Midterms suck. I see no point in memorizing 23 species of seaweed.
I think the squirrels stole the sprouting stump of carrot top I planted in our balcony garden. Bastards.
I disagree with the professor who told me, "There's no reason to go running off to London." (Apparently there are plenty of jobs in conservation/advocacy around here. Really? Who would have guessed.)
Sound of Silver by LCD Soundsystem is a really great album, with loads of killer tunes.
Speaking of music, I was examining the number of songs in my "5 Star Playlist", for which membership is determined by a tune's ability to knock me flat on my back. Currently, there are 532 songs in this world that will absolutely floor me. This... is probably not healthy.
Rugby season's about to kick off this Sunday with what I expect will be a bone-burning game against UCSD. If midterms don't kill me first.
That is all.
1/30/2008
1/28/2008
Crazy Lady, Livin' In A Bag
Thought I'd share a couple of anecdotes about... interesting women I've seen around town.
First:
I'm driving down Wilshire Boulevard, around the posh part with all the fancy office buildings that have expensive boutiques downstairs, near where Rodeo Drive hits. We're stuck in traffic, of course, as it's 4pm on a Friday, but there's an unusual character putting on a bit of a show on the opposite sidewalk. She's wearing tailored sharp black pants, a red jacket, stylish wedges, and a large white church hat. Not only is she dressed like she's going to the Royal Ascot, but she's doing a bit of a dance as well. Standing in one spot she's windmilling her arms in circles, and starts whooping and hollering before pointing out particular cars and doing a little booty shake. It sort of looks like she's won the lottery and is trying to tell passing drivers that she's going to share some of the money with them -- but without words. You gotta love it when the rich do interpretive dance.
Second:
Today, I'm coming up on the major crosswalk near my apartment, with not enough time to make it across in the current light cycle ("8... 7... 6..." flashes the red forbidding hand). There's a big tan SUV turning left and some people crossing the street, so it waits, halfway through it's turn, pointed at the crosswalk. The students ignore it and continue their walk towards campus, but one woman in particular takes exception. She brandishes her holey umbrella at the offending car on this sunny day, pausing in her walk and poking said instrument angrily at the SUV. The take-home message, I believe, is not to rush a woman who crosses the street, especially not one with a pretty blue 90s frock on over her jeans, two large, full plastic bags, and an injured brown umbrella. Be duly warned.
That's it, really, although I feel I really must recommend the song on which this post's title is based: "The Message" by Grandmaster Flash. Great old Hip-Hop tune.
First:
I'm driving down Wilshire Boulevard, around the posh part with all the fancy office buildings that have expensive boutiques downstairs, near where Rodeo Drive hits. We're stuck in traffic, of course, as it's 4pm on a Friday, but there's an unusual character putting on a bit of a show on the opposite sidewalk. She's wearing tailored sharp black pants, a red jacket, stylish wedges, and a large white church hat. Not only is she dressed like she's going to the Royal Ascot, but she's doing a bit of a dance as well. Standing in one spot she's windmilling her arms in circles, and starts whooping and hollering before pointing out particular cars and doing a little booty shake. It sort of looks like she's won the lottery and is trying to tell passing drivers that she's going to share some of the money with them -- but without words. You gotta love it when the rich do interpretive dance.
Second:
Today, I'm coming up on the major crosswalk near my apartment, with not enough time to make it across in the current light cycle ("8... 7... 6..." flashes the red forbidding hand). There's a big tan SUV turning left and some people crossing the street, so it waits, halfway through it's turn, pointed at the crosswalk. The students ignore it and continue their walk towards campus, but one woman in particular takes exception. She brandishes her holey umbrella at the offending car on this sunny day, pausing in her walk and poking said instrument angrily at the SUV. The take-home message, I believe, is not to rush a woman who crosses the street, especially not one with a pretty blue 90s frock on over her jeans, two large, full plastic bags, and an injured brown umbrella. Be duly warned.
That's it, really, although I feel I really must recommend the song on which this post's title is based: "The Message" by Grandmaster Flash. Great old Hip-Hop tune.
1/01/2008
Education
Things we, the people, have learned in 2007:
1. If you are openly homophobic, you are definitely gay.
1 1/2. If you are in the Catholic ministry, you might be gay. Only probably possibly gay, though.
2. If you still go out shopping on Black Friday, you are a consumo-tard.
3. If you shout louder than your opponent on TV, you have won the debate, unless he/she then later contradicts you on YouTube and/or their blog.
4. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake anymore, thanks to global warming.
5. Thinking, "Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt" may have made the high school years bearable, but it hasn't made W's reign all that much easier.
6. There's never been a better time to be in stodgy 'Old Europe', with the dollar in the state it's in.
7. It sucks to be in Iraq, be you Iraqi, Kurdish, US Troop, Haliburton employee, or otherwise. The country's just sort of a giant 'suck hole' at the moment, though it appears the GOP are still getting their rocks off there.
8. It kind of just sucks to be anywhere on earth right now. Too much unrest: people need to take more naps. Please, do it for the children.
9. Though some museums may be created or designed with divine intent, there still may not be anything intelligent to be found in them.
1. If you are openly homophobic, you are definitely gay.
1 1/2. If you are in the Catholic ministry, you might be gay. Only probably possibly gay, though.
2. If you still go out shopping on Black Friday, you are a consumo-tard.
3. If you shout louder than your opponent on TV, you have won the debate, unless he/she then later contradicts you on YouTube and/or their blog.
4. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake anymore, thanks to global warming.
5. Thinking, "Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt" may have made the high school years bearable, but it hasn't made W's reign all that much easier.
6. There's never been a better time to be in stodgy 'Old Europe', with the dollar in the state it's in.
7. It sucks to be in Iraq, be you Iraqi, Kurdish, US Troop, Haliburton employee, or otherwise. The country's just sort of a giant 'suck hole' at the moment, though it appears the GOP are still getting their rocks off there.
8. It kind of just sucks to be anywhere on earth right now. Too much unrest: people need to take more naps. Please, do it for the children.
9. Though some museums may be created or designed with divine intent, there still may not be anything intelligent to be found in them.
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