September 2002 archive

(124 entries)

September 29, 2002

Call me Nombrile

Sophie has just informed me that Sarah means "belly-button" in Arabic. Delightful.

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Tags: language

Happy birthday

I don't know if I will be at a computer between now and Tuesday, so happy birthday to my beloved little duckling, who will soon save me from admitting that I'm dating a teenager. Muchas smooches.

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Tags: boys

Voyage du jour

I'm in Grenoble for the weekend, staying with my host family and picking up my suitcase. Françoise wanted to do something to entertain me this afternoon (which is very nice, considering I'm not their American anymore), so she and Jean-Pierre and I went to the Monastère de la Grande Chartreuse, a monastery nearby where the Carthusian order was started and where they make the liqueur. It was a nice museum tour and we walked around the grounds a bit, which are completely lovely. It's a very wild, natural area, surrounded by mountains and greenness and forest animals. A very agreeable afternoon spent, and a recommended visit if you're in the Isère.

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Tags: travel

Meeuuuuh! (28.9.02)

Vichy's one-and-only (that I've found, anyway) Internet café is running over with nerdtosterone. That's the only way I can think of to describe it. Upon entering their dark, dank lair, I immediately feel out of place, as I am almost always a) the only female and b) the only one not playing computer games.

The residents of Echapp sit there for hours at a time (which I know because I myself am there for hours at a time), spending Euro after Euro (the place is rather expensive), playing violent computer games. One of the games involves shooting people on a farm or something. I sit there, surfing away, surrounded by mooing and gunshots and the defeated screams of the players who have accidentally shotten each other.

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A la chasse (28.9.02)

Today I was wasting time before my train by wandering around the pedestrianiwed shopping area of Vichy and heard English. I hid on the other side of the postcard rack and listened, but they weren't talking anymore. I followed them down the street and I think I freaked them out by the way I was staring. I finally approached them (I wasn't going to, but I thought I should explain why I was being so creepy) and found out that they were Irish, Swedish, German, etc., that they were (for reasons I didn't ask about) staying in a castle in the middle of nowhere, and that they had come to Vichy for a visit to the Big City. I thought that was amusing because most of the vichyssois I've met leave Vichy for a taste of city-living.

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Douze heures (28.9.02)

My work schedule has yet to be worked out, but I know that it will be twelve hours a week, which they will try to fit into three days a week. Thus, I have 156 hours a week left to fill. If you want une carte postale vichyssoise, email me your address. I imagine I will be doing a lot of writing.

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Le plaisir des petites choses (28.9.02)

Agnès lent me La première gorgée de bière by Philippe Delerm. It's quite an enjoyable series of essays, each no more than three pages long, about some small pleasure or displeasure in life, described in great detail, à la Amélie Poulain or ickle. It's a pretty easy read and essays and short stories are always nice because you can put them down and pick them back up later.

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Tags: books

Presque pas (28.9.02)

Yesterday I went to a meeting of the Club Cinéma with Agnès. At one point, when they were talking about recruiting young people from the Pôle Lardy and the CAVILAM, Agnès pointed out that une assistante américaine had come to the meeting of her own free will, and there must be other young people who would be interested.

So after the meeting, hordes of people came up to talk to me and find out where I was from and what I was doing in Vichy. Americans are much rarer here than in Grenoble. The Vice-President of the club, who is very entertaining, said I had almost no accent. This was reassuring, because I've been feeling like a stumbling beginner ever since I got here, spitting out horribly accented, grammatically incorrect sentence fragments. However, I must admit that he was basing this on the phrase I've had plenty of experience with, because I've so often had to explain my status in France: "Je suis assistante d'anglais au lycée Valery Larbaud à Cusset." I have gotten very good at parroting this out to people.

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Tags: assistantship, french

Dream (28.9.02)

I had a very pleasant dream last night where I was watching the first episode of MDs. Dr. Dalgety arrived at the hospital and Dr. Kellerman, the reckless rule-breaking doctor already installed at the hospital, didn't like him. He didn't trust Dr. Dalgety because he suspected he was one of them. I was rather disappointed that Dr. Kellerman wasn't better-looking - he looked sort of like a ferret.

There was a sort of segue as the show started to focus on the medical students, à la Scrubs. Now I was in the dream and was the main character, who was male. There was one other male and one other female student. We went to a bar with the female student's friend, who I was madly in love with.

Somewhere in the middle of this, I found myself (my actual self) walking down the street in Vichy, and overhearing a conversation between two 2002 Huron High School graduates where one (who I used to call the Snowman, because he had a round head and a round body) was confessing that he was pining away for my sister. IN the dream, I thought it was a shame that this was only a dream because Becky would have been interested to know that.

Then it was back to the Scrubs-dream and I was a sort of omniscient narrator who occasionally jumped into the characters' bodies. I could tell that the main character had a crush on the friend and that the friend had a crush on the narrator, the was one can tell these things while watching TV. They didn't know it themselves, but the female medical student wrote a note to the main character on a strange clear plastic envelope, telling him to go for it. Somehow when I, the omniscient narrator, then jumped into the main character's body, I took my brain with me, and he could see the situation the same way I had. He burst into the room and grabbed the friend and kissed her.

It was very satisfying to watch, as it always is in movies and TV when two characters finally get together.

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Tags: dream, john hannah, mds

September 27, 2002

Productivity up

Today I opened a bank account, had lunch with Renata, applied for my carte de sejour, and bought socks (I have way too many, but with the whole thinking-I'd-be-wearing-skirts thing, I didn't bring enough. If I can go a while longer without doing laundry, that's good, because I don't have time right now).

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Tags: assistantship

September 26, 2002

Make you drink from his special cup, Dr Robert

So, how was MDs?

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Tags: john hannah, mds, tv

Caught up!

I thought it would take more than one evening, but I typed up all of the posts I had written down in my notebook in my hotel room. Hurrah. And it's a good day, for many reasons.

1) I have an apartment. I had called Mme Alléas, who had Mme Massena call me, and I really had no idea what was going on. But I had a meeting with Mme Massena today and she showed me one of 15 apartments she has to rent in the Villa Montcalm, which she just bought from Mme Alléas, I guess. It's cheaper than the other one, the utilities are included in the price, and it has an oven, so that's good enough for me! I move in next week and Agnès is letting me store my suitcases in her apartment until then.

2) I found the other Americans. I checked my voicemail this morning and had three messages: two from Jennifer and one from Renata. Just yesterday I had despaired of ever finding them, and here I am, getting in touch with them both on the same day. I spent a few hours with Jennifer this afternoon and am having lunch with the two of them tomorrow.

3) I found an Internet café. Actually, Jennifer found it. Hooray! No one I had talked to knew anything about a cybercafé in Vichy, but here it is, with its ten posts (nothing, compared to Neptune!)

4) I might be able to take Spanish classes. Jennifer and I went to the CAVILAM, a language institute in Vichy. They specialize in teaching French to foreigners, then in teaching English to the French, but they do have a few classes in other languages. I have until the week of the 7th to figure out if I want to spend 211€ on intermediate Spanish lessons.

5) I feel somewhat settled. Now I just have to get a bank account, get my carte de séjour, do my paperwork at the school, and move in. I feel like things are starting to fall into place. Whereas yesterday I was calling my mommy and sobbing in a cabine téléphonique, today I am plutôt contente de la vie.

srah | 5:19 PM | TrackBack
Tags: assistantship

These boots weren't made for walking

Come to France, bored and lonely, if you're looking to lose a few pounds. Or a few inches of shoe leather for that matter. I have nothing to do so I just walk around downtown, searching the feet of passers-by for American-looking shoes.

srah | 5:03 PM | TrackBack
Tags: assistantship, readers' choice

"Yum yum" said Max

Do you know Max? Never mind.

Another delicious gastronomic specialty of the Auvergne is... beef tongue. I am in a "Tex-Mex/Français" restaurant where that is the plat du jour. I am having a steak-frites instead.

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Tags: assistantship, food

Damn you, Immo Vichy (25.9.02)

I finally got to visit an apartment today. This one was through an agency, Immo Vichy. The Immo Vichy woman showed me the apartment, which was a delightful studio (read: kitchen in the bedroom) with construction work going on outside, no closet space, no linens, and no oven, all for the delightful price of 250€, which of course does not include tax or utilities. I told her I'd call her.

I got an email from one of the other American assistants in the Vichy agglomeration, telling me her phone number and address and saying she was lonely and had an apartment. Unfortunately, it's too good to be true, as the number she gave me doesn't work and the buzzer outside the place she gave me the address of doesn't have her name on it yet, so I don't know which buzzer is hers.

I'll try again tomorrow, but it's very frustrating. I'm cold and tired and very very lonely (despite Agnès, one of the English profs, who makes an effort to take me out and invite me over). I want my own place and an oven and a real telephone line I can call to the US on. I want to know if I'm going to be living on my own and need to be frugal or if I can share with Jennifer and not worry about it so much. I want an address so I can get a bank account so I can get a carte de séjour so I can get paid. I want to pass one day where I don't burst out sobbing at some point from the stress and frustration and loneliness. HELP ME.

srah | 4:57 PM | TrackBack
Tags: apartment, assistantship, frustration, housing, vichy

Abbrev. movie review (24.9.02)

Saw La Callas tonight with profs from V. Larbaud. Don't know English title. Music v. good. Film dragged when there was no music. On the whole recommended, as is soundtrack.

Saw preview for I'm With Lucy (dubbed).

srah | 4:47 PM | TrackBack
Tags: assistantship, movies

A la chasse aux appartements (24.9.02)

Everything is taken or the contact number is wrong. Or it's too far away on the wrong side of town. I give up. I'm moving into the basement of l'Opéra. You can hear me play the organ and whine about Christine.

On a more serious note, I do get to visit one (overpriced, one-person) apartment tomorrow afternoon. It is supposed to have an oven. So maybe even if I'm a masked recluse, I can bake cookies. Odd mental picture, that.

srah | 4:45 PM | TrackBack
Tags: assistantship

Shopping (24.9.02)

Srah's big purchases of the day: a portable and new shoes. The shoes were for the feet that were tired of high-heeled boots and too cold for sandals. The phone was for contacting prospective apartment-renters. -Rentees? -Loaners?

The phone is red and has many features, including an alarm clock (very useful). The shoes are black bowling-style shoes and have many features, including laces (also very useful). The end.

srah | 4:40 PM | TrackBack
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Le lycée Valery Larbaud à Cusset (24.9.02)

I went to my school today to meet people and find out where it is. I walked, regretted it, and later bought new shoes. It's a very nice, modern building, built in 1997. It's full of glass and fountains and light. Do they have tornadoes in France? And more importantly, nicetomeetyoucanIuseyourcomputers?

srah | 4:34 PM | TrackBack
Tags: assistantship

Mlle. Dupont (24.9.02)

Robin and Cheryl jokingly asked if I would get to take on a French name while I was here, the way we did in middle school language classes. Well, I'm giving it serious thought. People have a real problem with putting a C right after an M in my name. I can see why: McN doesn't seem quite pronounceable. But there is so much time-wasting and confusion, and so much attention brought to me and my name, that I give up.

Following the spelling disaster, there is the standard "C'est ecossais, non?", which often leads to the misunderstanding that I myself am Scottish. I usually just let people think that. I think my hotel owners do. But then that can lead to more problems, like the German money exchange man who saw that my middle name was Abigail. He said "That's a German name," and I replied that it was English as well. "And Spanish," I added, as an afterthought. Then he started asking his colleague if she spoke Spanish so we could speak to each other in Spanish.

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Welcome to historic Vichy! (23.9.02)

I arrived, set off on the wrong street, got lost. Pulled out my bulky guidebook (the one with I AM A TOURIST written all over it in bright orange flashing letters), got to the hotel, pulled on the door, and it was locked. Why was it locked at 6:30pm? I tried again. I looked around for a doorbell for a while and thus was just standing outside the hotel when the manager came up to the door and pushed it open. Do you see our little problem there? There's really nothing to say in these situations, in English or in French.

I got my room, went upstairs and unloaded some of my crap, and started exploring, by which I mean getting lost. It was exploring until it started to rain and then it was being lost. I found my way back to the hotel, got my raincoat, and set off again, this time in search of a public telephone and some dinner.

Vichy, you are sorely lacking in three things. One is a cybercafé. Two is pedestrian crossing signals. And three is public telephones. I wandered all over, getting as lost as the last time, but finally found two. I will never be able to find my way back, however.

Then I went in search of dinner. I wanted something more than a sandwich, but that necessitated a horrible event: Dining Alone.

I don't mind dining alone as much in the US. Or I guess I don't, because I don't remember ever doing it. What makes it difficult in France is that a meal is so long (especially if you are an imbecile like moi and order a four-course menu). If you grab a sandwich, you are Girl on the Run, too busy to stop. If you sit down, you can feel the gaze of the other diners, wondering what this girl is doing, eating all alone. Or, in my case, you can hear the other diners. I only caught snippets, but I'm pretty sure the people at the next table were speculating about me.

Despite the loneliness and the stares, dinner was good. I had forgotten how much I liked fromage blanc, a cheese with a taste/texture sort of like cream cheese mixed with sour cream. You add sugar, stir, and enjoy the calcium seeping into your brittle little bones. Or at least I do.

In closing, I leave you with a somewhat altered Monty Python quote: "The town is full of French people... some of whom... are very old."

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Tags: assistantship, food

Early-year stress (23.9.02)

I've never rented an apartment or looked for an apartment or moved for that matter. I think I will survive, though, as long qs all of the apartments haven't been taken already.

Now I'm wondering about all of the other things I have to do. There's so much bureaucracy and red tape (I can't remember the French word - is it paperasse?) to get through and there's a specific order to the steps, because one must have tel document before one can acquire tel document, which one must have before one can do suchandsuch. This wouldn't be so bad if everything didn't contradict itself. Ah, la France.

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... and Pat the Bunny (23.9.02)

I amuse myself in airports and train stations by playing Spot the American. It seems to me, however, that I am not as good at the game as I used to be. This may be a temporary thing that will pass once I settle in and stop thinking everyone I see is American, in the hopes that it's one of my fellow assistants.

Sometimes I'm allowed to think I've won, but thanks to cell phones, one of my Americans always rings and answers in perfectly accented French. Drat.

srah | 12:40 PM | TrackBack
Tags: travel

Dream (23.9.02)

I dreamt last night that there were these people who were having a lot of problems adopting a child. I don't know if I, myself, was in the dream at all, but it made me very sad.

Then I dreamt I had to go back to Albion for another semester and they put me in Wesley Hall (which didn't look like Wesley in my dream). I knew which hall I was on, but not which room. I wanted the big room because I was a senior, but I thought it would be unfair to my roommate because I was leaving for France in two weeks and it would be sad to be in that big room all alone. I wondered why they had given me as a roommate to a Native Speaker if I was leaving. I went in search of my RA to see which room was mine. I must have walked through a mall, a hospital, and an airport. Finally I came to my elementary school gymnasium, where a gang was hanging out, led by Horatio Sanz from Saturday Night Live. He pinched my butt really hard; which didn't hurt so much as it made me feel embarrassed and violated. Somehow I escaped, then I woke up.

I was so sad and frustrated after those two dreams that I went back to sleep and luckily had a happier dream, which I don't remember at all.

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Found: one Internet café

Yay. Millions of posts to follow.

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September 25, 2002

'Allo 'Allo

Hello, I'm alive. I'm in Vichy and looking for apartments. I'm using the computer at the home of one of the English teachers, so... more when I have more time. Bye!

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September 23, 2002

Is it Wednesday yet?

I realized no one's seen the new site yet because it's 7:30am on a Monday in the US. Never mind my loneliness.

Don't forget to watch this on Wednesday!

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Tags: blog, john hannah, mds, tv

Un moment à la John Adams

Is anybody there? Does anybody care?...

Would you mind leaving a blah blah, just to reassure me that you've made it to the new address and that the blah blahs are still working? Sniff sniff.

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Tags: blog

So says you

Yesterday Sophie and Srah and I did a quiz that said I would be a good librarian.

people Smartie! How Are You Smart?

[via Dark Star]

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Tags: quizzes

September 22, 2002

Leaving on a jet train

Or the slow kind, actually. I'm off to Vichy tomorrow, to get my bearings, meet people at my school, and look around for an apartment, as if I know how to do such a thing. AAAAAAAH! Stress time again.

srah | 3:50 PM | TrackBack
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First random poetry at new location

From Rob's Poetry Generator

srah And the Old
dead English When
I hate you, expect to
travel, but they would like
a pretty
interesting story, on the words
wretched hive and a Sixth Sense
I leave for the pie pan. The life
of cinema did about it is a lasting
positive impact on purpose.
I kept coming to see them
was nice to radio
static, punctuated occasionally by the Monday
Mission Tuesday Wednesday Whimsy Thursday
Threesome Friday Five
minutes on
someone life. which makes
me and those
supposed to wish
myself actuallyI went home That freaked
me feel lonely.

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Je ne sais pas que idioma wo am speaking de temps en temps

With 22 years of English, 10 years of French, 1 year of Spanish, and 1 semester of Mandarin Chinese, my mind is a big linguistic muddle sometimes. I was showing my Chile pictures to Françoise last night and would switch to Spanish whenever I said a Spanish place-name, although I pronounced the Spanish place-name à la française. When I was talking to the other Srah and other Morins would enter the room, I would try to speak to them in English. When I took Chinese and didn't know the Chinese word, it would come out in English. When I'm on the phone in one language and surrounded by the other, no one understands what's going on.

What I find most interesting in this post by Meg is that my brain seems to have the same distinction between two language areas that hers does: English and "foreign". Just read it. It's funny and very true, if you've ever studied another language or travelled abroad.

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Tags: assistantship, chinese, english, french, language, spanish

Dear me

I think it's finally working. Hello there.

srah | 11:14 AM | TrackBack

Bye bye Albion

See you soon at the new location...

srah | 10:57 AM | TrackBack


My domain name has finally resolved (communication problems with Aletia, then with the company that bought Aletia...) anyway, I hope to have the blog moved there soon!

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Françoise's brother Michel and his wife, Brigitte, came for lunch yesterday. It was nice to see them again and they recognized me from the last time. When I told them what I was doing in France and told them I was going to be near Vichy, their reaction was Oh là là, c'est pas un peu humide là-bas? Lovely.

When I told Antoine I was going to be somewhere in Auvergne, he told me it was the coldest region in France.

Cold and wet. So of course now I've been here two days and am wondering what idiot packed my bags. At the time, skirts seemed like a practical idea for a teaching assistant. Now they just look cold. And remind me again why I brought one pair of comfortable walking shoes?

srah | 6:02 AM | TrackBack
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The Sunday Op-Ed

1. What kind of cinema did Cheryl and I accidentally wander into two years ago?

2. What kind of bar have I never been to?

3. What did Rotolu used to do when he slept in French class?

Click on the Op-Ed icon to see the answers and feel free to play along!

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Tags: memes, sunday op-ed

September 21, 2002

I'm With... myself, actually

I went tonight to see I'm With Lucy, a John Hannah film that has been released in France and nowhere else. I saw it dubbed into French, because I figured that was better than not seeing it at all. It was kind of oddly composed and I think that if I had been making it, I would have done it differently... or made it into two separate movies. Anyway, it was very entertaining, so I recommend it. I'm sure I'll see it again. The problem I had with the movie was that it was very romantic and made me feel lonely. Can I not see another romantic movie for seven months? Sigh...

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Tags: i'm with lucy, john hannah, movies, reviews

Oi be a French Pirate

It's probably for the best that I missed Talk Like a Pirate Day, because it would have been hard to do in French.

My pirate name is:
Red Grace Kidd
Passion is a big part of your life, which makes sense for a pirate. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!

[via Lenlowland]

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Tags: quizzes

Hey you!

It's Banned Books Week. Or maybe it was last week. Or maybe it's next week. Anyway, go find something scandalous to read.

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Tags: books, discovered

Happy yamiversary

I don't know why I put "yam". Maybe I'm insane.

Anyway, in case I don't get to a computer tomorrow (yeah right - what else is there to do in Grenoble on a Sunday?), happy first anniversary to my beloved widdle Pato and myself. Am I supposed to wish myself a happy anniversary? I don't know - I've never had one before.

srah | 10:07 AM | TrackBack
Tags: boys

On the Town

Last night I went out with the other Srah and her fellow Boston University program participants. First, we went to see L'Auberge espagnole, which I recommend highly to anyone who anyone who has studied, is studying, or will study abroad. It's a very accurate portrayal of the situation. It takes place in Barcelona, with students from all over Europe studying there as part of the Erasmus program (a European university exchange program).

After the movie, we went to Les Trois Canards, a very crowded bar downtown. I got rather tipsy (to the point where if I turned my head, it took a while for my vision to catch up) from one kir, then we wandered around for a while, looking for Club Vertigo. We finally gave up and went home to sleep (yay).

srah | 6:27 AM | TrackBack
Tags: alcohol, assistantship, france, grenoble, l'auberge espagnole, movies

September 20, 2002

Of course

i'm a rabbit.what kinda pet are you?

[via Chez Kamblue]

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Tags: quizzes


I've found another Srah! And she lives in my house! This is an entirely bizarre situation. We are going to the movies tonight.

Two of my fellow assistants have also been added to my list of blogs: Hello! and Chez Kamblue.

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All done with those posts. Pardon the Qs where there should be As and Zs where there should be Ws - the French keyboard is arranged differently and it will take me a while to get used to it.

I'm here in Grenoble for the weekend, then I'll be off apartment hunting in Cusset/Vichy next week. Hopefully I can find somewhere there to blog!

srah | 8:44 AM | TrackBack


Earlier this summer, the ol' high school gang and I would go out to the bar every night. After a few weeks of this, we were exhausted and destitute, so we had to come up with a new way to waste our time: baking. It's something we used to do all of the time when we were in high school. It was a return to the old days, when we were underage. The best thing about baking is that you spend a fun evening together, then you get something out of it at the end.

Sophie and I baked chocolate chip cookies at the end of my year in Grenoble. We were using a US recipe and had some American measuring cups and things, but a lot of the measurements were eyeballed, including oven temperature. We burned some, some were flat, and we added more flour halfway through the baking process. But they were still yummy.

So I've decided anyone who likes to bake can't be half bad. Do you like to bake?

srah | 8:40 AM | TrackBack
Tags: food

And so it begins

It only took me two hours in France to start seeing people who aren't there. Not in a Sixth Sense "I see dead people" kind of way, but in the way where I look at people and think they're people I know. I think I'm lonely.

srah | 8:32 AM | TrackBack
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Yo no soy el chupacabra

While waiting for my train at the airport train station, a woman came up to me and started speaking Spanish. Am I sending out Spanish vibes? Maybe it was because I was wearing the outfit Alexandra says I stole from her, so the woman thought I was Ecuadorian.

I understood (almost) everything the woman was saying, but I was afflicted with dumbness. I nodded and nodded, but when she stopped and looked at me expectantly, all I could offer was "Hablo solamente un poco español".

She eventually found what she was looking for and left. Which was too bad, because I'd been zorking for five minutes on a doozy of a second sentence.

srah | 8:26 AM | TrackBack
Tags: spanish

Travellin' man girl

I don't like travelling.

It's not that I don't like to travel, but that I don't like travelling. Being in transit makes me nervous, especially with all of this luggage. How am I ever going to get to Grenoble?

srah | 8:19 AM | TrackBack
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At Frankfurt airport

Money-exchange man, looking at my birthdate in my passport: "You look smaller than you are. This will be good thing later."

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Thoughts from Detroit-Frankfurt flight

You may call me the Pied Piper, for I seem to be attracting children. Crying - or just screaming for the fun of it - children who want to sit next to me and play with toys that make noises like planes falling towards the earth. Lovely.

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Overheard at Detroit Metro

Woman on cell phone: "Get your dog pregnant so you can get some money and come with us."

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Goodbye suckhole

"Welcome, travellers, to Detroit Metropolitan Airport, which is not as much of a suckhole as it used to be!"

If that isn't written above the doors, it should be.

Lufthansa has recently moved into the newly-built McNamara terminal, the home of Detroit's Northwest flights. It is clean and shiny and spacious. It has shops and a little tramway to take you from one end to the other. In other words, it is everything that the rest of Detroit Metro isn't.

Detroit Metro used to be the suckiest airport I've ever been to. The only thing I liked about it was that it was either at the beginning or the end of all of my flights, so I didn't have to spend extended periods of time there, waiting for a connection. Now, if you're flying Northwest, KLM, Lufthansa, Continental, or Air China, you can wander in comfort.

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Tags: travel

Passenger Manifesto

For the first time, I had to fill out a Passenger Manifest form, which the Department of Transportation has supposedly made mandatory for US citizens. Harini and her family have done it every time they've flown since September 11, but I didn't have to do it when I went to Chile and Robin hasn't when she's visited Bob in Virginia. What it is, is they have you fill out a card with the name and phone number of a person to contact if you are blown to smithereens.

The word "manifest" makes me think of manifesto, which makes me think of the Unabomber. How comforting.

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Suzy Traveller and Joe Badlypacked

My dad helped me out by dragging my enormous suitcase through the airport while I pulled my carry-on and carried my purse. For a moment, I caught a glimpse of my reflection with my sensible bag and high-heeled boots and thought, There is a business professional, travelling off somewhere with her sensible luggage. I looked back at my dad, lugging a monster of a bag through the airport and thought, There's someone who packed waaaaaaaaaay too much stuff.

The horrible thing is that I was the bad packer, with the savvy traveller on top. Boo packing. If I get to Grenoble, it will be a miracle.

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Travelling stress

I was a bundle of nerves as I prepared to leave for France. That morning, I had finally decided to be nervous, and nervous I was. Even more so after my bags were packed and I was foreseeing carrying that mammoth suitcase all over France, when I could barely lift it at all.

Where earlier I had been envisioning comical scenarios in the Franquefort airport, trying to learn German, all I cared about was getting to Grenoble with my horrible valises maladroites.

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Earlier this week, I was walking out of Borders and going to my car. As I walked through the parking lot, a car came driving striaght at me. I thought it was angling to get into a parking space, but it kept coming towards me. I very awkwardly jumped out of the way... just as it pulled into a handicapped parking space. Uh, I hate to tell you this, lady, but eligibility for a handicapped space is not based on how many people you have handicapped.

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Las collecciones

When I was in Chile, Alex's mom asked me if I collected anything. I couldn't come up with anything at the time, but now I have: I collect socks.

I don't do it on purpose. I just love to buy socks with fun and interesting designs on them. Sock-choosing was one of the more difficult elements of the packing process because I love them all. And the wide array of socks I was choosing from was... atrocious, really. I have way too many socks!

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Honey, I'm home

I've arrived in Grenoble, where I'm spending the weekend and typing up all thirteen or so of the posts I wrote down on the trip here. I hqd forgotten hoz ,uch I hqted French keyboqrqds:::

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September 18, 2002

Just so's you know

All week For months, I've been rather bored and aloof about going to France. Well this morning, I woke up and I am now scared out of my mind. So I guess I'm human after all.

Drat. There go my mutant super-powers.

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Après moi, la deluge of posts in franglais

A plus, tout le monde! The WeatherPixie is now set for Vichy. Be sure to update your browsers so that you can see title tags like this (mouseover "this" to see if you can), because I'm sure I'll be blogging away in French/Franglais once I get there and you'll want to read the translations.

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September 17, 2002

Goodbye to the Albionites

Becky and Alex came to Ann Arbor today to say goodbye to me before I left and to distract me from the packing I was supposed to be doing. It's weird not having Becky come to the airport to see me off, for the first time in my long traveling experience.

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Another lovely thing about Auvergne, Let's Go points out, is their regional delicacies, including tripoux, which is sheep's feet stuffed with sheep's stomach. Sounds almost as appetizing as haggis!

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Don't drink the water

I always meant to post, and I think I never did, about the sources de Vichy, the mineral springs in and near the town, that are supposed to cure all kinds of ills and attract people from all over the world to drink them. My 2000 Let's Go guide describes the various types of water as: disgusting, nauseating, lukewarm, carbonate-charged, powerful, flat, chock-full of sulphur, rotten-egg smell, vile, hard-hitting, and lingering.

I hope the tap water's okay...

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Best school ever

My lycée sent me a packet with a big picture of the school on the front. It looks very lovely. It was only built in 1997. Inside, the packet has details about each of the fields of study (it's all Greek to me - I can't tell the difference between a BEP carrières sanitaires et sociales and a BAC sciences médico-sociales) and, more importantly, leads on accomodations. So I should be pretty set by the time I get there. Now all I have to worry about it how to lug my millions of pairs of shoes (that's what's going to weigh down the suitcase) all over France. Glorious.

The other day, one of the English teachers emailed me and mentioned that she'd visited my site and that they'd have to recruit me to use my web-skills, too. As Mr Burns would say, eeeeexcellennnnnnnt. I hope they would pay me extra. That would probably look good on, say, a graduate school application.

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Have you noticed that my blog hasn't had much actual content recently? Sigh. I should blog about something, as soon as I find something to blog about. Maybe I will get some stories on the way to Paris.

(Recently?, exclaim the multitudes.)

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Shoulda but didna

AAAAAAAH! Why didn't I start packing earlier? Why didn't I clean my room faster? I leave tomorrow. There is way too much to do. But the Pato is coming to visit me and to say goodbye. We shall have to put him to work.

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The Thursday Tuesday This-or-That?

1. Portland, Maine or Portland, Oregon?
I've never been to either. Neither have I been to Maine or Oregon and neither do I know anything about either state. We'll go with Oregon, because it sounds slightly warmer.

2. New York or New Jersey?
New Jersey has a bad reputation, so I'll go with New York State, even though we once went to a Syracuse Taco Bell where their 59/79/99 cent menu was 69/89/1.09. I was young at the time and very bothered by this.

3. Van Gogh or Van Halen?
Now I think I know
What you tried to say, to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free:
They would not listen; they're not listening still--
Perhaps they never will.

4. Bill Clinton or Bill Gates?
Bill Clinton, I guess. He's rather dopey, whereas the other is probably eeeeeeevil.

5. Leonardo daVinci or Leonardo DiCaprio?
daVinci was a Renaissance Man and a genius. Leonardo DiCaprio should have drowned faster.

6. "American Pie" or "American Idol"?
Don McLean's version is long and Madonna's is dumb. I hated American Idol even as I was addicted to it, so we will go with American Pie (not the sequel) because it takes place in Michigan.

7. George W. Bush or Curious George?
I'll go with the smarter of the two monkeys. Just call me The Man in the Yellow Hat.

8. Billy Joel or Billy Idol?
You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for.

9. Donny Osmond or Donald Duck?
I've never been much of a fan of Donald Duck. I'm not much of a fan of Donny Osmond, either, but I like Mulan and Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. I wonder which my sister prefers?

10. Dr. Seuss or Dr. Kevorkian?
"Poor Charlie... tough decision!" We'll go with Dr. Seuss.

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September 16, 2002

Worse host

Read the very polite email Adam got from his (former) webhosting company: Tales from customer service.

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Bad host

I hate you, Aletia/NIC. You are incredibly unhelpful, but so cheap. And so, because I am so very cheap, I will stick with you, hating you all the while.

Anyone notice how I don't have a domain name yet? Yeah, that would not be my fault. Grr and rarrrr.

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The Monday Mission

1. Do you have a favorite piece of poetry or prose written by someone else? Care to share it?
Since seeing (and researching before seeing) Pandaemonium, I've been obsessed with Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, when I ought to have been obsessed with Wordsworth's Daffodils instead. I blogged it last January.

2. In High School, did you enjoy creative writing? Do you currently do any other writing in addition to your Blog?
I loved creative writing from elementary school onwards. Unfortunately, I don't get as many chances to do it these days. I wrote some fold-over stories with Becky a couple of weeks ago (you write part, then fold it over so only the last line is showing... it creates a ridiculous mess).

3. Have you ever noticed that the Blog entries you least expect to get the most comments do, and those you expect to generate a lot of feedback don't? Which Blog entry of yours surprised you by getting a lot of comments? Which one did you think would generate a lot but didn't?
People were very fascinated by earwax. I like it when people carry on conversations or arguments in my blahblahs. I don't like it when I ask a question and no one answers it.

4. Sometimes you get a chance to make a lifestyle change that has a huge impact on the course your life takes. That is, a moment where something became very clear to you, and that realization changed your life, such as: the need to leave a relationship, to stop an addiction, to bond with someone, to start a new career, and so on. Have you ever had an "awakening" moment in your life?
Uh... I must still be asleep.

5. Then there are other times where you can have a huge impact on someone else's life. You suggest they see a doctor, stop them from taking that last drink, or maybe just say some kind words at the moment. Have you made a lasting positive impact on the life of someone else?
Not that I can think of...

6. Are there any charities or organizations which you support? How did you come to be involved with them?
No. I'm bad. When I'm a grown-up and have money, I would like to support My Local Public Television Station. Does that count?

7. Care to collaborate with me? Help me out and write the rest of this poem:
I drifted though a dream last night,
visions full of colors bright.
My thoughts began to drift to you,
and in an instant we were two.

I touched your hand,
We began to blend,
Filled with a feeling
that should have no end.

AABB, CDED. No thank you.

BONUS: Hey cutie, what's up with this attitude?
I am pleasant for no one but Alf.

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I've gone all kooky because between my mother, my sister and I, we seem to have only brought books on vacation that had to do with old, dead English royalty. So I feel like calling everyone courtiers and knaves. So there.

I finally got around to reading The Shadow of Albion, the book I mentioned searching for earlier. Boy was I glad I spent all that mental energy thinking about that book! Oh wait, no. It was a pretty interesting story, but it bothered Becky that as I read it, I would point out all of the mistakes, things that didn't make historical sense, and inconsistencies (one character was another's brother, then her father, then her brother again).

However, all that did not turn me off from reading the sequel, Leopard in Exile. I had thought that The Shadow of Albion was laughable, but this was even better. Somehow the French got drastically worse, the inconsistencies were more frequent, and it went off on this kooky-hippie-magic tangent that freaked me out. The authors also used the words "wretched hive" and "scum and villainy" in the same sentence, as though we weren't automatically going to think of Obi-Wan Kenobi. What weirdos. I want to write them a letter. My dad suggested that they may have been under a deadline and may have submitted a rough draft to the publisher. Either that or they were taking a lot of drugs.

The Other Boleyn Girl was much better, but I kept getting confused while I was reading it. I had spent the past few days in the early 19th century, and now I was popped back to the 16th. After a while, all of English history starts to blend in together... always fighting the French, or allying with the French against Spain, or pretending to ally with Spain against France, while really allying with Denmark against Belgium...

Now I'm back in the 21st century for a few days, until I get on the plane with my flight-reading material, The Scarlet Pimpernel, which takes place in early 19th-century England and France. Eek.

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Who is the only dumbass who could go on a four-day trip to Virginia and forget pyjama pants, hairbrush, lotion, toothbrush/paste, deodorant, etc. at home? That would be me, ladies and gentlemen.

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Entirely disgusting post

Remember, months ago, when I had a disgusting obsession with earwax? Kate and JDay mentioned, in the blahblahs, something about the process of candling. I couldn't imagine how it worked. It made me think of Homer Simpson (was it Homer or some other TV character?) sticking a lighted Q-tip in his ear.

As we were driving up from Virginia today, we stopped for dinner at the Big Boy in Bowling Green, Ohio (hello, Sheila). Near the exit, they had a pile of free newspapers called The Hamster Mat. There isn't much identifying this newspaper, who makes it, or where it comes from, but it does have a fascinating story on candling:

...This natural method of removing wax and fungal deposits [!] using a hollow beeswax and fiber candle dates back to 2500 BC.
[Doesn't it seem ridiculous to stick a wax candle in your ear to get the wax out? Oh well, have to get the fungus out too. Out, damned fungus!]
...The long candle extends through a hole in a disposable aluminum pie pan. The candler lights the wide end and waits till smoke wafts out the tapered end which is then inserted into the ear.
[Wha--? Where does the pie pan come in? I guess it has to catch the nastiness, but I'm having trouble picturing this contraption. And also wha--? There is SMOKE going into your HEAD? Isn't that a bad thing? Won't that make your ear dirty and smoky?]
During the procedure, the ear warms gently and the client hears a sound similar to radio static, punctuated occasionally by a sort of slurping sound as wax is drawn up the tube by the vacuum...

So let me get this straight. First of all, there may be fungus in my ear. Second of all, the way to get it out is to SMOKE it out. And third of all, while the wax is dripping out of my head, it will sound like the aliens from Signs are trying to contact me.

Sounds like fun.

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The Sunday Op-Ed

1. What hard-to-find (in France) spreadable food will I not miss while I'm somewhere beyond the sea?

2. What did I taste - mixed with alcohol - at my aunt and uncle's wedding reception this weekend?

3. Where am I going to have my one-person wedding?

Click on the Op-Ed icon for the answers!

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September 12, 2002


I'm off for the weekend, to Aunt Pat's wedding in Virginia. Bye bye.

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An American (soon to be) in Europe

My two-word reaction to this article: ho hum. My three-word reaction: back to normal.

When I am in France, I will not expect to be treated specially because I'm an American. I didn't expect it in 2000-01 and I won't expect it this year. Just because your country exports low-quality hamburgers and an annoying squeaky cartoon mouse, that doesn't mean that you deserve special treatment. Just because your country was attacked over a year ago, that doesn't mean that you deserve special treatment.

More likely than being treated specially, I will be expecting some abuse for my citizenship. Americans will not be very popular, especially if Señor Arbusto goes to war with Iraq against everyone else's judgment. It's hard to represent your country, especially if you don't agree with and don't want to defend the things that it does. You have to develop a thicker skin than the people in this article.

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September 11, 2002

September 11

I haven't really had a good chunk of time today to sit down at a computer and do my obligatory blog-post on the one year anniversary of the events of September 11, 2001. I still don't have a chunk of time, so I won't do the where I was and how I felt tonight. Maybe I won't at all.

All I will say is that I don't feel this is my day for mourning. When it happened, I watched it and it was very tragic and I cried. When I watched the special on it on TV, I cried. But I realize, too, that I didn't lose any family members or friends that day. I was crying because I was thinking about the people who did, and thinking what if I had lost someone?. I think that today is a day of mourning for all those who did lose someone that day, and I feel disconnected from that.

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Hate me, Cheryl

Miracle Max Which Princess Bride Character are You?

[via Angry White Girl Blog]

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Pato, you must take this quiz

This quiz needed more choices. How do I make my John Hannah quiz?

Which Ian McKellen are you?

[via Lisa]

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No, Frou Frou, breathe out!

I am honored - no, disturbed is more the word I was looking for - to be the only result for this search. Thank you, freaky-deaky Star Wars fan. While we're at it, this one is pretty odd, too.

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September 10, 2002

Nimen hao!

'Hello to you' in Mandarin Chinese, written very badly in the wrong direction using shaky hands, one semester of education, and MS Paint
This page is accessible in China. Is yours?

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The Tuesday This-or-That?

1. Paper or plastic? I like paper bags and plastic money.
2. Stripes or plaid? Ye dinnae ken, hen?
3. Baseball or football? Football, because I hate baseball.
4. TV or movies? Movies. More thought goes into the writing of them, I think.
5. Craig Kilborn or Conan O'Brien? Conan, because he has red hair.
6. Amazon or Amazon.
7. Yahoo or Google? Google, because it's good and because Yahoo is eeeeeevil.
8. Star Trek or Star Wars? Potato-asteroids are better than cardboard sets!
9. Cats or dogs? Not too attached to either, actually. I've always had dogs, but I think I would like a cat because they're more independent.
10. Is that for here or to go? For here. I hate eating in the car. I like to have a flat surface to lay things on.

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Too politically correct?

Here is an interesting blog-post about the word niggardly. One teacher was even fired for using the word in class. The word always makes me a bit uncomfortable, but I realize that my discomfort is ridiculous.

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Are you pondering what I'm pondering?

Which Animaniacs Character are You? You have megalomaniacal impulses regularly. That's not necessarily a bad thing, however, as you have the cranial capacity of a small planet. Trying to take over the world is hard work, though, and you're not above exploiting your lessers. Even now, you have a plan that's being enacted which will pitch the world's economy into turmoil, leaving the floodgates of trade exposed for the sole owner of stock in the company! You are en route to taking over the world!
Oh, and you ARE pondering what I'm pondering.

[via Aspire to the Stars]

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My big fat movie experience

I went to see My Big Fat Greek Wedding last night with Robin. It was really funny and (pardon me for being a nerd here) an interesting view into cultural differences. Sometimes we forget that we don't even have to leave the city to find someone who has a different way of doing things. End nerd rant. The movie was really funny, the love story was sweet and the heroine was a real character, rather than some prepackaged Hollywood junk. Go see it.

The movie only strengthens my desire to get married on the moon and not invite anyone at all, including the groom. All of you, go away.

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I know BlogBack is down at the moment, but it seems to be contagious. Either that or I have too many windows open, so it's causing some kind of error that prevents everyone's comments from loading. Anyway, I would like to leave comments for you and you and you and you.

But I can't. So come and get 'em here. Or I'll just keep them here for you until I can give 'em to you proper. Something. Going to stop talking now. Typing, that is.

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Bad kitty!

Cats are evil because...

1) you might accidentally worship one
2) there may or may not have been some there when John the Baptist was beheaded
3) the Bible didn't say anyone important had a cat, so that means they didn't
4) science says it's bad too
5) it's just so tough emptying the litter box all the time

So, in conclusion, cats are evil and should be stoned to death, but don't come crying to me when the police arrest you for stoning a cat.

And while you're at it, don't eat lecithin.

It reminds me of the father in My Big Fat Greek Wedding, trying to tell people the Greek origins of words like "kimono" and "Miller". He wanted to prove something and he ended up with an answer, even if the stuff along the way didn't make any sense.


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I'm cleaning out my clawzit under my bed

I found my papers from Grenoble while digging around under my bed. I looked at one of my assignments, which was to write an imaginary break-up letter, using various subjunctive-triggering phrases. This was the result:


Comme dit Serge Gainsbourg : je suis venue te dire que je m'en vais. Tout sympa que tu as été, j'ai trouvé un nouveau petit ami. J'ai voulu t'écrire une lettre pour te dire tout ce que j'ai dû supporter pendant les quatre jours que nous avons passés ensemble, pour que tu puisses corriger les défauts de ton caractère afin de trouve une nouvelle petite amie.

Bien que j'aie dit le contraire, tes collections de timbres ne m'ont pas impressionnée. Si nombreux qu'ils soient, ce sont tous des timbres français que tu viens d'acheter à la Poste.

Je veux te dire aussi que tu es chauve. Tu as beau arranger n'importe comment les trois cheveux qui te restent, pourtant il n'y en a que trois.

Au risque de te donner une crise émotionnelle, je te dis que tu es trop sensible. Les femmes aiment bien un homme qui n'a pas peur de montrer ses émotions, toutefois il ne fallait pas pleurer quand nous sommes allés voir « La Tour Montparnasse infernale » ou le cirque. Où que nous soyons allés, tu as pleurniché et j'en ai marre ! Et je ne suis pas un mouchoir !

Quand bien même j'essayerais, je ne pourrais pas supporter tous ces défauts, donc je te quitte. Malgré tous tes problèmes, il me reste l'espoir qu'il y a quelqu'un dans le monde qui ne les remarquera pas et que tu trouveras l'amour quand même.

And in English:

Hi :

As Serge Gainsbourg said: I've come to tell you I'm leaving. As nice as you were, I've found a new boyfriend. I wanted to write you a letter to tell you everything I had to put up with during the four days we spent together, so that you can correct all of your character flaws and find a new girlfriend.

Although I said the opposite, your stamp collections didn't impress me. As numerous as they were, they were all French stamps that you had just bought at the post office.

I also want to tell you that you are bald. Go ahead and arrange however you like those three hairs you have left, but there are still only three.

At the risk of giving you an emotional breakdown, I will tell you that you are too sensitive. Women like a man who isn't afraid to show his feelings, but you really didn't need to cry when we saw "La Tour Montparnasse Infernale" [a very stupid comedy] or the circus. Wherever we went, you sniffled, and I've had enough of it! And I'm not a handkerchief!

As much as I could try, I would never be able to put up with your faults, so I'm leaving you. Despite all of these problems, I still have hope that there is someone in the world who won't notice them and you will find love anyway.

What a fun assignment. I should make my students do that in English.

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September 8, 2002

Let me entertain... me

I am still at Albion. I stuck around a bit longer to help the sister redesign her weblog and set up a commenting system. So go over there and leave some comments. Maybe that will encourage her to blog about her Exciting New Life At College.

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I wanted to be the gifted, reclusive one

your parents were lucky with you. you're sweet.
innocent. helpful. and cute.
what kind of child were you?

[via Bitsy]

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'Do you always feel the need to have a story to tell?'

Paranoid: Low
Schizoid: Low
Schizotypal: Moderate
Antisocial: Low
Borderline: Low
Histrionic: High
Narcissistic: Moderate
Avoidant: Moderate
Dependent: Low
Obsessive-Compulsive: Moderate

Take the test!

[via Bitsy]

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'Gimli and Legolas were suggesting a massive orgy'

Would you like to see The Fellowship of the Ring in a strangely abridged hand-puppet-form? Of course you would.

[via reenhead]

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Uh oh

10 days until I leave. Extent of my packing? A few things tossed towards a suitcase. Hmmm.

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Apparently Albion's theatre nerds have been swapping sexually suggestive Star Wars lines recently. I didn't realize there was a master list on the Internet...

[via Blogatelle]

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The Sunday Op-Ed

1. What nighttime activity of my father's keeps us all awake when we share a motel room?

2. What do people say I do "like a gerbil"?

3. What was I doing when I saw Sam Gamgee chase after Frodo's boat and almost drown?

Click on the Op-Ed icon for the answers!

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September 7, 2002

Big liars!

I am at Albion. They told me my Novell account was disabled, but I went to the computer lab in I-House, tried (just to see), and here I am. I even have a printing quota. Anyone want 600 pages of anything on the Albion dollar?

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What does "kie to" mean?

Sometimes I feel like I'm talking to a real-life Joey Tribbiani... only dumber. AAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

Yes, this post is deliberately vague. I had to vent. Bye now.

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September 6, 2002

It was me it was me it was me

A while ago, I blogged about a book:

I remember someone I knew was once reading a novel that took place in a world where one of Charles II of England's children was found to be or was declared legitimate and inherited the throne. The modern world was very different in some ways, but the same in other ways. I can't be more specific because I think I only read the back of the book.

I got very frustrated because I couldn't remember the title. I was even more frustrated because I remembered reading the back at my grandparents' house in South Carolina, so I knew someone in my family had bought the book. They'd read it and were just refusing to tell me the title because they hated me.

Srah srah srah. You are so very stupid.

As we were cleaning out the basement this summer, the book was rediscovered. Do you know who bought the book? Do you know who I was so frustrated at? Me, that's who. Yargh!

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Who are you and what are you doing in my house?

My errand o' the day was to pick Howie up at the groomer's. "Groomer's". Sounds fancy. Perhaps I should say "Haircutting Place". Or "Furcutting". I wouldn't call this place a "Groomer's" because he always ends up looking like a cross between a rat and a lizard.

A tangential story about the Furcutting Place is that it's in a building that until recently was some kind of Asian Health Spa or something that got shut down when it was revealed as a brothel. After the Furcutters moved in, they kept getting boxes of high-heeled shoes in the mail. Back to story.

As I drove over to the Furcutting Place, I was imagining a scenario where I asked for Howie and they gave me some completely different dog.

"What features does this dog have?" I asked the imaginary Furcutting Place lady.
"What?" she asked, confused.
"I was just wondering if this was supposed to be an upgrade from the dog we brought in and what advantages it had over our old model."

I waited while the stupid woman at the Furcutting Place talked to her other customer and ignored me. I waited while she looked to see if we'd prepaid. She couldn't find any record, so she decided we had. I hope we hadn't. I waited while she went into the back to see if anyone knew what Howie looked like.

She came out with Howie on a leash. He looked like a rat-lizard. She was about to hand me the leash when she suddenly pulled back.

"This isn't Howie," she said. I stared at him. Sure looked like Howie. She explained that they had two cocker spaniels there that day. Sure looked like Howie to me. Why don't they label their dogs, anyway? Her judgment that this dog was not Howie was based on the fact that he was dirty. He wasn't dirty. She was blind.

She decided it was Howie, after all, but now she had me confused. I had to check him over. He had Howie's skin problems, which was why she thought he was dirty. He had tags from Howie's various veterinarians. He didn't answer to "Howie", which was a pretty sure indication that it was him. I decided if he wasn't Howie, he was close enough. Any dog other than Howie would be an upgrade, anyway.

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I hope no one expects me to ever have an up-to-date browser. Setup failed again. I give up. I will have to transport my ginormous CPU to a land of happy glamourous fast connection or something.

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Packing? Whazzat?

One of the hardest things about packing is going to be deciding which CDs to bring and which to leave behind. I am a very picky kind of person who can't listen to the same CD two days in a row, except maybe these two. Maybe I should just take nothing and buy all-new CDs at the Fnac in Vichy... oh wait, there isn't one.

I always thought my CD collection was pretty small, but that's because I lived with Roommate, who has the largest CD collection on earth. Mine, apparently, pales only in comparison with hers. People would come to our room, look around, and gasp.

So I can't take all of them. Which shall it be? What CDs couldn't you live without for seven months?

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Tags: assistantship, music

Open message to Eleanor Rigby

First of all, it's really creepy that you keep a face in a jar by the door. But then you go and wear it? No wonder you're a lonely person.

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I love this connection. I am updating IE from 5.5 or whatever I had to 6, because Sue's blog told me to. I've already downloaded the installation program, so now it's going about installing the things I picked (I may have gotten a little greedy with my Pan-European language support and all, but hey - a girl has to learn Bulgarian sometime). Only 4 hours and 6 minutes remaining! It'll be done in no time!

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I have been making some efforts (although clearly I'm not at the moment, because I'm sitting at the computer, typing) to clean my room. Apparently there is carpet on the floor in my room. I can almost see it. Mommy would be proud. How can someone who is so obsessed with dusting between the keyboard keys live in such clutter? Maybe I see the keyboard as something I can handle, whereas the room is completely out of control.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! How am I going to get this room clean before I leave? Any volunteers to clean it for me? I haven't cleaned under my bed in at least five years, I'm sure.

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Anyone have a link to a regular Keirsey test?

My Bloginality is ISFJ.

[via Sheri~SHOT]

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Something bothers me? Fancy that

You know what bothers me? When people call September 11th "nine-one-one". I don't like "nine-eleven" much better, but the "nine-one-one" just gets under my skin and it MAKES me comPLETEly inSANE. Ding ding ding ding ding!

It's not even a year later, so it's hard to tell, but I wonder if that date will be forever poisoned in our minds. I heard something on the radio about a contest that ended on September 11th. My immediate thought was "Oooh, what bad taste". How ridiculous. Life can't just stop functioning just because of one date.

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What revolution are You?


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September 5, 2002


Every summer, I sign up for the Summer Reading Program at the Ann Arbor District Library. I don't go to the library too often, so I often don't turn in my card at the end of the summer. I sign up for the program, not to get the prizes and free stuff (canoe rentals? Who wants canoe rentals?), but to encourage myself to read better.

If left to my own devices, I would read smut, children's books, and books I've already read. By signing up for the reading program, I acknowledge the possibility that someone might eventually look at the list of books I've read and judge me on them. So, while the reading program doesn't keep me from reading smut, children's books and books I've already read, it forces me to broaden my horizons and read at least six books I would actually be willing to admit to reading.

Thus, here is the List of Books That I Read This Summer That I Am Willing To Admit to Having Read:

Blest Ganas, Alberto. Martín Rivas
This was a suggestion from Alex. It's one of his favorite books - about a young man from Copiapó goes to Santiago to find work and ends up falling in love with his employer's daughter. My immediate thought while reading it was that Becky would like it, because the love story, characters and social commentary reminded me of Jane Austen. It also teaches a bit about Chilean culture and history.

Ehrenreich, Barbara. Nickel and Dimed
When we went to the Upper Peninsula, I finished Martín Rivas sooner than expected and didn't have anything else to read. So I read Becky's Common Reading Experience book. All incoming first-year students at Albion are given a book to read during the summer and discuss in class during the first few weeks of school. This was an interesting one about a reporter who went "undercover" to report on the experiences of trying to survive on minimum wage. She worked various jobs, in housekeeping, waitressing, and in a nursing home, and it was about her struggles to make ends meet and the other people she met who were trying to do the same.

Mina, Denise. Garnethill
I bought this book in England, so it had to be over a year ago. It sat around, got lost, and I found it again. It was a pretty enjoyable Scottish mystery about a victim of sexual abuse tracking another abuser, who murdered her boyfriend.

Bernard Shaw, George. Pygmalion
When we saw My Fair Lady on the stage this summer, I realized I had seen My Fair Lady on stage and screen and I'd seen the movie version of Pygmalion. I'd never read or seen the original play, so I checked it out of the library. George Bernard Shaw is a big language snob. I don't know if I like him or hate him.

Diamant, Anita. The Red Tent
Carmen mentioned this early in the summer and I decided I'd give it a try. It's based on the biblical story of Dinah, the only daughter of Jacob. I wrote about the book earlier this summer. Pretty good - interesting observations about being in a foreign culture.

Allende, Isabel. Daughter of Fortune
This was a nice easy read - sort of a cross between Martín Rivas and a smut book. The main character falls in love and follows her lover from Chile to California, where he has gone to strike it rich during the Gold Rush. Along the way, she meets interesting people and has adventures. One of the friends she makes is a Chinese physician, so I also learned a lot about early 19th century Chile and China.

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Tags: books, pygmalion


I drooled all over myself at the dentist's office again today, when I went in to have cavities filled. Now I'm trying not to dribble soup all over myself.

There was something seriously wrong with our computer records. First, our last name was the only-slightly different yet completely unpronounceable "Nc Nitt". The address that the dentist's office had for our family was also a little out of date. Pretty interesting, actually, since I've lived in the same house all of my life. In fact, the address they had on record was at least TWENTY-FOUR YEARS out of date because it was the address where my dad lived in college.

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I don't live in undergraduate housing, but I am part of the problem

"At any given moment in Ann Arbor, it's impossible to walk down any street where there is undergraduate housing without hearing 'Get Up Stand Up' coming from five different porches."
- "Bob Marley's 'Legend' outlawed on college campuses"

The Onion is always good for a giggle.

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Same bat pages, new bat address

I'm tired and my head hurts. But I like to play on the computer. I'm transferring files from my Albion webspace to my Aletia webspace. I'm still not going to tell you the new URL... until I get the word that it's been set up all right and is working. So there. You'll have to stew a bit longer.

I'm so excited to have my own domain name. I'm such a freak.

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September 4, 2002

Email can be good

When I opened up my email tonight, I had 26 new messages. Rather impressively, it wasn't all spam. Along with the barrage of emails from my fellow France-assistants, I have one from Sophie, who's back from Mali, and another from an English teacher at le Lycée V. Larbaud. Another message talks about my new web hosting plan and domain name (changeover to come soon, I hope!). In addition to all that, I have email from friends. Hooray!

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Well, the GRE is over. I think my scores are okay, so I don't think I'll retake it. They were really anal at the testing center about what you could bring in the test room and what you could do. You couldn't even bring in a sweatshirt, although the practice test information said you should layer just in case it's hot or cold. I prefer written tests, where you can cross out answers you know are wrong.

Whatever. I'm just glad it's over with.

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Yay, it's over

Well, American Idol is over. Kelly won. Yippedy doo. We all knew she would, anyway. What am I going to do with myself now? Oh yeah, all of the stuff I should have been doing during the hours I've been wasting in front of the television. How did they manage to drag "You won. You lost" out for TWO HOURS? Ridiculous. I screamed at the television all night, but they just kept singing that same stupid song.

My mom thinks that Kelly and Justin are going to get married and be like Sonny & Cher. I want to try out for the next one and be like the people in the outtakes. I will be singing the Oscar Mayer bologna song.

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Tags: american idol, american idol 1, justin guarini, kelly clarkson, tv

September 3, 2002


On the morrow, I shall be taking the GRE. We, being my secondary education associates and myself, have elected to participate in a perquisition into the enlightenment we have gleaned from our various alma maters in the spheres of engineering, both the mechanical and the chemical, and in the perscrutation of the phraseology of the langue française. BLARGH.

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Drug dealer

Last week, when I was sick, I made an appointment my mommy made me an appointment at the doctor's office. I couldn't get in until today, and I'm better today. But I figured I'd better go in anyway, just in case.

Some background information: I hate my doctor's office. It's actually two offices, full of staff. I've never talked to the same staff member twice, and I'm convinced they don't keep any kind of records or charts on us, because I have to answer the same questions and fill out the same forms every time I'm there. They also screwed me over on the whole Alesse thing because they're incompetent.

As I sat in the waiting room, I started to wonder why I was there. I went in to see the nurse and I think she did, too.

She had a typical medical-profession response to the situation. The situation was:

Me: I had watery eyes, sneezing, stuffy nose, runny nose, sinus pressure, sore ears, sore throat, and a cough. But I don't now. I want you to tell me what is wrong with me and then tell me if I have to do something about it. I want to be assured that it won't come back. If you can't assure me that it won't come back, I want you to tell me what to do when it does. I want you to sound like you know what you're talking about. Ideally, I would like this situation not to involve drugs.

Her: I want you out of my office.

So, drugs it is. She gave me a prescription for Allegra, even though I'm not exhibiting any symptoms anymore. Was it allergies, and the pollen has gone into hiding? Is she prescribing Allegra because she doesn't know what I have? Was it a cold and she's a quack? I'm still not clear on any of that. So... I won't be taking any Allegra unless I need it. Quack quack.

When I had the galloping crud last fall, I went to the Health Center, where they gave me Pseudo-Chlor and a flyer. The Pseudo-Chlor made me loopy enough that everyone I knew asked if I was drunk. But the flyer was the best piece of medical attention I've ever received. It was all about how when you're sick, you should inhale steam, eat soup, and eat spicy foods to clear up congestion. The advice on the flyer worked better than any medicine. So there, drug companies.

The exciting thing was that when I told her I wasn't taking the Alesse anymore, she looked through a folder in front of her, that seemed to have forms and letters from my endocrinologist and all kinds of charty goodness. They must have dug it up from the back yard, where they keep all of their files in a sophisticated pile-based organizational system.

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Tags: allergies, doctor, health

Por ejemplo, Citrón

One of the things I miss when I'm away from the United States is driving. Not the driving itself, mind you, because I hate that. But the being locked up in an enclosed space all alone. The freedom to talk or sing to yourself without inflicting it on others or being judged by them.

I love to turn a song waaaaaaay up and sing along in the car. You're enclosed with the music, you don't have to worry about bothering family members or neighbors, and you can really get into it... unless you're stopped at a light and people are staring and pointing. My favorite singing-in-the-car song is "Karma Police" by Radiohead.

Sometimes I carry on imaginary conversations in my head. Often it's when I'm trying to figure out how I'll phrase something or otherwise preparing for something. These conversations usually stay in my head, but today as I drove home from the doctor's office, I found myself talking out loud in French to an imaginary Spanish language assistant at le Lycée V. Larbaud about how I often pronounce Spanish words in a French way - especially words that also exist in French or those that end in "-on".

I'll just pretend I was talking on a hands-free car phone. The other drivers will never know.

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Tags: assistantship, driving, french, imagination, singing, spanish

An apple a day...

Today is my day of doctors' appointments. Oh joy.

I started out the day at 8:50 with a trip to the dentist. I pulled up, went into the building, and got into the frighteningly bright yellow elevator. These are the times I wish I had a digital camera. I always feel like I'm going crazy in that elevator and today was no exception. I got in and was given a choice between two floors: 1 and LL. Since the dentist's office is upstairs, I decided that that would be 1. I pushed it and nothing happened. The doors didn't close, so I decided it was just slow to react. I waited until they closed and pushed it again. They opened. Then I was confused. I knew that I took this elevator every time I came to the dentist's office. And I knew that the dentist's office was upstairs from the lobby. Did they change the elevator? Did they move the second floor to the basement without making the building look any different from the outside?

No. Srah is just stupid. The dentist's office is downstairs, and it always has been.

I arrived and went in with the dental hygienist. Blah blah blah I'm going to France, blah blah teaching assistant, blah blah more nervous than excited, actually blah blah blah no housing yet. She took a million x-rays, with the lovely bitey-films that cut into your mouth. She looked in there and said I was brushing too hard and my toothbrush was too firm. She says anything firmer than "soft" should only be used for cleaning bathrooms. So there, go check what you're using and fix it. Otherwise you'll "brush right through your teeth", she said. However you do that. Then I drooled all over myself, then she told me I had mild gingivitis.

Ugh. It's such an ugly word, gingivitis. I wouldn't blame you if you never read my weblog again. I wouldn't want to read the weblog of someone with gingivitis, mild or not. So I have to floss more often. Which, in my case, could mean I have to floss more often than twice a year, on the day I have a dentist appointment. Aren't you disgusted by my oral hygiene? Leave, I won't blame you.

After the dentist, it was a mad dash across town to the ophthalmologist for my 10 o'clock appointment. I made it to the Reichert Building at 10:05, went in, and saw the enormous crowd for the elevator. One of the three elevators wasn't working and the other two were slow and stopping at every floor, whether they needed to or not. An elevator came, but it was full by the time I got to it. I decided to wait for the next one. As I waited, I looked around at the other potential elevatees. The average age was about 80. About 40 of the 1000 people waiting (possibly some slight exaggeration there) were in wheelchairs. The other elevator was on floor 5, going up. I was never going to make it upstairs, especially if I was a good citizen and left space in the elevator for the elderly and infirm. So I went up the stairs.

I was already late and only getting later, so I ran up the stairs.

First floor? Easy as pie.

Second floor? Run run run.

Third floor? Hop skip and a jump. Boy, I must be in better shape than I thought. I'm so silly sometimes, thinking I'm not in shape. I do plenty of walking, from my room to the living room and all. I'm in great shape.

Fourth floor? What? I can't hear you. The blood is rushing too hard in my ears. And I believe my lung has fallen out.

I was running and running, and thinking what a great workout I was getting. Wow, three floors, and I wasn't remotely tired. Then when I hit the fourth floor, I started dying and had to drag myself up to the sixth. I arrived in the doctor's office, puffing and panting and not sure if I was going to survive. Puffing and panting, I gave my name to the receptionist. Puffing and panting, I sat down and read a story in Reader's Digest about Saddam Hussein. My name was called, and puffing and panting, I dragged myself to the examining room. Puffing and panting, I sat down in the seat.

Ah. A nice rest. All I had to do was tell the nice lady which picture was blurry and which was sharp, get my eye numbed and poked with a blue light, and blah blah blah about le Lycée V. Larbaud and its optometry studies and how kids here don't have enough career guidance.

Then I got to sit in the waiting room while I waited for Mommy, and read half of a Reader's Digest's story about adopting a child from a foreign country (isn't there one of those in every issue?). The other half was missing, so I'll never know what became of Charthy or whatever her name was.

This afternoon, I'm off to the detested doctor's office to find out if I have allergy problems. Yippee.

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The Tuesday This-or-That?

1. Tom Hanks or Tom Cruise?
Tom Hanks. I've never particularly liked Tom Cruise or any of his movies. I haven't particularly liked many Tom Hanks movies either, but Sleepless in Seattle was okay.

2. Julia Roberts or Julia Stiles?
Julia Roberts. I've liked her ever since an orangutan peed on her.

3. Kevin Costner or Kevin Spacey?
*Shudder* No question. Mr Spacey knows how to make movies that aren't about baseball.

4. Ben Affleck or Ben Stiller?
Ben Stiller is funny. And he's sort of cute, if you can get over how much he looks like a monkey.

5. Sean Connery or Sean Penn?
Let'sh shee heah. Our shishtah can do a shmashing impresshion of Mishtah Connery, sho I shupposhe we'll have to shelect him. All Mishtah Penn hash ish a shexshy shibling.

6. Jennifer Lopez or Jennifer Aniston?
Blargh. I guess I'll go with Jennifer Aniston because she has better taste in husbands than a certain Friends co-star.

7. Courtney Love or Courtney Cox-Arquette?
Ack. Speak of the devil. Well, I guess we'll rank her higher than Ms Love because she doesn't scare me quite as much (although anyone who could be married to David Arquette must be pretty scary...)

8. Sarah Michelle Gellar or Sarah Jessica Parker?
For some reason, if I don't care, my first thought is "well, what's their taste in men like?" So SJP wins.

9. Michael Douglas or Mike Myers?
Mike Myers is cute and funny and Canadian. Michael Douglas is old and creepy.

10. Nicole Kidman or (Anna) Nicole Smith?
I don't like having to pick yucky people! But when the competition is even yuckier... Nicole Kidman it is.

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...Stop placin, time wastin
I gotta a friend with a pole in the basement (What?)
I'm just kiddin like Jason (Oh)
Unless you gon' do it...
- Nelly, "Hot in Here"

This song is so dumb. The only reason I liked listening to it was because I didn't understand why the girl in the song sounded upset when he told her his friend had a phone in the basement. I figured she was Amish or didn't want to have phone-sex with him. Now that I realize it was a pole and I can understand her objections a bit more. Who is Jason? And since when is Nelly a male name?

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Tags: music

September 2, 2002

Now I'll inflict it on you

"Seven, like Seven chipmunks twirling on a branch, eating lots of sunflowers on my uncle's ranch. You know, the old children's story. From the sea."

Sorry about that. It had to be said; I've had it in my head all day.

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Tags: movies, quote

The Monday Mission

1. What's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you on a date?
I don't know if it's really embarassing per se, but when I went on my first date, I went to see Titanic. My "boyfriend" asked me what I thought of it, and I said I didn't think much of it. It's good to be true to yourself and your feelings and all, but it would have been nice to say something nice about the movie, seeing as he asked me out and paid and all. Wouldn't it? I don't know, I guess that's a question for another post.

2. Do you eat your veggies?
Yes. I like veggies. I'm not a vegetarian, but I'm a semi-veggie just for taste/texture reasons.

3. Most people are comfortable going to the bathroom in front of at least one person. Has anyone ever used the restroom in front of you that you wish wouldn't have? What happened and how bad was it?
This sounds like a personal story that Promo is just dying to tell. As for me, I am comfortable going to the bathroom in front of no one. I do it in public bathrooms because I have to, but when I'm in my bathroom at home, I won't allow anyone in my bedroom. In the bathroom, they're going too. At home, I don't want anyone listening to me. Why am I still writing about this? I need to stop.

4. Have you ever had a bad online transaction? You know, the item wasn't what you thought it would be, you got totally ripped-off, no refunds, it just plain sucked? What's the story there?
Once I ordered two CDs through CDNow, canceled the order, then ordered the same two CDs, plus another one. Apparently I hadn't canceled the order in time, because I ended up getting five CDs total. I was too lazy to get around to sending the extra two back, so I still have them. I still have them in the CDNow box that they came in. I think I'm waiting until they go out of print, so I can sell them for big bucks on Ebay. I'm not sure how much demand there will be, even if that day eventually comes.

5. Ever have a current love find any old love letters (or similar item) you kept that probably should have been thrown away? How did that turn out?
I don't think so. He's a bit jealous that my prom picture (with another feller - the same as in question #1, actually) is bigger than the picture of the two of us on Huron 2002 prom night, but he's decided he looks better than Josh, so it doesn't matter.

6. A secretary at work was telling me about a trip she took to Mardi Gras. She showed off her beaded necklaces and proudly said she "earned' each and every one of them (for those not familiar with this tradition, ladies walking up Burbon St. in New Orleans will flash people who are upon the balconies, in return the guys will throw them worthless plastic necklaces). I was shocked, I had no idea this quiet gal had a wild side. Was there ever a time when you did something totally outrageous because you knew no one would know who you were, or maybe didn't care even if they did?
Hmmmm, can't think of one. Maybe I don't have a wild side.

7. Hey, what happened to you last night? I waited forever!
Wha--? These #7 questions are getting odder and odder.

BONUS: I know I could break you down, but what good would it do?
As are the Bonus questions. Alf Alf Alf.

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Tags: memes, monday mission


I dreamt last night that the apartment I rented in Vichy belonged to Alan Cumming and that he was just renting it out while he was out of the country. I kept wanting to dig through his stuff and leave him little notes.

I also dreamt that the author of ann arbor sucks decided not to write about Ann Arbor anymore, because someone in another blog had said that Ann Arbor and Chicago were the best cities on earth. In my dream, the author was a girl named Nelly. I have a feeling this is not the case.

Great. Now I'm dreaming about weblogs.

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