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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]

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:

Ninjas are mammals.
Ninjas fight ALL the time.
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]

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?

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.

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!

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.

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?

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.

September 28, 2003

Unconscious Mutterings

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

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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**.

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

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?

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)]

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
Jezblog
So Joyful!
methinks
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)
little.red.boat
Geese Aplenty
Dave Barry's Blog
little.yellow.different
I Am the Monkey

Today's best spam email

FROM: "Marilou Barcelo" <bluestellmw@msn.com>
DATE: Sat, 27 Sep 2003 04:24:24 GMT
SUBJECT: anglophobia

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

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.

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.

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.

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."

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?"

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!)

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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.

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!

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?

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.

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.

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.]

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?

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?]

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.

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.

Unconscious Mutterings

Avert your eyes!

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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?

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.

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.

September 19, 2003

«Sarah rêvait» rêvait Sarah

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

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]

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.

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.

Yarrrrrrr!

That be all.

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.

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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!

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* 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!

'Obsession' by srah

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

Sorry.

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

It's poetry. Because I said so.

Tomorrow we shall be pirates.
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]

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.

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

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.

Olé!

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.

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* 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.

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.

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* 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.

We'll collect the moments one by one/ I guess that's how the future's done - Feist, 'Mushaboom'

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We'll collect the moments one by one/ I guess that's how the future's done
- Feist, 'Mushaboom'