It's nearly 3 am on a Thursday, and Claire and I are showing little sign of stopping anytime soon.
We have begun our thesis proposals, but are both stuck at tricky points. In our proposals! For sure our dear senior friends are much more stressed than we are, for the completion of their ACTUAL capstone projects, but damn. This isn't fun.
We've sat in silence for the last 2 or 3 hours, with only tired, sad sighs floating up to the ceiling.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Six Flags: Because they Care
Monday, March 16, 2009
Word Study: Slave Ant
I like words, and have decided to start a section called "Word Study," in the spirit of Daily Domesticity and Quoteness. In this endeavor, I shall... study words. Enjoy.
SLAVE ANT (n) an ant captured and forced to work for an ant colony of another species (as discovered in Encarta World English Dictionary)
As if the life of an insect wasn’t degrading already. The life of most insects seems undignified enough. Many exist just to drag sand around and build colonies. Some are lucky enough to mate within ten hours of birth and die six hours later. But now we encounter the unfortunate slave ant, which isn’t merely the packhorse in his own colony, but a prisoner of war in another ant colony. Imagine the poor creature as he slaves the day away, pining for the comfortable monotony of his own tunnel, no longer eager to adventure, as he’s seen enough of the world for this lifetime. There’s a movie in here somewhere, perhaps Antz II.
SLAVE ANT (n) an ant captured and forced to work for an ant colony of another species (as discovered in Encarta World English Dictionary)
As if the life of an insect wasn’t degrading already. The life of most insects seems undignified enough. Many exist just to drag sand around and build colonies. Some are lucky enough to mate within ten hours of birth and die six hours later. But now we encounter the unfortunate slave ant, which isn’t merely the packhorse in his own colony, but a prisoner of war in another ant colony. Imagine the poor creature as he slaves the day away, pining for the comfortable monotony of his own tunnel, no longer eager to adventure, as he’s seen enough of the world for this lifetime. There’s a movie in here somewhere, perhaps Antz II.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Diet of Yo' LIFE!
When frequenting such reputable websites as Weather.com or Msn.com/Games/ChickenInvaders, I'm always visually attacked by a slaughterhouse of advertisements. These aren't simple little boxes that some of you have on your blogs, but animated neon dancing IN YOUR FACE attacks of the free market. Ah, capitalism.
Now, I don't fault capitalism for this. A capitalist society is what keeps us from being wild animals or Communists, and thus I appreciate it wholeheartedly. But at the point when an ad insists that I could lose 43 lbs in 2 weeks, I become skeptical. No one could lose that much weight so quickly, unless he had a hardcore type of liposuction or a simple amputation. "Congratulations sir, we successfully lipo'd 30 lbs out of your hips, but came up short and had to remove an arm. You're beautiful now."
I just wonder, when such ridiculous claims are made, what type of computer virus or scam artist is waiting behind the neon lights.
Now, I don't fault capitalism for this. A capitalist society is what keeps us from being wild animals or Communists, and thus I appreciate it wholeheartedly. But at the point when an ad insists that I could lose 43 lbs in 2 weeks, I become skeptical. No one could lose that much weight so quickly, unless he had a hardcore type of liposuction or a simple amputation. "Congratulations sir, we successfully lipo'd 30 lbs out of your hips, but came up short and had to remove an arm. You're beautiful now."
I just wonder, when such ridiculous claims are made, what type of computer virus or scam artist is waiting behind the neon lights.
Monday, March 9, 2009
A Brief Moment of Implosion
This week is Spring Break, and I cannot thank the heavens enough. After working nonstop through a particularly nerve-wracking week, I finally dragged myself to the finish line of Friday afternoon, which looked like this:
10:30 class
11:30 food
12:30 meet with partner for Pix & Wds project
2:30 work at writing center
3:30 pick up Izzy (yup, doing that again)
4:00 leave
6:00 home!!!
6:01 realize that I've left cell phone at school
6:02 resign myself to a life of selling dental floss because obviously, that is all my underdeveloped mind can handle
Yes, I left my cell phone at school. This is the same phone by which I would contact old friends while on break and have a particularly important summer job interview (more on that later). Most of you know that I don't like waiting and really hate wasting time (other than by my own choosing), and that driving BACK to the college would be akin to death, for the waste of time, gasoline, and time.
My parents were very kind in empathizing. They suggested I contact people online to tell them the situation, so I set up a Facebook status to start the process. But Mum repeatedly offered to drive back to school (she couldn't concentrate on her own work since I was home) and fetch the phone. So, finally we leapt into the car and drove away into the night, stopping only for gasoline and Burger King. We were in college town for ten minutes, then came home again. It rocked.
I was so desperate to have my phone mostly because I was preparing for a phone interview, which was today, for an internship with the communications department of the NEA (arts, not education). So today, I nervously paced the house, waiting for the 3 o'clock call from the head of the department. At 3:10, I panicked, and ran downstairs to make sure I had sent the correct phone number to the office. One minute later, she called, and I sprinted back up to the safety of my bedroom to begin the interview.
However.
- I had just sprinted up and down the stairs, and was winded.
- I had accidently reset my phone to beep EVERY minute of every call, so I couldn't figure out why it sounded like my phone was running out of battery. This was distracting in a very "Harrison Bergeron" sort of way.
- I hadn't before put into words "What I can bring to the company."
I couldn't think properly, so she actually asked if she should call back at a later time. "No," I gasped, "I'm just nervous." This is the only time she smiled. As an applicant for the COMMUNICATIONS department, I need to learn to express myself better on the phone (I maintain that this would have gone better in-person). It went a little better when we discussed written communication, but overall, I am not very proud of myself today.
3:13 Telephone call of a lifetime
3:21 Phone call ends
3:22 I've resigned myself to a life of selling dental floss.
10:30 class
11:30 food
12:30 meet with partner for Pix & Wds project
2:30 work at writing center
3:30 pick up Izzy (yup, doing that again)
4:00 leave
6:00 home!!!
6:01 realize that I've left cell phone at school
6:02 resign myself to a life of selling dental floss because obviously, that is all my underdeveloped mind can handle
Yes, I left my cell phone at school. This is the same phone by which I would contact old friends while on break and have a particularly important summer job interview (more on that later). Most of you know that I don't like waiting and really hate wasting time (other than by my own choosing), and that driving BACK to the college would be akin to death, for the waste of time, gasoline, and time.
My parents were very kind in empathizing. They suggested I contact people online to tell them the situation, so I set up a Facebook status to start the process. But Mum repeatedly offered to drive back to school (she couldn't concentrate on her own work since I was home) and fetch the phone. So, finally we leapt into the car and drove away into the night, stopping only for gasoline and Burger King. We were in college town for ten minutes, then came home again. It rocked.
I was so desperate to have my phone mostly because I was preparing for a phone interview, which was today, for an internship with the communications department of the NEA (arts, not education). So today, I nervously paced the house, waiting for the 3 o'clock call from the head of the department. At 3:10, I panicked, and ran downstairs to make sure I had sent the correct phone number to the office. One minute later, she called, and I sprinted back up to the safety of my bedroom to begin the interview.
However.
- I had just sprinted up and down the stairs, and was winded.
- I had accidently reset my phone to beep EVERY minute of every call, so I couldn't figure out why it sounded like my phone was running out of battery. This was distracting in a very "Harrison Bergeron" sort of way.
- I hadn't before put into words "What I can bring to the company."
I couldn't think properly, so she actually asked if she should call back at a later time. "No," I gasped, "I'm just nervous." This is the only time she smiled. As an applicant for the COMMUNICATIONS department, I need to learn to express myself better on the phone (I maintain that this would have gone better in-person). It went a little better when we discussed written communication, but overall, I am not very proud of myself today.
3:13 Telephone call of a lifetime
3:21 Phone call ends
3:22 I've resigned myself to a life of selling dental floss.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
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