Monthly Archives: October 2010

Love This!

At some point, I’d love to make a short film or music video featuring dancers. They’re so beautiful!

http://www.youtube.com/v/G_1Zz9ud83I?fs=1&hl=en_US

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I Hope This Isn’t a Trend

Yesterday I didn’t check my email. I repeat, DID NOT CHECK MY EMAIL. Not once. I didn’t fire up my laptop a single time, nor do I even remember opening my planner. And I didn’t blog.

What is happening to me?!

As a compulsive email-checker (at least ten times a day– not an exaggeration), that’s rare. And not cool. With emails from CCEW and SFPC, on top of stuff from professors, applications, and the university, my inbox is in a constant state of overload, and it’s literally painful to let an entire day go by without addressing the ever-growing pile. I had over 20 unchecked emails yesterday, 15 of which are important and need to be addressed. That’s now at least an hour and a half of work added to my plate today. Ick.

I think this is proof that I need to buy a cell phone with the internet. Then I can check my email anytime, anywhere. And while it is ridiculously expensive (someone told me $30 a month), I’m starting to think it would definitely be worth it.

Considering the fact that my cell phone is from the Age of the Dinosaurs, it’s about time for an upgrade anyway. My phone, bless its heart, has gotten to the point where it literally shuts off every single time I flip it open. It also loves to spontaneously turn off when I’m mid-text (esp. the super long ones) or deep in an important phone conversation (preferably with professors and heads of state, etc). And the length of time it takes for the phone to recover and then allow itself to be turned back on is also slowly growing. So if you text or call me, I think you can now reasonably expect a response within the hour.

I wouldn’t be surprised if the thing spontaneously combusted one of these days.

And I know it’s ridiculous that I’ve gone so long without getting a new phone. But who has that kind of time? “Purchase new phone” has floated from day to day on my planner for weeks now, but I never put it in the High Priority box because so many more important things belong there (like painting my nails and making a dent in the pile of Halloween candy taunting me from the kitchen counter).

Maybe now that yet another weekend is here, I’ll have time to swing by Verizon and beg for a new phone. I just hope it doesn’t cost me an arm and a leg to do so.

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Some Interesting Food Preparation Techniques

Since coming to college, I have discovered that there are a few things I learned growing up under the guidance of my mother that are not the … er… typical way of doing things. Most of these discoveries have come from the area of food preparation and storage. 

For example, most people don’t keep their peanut butter in the fridge. It’s usually in a less petrified consistency, making it easier to spread, when it lives in the pantry. Also, expirations dates exist for a reason. They are not negotiable.
Today, I learned that most people think storing hotdogs in the freezer is weird. I guess hotdogs usually stay in the fridge? This was news to me. Mom always froze our hotdogs, and they would thaw as they boiled. Also — you can microwave them. Crazy, right?!
However, today my roommate kindly pointed out to me that this freezing business was unnecessary. After all, “hot dogs are 20% meat and 80% preservatives.” Too true.

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Good Morning World!

The house was awakened to a delightful little surprise early this morning in the form of six shrieking fire alarms wailing at us in deafening unison. Startled out of our various states of slumber, we stumbled into the living room. Mass confusion.

On my part, the thought of there actually being a fire or anything dangerous didn’t cross my mind. I just wanted to do whatever it took to shut off that godawful noise so I could go back to bed– the instincts of a sleep-deprived college student.

Naturally, our first idea was to pull the alarms off the wall and just rip out their batteries. This was difficult, however, since the awesome thing about our little home is that the ceilings are really high. Which means the fire alarms are really high. Too high, in fact, for any of us to reach (even when standing on our tallest piece of movable furniture).

After a bit more stumbling and bumping and “I don’t know what to do,” Madison took charge. We solved the issue of not being tall enough by stacking Val’s giant zoology textbooks on a stool for added height (as you can see, knowledge has many practical applications). Operation Dismantle Heinous Noise-Making Machine complete. I did my part by running outside and making sure there wasn’t smoke billowing from our roof. Just to be on the safe side.

Of course, once everyone could hear again, none of us knew what to do. What’s next? This is when it’s helpful to have a civil servant in the family. Brittany called her dad, a real-live firefighter, who (after asking lots of questions in typical dad fashion to make sure we were immediately okay) told us to call the landlord. Tried that. He didn’t answer (of course). Meanwhile, I googled the manufacturer of our little detectors and discovered that our alarms were dual smoke and carbon monoxide detectors.

Carbon monoxide?! As in the colorless, tasteless, odorless gas that can kill you?!

Now I’m getting nervous. At this very moment, a deadly and invisible chemical substance could be sneaking around our house with ninja stealth, wreaking havoc on our respiratory systems.

We all turn into hypochondriacs, wondering if our sudden headaches or random nose-twitching might really be a symptom of deflating lungs or whatever happens when you get poisoned.

I call the fire department. It’s an administrative number, so that’s a no go. There’s no one left to call. We’ve exhausted our resources. All that’s left is… 9-1-1.

Duh-duh-dum.

I’d never called 9-1-1 before. This was a new experience for me. Not gonna lie– I mentally rehearsed a bit before calling. It’s intimidating. When I dialed and pressed “Send” on my phone, a funny little graphic of a red siren came up while I waited. Classic.

The lady on the other line was direct and to the point. I was in the midst of sorta describing everything (I guess I’m kinda longwinded?) when she cut me off.

“Do you want me to send someone out to check your carbon monoxide levels?”

Less than ten minutes later, three (young) firefighters step into our living room. Picture this– five girls in pajamas and fuzzy slippers trying to explain to three serious, tired firefighters that we didn’t know what to do so we just unplugged everything. And then the one holding the little blinking black box turns and says, verbatim, “It’s reading at a zero.”

Awesome.

Well thanks, handsome firefighters (there’s just something about a man in uniform), for stopping by and checking on us. We feel much better now.

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Kathryn Schulz on Wrongness

This is uh-mazing. I am stealing this from the blog of a friend, because I love it that much (thanks, Geales, for your awesomeness).
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First, here’s a bad idea for modern living: spend all your time insisting that you’re right.  Trust me, it won’t go well.  For one thing, it’s irritating; nobody likes people who think they’re perfect.  For another, it’s impossible: nobody is perfect. Nonetheless, many of us cling to the conviction that we’re right about nearly everything, from the origins of the universe to how to load the dishwasher.  We relish our own correctness (“I told you so!”), crow over other people’s mistakes, and dismiss those who disagree with us as ignorant, idiotic, or just plain evil. 
Although we typically find those same behaviors odious in other people, most of us are complicit in encouraging this culture-wide obsession with being right.  Consider the way we make business and political leaders of those who decline to admit that they could be wrong.  And consider just how well that’s worked out for us.
Now here’s a counteroffer: try accepting the possibility that you could be wrong.  I don’t mean in the to-err-is-human abstract.  I mean right now, in the middle of that argument you’re having about the dishwasher or the hiring decision or David Cameron.  For most people, doing so is difficult and counterintuitive – and then deeply, startlingly rewarding.  It converts conflicts into conversations.  It fosters empathy for and curiosity about other people.   It gives you a shot at learning something new, which insisting on your rightness definitely does not.  As a bonus, it looks humble, generous, courageous, and wise – because it is.  The world is a messy, confusing, complicated place, and none of us is above getting it wrong.  Accept that, and, ethically and intellectually, you’ve done right.

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Unhappy Hipsters

To keep you entertained… http://unhappyhipsters.com/

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