September 2003 archive

(119 entries)

September 30, 2003

'My uncle thought he was St Jerome'

"What Jerome is ignorant of, no man has ever known."
- St Augustine

Today is the saint's day of St Jerome, patron saint not only of translators, but also of librarians, archivists and libraries.

I am totally naming all of my children Jérôme.

[via languagehat]

srah | 10:08 PM | TrackBack
Tags: holidays, language, librarydom, school of information

Librarians are fast, smooth, cool, strong, powerful, and sweet

I know that I am pathetic beyond belief to admit this to you, but I've been alive 23 years, 1 month and 4 days and only today have I discovered The Official Ninja Webpage: REAL Ultimate Power!!!!, which unlocks all the secrets of ninjadom, like:

  1. Ninjas are mammals.
  2. Ninjas fight ALL the time.
  3. The purpose of the ninja is to flip out and kill people.

One of the best things about this is that, miraculously, some other webpages have appeared with the same design. It's like a natural phenomenon. Who would have thought that they'd all come up with the same idea like that?

My favorites:

    The Official Librarian Homepage
    The Official Pirate Homepage
    The Official Box of Wine Homepage
    The Official James Madisons Homepage

[via Mr B------, who doesn't have a weblog yet, but oughta]

srah | 5:58 PM | TrackBack
Tags: discovered, librarydom

But at least she's acute

I think one of the most annoying things about me is probably that I am deliberately obtuse. And when I'm not being deliberately obtuse, I'm being accidentally obtuse.

What do you think is most annoying about me?

srah | 5:42 PM | Comments (12) | TrackBack

Girls just wanna have sleep

My parents are going to Becky's football game this weekend and have left me their hockey tickets. Two hockey tickets. The problem here is that I have no friends. There are a few Post-It®-noted people I'm starting to think I could possibly consider friends, but they're all males who I don't want to give the wrong idea to or t-bone and I don't think t-bone's fiancé would like it if I stole her.

Luckily I remembered that the Pato's birthday is tomorrow, so I've invited him up for the hockey game and we're going to go out to dinner. Does dinner and a hockey game count as a date? It's not that I think Pato's going to get the wrong idea, but really, when it comes down to it, what's the difference between a date and friends going out? I wouldn't know - I've never dated anyone before. I feel like a bit of a male-female-relationship mutant right about now. I don't want to think about boys. I just want to sleep.

srah | 5:15 PM | TrackBack
Tags: boys

This is not my beautiful house

And more importantly, this is not an effective use of my time.

Why do I never have things on hand so that I can prepare today for tomorrow's classes? This is why I'm always behind! This is why I'm losing my mind! This is why I just rhymed!

You should leave this site and go unwind. Ignoring me can be underlined. You could watch TV for deaf people (signed). Or listen to a talking book for the blind. Go check and see if your shoes are shined. Read the dictionary and see how things are defined. You can throw me away like an old orange rind. Or like rotten grapes too soon de-vined. You could do any of this if you were so inclined.

I have completely forgotten what I was talking about, but here's my new point: rhyming is fun!

srah | 12:37 PM | TrackBack
Tags: rhyming, school of information, university of michigan

A query

How do you pronounce the word "query"? My professor pronounced it differently than I would have, and I wondered if I was wrong or if there are multiple ways.

srah | 10:46 AM | TrackBack

September 29, 2003

Boost me up my ladder, kid, and I'll boost you up yours

Thanks to smg's Quintessential Burn CD, I have had When You're Good to Mama from Chicago in my head all morning. I can hardly think of someone less appropriate than myself to sing things like,

They say that life is tit for tat
And that's the way I live.
'Cause I deserve a lot of tat
for what I've got to give.

Oh wait, I can think of someone: my old friend Mrs Nobody.

Yes, I am five. Who let me come to work today?

srah | 11:19 AM | TrackBack
Tags: chicago, movies, music, quote

I plan on never accomplishing anything again as long as I live

Brrrrrrrrrr! *rubs hands together*

Paper after paper after paper! Ah, there's nothing like a brisk mental workout to get you-- zzzzzzzzzzzzz;jaofjaf;oiijc;oaJj.

*slowly raises head from the keyboard, emits a piteous wail*

This week is going to be monstrous. Kill me now.

srah | 2:17 AM | TrackBack
Tags: school of information

September 28, 2003

Unconscious Mutterings

The free-associations are hiding in the extension, as they are wont to do.

srah | 2:21 AM | Comments (6) | TrackBack
Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

Oh NPAre they?

I have become, in the last week, one of those people who listens to NPR. I'm not quite to the point of the people who listen to NPR because commercial radio is beneath them (I can still listen to the oldies station despite their propensity for owls pukin' in my bed), but I have been trying it out off and on and becoming a bigger nerd than I already was. Tonight on the way home from an SI classmate's party*, I learned about Elijah Muhammad and the Indian Hug Guru**.

* Apparently SI and socializing are not mutually exclusive, a common misconception among... well, me, actually.
** These were separate stories, in case you wondered.

srah | 2:10 AM | TrackBack

September 27, 2003

'Regatta' is not a kind of cheese

For our first Social Systems & Collections paper, we have to examine the social systems and collections in the TV show The Restaurant. I have discovered, from watching the provided clips over and over again, that what reality TV shows us is that everyone on Earth except me is a friggin' moron.

I'm not sure I want to be a human being anymore. Do you think the bunnies will have me?

srah | 7:03 PM | TrackBack
Tags: school of information, tv

Shut up, you clowns, or I'll punch you in the face

I think I'm a naturally fidgety person. I can't sit in one position for an extended period of time, so I'm always crossing and uncrossing my legs, sitting on them, bringing them up to my chin, and moving around.

I'm the same when I sleep. I have to flop around for a while to get comfortable - right-side, left-side, face-down. But most of the time I end up curled up into a little ball.

According to a BBC News article, my sleep position reflects on my personality.

The Foetus: Those who curl up in the foetus position are described as tough on the outside but sensitive at heart. They may be shy when they first meet somebody, but soon relax. This is the most common sleeping position, adopted by 41% of the 1,000 people who took part in the survey. More than twice as many women as men tend to adopt this position.

It doesn't say anything about talking about ketchup, threatening clowns, kicking, needing to have the back of the neck covered by several layers of blankets or gradually squeezing people off the bed, so there is still much research left to be done about my sleep habits.

[via LunaNiña (and Defective Yeti)]

srah | 5:49 PM | TrackBack
Tags: srah

Please don't show up on my porch with fondue forks

Jez is having an imaginary dinner party and inviting five bloggers he's never met. Although he has very nicely invited me to his, I wasn't going to participate in the meme. I couldn't limit myself to five, but I can't imaginarily cook for huge numbers of people, either. So... I am having two separate imaginary dinner parties:

srah's fondue party
So Joyful!
Ain't it Cruel?
annicapannika blog

srah's pizza and lemon meringue pie party (I was tired after preparing all that fondue, so we've ordered out... and I suspect this is the kind of gang that will end up pie-slinging by the end of the evening)
Geese Aplenty
Dave Barry's Blog
I Am the Monkey

srah | 11:23 AM | TrackBack
Tags: bloggers, memes

Today's best spam email

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Will anglophilia help me gain weight, then? I love you, Jez.

srah | 10:10 AM | TrackBack
Tags: readers' choice

September 26, 2003

Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the geriatric oak tree

Do plants die of old age?

My mom points out that even people don't really die of old age - they die of various ailments in old age. So is it the same for plants? What's the life expectancy for most plants, as long as we don't kill them ourselves? Do geraniums just weaken and weaken until they pass away, or would they live forever as long as we treated them well?

I wouldn't know. I am the worst plant-mommy ever. They die on purpose, just to escape my tyrannical rule.

srah | 8:30 PM | TrackBack

A house made of cheese? I'd move in tomorrow!

Sheri has requested a story about cheese. And I am a people-pleasing kind of people.

All of my life, I've been rather obsessed with cheese. Not necessarily with eating it or being a connoisseur - because I only really developed a taste for exotic cheeses in the last year - but mostly with the word and the concept of "cheese".

In middle school, "cheesy" (and its middle-school-French translation, fromagey) was one of our favorite words. We used it in the normal connotation, of something that was kitschy or ridiculous, but I seem to remember also going through a period where "cheesy" meant "good". Who knows? We wore our coats upside-down and inside out, too. We were strange children.

The height of our cheese obsession was probably late in high school, when my friend Becky hosted our Cheese Party. Dude, we are such nerds. Anyway, everyone brought a different cheese or cheese-related food. We had cheddar cheese and crackers, cheez whiz, Wensleydale, cheez curls, and cheesecake for dessert. We stuffed our faces and watched Wallace & Gromit videos.

Cheese is good. To an extent. There really are limits to the amount of cheese you should or can eat at one time, especially when you are 16 or 17 years old and can't drink wine to cut through the cheese. There really is no other beverage to drink with such vast amounts of cheese. It makes me feel rather ill just thinking of the amounts of cheese we ate.

I don't think "cheesy" meant "good" anymore after that.

srah | 8:16 PM | TrackBack
Tags: cheese, food

A thought has occurred to me

(and luckily the MT window was already open)

I don't blog for anyone but myself. That said, I don't think I'd blog if I didn't have readers. I can't think of anything else to explain the fact that I've never been able to keep a journal for more than a month, but this has been going on for twenty-three of 'em. I am a shameless exhibitionist.

Thank you, people.

srah | 8:00 PM | Comments (5) | TrackBack

So sexy it hurts

Green Fairy linked to a text-to-speech program she found and gave some recommended sample sentences from sophisticated, cultured things like poetry and Monty Python. I, of course, went to the site and immediately started making it say rude things. A few favorites:

Charles (UK male): You're seducing me with soft cheeses! (and he sounds like he's going to throw up about it)

Mike (US male): Nice man, I would like you to spank me. (it comes out as a question posed to a superhero)

You can even give English phrases to the French guy and make him reasonably understandable, but with a heavy accent (I recommend "I'm too sexy for my cat, too sexy for my cat - poor pussy, poor pussy cat"). I am having too much fun.

Update: All of the voices seem to really enjoy saying, "I'm too sexy for your party, too sexy for your party - no way I'm disco dancing." and "If you got a problem, yo, I'll solve it. Check out the beat while my DJ revolves it. Ice Ice baby."

srah | 3:55 PM | TrackBack
Tags: discovered

You're seducing me with soft cheeses!

I can't blog. And I can't blog because I can't keep an idea in my head for more than 5 seconds. By the time I decide an idea is blogworthy, go to my MT application, and click 'New Entry', the thought is gone without a trace.

Gay marriage? President Bush? Cheese? Internships? The do-not-call list? These are all floating around in my head somewhere, but what was I going to say? Oh well, might as well make them all one post.

"Don't call me anymore!" George screamed into the phone. He turned to his husband, Dick. "The Brie Commission, calling again. I don't want to change national cheeses today, I didn't want to yesterday, and I won't tomorrow. I'm sick of these telemarketers badgering me. Can't we get the interns to answer these phones?"

srah | 3:14 PM | Comments (3) | TrackBack

Speaking of downloaded music...

Remember the Quintessential Burn? Well, the idea of burning a CD with all of one's favorite songs is a heckuva lot easier than actually doing it. By restricting it to my absolute favorites - the ones I have to turn up and sing along with at the top of my lungs despite the protests and screams of all present - I managed to get it down to 107 minutes. So unfortunately, some great ones had to end up on the cutting room floor. I'll be burning them this weekend and sending them out on Monday. Read on for the playlist (unless you are my groupmates: smg, Buzz and Cornelia, in which case you should wait and be surprised and horrified!)

srah | 7:32 AM | TrackBack
Tags: cd swap, track listing

Last Friday's Five

The Friday Five is not on this week, but I meant to do last week's and never got around to it.

1. Who is your favorite singer/musician? Why?
The Beatles because I grew up with their music... well, second-generation, by listening to my dad's albums. Renaud because, although I couldn't see any value in his music at the beginning of last year, Stefan won me over and made me realize how clever his lyrics are. Neil Diamond because... he's The Neil. Serge Gainsbourg because he has clever, somewhat hidden dirty old man lyrics that make me feel superior because I get them.

2. What one singer/musician can you not stand? Why?
One? Only one? I guess I'll go with Britney Spears because I feel like I can stretch things to find value in most other singers, but she seems to be Disney/Coca-Cola/McDonalds: commercialism personified.

3. If your favorite singer wasn't in the music business, do you think you would still like him/her as a person?
I suppose the Beatles would be okay, but I can't imagine having much to talk to Paul and Ringo about. I think Renaud would be belligerent and annoying, but at least he's sobered up these days. The Neil would just frighten me. Serge is deid and probably would have scared me more than The Neil when he was alive.

On the other hand, I don't listen to his music much anymore, but I always said from reading his tour diary that Moby and I would be friends. I've been watching Newlyweds, and Nick Lachey makes me laugh.

4. Have you been to any concerts? If yes, who put on the best show?
I have been to very few concerts: two Dave Matthews Band and one K's Choice. I'd say the K's Choice was the best because it was a huge event for members of their fan club, so there was a lot of energy and it was people they cared about, who had come from all over the world to see the show.

5. What are your thoughts on downloading free music online vs. purchasing albums? Do you feel the RIAA is right in its pursuit to stop people from dowloading free music?
As a person who wants to be able to download music, I am, of course, against the RIAA. I can, however, sort of see another side to the argument. Most people I've heard from say that they use it to learn about new music they woudn't otherwise discover, to preview albums before buying them, and that they download the music they wouldn't have spent money on anyway. But these are people of my generation and older, who like to have their music concrete and in their hands. Today's kids are growing up with music being something that exists in digital form as files. I'm not sure that they will grow up valuing CDs as much as we did. I suppose there's no way of telling that right now.

srah | 6:32 AM | Comments (4) | TrackBack
Tags: friday five, memes

Success measured in deaths, or lack thereof

Last night I tried out my cooking skills on my parents. This is something I've only done two or three times since I got back from France, because it requires all kinds of advance planning and warning so that I can be sure to have the right supplies on hand.

It was also only the second time I've ever cooked chicken, which was terrifying for me. Vegetables and legumes are pretty nice, but I've avoided meat because it has the scary potential to be undercooked or have something else wrong with it and kill everyone at the table.

Nobody's dead yet, as far as I know.

So ten points for srah!

srah | 6:25 AM | TrackBack
Tags: food

September 25, 2003

Look! I posted!

And it sucks! Over the summer, the problem was nothing to say. Now I have plenty to say, but lack the time/energy/brainpower to do it.

I think I really need to sit down with my brain and have a talk, because we don't seem to be communicating at all today.

Is it Fall Break yet?

srah | 11:38 AM | TrackBack

September 24, 2003

A Very Boring Post In Four Lines

Wednesdays slay me.

Not in a funny way.

New picture, due to all the eye-clutching and screams of pain caused by the last one. In this one, my teeth just look funny.

Must do work and sleep.

srah | 9:47 PM | TrackBack

September 23, 2003

'I thought I was the only one'

Today's new 'about srah' picture is from my little-known role in the 1982 Jim Henson film The Dark Crystal. I seem to have a lot of forehead. I rather frighten me.

srah | 11:42 PM | Comments (17) | TrackBack

Avast, sensei!

You not seen... him... stack... books...

Pirates, ninjas, librarians, mushrooms, pies, Dance Dance Revolution, negotiating jam... this is the best cartoon EVER.

[Thank you, Jez. You have made my life complete.]

srah | 11:29 AM | TrackBack
Tags: discovered

The weather and - what was I talking about?

Yesterday, there was a crisp juiciness as I bit into the nectarine that was very pleasurable - until I realized it wasn't a nectarine at all, but a HUMAN HEAD!!

Sorry. Distracted there. Starting again.

Yesterday, there was a crisp...ness to the air that signaled the arrival of fall. I was excited because I realized that I hadn't had a Michigan fall last year... or really any fall at all, because Vichy weather was an ass and decided to give spring and summer a miss and went straight on into autumn.

Sorry. Distracted again.

As I was saying, Vichy weather was an ass and decided to go straight to winter as soon as I got off the train. So as I walked across North Campus before driving home, I was happy to feel the coolness that reminds me of falling leaves and football games and finally getting to wear sweaters without being considered a mutant.

And today the weather is the same. Fall really has arrived...

And I've had enough. One evening was good for me. I'm all set. Is it summer yet?

srah | 11:18 AM | TrackBack
Tags: weather

September 22, 2003

Or did you think I'd be too stupid to know what a eugooglism was?

I did this a few months ago with "srah", but here's some more information that Googlism has dug up about me:

sarah is cooler than you fool's ujournal
sarah is good for soup
sarah is a godess
sarah is very charming and
sarah is a cute blond prostitute and she likes to be wet with hot [thank you for stopping there]
sarahs working her way [so we hear]
sarah is slated to host saturday night live for the third time on october 12 [I'd better start rehearsing]
sarah is fiercely independent and adamant about staying that way
sarah is anywhere where a pile of leaves calls to you to dive in it
sarah is one of four young peregrines bred in captivity and released on the kitchener city hall in 2001 [CAW! CAW!]
sarah is making herself ill by pretending to love her husband [this would probably be easier if I had a husband to pretend to love, but inventing the husband as well as the love... well, it just makes me sick]
sarah is a great competitor with exceptional quickness and the ability to make things happen in a positive way on the court [the... trivial pursuit court?]
sarah is a third grader
sarah is pregnant [kids these days!]
sarah is a beast
sarah is sexy
sarah is the real thing
sarah is awesome
sarah is motivated by compassion to do good deeds [boo-yeah to the fifth power]
sarah is so cute when she's drunk [you betcha]
sarah is a composite character inspired by the experiences and testimonies of many individuals who knew anne frank at certain points in her life [you got me]
sarah is a sneaky goldfish
sarah is following me
sarah is around [are these all the same Sarah? I'm scared]
sarah is getting her stuff back soon
sarah is shortish; sarah has eyes whose color no one can name [both true, but what do you mean by "-ish"?]
sarah is evil [mwah ha ha]

[via Ain't It Cruel?]

srah | 11:12 PM | TrackBack
Tags: discovered

The movie in my mind

It's raining. And when it's raining, I don't feel like being out and about or even like being at work, next to the window. I feel like being curled up in a blanket on the couch, drinking tea and watching Jane Austen movies.

But I'm not. So let's pretend we are and recreate Austen movies in quotes. I am watching Sense & Sensibility in my mind. You may watch it with me, or curl up on your own couch and watch something else.

Edward Ferrars: I wish to check the position of the Nile. My sister tells me it is in South America.
Elinor Dashwood: No! She's quite wrong, for I believe it is in Belgium.
Edward Ferrars: You must be thinking of the Volga.
Margaret Dashwood: The Volga?
Elinor Dashwood: Of course, the Volga! Which, as you know, starts in -
Edward Ferrars: Vladivostock, and ends in -
Elinor Dashwood: Wimbledon.
Edward Ferrars: Precisely. Where the coffee beans come from.
Margaret Dashwood: The source of the Nile is in Abbysinia!
Edward Ferrars: She's heading to China shortly. I'm to go as her servant. But only on the understanding that I am to be very badly treated.
Elinor Dashwood: I do not attempt to deny that I think very highly of him - that I greatly esteem him...I like him.
Marianne Dashwood: Esteem him? Like him? Use those insipid words again and I will leave this room this instant!
Colonel Brandon: The air is full of spices.
Elinor Dashwood: Marianne, you must change or you will catch a cold.
Marianne Dashwood: What care I for colds when there is such a man?
Elinor Dashwood: You will care very much when your nose swells up.
Marianne Dashwood: You are right. Help me, Elinor.
Elinor Dashwood: What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering. For weeks, Marianne, I've had this pressing on me without being at liberty to discuss it with a single soul. Having it forced on me by the very person whose prior claims laid ruin to all my hopes. I have endured her exultations again and again whilst knowing myself to be divided from Edward forever. Believe me, Marianne, had I not been bound to silence I could have provided proof enough of a broken heart, even for you.
Edward Ferrars: My heart is, and always will be, yours.

srah | 9:45 AM | TrackBack
Tags: jane austen, movies, quote, sense and sensibility

September 21, 2003

Kuala Lumpur!

I've seen things. I've seen them with my eyes. I've seen things. They're often in disguise.

Thank you, Jez. I'm losing my mind.

I can't even temper it with a little hi-ho because that site seems to be unavailable or gone altogether.

Anyone else got another nice dose of insanity for me?

Update: It's really bothering me that the wedding isn't a wedding in disguise. It's a funeral disguised as a wedding. One of these things is not like the others.

srah | 11:47 AM | Comments (4) | TrackBack
Tags: discovered

Unconscious Mutterings

Avert your eyes!

srah | 12:58 AM | TrackBack
Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

I'm in gradjit school

Where were you last Wednesday afternoon? I hear you ask. I don't know why you're so obsessed with my whereabouts, but I'll ignore that for now. For your information, we spent the last half hour of this week's User Interface Design class... at the arcade. I spent my class time shooting innocent bystanders, being sworn at by South Park pinball and getting hit in the head with air hockey pucks. Jealous much?

srah | 12:00 AM | TrackBack
Tags: school of information

September 20, 2003

Ain't no party like an archives party

I think I would like to be known for being plucky and resourceful. I don't know exactly what plucky means, but it seems to go well with resourceful.

Last night we found ourselves gathered around Ben's coffee table, opened up the Trivial Pursuit box... and discovered that there were no pieces or dice. Did we pack it up and head home? NO! We are resourceful! And also plucky! We played with the one trivial pursuit wheel that had managed to stay in the box and my Eiffel Tower keychain as markers and kept track of pie pieces on a separate piece of paper. Many suggestions were made for the lack of die (drawing A-6 playing cards - except there were no playing cards, drawing SET cards - except they only go up to three, creating a random number generator on the computer - except that would take a hundred years and the person who could do it was leaving, making our own die - except that would mean giving Robin scissors), but we finally threw papers marked 1-6 into a hat and drew numbers instead of rolling.

I would also like to point out that the previous entry was written at 12:19 AM, when we all came home, exhausted, and collapsed. We are such party animals.

srah | 11:49 AM | TrackBack

Would you please ignore/ that you found me on the floor

Yarrrrrr. This be a shout-out to all my homies at the Bentley, who want to appear in my blog. Much alcohol was drunk over the course of this evening, and so was Robin.

Is it strange to go out drinking with your parents? Some would say so, it would seem. I like alliteration. Good night.

srah | 12:19 AM | TrackBack
Tags: alcohol

September 19, 2003

«Sarah rêvait» rêvait Sarah

Will nothing wake me up? So much Friday to go. So very much Friday to go...

srah | 2:25 PM | TrackBack

Best. Combination. Ever.

Talk Like a Pirate
Day at SI. How
can we apply this?

Piracy as a
social system: What is their
collection? Booty.

Read some much better pirate haiku.

[via Dave Barry's Blog]

srah | 12:45 PM | TrackBack
Tags: haiku, holidays, pirates, poetry, school of information, talk like a pirate day

Oi be a grad school poirate

I've always had a favorite class for every semester or year of school. I usually have a least favorite class as well. What's really strange for me, three weeks into the semester, is that I love and hate each one of my classes.

Understanding Networked Computing used to be my favorite class, because there wasn't a lot of work and I got it. Well, I don't get it anymore. I need to re-read. I need more sleep. I need someone to take me up on my offer of cookies and teach me things. I might need to have a good cry about it while I'm at it.

The stupid thing is, by Tuesday, I'll probably love it again.

srah | 10:50 AM | TrackBack
Tags: school of information

Go briny Blue!

It be a great leap to Talk Like a Pirate with me shipmates. Be they land-lubbers or know they the Pirate Code? Will they engage in parlay or make me walk the metaphorical plank of ridicule?

Luckily, oi associates with a lot of nerrrds. Arrrrr.

srah | 10:25 AM | TrackBack
Tags: holidays, pirates, school of information, talk like a pirate day


That be all.

srah | 7:58 AM | TrackBack
Tags: holidays, pirates, talk like a pirate day

September 18, 2003

Post-It®s Post-It®s everywhere, nor any drop to drink

I am so amused by most of my professors and GSIs. They seem like good people, and I'd kinda like to stick Post-It®s on their foreheads, too.

I think the whole Post-It® thing is actually pretty normal - it's just that most people don't think of it in terms of yellow sticky notes. The people I've labeled as my own are what Anne Shirley would have called "kindred spirits".

I suspect that I am quite fond of meeting new people. I am sad that I don't get more opportunities to meet my classmates and learn more about them, but I generally go into Serious Student Mode as soon as I enter the classroom and am only willing to discuss things directly related to the course at hand. I don't want to be that person. Or maybe I do.

srah | 9:30 PM | TrackBack
Tags: anne of green gables, school of information

The problem's plain to see: too much technology

I think I'm the worst Human-Computer Interaction specializationist* ever. Why am I always the one whining about how we don't get paper copies of anything, or how optical mice aren't as good as roller-ball ones, or how we seem to spend all of our time in Foundations classes talking about business and computers and never about libraries or archives? I should probably be, like, embracing technology or something, shouldn't I?

In other grad school news, Use of Information should probably be retitled How to be a Consultant. The entire purpose of the class seems to be to train consultants. I suspect, however, that the point of the class is really to teach us how to do group work and that consulting is only a red herring. It's all a façade, you fools!

* Because "specialist" sounds like I actually know what I'm doing. What is up with all of these footnotes? Damn you, Justin, and your seductive footnoting ways!

srah | 8:23 PM | TrackBack
Tags: school of information, technology

'Obsession' by srah

It is really friggin' creepy to stare silently at someone all the time just because of the country they come from.


I don't want to, but I can't think of anything to say.

srah | 8:14 PM | TrackBack

It's poetry. Because I said so.

Tomorrow we shall be pirates.
Pirates all the live long day.
But forsooth, dear friends;
We shall not be pirates all our lives.
There comes a time when piratehood must end.
So the next day,
we can be ninjas.

[link via Obsessive Frog, poetry(?) via yours truly]

srah | 7:55 PM | TrackBack
Tags: holidays, poetry

Red-eye reduction

I don't like these new-fangled optical mice. There's something very satisfying about being able to open up your mouse and dig around inside and clean out the innards. I don't know how you're supposed to clean an optical mouse. They must get all kinds of hand oils and dust and gunk in the cracks between the buttons. That's the only explanation I can find for the lab-mouse* that I was using today, which refused categorically to click on anything.

Plus, when you turn over a regular mouse to try to clean it, your eyes aren't burned out by lasers, as mine were.

* In that it was a computer mouse in a computer lab. Ha ha.

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Tags: technology

Ten points for me

As I walked past the pay phones in the Union today, a guy leaned out and asked me, "Do you have any spare change? Because I don't have any change and I need to make a really important phone call." I wasn't in a hurry, so I stopped, opened up my bag, and got out my change purse, mumbling, "I'm not sure I have any quarters, but I might have some dimes... looks like nickels, mostly..." Then he stopped me and informed me that it was actually all a psych experiment about giving.

I smiled all the way to the bus stop. I feel like I passed some kind of test.

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The Librarian Hat and Webmaster Beanie are thrown to the wind*. My head, today, is clad in the Peer Advisor Sombrero. I've been enlisted to participate in a Work Abroad information session, representing the France assistantship.

Who? What? Where? When? Why? How? All of this must be summarized in a presentation of less than five minutes. As you may know, when the subject of the assistantship comes up, I am either completely reticent or completely unshutuppable.

I have also been asked to write articles about my experience for the Office. How many do you need? Because I could write about seventy. Right now. Website in need of an update? Library in shambles? The other headgear can wait for now. Bury me in my Peer Advisor Sombrero.

* If you throw something to the wind, isn't it going to come back and hit you in the face? I decommend this strategy and suggest you throw things with the wind instead.

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Tags: assistantship, overseas opportunities office, work

Cookies? Yum.

There are so many groups I have to join that, despite my professor's urgings, I was putting off joining an Understanding Networked Computing study group for as long as possible - at least until I had my actual work groups in other classes planned out.

But I think I'm going to have to give in sooner rather than later. Today in lecture, I felt like my brain was panting as it tried to keep up with the professor. I got a stabbing pain in my head at one point, which I think may have been a brain cramp. Poor unused brain. So unused to exercise*.

Kernel? Isn't that what's left at the bottom of the popcorn bowl? Linux? Isn't he Luxy's brother, who wanders around with his security blanxet? Who? What? Where am I?

I'll have to appeal for volunteers and look for someone to help me whip the ol' noggin into shape.

* How did I use the word "unused" twice in such close succession? It's actually pretty cool that they aren't even the same word or pronounced the same. Sometimes I write things by accident that are pretty cool.

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Tags: school of information, technology

September 17, 2003

More writing in this blog in the next day after today

Has been a tough week. Have not had much sleep. Visions of Zs are dancing in my heads and I would like to go to beds. That rhymes a lot. I think I'm on the other side now, though... at least until next week.

Probably will blog tomorrow all of the things I've been holding off on in my attempts to be productive. I said "off on". I'm getting distracted mid-sentence. Where was I?

;osa iejjf ao jmfiv;oesw <-- I seem to have fallen face-first onto the keyboard. Mind the drool.

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Tags: school of information

September 16, 2003

Homework? What homework?

I have to come up with 250 user interfaces. I am going insane.

Is a peanut a user interface?

It's gotten to the point where I have to make a separate list of Things That Are Not User Interfaces so that things like "a squirrel", "a lemon" and "a peanut" will stop repeating endlessly in my head.

Please send me a screenshot of your Mac desktop or whatever they call the desktop on a Mac.

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Tags: school of information

Do I hafta compare thee to a summer's day?

Relati you eyes of the warning, to a relative swimming of the hats! The spiders a round circle three times and you close your eyes with the fear of Santo, because she projected inside in hath of miell�e and drank latte one of the paradieses.

This is Lost in Translation's version of the last few lines of Kubla Khan. Somehow I love it almost as much as the original.

Of course, you may prefer other poems:

And then my heart with sufficienza of the pleasure and the dances with jonquils. (Wordsworth)
The hour of stars is not desired: it extinguishes everything; The sun sprints alongside advanced of the moon and diminuali; The posteriora part separated distant part to the ocean and scopili he alongside advanced from the wood; For anything it barks of the hour never to come to each one good the possible one. (Auden)
The HOPE is the thing with feathers/springs, this one never sings the complete trees of the activator of the exit in the heart and with air without words and recognitions (Dickinson)
I must compare thee with the day of a summer? Art of thousand more of the pretty and more moderate way: Beloveds of buds of the May dairyman the drilling rig and hath approached the rent to him of the short date of ingualmente totally of the summer (Shakespeare)
A time the midnight of dulled the excess, when Lagoa-lagoa-Eu if to communicate, weak and implied you chevi disowned, exceeding dispendio vielem he and a car of the excess foreign is forgotten, - during the I, who the head, almost napping, he bends without the recognition, in the date of a RAP, RAP with my lobby of the approximately easy blowings of the zone it came. (Poe)

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Tags: poetry

Too much Information (Science)

Today someone I was working in a group with, whose name I didn't and still don't know, told me that she usually can't concentrate on a full bladder.

Good advice that will make me examine my own study techniques? Or overshare?

Both, I think.

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Tags: school of information

It takes so little to offend me

I hate it when people say "without any further adieu". It's ado. Ado! As in Much Ado About Nothing! Fuss! Hullaballoo! Not goodbye!

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Not to mention finger-lickin' good

Juan Moreno has kindly asked me to link to Justin's Quotes Quiz(zes). Since Juan is so generous and loving and emotionally open, I am only too glad to acquiesce. Go guess.

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Tags: discovered

September 15, 2003

New Mac city

Further frustrations: Where's the Delete key? Where's the End key? WHERE IS MY RIGHT MOUSE BUTTON?

So... Macs are superfun.

I can drink tea with milk at work and I did manage to be slightly productive today, so all in all, I'm pretty content here at the new place of employment. I made progress and learned how to do some things Mac-wise, even though I kept clicking the imaginary right mouse button and de-selecting my text.

I am a piratical maid-of-all-work, but hopefully later this week I will be removing the Webmaster Beanie* for a while, putting on my Librarian Hat* and tackling the bookshelves, all the while hoping that people won't come into the center and expect me to put on my Peer Advisor Sombrero*.

*Note: the headgear mentioned in this post does not actually exist outside of my imagination. But wouldn't it be great if it did?

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Tags: technology, work

'I'm typing Bs!'

My new workplace is a Mac environment and uses Dreamweaver for their websites. Between a new program and an unfamiliar operating system, I feel like a friggin' moron.

The iMac is turquoise and plasticky and fake-looking. I think it might be just a pretend computer. It doesn't help that the desk comes up to my armpits and I can't seem to adjust the chair any higher. I would feel five except that those damned five-year-olds can probably adjust to new computing platforms a hell of a lot more easily than us agèd twenty-three year olds. Where are my accent shortcuts???

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Tags: technology, work

September 14, 2003

Remember, children: real culture before pop culture

I went with my parents to Amadeus, a lovely restaurant specializing in eastern and central European food. Like many restaurants in Europe, it is a small place and is served by only one waiter. The decor is somehow old-fashioned enough to seem authentic and they have cans and glasses instead of fountain drinks. It's a very nice, familiar atmosphere.

My family quite enjoyed our potato schnitzel, pierogi and salads while listening to the live piano music. I recognized a few pieces and went on with my meal, then heard what I have now been able to identify as Chopin's Étude #3 op. 10 en mi majeur.

At the time, though, I had no idea who had written it and recognized it only as the tune of Serge Gainsbourg's Lemon Incest. I couldn't understand why the pianist would have chosen that particular song - except that maybe he thought that no one else would know it and lose their appetite thinking of the disturbing way Serge and his warbling daughter Charlotte sing about how much they love each other.

But no, the pianist was quite innocently playing Chopin and I'm the one with the dirty mind. I wish I'd heard Chopin's original first, because it's really quite pretty and I hope I won't always have to connect it with the first version I heard:

L'amour que nous n'f'rons jamais ensemble
Est le plus beau le plus violent
Le plus pur le plus enivrant
Exquise esquisse
Délicieuse enfant
Ma chair et mon sang
Oh mon bébé mon âme

I love you, Serge. But seriously.

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Tags: french, music, quote

I'm blue dabndeedabndie

Well, how about that. The old blue looked way too bright on the campus computers, so I've gone for something a bit more subdued. Please let me know what you think or if you think I need to change something to make it more legible or better-organized. I've also added a script so that expanded entries expand on the same page rather than linking to the archived version. I hope eventually to learn PHP so that I can collapse my archives and make the left column a bit more navigable. But you shall have to wait, duckies.

Do tell, too, how it looks in something other than IE 6.0 on Windows 98 at a 1024x768 resolution... because of course, that's all that I've tested it in. I will probably ignore everything you say, but at least you can make me feel guilty.

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Unconscious Mutterings

Guaranteed to put songs in your head... or your money back!

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Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

September 12, 2003

Placating the fevered masses

Today was at least the third time I've linked to my Social Systems & Collections class (that's four) here in my blog. I fear that I'm in danger of becoming one of those people who gets so wrapped up in what they're doing that they can't relate to anyone else outside that field anymore.

So, in order to remind my readers that I do realize there are people who don't understand/care about my Information-information-overloaded ramblings, that I do have other interests and that I can post other things on this here blog, here is a nice picture of a bunny that I drew. Enjoy.

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Tags: school of information

I Am the Song that Never Ends

Sing my name! Sing how you'll miss me! Sing about clowns!

Today is my last day as a guest blogger on Thank you for letting my contribute to your page, srah. Thank you for being so nice to my posts. This is such a sorry last post, but I have to go to my office hours to do the crossword. Seriously, that's what I do there. I even told the kids that that's all I do.

I am going to go see Once Upon a Time in Mexico tonight. If that's good, I'll let you know. I'm also going hiking, since I was unable to last weekend. That's my life. I'll be back to comment, bien sur. You will not get rid of me quite so easily!

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My Realization of the Day

I realized today that I don't like feet. Well, no, that's not what I realized. I realized that, because I don't like feet, I must pretty them up. I love shoes. I love socks. I always make sure my toenails are painted. I think the reason I am obsessed with footwear is because I hate feet. I hate them. One has to have extremely nice feet for me to be able to even tolerate them. And I was sitting in class, wearing my brightly striped socks and I suddenly understood.

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Knowing me, knowing you

In English, we only have one word: to know. In many other languages, however, there is a distinction made between what my professor called know-how (Spanish/French conocer, connaitre) and know-that (saber, savoir). I would tend to define them more along the lines of know-of (being familiar with something or someone - "I know Italy", "I know Johnny Depp") and know-that (facts, how to to things - "I know that I'm failing", "I know how to do long division").

I wonder how the fact that we only have one word affects the way that English speakers know things. How does it affect our view of the world?

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Tags: school of information

Country music what now?

Johnny Cash died this morning. This is a sad day for the music world and he will surely be missed... but here's the thing.

I thought Johnny Cash had died, like, 20 years ago.

I knew he was up for an MTV Video Music Award this year... but I thought it was something where someone had taken an old Johnny Cash song and made a video out of it.


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Tags: music

September 11, 2003

TGI-- what do you mean, it's only Thursday?!

No blogging today. Srah is very tired. Graduate school involves much work and srah needs to re-learn how to read.

Is it May 2005 yet?

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Tags: school of information

Help Me!

I'm stuck in the computer lab! It was closed for the afternoon because the grad student who had to babysit couldn't. But I came down cause I have a key and an undergrad came and now I can't leave!

Wait! He just did! I must go before another one comes!

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The Days of Yore

Back in high school, we sort of had a pet ground hog. He used to hang out at the school and eat out of the trash. He was cute. We should have named him. He was always there, just hanging out, with total disregard for the 1600 students. Until one day....

We never actually saw him again one way or the other, but we saw him go under Andy Freeth's car, and then later, we saw Andy back up and the ground hog went running. It was the saddest day.

I brought this up because there's more than just black squirrels on Kent State's campus. I saw a groundhog yesterday, waddling around. Waddle waddle waddle. And then I thought I saw a black fox, but I think that was just a dream.

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Octodon degus

The Octodon deugs, or degu, is a diurnal, hystricomorph rodent from Chile, at 30 degrees south latitude. It is a social animal, related to the guinea pig and the chinchilla.

That's the little introduction I give when I present at conferences.

So, I have two degus. I have a boy, Fezzik, and a girl, Popper. I had another one before names Inigo Montoya, but he had some sort of neurological disease and I put him down. Fez and Inigo are castrates (sorry, guys!) and I originally had just the two of them. Then I brought Popper home and later Inigo "passed on". Popper used to belong to my friend but then she moved and didn't want to take her with her. She had been living with Amy since she was a pup because her mom tried to eat her. So she's very tame.

I like that she's tame, so I'm training Fez, who is tame for a degu, but still kind of crazy. I let them run around on my couch or coffee table and they don't jump off, but now Fez keeps trying to escape. He and Inigo escaped once before by knocking their wheel off the holder thing and using it as a ladder to knock the lids off the habittrail holes. My roommate came home and saw Fez sitting on top of the cage, chewing on the stereo cord. She called me to see if I had the other one. Being at the stylist, I did not. She caught them and I taped hockey pucks to the holes and always tried to keep the wheel running. So they stopped.

But now Fez tries to escape again. I guess he likes the taste of freedom he gets when I let him run around. So I'll be sitting on the couch and I'll hear a noise and I'll look up and he'll be hanging from the roof of the cage. He gets on the food dish and jumps and then clings on. It's rather amusing, rather. I know he won't go anywhere, because he apparently doesn't like to jump pff tables. So I just look at him, question what he's doing, and he stops.

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So I went to the pizza and movie night last night. I walked in with Joanna and the caterer put us in charge. There was no one there and she needed to go do work. Um, ok. So we helped ourselves to the food and the two people actually in charge showed up - and that was it. We were there an hour and I think there were three more people by the time we left. And, because there were so few people, they sent me home with pizzas. Plural. I gave one away, but now I have a whole pizza to eat. Not that I can't eat it.... Hopefully their next grad fest will be much more successful. It'll be at a bar, and I hear we get discounts on alcohol. I'm there! Free pizza, cheap beer!

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Also at Wal-Mart...

They have hunting gear there. This is not a big deal to me, as I am from Michigan where there are hundred and thousands of deer (I don't really know the real number). While I don't hunt, I have been camping in the fall and woken to the sounds of ducks quaking, frolicking in the lake...promptly followed by the sounds of gunshots. I have eaten venison. But my two friends from the coasts, think this is the craziest thing for WM to carry. It's interesting how different places can be. I guess they don't hunt in New Brunswick or Santa Cruz.

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Be Vewy Vewy Afwaid

For those of you who don't know me, I have three fears. I'm afraid of:
1) Aliens
2) Religious Phenomena (ie miracles, seeing Jesus in your oatmeal)
3) Wal-Mart

I am clowly getting over my fear of Wal-Mart. I've never been against the idea of Wal-Mart. I'm more afraid of the people that frequent Wal-Mart. I think, however, I was initially exposed to a bad example. The WM I grew up with is located in Ypsilanti, MI. I am afraid of the parking lot; people drive around like crazies. And then you get inside, after narrowly escaping that SUV coming at you in the wrong lane at 50 mph and you think you're safe, right? Wrong. It's exactly the same inside as it is outside, only now the people have carts. Carts are much more mobile than cars and, since there are many more aisles, they're coming at you from every direction. Things are thrown on the floor, on the checkout lanes, at you. It's the scariest thing ever (besides aliens and religious phenom, of course)! Seriously, avoid it at all costs. But now I have two WMs here and one of them is quite and calm in comparison, and very easy to get to (the other is much more difficult to even find. You can see it from the highway, but can't actually get to it, plus I have to drive much further down Ohio roads). So hopefully I can overcome my fear and shop their deals.

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September 10, 2003

LCD screening

The group projects have begun. When choosing a group in User Interface Design, we had to consider what skills each member brought to the group. C and D said that they both come from computer science backgrounds and know how to do things like program. And D can draw better than either of us. They looked at me.

"Um... Need anybody to speak some French? I can speak a whole mess of French!"

Hmmm. Apparently that is not a useful skill in this situation. Luckily it was decided that I have writing and expression skills that they lack. They must want me for some other reason, though, because that sounded like a lame skill.

Unfortunately, I think I am beginning to suspect why they really want me around. My contribution to my group seems to be as the Stupid User Example. We had to look at a common electronic device today and analyze it according to Jakob Nielsen's Usability Heuristics. We chose C's cell phone and passed it around to see how usable it was for a first-timer.

I would push a button then draw back in surprise and fear when it did something I didn't expect. I had to ask what everything did. I kept pushing the wrong buttons and screaming.

"You're not a cell phone user, are you?" C asked. I don't know where she got that impression.

"Actually, I have had one." Wait, that made me look even more pathetic. Backspace! Backspace! Oh wait, I'd already said it. Crap.

Mostly I just dug myself deeper, looking more and more like some kind of technology mutant and having no idea how them portable fellytones work because clearly I have been living in a cave. On Mars. With my eyes closed and my fingers in my ears.

When designing new products, it's good to know what mistakes the lowest common denominator is going to make... it's not quite as good to be the lowest common denominator yourself.

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Tags: school of information

Who wants to learn about brains?

I do. Well, sort of. I'm taking a class on primate brain evolution. I was beginning to like it and was actually understanding everything. I've learned most of this stuff so far before but the classes were all so general, it was in a minute and we just zoomed by. But now we actually learn. Until today. We had a guest lecturer who is good and who I like but who I didn't really understand today. She lectured for another of my classes last week and I was able to follow and I like what was going on. Today, though, she gave us a handout with all the terms and processes of embryology and brain formation in the embryo and told us it was all there and we didn't have to take notes, just listen. This never works for me, because I zone out unless I'm writing stuff down. Today it worked even less. She zoomed through it, I recognized much of the first 40 minutes of it and she didn't really follow the handout too closely. She went in order for the most part, but skipped over things or added things and it was all just very confusing. So eventually, as to ease my pain, I began to write. I wrote in French because another prof was right there and I didn't want to be obviously complaining about his collegue. And there were so many awful awful tenses in there - conditional, subjective, not passe compose but the other one which I can't remember the name of, et cetera et cetera et cetera. So eventually I wrote - and, mind you, no one is going to read this but me anyway - "Too many tenses. I'm writing in the present". The rest continued on about how, at least I was saving trees by not taking notes. (By the way, what's the word for lecture again?) It was the worst.

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Pizza and pop

My friends at school love that we say "pop". No, not really. Today is a movie night for the grad students, with "pizza and pop" served before. This is like the slogan for the Grad Student Senate, (Srah, please please please work on their website, they don't even have a list of events up!). Every function is accompanied by "pizza and pop". But Ally and Joanna are from the east and west coasts, not respectively, so they say soda. They hate the word pop. I told them within the next 5 years, they'll start saying pop. I'm really gonna push it. And being from the midwest, I sure am going to throw in the incredibly nasal ah sound right in the middle!

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Hannibal the Information Professional

As you may or may not know, this past Saturday's halftime show at the Michigan-Houston football game was a tribute to the School of Engineering, which will be 150 years old in 2004. It was clear that there was some engineering influence on their music choices, as the songs they chose made engineering sound like a wild and dangerous discipline.

Although I have resigned myself to the fact that it ain't gonna happen in reality, I can still dream of the marching band's Salute to the School of Information. Unfortunately, I can only come up with one song that would be appropriate. Mummy has suggested that I appeal to you, the readers, for more. Any suggestions?

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Tags: librarydom, music, school of information

September 9, 2003

'Hey, they got the ocean here?'

I realize that I never recapped last week's Real World episode for all those of you who are interested. That's probably okay, because all of you are on vacation in Spain. So here's what happened:

Leah and Simon made Mallory buy ugly, uncomfortable shoes. Fight the power, Mallory! Have a little backbone! Support your comfortably-shod sisters! Meanwhile, Adam was interested in this girl based on the very selective criteria that she had a pulse and spoke English. She wasn't interested in him, even though he was spending huge wadges of cash trying to make her love him. He also rapped.

"Adam giggles like a little girl and rocks back and forth on the bed and tries to pretend snuggling with Ace would be funny and not the fulfillment of his life's dream."
- Television Without Pity

Adam: I really like girls who like me, you know.
Robin talking to the TV: Then you must not like any girls at all.

The end.

Thanks again to Social Systems & Collections, I have come to realize that I watch this show a) out of habit and b) because it causes an emotional reaction in me. I just knew I had to keep watching even if I didn't understand why. The cognitive aspect has finally caught up and I've realized that my justification for watching the show is that it makes me feel superior and gives me a chance to see how the stupid side live without actually interacting with stupid people.

This week: the whiners and drama-queens left on a vacation to Nice (pronounced like the adjective, I kid you not), Italy and beyond and CT purposely got himself left behind in the train station so that he would have an excuse to be mad at them all.

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Tags: the real world: paris, tv

Rough and irritating

What my family enjoys even more than watching the new Star Wars trilogy is watching the new Star Wars trilogy annotated. This is a handy guide to the Star Wars universe narrated by... well, me... in my family room. Today we watched the middle one.

Anakin: I'm sorry, master!
srah: I'm sorry, too! Sorry that you're in this!

Obi-Wan: I hate it when he does that.
srah: Me too, Obi-wan. If by "that" you meant "appear in this movie", that is.

The parents had their own input:

Mummy: Why does he want her dead?
srah: Who?
Mummy: The clone guy.
srah: Jango Fett? He's a bounty hunter.
Mummy: So why is he telling that one to do it?
Daddy: What kind of bounty hunter subcontracts?

(Anakin jumps out of speeder and goes hurtling through space)
Mummy: What is he doing in this? Luke was annoying and whiny, but he was supposed to be whiny. Anakin isn't believable at all, and he isn't even good-looking. They should have cast Heath Ledger.

Perhaps if he had some better dialogue to work with he wouldn't be so embarassingly bad. Give me my original trilogy on DVD! Minus Special Edition changes!

This movie does, however, have one redeeming feature that the others don't. Click below for a special message from the family's official Favorite Star Wars Character.

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Tags: movies, star wars, star wars: attack of the clones, star wars: revenge of the sith, star wars: the phantom menace

Hiding in the open

Someone in my Use of Information class was wearing a Blogger t-shirt. I felt a common bond... so I decided not to talk to her.

I suppose people from school will discover this site and my blog eventually, but I don't really want to advertise. I've been using this as my web page for all official SI stuff for the time being. It's not that I'm really trying to hide it... but I haven't decided yet where my boundaries are going to be.

Update: About an hour after posting this, I found an SI classmate's weblog and left a comment because I felt weird about reading it and not 'fessing up. So... so much for that plan.

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The glowest eye

WARNING: Not for anyone who didn't like that one part in the pirate movie.

On Friday I was putting my contacts in and my eye felt funny. So I went to take the left one out and only half of it came out. I dug around and dug around, trying to find the other half, then decided that it had probably fallen out in my digging and I hadn't noticed it. Because I wear disposable contacts, they're always getting lost in the putting-in/taking-out processes - falling onto the floor, sticking to my clothes, falling into the sink - and I don't really worry about them.

I put another left contact in and went to class, but my eye was so irritated from the rubbing that I had to take them out during my break and put my glasses on. I told the story to Jon, sitting next to me, and he suggested that the pollen in the air might have something to do with it.

But the suspicion had already set in that I had managed to get an infection or a cut or an infected cut by fiddling around in there too much. It didn't help when my vision went cloudy, my eye went goopy, and it hurt. I spent the whole weekend imagining scenarios where I had to take piles of medication, undergo surgery, or - worse yet - wear a patch over my eye over a week early.

So I finally managed to get an appointment for today. I went in and described my symptoms and my panicked hypochondriac theories to the physician's assistant. He took a look at my eye and discovered...

That there was half a contact in the corner of my eye. Duh.

I'm sure you had it figured out, but I really figured that if I'd had part of a contact in my eye, it would have fallen out over the four days since it tore. So he pointed out where it was and held the mirror so I could get it out (which is really the best idea because strange fingers coming at my eyes tend to panic me and this way it was billed as a 'visit' rather than 'removal of foreign body, eye').

The best part of all was that he checked to make sure the contact hadn't scratched my eye by putting glow-drops in and looking at the eye under a black-light. I want to know if you can buy these drops at retail establishments. I would be the coolest person ever if I had glow-in-the dark eyes. For now I'll just have to dream that the one he did was permanent and that I'll be able to freak people out at parties for the rest of my life.

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Tags: contact lenses, eyes, health

"I Have One Thing to Say...Sashay, Shantay!"

No, really what I wanted to say is:


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Only a few short...months.

It's almost September 10th....What are you going to be for Halloween???

I am going to be a ring-tailed lemur with a little smile on my face. How cute am I?

P.S. I know we covered this briefly once before, with Srah saying she was going to be a pirate until she realized EVERYONE was going to be pirates. I say, AR, be a pirate. Give yourself some weird quirk or trait, like Captain I Like Jell-O.

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It's All About Me

I often like to think that Dave Matthews writes songs just for me. In particular, Angel and Sleep to Dream Her.

(This is what's playing right now, so I just thought I'd share. I guess that's what this is for, huh?)

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Here's my day...

I'm sorry, but I don't even have any fun links to send. I feel like I need to give you something, if I'm not going to be entertaining. Here's one that my friend Tiffany and I used to play with when we "worked" together during the summers.

Well, kids, it appears I can't just add the link or italics or anything, so I'll have to give you the address:

Hope you haven't seen this. Also hope it works. I was having issues today with it, when I went to see if it still exists. If not, here's another:

So I went to class today and then I held office hours and of course no one came. I even told them on Friday to stop by anytime because all I ever do is the crossword. They laughed at that. But alas. Then I went home and caught the last of my soaps.

One day last week, the most exciting event of the day (I believe it was Tuesday), was that I was able to tune in NBC on my rabbit ears. No, I don't own a pet bunny. Until then, all I got was HSN and PAX and some local community channel. I was excited because I was then able to watch DAYS and Passions. So I watch it through the snow and, as long as the scene wasn't too dark, it was just fine.

How boring is that little story?

[post edited by srah to make links active]

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Good Or Bad?

Have you seen the new Kellogg's cereal? It belongs to Tony the Tiger and it's called Cinnamon Krunchers. They claim the cinnamon "won't wash of in milk". Who wants to be the first to try this indestructable cereal?

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September 8, 2003

Course Tools ate wouldn't let me do my homework

Have you ever used an educational course management system called Course Tools? Apparently it was developed, in large part, at the School of Information at the University of Michigan.

I am so proud that I would like to put a brick through this computer screen.

Die, Course Tools, die!!!!!

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Last night, I was watching Miracle Pets with Alan Thicke (no he wasn't in my living room), and there was this woman with brittle diabetes who never ate or checked her blood sugar. Her family often gave her shots because she would be passed out. Then they found a kitten. The kitten would cry when she needed to check her numbers or if she passed out. They began to rely on Stowy. That's a lot of pressure and responsibility to place on a cat.

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Two Things...

1) I just saw an ad for Active Solutions, one of those motorized carts like at the grocery store, where two people were "strolling" in a field while "Let Me Call You Sweetheart" played as the theme.
2) Someone in my complex is playing Wooly Bully quite loudly. It seems a weird song of choice to blast for the neighborhood. I find it amusing at least.

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"I Am Small, But I'm Strong, I'll Get it On With You"

Takers? Oops, maybe I shouldn't advertise that on the internet. Perhaps I need to go pick up men more locally.

Just as I suspected, my weekend was pretty tame. Most of it involved me sitting at home and reading. Non-school material, I might add, so I wasn't even productive there. On Saturday, I did go to my friend's and we rented a couple of movies. One was called 8 femmes. We didn't realize it was even foreign until we got it home and saw it was subtitled. The box only said 8 women. It came out last year. Srah, did you see it while in France? I highly recommend it, if you're in the mood for a light, fun, slightly bizarre film. It runs along the lines of the movie Clue, about a murder in a house, committed by one of 8 women. There were several parts which just posed the questinog "what?", as they were so strange. Go rent it. Or buy it. I would.

I was also supposed to go hiking at Cuyahog National Park but we couldn't get ourselves organized, so that's pretty unexciitng. But the park has lots o' hiking trails, biking trails and a waterfall. It's just up the street. We're going next week.

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And no one heard at all/ So I ate a pear

I have heard "Help Me Rhonda" three times this weekend. I normally like it, but due to overexposure, I have come to listen to it is as though it were about Harry Potter turning to Ron Weasley for comfort after being dropped by Cho Chang (apparently Hedwig was none too sympathetic). Consider, therefore:

Well since she put me down there's been owls pukin' in my bed
Come in late at night and in the mornin' I just lay in bed
Well, Ron you look so fine (look so fine)
And I know it wouldn't take much time
For you to help me Ron
Help me get her out of my heart

I wish the oldies station had more selection, because this isn't something I really want to dwell on.

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"Whatever Happened to Class?"

I'm all about lines from songs today, as shown by the titles of this and the last post.

I have not really seen any sketchy characters in Kent, as yet. When I walk places at night, I am not worried that someone will jump out from behind a tree. I'm not afraid of lurkers or old men. I am more concerned that I will be "hollered at" but people in passing cars, or honked at. This seems to happen a lot here. So, here it comes...whatever happened to class? Is this supposed to make me come running? Am I supposed to want to yell "yeah, baby!" and jump in their car? Is this a marriage proposal, what? At least be original. I was driving one day and the University of Michigan sticker on the back of my car prompted some boys to yell "Go Blue!" as they drove past. For those outside Michigan or Ohio, Ohio can be very dangerous territory for anyone who claims any loyalty to the U of M or even the state of Michigan. They all hate us because they believe Ohio State and their mascot, the Buckeye, are better. It's a frickin' nut! And I mean as in food, not crazy person. Maybe they're bitter cause we got the better deal in the Battle for Toledo. U of M fans don't hold as much resentment towards Ohio cause we're busy hating Michigan State as well as Ohio State. I guess there's very little to do down here in O-hi-o. With that aside aside, back to the matter at hand. I responded to the "Go Blue!" with an enthusiastic wave out the window. I didn't care if they were friend (UM fan) or foe, I'm wearin' my sticker with pride! However, another time, I'm walking down the street and someone coming in their car from the opposite direction yells out his window "nice ass!". I had to think about this awhile, as I was walking towards the oncoming car and he couldn't even see it. I later decided he's either a) a moron from Ohio or b) really yelled "nice hands". If this be the case, I apologize and should have waved with my "nice hands". Somehow, though, I'm leaning more towards choice A.

Anyway, unlike Harini Sundararaghavan, who on several occaisions has had homeless men jumping into her face yelling "look at my face" and had seriously naked men asking her for directions, I never had problems with the Ann Arbor Characters. I think I'd rather have them around, even if the classless ones aren't really harmless.

There was one time where a group of us girls and one guy, Bob, were walking around Ann Arbor and some guys on a roof yelled at us and Bob flashed them. Twice. But, really, that's a difference story.

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srah succeeds where all self-help books have failed!

Lots of people claim not to understand the other sex, or claim that they're a different species or that they come from another planet. Personally, I can kind of see where men are coming from in that aspect. I am going to set out to demystify human relations. Or maybe just human-srah relations. Keep in mind that I have never read one of those self-help books, so I may be saying exactly what they've already come up with. Or I may just be spouting crap.

In Social Systems & Collections on Friday, our lecture discussed cognition, habit and emotion as three factors governing any decision or experience of the world in varying proportions. It's drawn as a triangle. An experience that involves mostly habit is represented by a point near the habit corner. If it combines habit and emotion, it's between those two corners.

According to Dr Cohen, since WWII, the most store has been put into the cognitive experiences, ignoring habit and emotion. But cognition is the slowest reaction of the three. And I think that perhaps it's quite slow in me. It felt very good to finally realize what was going on in my brain.

I think that whether it exists or not, most women have been trained to believe in "woman's intuition" and that we should do what our first instinct tells us. I don't think this is always a bad idea but men, not having been raised to appreciate their emotions, don't understand where our decision-making process is coming from, if not from the cognitive part of our brain.

Sometimes I do something and I don't understand why I'm doing it - I just understand that it's what something in my brain is telling me to do. Later I come up with a rationalization from the cognitive part of my brain, but this can sometimes be hours or days later.

For all I know, this could just be me. Maybe this isn't a problem between men and women. Maybe this is the problem between me and all of humanity. But even assuming that this makes some sense, if men haven't been raised to trust their first, emotional reactions over their cognitive ones, I'm not sure if they can relate to women in this way or understand what I'm talking about here. I guess I'd just ask that people be aware of different ways of dealing with different experiences.

Please give me your feedback. I would like to know if I am a genius or a quack or if I should just sit down and behave myself.

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Pok pok pok

I am such a chicken. Movies like What Lies Beneath and Signs scare me out of my wits. They make me so scared that I curl up into a ball and cover my eyes or clutch onto my fellow moviegoers, hoping that they're whoever I came in with and not the stranger on the other side. To some extent, though, these movies are supposed to scare you.

I, on the other hand, have just been freaked out of my mind by The Life of David Gale. The movie is not at all a horror or suspense movie. Robin and I speculated throughout the whole movie but had it figured out by the end. I still covered my eyes and curled up in a ball and had to watch some Trading Spaces before I could leave her house. Once I left, it was with my car keys in my hand, I locked the door as soon as I got in, and I ran from the car into my house. Even safely inside my house, I got scared by shadows. Now I'm barricaded in my room with all of the lights on and will remain that way until I've gotten over it.

I can't explain it. There's really nothing in the movie that should make me feel in danger. But I have to finish typing this because I have my back to the window and that's freaking me out.

G-g-g-g-good night.

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September 7, 2003

Unconscious Mutterings

I've buried the answers where ye'll never find them, ye scurvy landlubbers! Seek them if ye dare!

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September 6, 2003

Hail to the colors that float in the light

The University of Michigan makes a killing, I'm sure, on merchandise. You see it everywhere. One of the more popular styles is the plain block-letter "Michigan" with the name of a specific sport or school within the university (in this case, figure skating). They have "Michigan Law" shirts. "Michigan Medicine". "Michigan Public Health". "Michigan Social Work". "Michigan Undecided" (really).

Do they have "Michigan Information"? No, because people would always be asking us for directions. The Archives & Records Management students have designed their own "Michigan Archives" t-shirts. I would suggest that we make our own "Michigan School of Information Human-Computer Interaction Specialization" shirts, except that the words would probably wrap all the way around my body and still not fit.

Sigh. Ho hum. "Michigan HCI"?

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'With Brigitte Bardot playing part of hypotenuse'

Let no one else's work evade your eyes,
Remember why the good Lord made your eyes,
So don't shade your eyes,
But plagiarize, plagiarize, plagiarize..."
- "Lobachevsky", Tom Lehrer

One thing that grad school is really good at is putting the fear of god into you. Or the fear of university, anyway. All I've heard during this week of introductions is warning after warning about plagiarization. And now Cheryl brought it up, too (no doubt herself inspired by countless warnings at Kent).

Now I'm afraid to write anything. Clearly I'm not going to go lifting chunks of text from places and passing them off as my own, but it's things like using ideas without citing them and making an effort but improperly citing things that scare me.

I was going to use as my example of a collection for Social Systems & Collections until I remembered that it's one big copyright no-no and I'd rather not draw attention to that...

I'm sure I didn't correctly cite the Tom Lehrer song, but a) I don't know what the Internet protocol for citations is, b) That site probably didn't have permission to republish the lyrics in the first place and c) Oh well.

Remind me not to go to any more lectures on the Ethics of the Information Professional.

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September 5, 2003

Where oh where?

I am signing off for the day. Hopefully I will have something to tell you on Monday, but I live in OHIO and who knows if I have anything to do or see. I have to babysit the computer lab on Monday, so I will have plenty of time. If I can't come up with something, you will hear a story from last weekend, which involves a part with similarities to a clown car. Hmmm....

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Here's What's Happening in My Neck of the Woods

Some local news for ya.

And let me just tell you, when I was looking for the link, I typed in "Amish tomato shot". Intrigued?

(Actually, the article in the school paper was better, but I couldn't find it online.)

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"Blame Canada"

From Southpark. Is there anything I have to do when speaking of copyrighted material? I don't want you to get sued. Or soolemaned.

But really, we're not blaming them today. We're blaming something else. I went to this talk yesterday where there was this person, and I don't want to say their name because they might come find me, seriously. Yes, there was this person. And they were talking about nutrition and obesity and how the fast food companies are to blame. And blah blah blah. Basically, that we are forced to eat the bad food, that we don't know what we're doing and it's all advertising's fault. So I pointed out that there is such a thing as personal responsibility. And so this person then said that they went to a resteraunt where they had to be very careful with what they choice to eat, and they had no choices for good food. Here's your choice: DON'T GO TO THE RESTERAUNT. Somehow, we seem to forget that no one is forcing us to eat a hamgburger or sugar cereals, that we're not being brainwashed or having the non-nutritious, extra large portions shoved down are throat, or that sometimes there is a little thing we like to call "genetics", which are involved in obesity. Yes, some food is bad for you, and sometimes you don't always know what you're eating, but, really, has anyone ever said cookies are good for you? I mean, did Becky buy that tasteless water? I don't know, maybe I'm just more educated about the badness of cookies and cakes than others. And that's all I have to say about that.

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First of all, and I hate to disappoint everyone, I'm not as obsessed with Neil as Srah. But she did just sent me an email singing Soolaimon (and I don't know if I'm spelling it right or not, but I also don't care. Please correct me if you must), so now it is running through my head.

Ok. So I am going to flashback a bit. And I realize my blogs are going to be chock full or "so", as I said it twice in my first entry.

As part of my program at Kent, I am teaching undergrads. I don't know whether to call this TA (teaching assistant), GA (graduate assistant), or GSI (graduate student instructor). I think here at Kent we definately don't use GSI, that was a Michigan thing. Anyway, I'm already way off track!

SO, yesterday was my first day of teaching the kiddies. That's my idea, that's how I deal with them. I am used to coaching little kids in the JPA, so I am going to be thinking these kids are 10 instead of 18. Let me continue. I was talking about evolution and natural selection and we were doing exercises based on this. One of the exercises was about retinoblastoma, a fatal eye disease in children, where the die without medical care. The children in the example did not have medical care, so it was fatal. I warn you, it's a bit more than morbid, as it is probably based on a real situation. This is what I drew on the board:

One stick girl with pony tails. A stick boy with a bow tie. No faces. Then I proceded to draw a cross above her head and a tombstone above his. Then I drew another boy and girl. "And they're holding hands", said I, "oh, and they're flying a kite! Cause they're not dead."

There's your science lesson for the day. By the way, that's an example of natural selection.

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The Beginning of All That is Cheryl

So, Sarah asked me if I wanted to guest blog. I said, "sure!", as I love to share. However, let me warn you all first off that 1) I've never blogged before, aside from making comments or asides on Sarah's or Katie's blogs and 2) I often have pointless things to say, or really long stories and often repeat them and such. I'm thinking that at least having them written down, I won't repeat them so much.
So, here's a little about me. First, my name is Cheryl, and I know most of you have seen my comments before. I am currently attending Kent State in the great state of Ohio (did I say great? Oops. Sorry to those of you from Ohio.) I am studying anthropology. I like to think I'm more obsessed with monkeys than Katie, although I don't really know you, so this is based solely on my own opinion/ego. We'll have a competition. So that's it for my first blog. How'd I do?

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Drink up, me hearties, yo ho!

I hope you realize that you only have two weeks to prepare. Hoist the mainsail! Step to it smartly, ye scurvy swabs!

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September 4, 2003

Who wants to eat boiled eggs, anyway?

My 100 Things page has been edited. Some things on the old one were no longer true (I have successfully boiled an egg, although I've now forgotten how) and some were replaced by other things. None are fascinating or worth reading. So go read them.

I think a new design (for the blog at least) is in the air. It's been a year and a half. Something simple, I think.

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More family anecdotes

Mom: Me, I can marry for love. But you, you have to marry for height.

She has big ideas for the genetic future of this family. She hopes I'll find a basketball player. Dream on, Mummy. Really tall people creep me out, as does anyone shorter than me. I'm picky that way. Ideally, everyone around me should be within a few inches of the height that I am in my mind.

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'Are all librarians this much trouble?'

I can't recommend listening to the Gandharva's "First Day of Spring" while accidentally stumbling onto the weblogs of millions and millions of librarians, some of whom went to SI. The combination of angsty music and visual/intellectual identification/love overload may fry your brain, as it did mine.

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Go go nerd power!

For my Social Systems & Collections foundation course, we have to post a self-introduction on the class website. Reading through the 63 that are up so far, it occurs to me that with a school full of 250 people interested in information, information retrieval, and information use, we could play some kick-ass Trivial Pursuit.

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The sword is mightier than the pen, pal

When I was in fifth grade, our class did a penpal exchange with a school in Texas. They tried to match boys up with boys and girls with girls (because the opposite sex was, at that time, ostensibly still cootie-ridden), but the numbers didn't match up quite exactly. So I got matched up with a boy.

And did I get matched up with a good-looking boy with common interests to make up for it? No. They sent us their class picture with the letters and mine was the nerdy-looking one, front and center, sitting cross-legged in such a way that it looked like he was going to use his knees as wings and fly away. I don't remember now what his interests were, but I know they didn't match up with mine at all. I believe he didn't even like reading. I was annoyed enough to have to correspond with a boy, but why him? Although I've forgotten his real name, I shall never forget that his nickname... was Smiley.

He was dubbed, with typical 5th grade wit, Smiley Butterfly Idiot. I've never participated in penpal exchanges since. Wouldn't it be nice if the story ended there?

Yes. Yes, it would. The summer before my senior year in high school, the phone rang. It was a boy, which was quite unusual. I had no idea who it could be.

"This is Smiley," he said, as though we were best friends and he called every day and I should automatically know who he was.

"Smiley? Smiley?" I was confused, but it was beginning to dawn on me. You really don't meet a lot of Smileys.

"Yeah, we were penpals in 5th grade. So what are you up to?"

"Up to?"

"Yeah. You still like to read?"

He talked to me for about half an hour. I was petrified and rather disgusted the whole time and just wanted it to be over. What kind of person calls up an old fifth-grade penpal that they never corresponded with beyond the mandatory in-class letters? And asks them what's new in their life? Out of the blue? Why did he still remember me? Why did he still have my phone number?

Somehow he came up in conversation the other day and it occurs to me that I'm still living here, where he knows the number. Is he just going to call every eight years for an update? Hopefully by 2006 I'll be long gone.

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Home town girl

Enrolling at U-M has turned me into some kind of schizophrenic mutant. All of my other friends got this out of their system during the undergraduate years, I assume, so they aren't very sympathetic to my confusion and observations.

I've spent my whole life avoiding campus for fear of hitting pedestrian students with my car and now I am one of them. I'm a townie but I'm a student. I'm running myself over and telling myself to go back to where I came from, sneering at myself and blocking myself in traffic by crossing against the light.

I am constantly amazed by the side of Ann Arbor that I never knew. Since I went to a small college and never spent much time on U-M's campus, particularly during the school day, I didn't really know what it's like on a large university campus. At Albion, you can tell when the hour strikes because the empty campus fills with people going from one class to another, from class to their dorm, or vice versa. During the hour, there are only a few scattered people running errands or doing other things. Here at Michigan, there are hundreds of people everywhere you go at any time of the day.

I don't know if it's good or bad - I'm just struck by how different it is and by the fact that I never knew that all of this was going on in my own town.

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Enter the Cheryl

I would like to announce that our friend Cheryl is going to be guest-blogging with us this week. Cheryl is an Ann Arborite in the diaspora and enjoys rodents, violent sports, throwing snowballs into people's houses, and never ever being forgiven for having thrown a snowball into people's houses. Introduce yourself to the nice folkses, m'dear, and let us know what's snew in your life.

I hope you will all make Cheryl very welcome during her visit. Please refrain from throwing fruit. Snowballs, on the other hand, are welcomed.

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Two seems like a lot to me, okay?

I am about to corner the world market on table tents. This is what one of my Graduate Student Instructors has called the cardstock-folded-in-half nametags that we have to carry around with us and proudly display so that the teachers know who we are. I am thinking of consolidating my collection into une seule table tent so that I can put all of my efforts into that one. My name is clearly not sufficient. My table tent will have my life story on it! Be multicolored! Covered in stickers! Laminated!

I think my enthusiasm is misplaced. What did we do in class today? I was too busy coming up with table tent plans.

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September 3, 2003

I see...

I had an interview this morning and got the job this afternoon.

"How much does it pay?" Polly asked me on our way home.

"You know, I don't actually know," I responded sheepishly.

"Well how many hours a week are you going to work?"


I kind of got distracted by the idea that a job making webpages and organizing books in a study-abroad center would be ideal and perfect and All That Is Good and didn't bother to find any of that out. You mean I get to do all of that and be paid for it too? This is even better!

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I will destroy Buchanan Enterprises

I had two of my forehead-sticky victims in my 9:00 class this morning. They WILL be mine!

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Our Little Richard, all grown up and blogging

Our friendly neighborhood commenter, (haiku) Richard, has his own blog now. I hope he won't forget the little people and that his blog won't forget to write to its mummies.

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September 2, 2003

Employment haiku

I have heard tell of
a mythical job making
websites for IC.

I have emailed the
guy who hires folks. What, oh what
will be the verdict?

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Tags: haiku, job search, overseas opportunities office

That'll be forty lashes with the cat o' nine tails. Arrr.

I bought this mascara because I saw it on a commercial and I hate curling my eyelashes when I put on mascara. Never mind the fact that I never wear mascara. I had to have it. It visibly lengthens lashes up to 30%! It sets lashes to a daring 30 degree curve!

Well, now I have it. It works very nicely. It doesn't look too clumpy or gross and it curls my eyelashes all by itself, just like it said. Srah's problem, however, is the 30% lengthening. I have already had problems in the past with my eyelashes hitting my glasses lenses. Now I feel like I have to warn people before I walk into a room that their lives are in peril.


Why don't they have that in the commercials? I'm not sure if it would deter people or encourage them.

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Whatever Lola Katie wants

More quotes from movies and music, folkses, because Katie is sad that she missed the last one.

  1. Which gentleman among you am I to have the pleasure of making love to?
  2. What a fabulous window treatment!
  3. Knock down the old brick wall and be a part of it all.
  4. You should be very glad I'm not 12. I was a very straightforward child. I used to spit.
  5. I'm kicking through the Autumn leaves and wondering where it is you might be going to.
  6. There is no medicine for what I have.
  7. Hey! Hey! Her head don't come off!
  8. Don't look at the fat-ass losers or freaks, look at me!
  9. Touch it, stroke it and undress it.
  10. Moisture is the essence of wetness.
  11. Put away your raincoat and make your bed.
  12. That's the fire escape, and that's a table, and this is a room, and there's the door and I wish you'd use it.

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Can... and will!

"Weekly" is an adjective, right? So what is its adverbial form? Can you say someone does something weekly? That sounds sort of like "weakly". But you can't say "weeklyly".


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September 1, 2003

I am S.A.M. S.A.M. I am. Do you like-- MR BROWN? MR BROWN? Goddammit.

Mr. Brown
Which Dr. Seuss character are you?

[via Kazoofus]

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Ten! Ten! Ten films in one!

If Love Actually - directed by Richard Curtis and out in November - sounds like Notting Hill, Four Weddings, Sliding Doors and Bridget Jones all rolled into one, that's because it probably will be. But, if a formula works, why not stick with it?

Notting Hill, Four Weddings, Sliding Doors, Bridget Jones, Alan Rickman, Hugh Grant, Emma Thompson, Liam Neeson, Keira Knightley, Rowan Atkinson, The Delectable Mr Darcy Firth (smiling!), romance and love abounding AND Richard Curtis. Lovely lovely lovely.

Why does this only have a limited US release date????? Join with me in demanding that this movie be shown in Ann Arbor!

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Tags: alan rickman, colin firth, love actually, movies

To the other partner in this relationship

I really can't stand it anymore. You are way too clingy and it's driving me out of my mind. Do you have to be with me every minute of the day? Do you have to follow me around everywhere I go? Do you have to cry when I leave or when I refuse to let you into my room?

Why can't you take a hint? I spend the whole day insulting you and ignoring you, but you persist. I don't want to have anything to do with you!

I don't think you even like me that much, so maybe that's why you pick on me when it would make so much more sense to go annoy the other members of the family. Why can't you bother someone else? Why am I your victim? Why am I always the one who gets whined at when you want to go poop in my back yard?

Oh, I'm talking to the dog, by the way.

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Labouring under the Labor Day Weekend

Why are we having a holiday weekend?

Why do they schedule holidays when you don't need them? I haven't even started classes yet. I don't need time off yet. When I do need time off, there won't be a holiday in sight. It's always bothered me that we get an extra hour of sleep coming off Daylight Savings Time and lose one going onto it. I don't need that sleep in the fall. I need it in the spring when the end is near and there are papers and things to be done.

Please rearrange the calendar for my convenience, O Ye Who Are In Charge. I will give you ten Imaginary Dollars.

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