. I had a good week. Our time spent at the Kohler resort last weekend was lovely, despite a very I Love Lucy Moment in which the whirlpool tub was inexplicably shooting torrents of water all over the bathroom and refused to be turned off, resulting in T calling maintanence with an "emergency whirlpool disaster." Oh well. We also took a three hour tour of the Kohler factory which was two hours too long and served to remind me that I would slit my wrists if I had to work in a factory, even a unionized one like Kohler. Tomorrow some Chicago friends are heading up for the Cubs-Brewers game. It's supposed to snow, I hate baseball, and I can't even drink any beer due to Passover, but I guess I'll be there cheering for the cubs anyway. I may have to bring a bottle of wine with me. OK and PK, how about we see you the nights of June 4 and 5 in Portland? We have tickets and everything; now we just need to rent a car for West Coast Adventure 2007! WooHoo! | | Friday, March 30th, 2007 | | 9:28 pm |
I just saw The Namesake, which was contrived and underwhelming. I guess when you didn't like the book (I didn't) it can only go downhill from there. At first I took it personally that the white girl was an idiot, but then it turned out the Bengali girl wasn't much better. Oh well. At least the ladies in that movie had some meat on their bones and I got some popcorn out of it. On the way out I had a great conversation with the seven year old a few houses down who told me that dinosaurs are way better than princesses because princesses can't do this: "ROAR!" That was kind of awesome. Sunday T and I got a deal at a fancy resort one hour north of here. Full report to follow. One of T's students invited us over for Passover on Monday, so I don't have to cook and I'm not going to class. (I actually had to go to the professor and be all, I'm not going to be in class next week because I'm a big fat Jew. I've never done that before.) Speaking of Jews, can someone please make T stop acting like Borat. Please?! | | Saturday, March 24th, 2007 | | 3:50 pm |
What I learned from my spring break working in the archives...
1. I don't ever want to work for a Catholic school. There's Jesus dying on the cross everywhere and that makes for a rather hostile work environment for us Jews et al. 2. It's really important for me to love the collection I work with, no matter what my advisor says about not being biased. F&^k that shit! I am biased and if I had to archive pictures of Reagan and Bush I and Bush II full-time, I would go insane. I know, it's important to preserve a record of those idiots, but I don't have to be the one to do it. 3. People who say "Poor Reagan!" about his Alzeimer's are idiots. That guy deserved worse than he got, that's for sure. 4. I learned a ton in one week about working in archives and overall it was a good experience despite the above and having to come home and do my paid job and giving up my spring break. If you are in awe of the collection you work with, it's great to be surrounded by it all day. 5. Psst... I'm still thinking about getting a PhD, that same one in South Asian studies, but maybe finding a way to combine it with archival studies. Hmm... *mulling it over*. Seems like I've spent a lot of time doing just about everything but getting a PhD and I keep coming back to it. Same with writing. What am I afraid of? (Don't answer that.) |
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