September 2004 archive

(45 entries)

September 30, 2004

International meme

Here thar be meme regarding international... relations.

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September 29, 2004

'Til Twosday?

It is a truth universally acknowledged that Matchbox 20 suck and are, in fact, the same group as Third Eye Blind. Are there any good* bands with numbers in their names? All I've come up with is Three Dog Night.

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* Note: wrong answers will be mocked mercilessly.

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Tags: music

September 28, 2004

What is amusing me today

Scrolling to the right!

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Anarchists?

At the hospital yesterday, the doctor asked my mom what she did for a living. "I'm an archivist," she replied. And of course, as usual, my mom had to explain what an archivist is and what they do. I realized then how lucky I am to be at SI. All my life, I've had to explain what an archivist is. When I told my first grade teacher that my parents were archivists, she tried to convince me that they were architects and I was saying it wrong. All of a sudden, I have a huge group of friends and acquaintances who can be told that my parents are archivists... and they actually know what that means!

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Tags: school of information

September 27, 2004

Code Red! Attention! We have Code Red... in the vending machine

I don't think I've been in a hospital for something like five years now. I don't know what "CODE BLUE" means, but it sure makes people in scrubs run around a lot. It's sort of like TV!

The hospital is sort of like the lamest summer camp ever. They have activities planned for you, but it's never Arts & Crafts or archery... instead it's kind of sucky things like "9-10 PM: Sitting up on the edge of the bed".

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Dream

I dreamt last night that I was sitting in a movie theatre, watching a movie, when the lights came on and Mr T walked in with two deliverymen. Mr T started announcing that he had some flowers for someone who was a geek and some other things that made me suspicious that it was me, so I sank deeper and deeper into my seat until Mr T found me and presented me with a bouquet of red roses, plus two brown ones (not dead, just roses that were brown), a black one and a white one. The four extra flowers were wearing little paper hats to protect them. It turned out they were from Jez.

Later in the dream, I was staying at Jez's house again, but he wouldn't let me change my clothes in his house so I had to change in the driveway of the house across the street (which was my friend Cheryl's driveway in the dream). Then I came back into the house without my glasses on and someone was sitting on top of the radiator with Jez. I couldn't see her so I had to feel her face like a blind person and it turned out to be Jen, the old office manager from the abbey.

Sometime later in the dream, a group of my friends including Matt and Rachel and I don't know who else were picking me up after I got back from France and I had to collect all of my luggage and stuff from the checkroom at a dance club. There were several things sitting around loose, including my orange shirt and my black boots, which I almost forgot, and when the attendant took my boots down from the shelf, I found that there were baby shoes tucked inside, which apparently I'd been bringing back from France as a present for CKane's sister.

I use a lot of long, comma-rich sentences when recording dreams. Sorry.

srah | 11:32 AM | TrackBack
Tags: dream

September 26, 2004

More machine than (wo)man: twisted and evil

My mom has now begun her three-month medical leave from work. With such a lengthy absence, I suggested that she tell everyone that she's leaving for surgery and that when she comes back in January, she'd like to be called Bruce.

Unfortunately, she hasn't taken me up on it and has instead correctly informed them that her surgery tomorrow is a knee replacement (something genetic that I can probably look forward to in another thirty years or so). She's no fun, really.

srah | 9:10 PM | TrackBack
Tags: srahmom

Unconscious Mutterings

Thinkety think, then perhaps a little sleepety sleep.

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Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

'Couldn't I start with, like, Wyoming and work my way up to it?'

At yesterday's football game against the University of Iowa:

Random guy in stands: FUCK IOWA!
*pause*
Me: I don't know... it's an awfully big state. It might take me a while.
Fellow SI-seating section member: Is it bad that I was thinking the exact same thing?
Me: I think maybe SI does that to you. Dirty librarians.

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Tags: school of information, university of michigan

September 24, 2004

'I wish I were like you/ Easily amused'

I am a grown-up. I have arrived. I am now part of that money-making age segment that radio stations pander to: the 20-something young professional. Ha ha, stupid radio stations! I have no money! Fooled you!

So suddenly the music of my youth* is actually being played on the radio again. And the radio is exactly where it belongs. For the radio is played in my car, when I am all alone in the vehicle. And believe me, I really ought to be alone when this music is played.

I am well-known as a mishearer of lyrics, making up new ones that I thought I heard. But when it comes to Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Stone Temple Pilots, Soundgarden and the like, I have no idea where to begin. I can't even make up individual new words that make no sense, because they're all bargling nawdle zouss in the first place so I don't even have words to string together.

So instead, my singing along consists of a sort of whining sound that sort of goes along with the tune, throwing in the occasional word or attempted word when I think I know one. 'Tis indeed an unfortunate sight and sound, so I suggest that any passengers in my car begin a strategy of CONSTANT VIGILANCE so that they manage to switch the station before I recognize the song and invoke my right as driver to sing along awfully.

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* "Youth" being defined as "about seventh grade or so, when I first realized there was more than oldies on the radio"

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Tags: misheard lyrics, music

September 22, 2004

My foray into cat-photo-bloggery

I was driving today and had to stop for a very stupid black-and-white cat who had decided to take up roost in the middle of my street. It occurred to me that while a black-and-white cat would have little camouflage in order to survive in the wild, his coloring makes him quite visible to drivers and protects him in an urban environment. This isn't very interesting, but I wanted an excuse to blog pictures of a cat that isn't even mine:

Chairman Meow, you are the safest cat of all!

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Must... not... buy... until after graduation...

Darn you, Tiffany!
With thy evil Sims sequel
Thou hast tempted me.

srah | 11:33 AM | TrackBack
Tags: poetry, the sims

'Did ever pirate roll/ His soul in guilty dreaming,/ And wake to find that soul/ With peace and virtue beaming?'

I had a clever strategy this year.

I have learned, over the course of last year, that my CD-alarm clock will not wake me up. Usually it just gives me strange dreams influenced by whatever musical soundtrack happens to be in there and I continue sleeping until a Real Live Human Being comes in and informs me that it is after 7am and I might want to think about getting up soon.

So this year, I have set my clock with two different alarms - the CD that begins at 6:30 and then the radio that interrupts it at 7. I set the radio to the nauseatingly peppy morning show on WNIC, knowing that hearing their annoying banter would force me to get up in order to turn it off.

Ah, la naïvété.

My body, instead, has trained itself to sleep through both the CD and the annoying banter, to the point where I wake up sometime after the radio's been playing for a while and convince myself - in my dreamy haze - that I will just keep sleeping until the CD starts.

I really ought to give up and set several buzzing alarms.

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Tags: alarm, morning

September 20, 2004

Rot in Hell, Lucas!!!!1

From an article about FURTHER changes made to the original trilogy:

But the most noticeable change -- and perhaps one some "Star Wars" diehards will have a tough time stomaching -- is Hayden Christensen (who plays young Anakin in the prequel trilogy) now appearing in the scene where the "force ghosts" of Anakin, Obi Wan, and Yoda smile at Luke.

- Five major changes in the 'Star Wars' DVD

You bet I'll have a tough time stomaching it, you freaking mus-tards. I feel dirty.

[via Mike the Srah-Life-Ruiner]

srah | 10:15 PM | TrackBack
Tags: star wars, star wars: return of the jedi

September 19, 2004

Cruise with your friends and enjoy a tasty bagel!

Are there any Scion xB owners out there in my readership? The whole existence of Scion seems to have happened while I was out of the country, so I think I'm just not getting it. What is the attraction to driving a toaster?

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Unconscious Mutterings

Yarrrrr, mateys. Thar be treasure below deck! Looted from the finest mind of North America then crammed into the hold! (And I think I am correct when I say that there is not one who would rob thee of this inestimable treasure, which all the world holds dear!)

srah | 9:13 AM | TrackBack
Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

September 18, 2004

'There is nothing brings it round/ Like the trumpet's martial sound'

Went to see Wynton Marsalis. I don't think it's something that ever would have occurred to me to do - bothering to buy the tickets and all, but Robin suggested it so I went along with the plans. It was very nice. I am rather fond of brass instruments and think that woodwinds should shrivel up and be replaced by them (sorry Matt).

Afere the concert, we went to Red Hawk, where they were out of CO2 for the soda fountain thing. That was insane. I really wanted a baked potato but they didnt have that on the list so I had a sandwich instead. They probably didn't have it becase it's anit-carb-conscious - gid dam studpid Atkins!

Then we went to ARbor Brewing Company Iand Iahad one cider and this is how I type as a result of it. I should have a glass of water, but I'm too sleeepy.

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Tags: music

September 17, 2004

What is DEET, exactly?

My favorite part of yesterday's Michigan Daily:

"... recommended precautions include wearing long-sleeved pants and shirts, and to use insect repellent containing DEET, an insect repellent."

- West Nile virus found on campus

(Interestingly enough, this article from 2001 has similar recommendations as regards the length of your pants sleeves.)

srah | 1:42 PM | TrackBack
Tags: discovered

'Fill oh fill the pirate glass'

Note to self:

Espresso Royale has the worst, most expensive and possibly smallest chai tea latte of all the coffeeshops in close proximity to West Hall. I don't know why you manage to forget this so often and waste $2.50 on sludge rather than paying $1.95 for something rather nice at Amer's. I don't know either how ERC's chai manages to be so awful when it seems like every place in town just uses Oregon Chai from the carton. Perhaps they blend their own monstrosity rather than trusting the experts.

De toute façon, avoid at all cost. Try to remember it this time, eh?

srah | 10:09 AM | TrackBack
Tags: ann arbor, chai, espresso royale caffe, tea

'For what, we ask, is life without a touch of Poetry in it?'

Fall arrived today.
I was not forewarned of this.
Came as quite a shock.

Bare legs and flip-flops
Are not autumn apparel.
I may not survive.

srah | 9:23 AM | TrackBack
Tags: haiku, poetry, weather

Because I am sure you will be fascinated by anything having to do with me

I've been listening to iTunes and noticed the smart playlist that shows my Top 25 Most Played songs. I'm kind of interested just because I don't think I could have guessed them. They are:

srah | 12:58 AM | TrackBack
Tags: music

It does not befall auspiciously, thankyouverymuch

I hope you are all aware of what's happening on Sunday. The fact that it's on a Sunday this year makes me go "arrrrrrrrrrrrrgh" in frustration* because I won't see all of my friends and classmates, but at the same time I like to imagine a lot of church services suddenly becoming a hundred times more interesting.

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* As opposed to "Aaaaaaaaaaaah!" in surprise and alarm.

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Tags: holidays

September 16, 2004

Complain, complain!

Had a chat yesterday with the teacher who mentioned me in class, wherein I said something along the lines of, "You know, the best classes are the ones that ruin your life." I guess I didn't mean ruin per se, but rather "permanently change the way you look at the world so that you never see things in the same way again." I think I managed to backpedal enough that he got the general idea.

Today I was annoyed to discover a user interface design flaw... with a parking structure. I parked in the S. Forest structure on the "4 - Yellow" level and took the elevator down to the ground floor. When my meeting was over, I remembered that I was parked on the yellow level. While waiting for the elevator to come, I sort of ran my eyes across the sign that pointed out the floor numbers and colors but didn't pay much attention because I already knew where I was parked. I got in... and forgot which number corresponded with yellow. There was no guide inside the car, so I had to open the door, get out, look at the sign and get back in.

What am I going to do about this? Well, probably just bitch about it in my weblog. I ain't no interface designer!

srah | 1:46 PM | TrackBack
Tags: school of information

It's a good day

At 5, I have a class where I will have to spend two hours rehashing and reliving my internship, trying to pick out the good points so that I can make a freaking poster about them.

At 7, I have a three-hour class with Business School-style mutants who like to talk for the sake of talking.

But never mind - this is going to be a good day, because I have bubble tea and my bubble tea has a picture of a monkey on the top.

Mmmmmmmmonnnnkeeeeeey shall be my mantra. If you are having a day that looks unpleasant, you may chant along. Come on! Let's kick this day's ass!

Update (6:47pm): My stupid two-hour stupid internship class was only half an hour long this week! Behold the power of the Monkey!

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Tags: bubble tea, internship, monkeys, the abbey, university of michigan

I want to attack you... WITH LOVE!

I was taking a shower this morning when the door to the bathroom opened.

I froze.

I took an inventory of who it could possibly be. My dad's still in South Carolina. My sister's in Albion. My mom is supposed to be at work, and if she came home for some reason, why would she open the bathroom door while I was showering and not say anything? The same goes for Robin, who also has a key to our house.

Was the front door locked? Was the back door locked? I don't know - I just got up and I don't regularly check to make sure the doors are locked.

I was still frozen. The door was still open and I began imagining shadows cast against the shower curtain.

A few moments passed. So apparently it wasn't a mad rapist who had broken into my house to attack me in the shower. Perhaps instead it was a burglar, who wasn't going to give me any trouble unless I got out of the shower. So I stayed there for a while, imagining footsteps and other sounds. But I started to get wrinkly.

So I turned off the water, grabbed my towel and stepped carefully out of the shower... onto the dog. He has serious issues with closed doors these days and is terrified that we're going to leave him somewhere or something. He has taken to lying down on my feet or to following me around the house closely enough that I can feel his wet nose against the back of my leg.

srah | 10:45 AM | TrackBack
Tags: fears, howie

Y tambien hay un mess en mi cuarto.

Hay un mes hasta la llegada del Jezito en los Estados Unidos, donde va a visitarme!

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Tags: boys

September 15, 2004

Grandpa

My grandfather passed away yesterday after a series of health problems and a most recent hospital stay which had been going on for a week. It's nice that he did live to be quite old (91), seems to have passed quite peacefully, and that my father got to spend some time with him at the end.

My paternal grandmother passed away in 2000, when I was studying in Grenoble. My maternal grandfather died in 2002, when I was living in Vichy. I was somewhat concerned about going to P-------- this summer, having noticed a pattern and, indeed, I have been back for less than a month now. I don't know if I'll be able to go back to France.

srah | 11:24 PM | TrackBack
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September 13, 2004

'He left River City the library building/ But he left all the books to her'

This week's reading in my reference-librarianing class is on the "freedom of intercourse between librarian and readers". I think I should have been taking more LIS classes from the beginning, because we never get such freedoms in HCI...

"Personal intercourse and relations between librarian and readers are useful in all libraries. It seems to me that in popular libraries they are indispensable. [...] During the last five or six years, by the adoption of the means recommended in this paper, a large use of this department has grown up, and it has come to be highly appreciated in the community."

- Green, Samuel S. (1876) "Personal relations between librarians and readers"

Looks like we have another semester of grad student maturity on our hands, folks.

srah | 10:41 PM | TrackBack
Tags: librarydom, school of information

Hurry, hurry... the bandwagon's driving away...

Remember back when Gmail was exclusive and everyone was clamouring for invites to the club? Well everyone and their mother and their kitchen sink already has a Gmail address now and I've got six (last I checked) to give away. So is there anyone left on Earth who doesn't have one and wants one?

Update: Four.

Update: Three.

Update: Two. Take that, Jezzles!

srah | 11:29 AM | TrackBack
Tags: technology

Open letter to the fashion victim... of my LOVE!

Dear Thirty- Or Forty-Something Woman Walking In Front Of Me,

Whoa. I think maybe we should slow things down. We are taking things a little too fast and I'm getting freaked out. Let's just take a step back and think things over because I think we might be rushing it.

I mean, I don't even know you, and yet I am intimately aware of your underwear selection. We've never even talked and I know that you're wearing a thong. Actually, that's not completely true. I don't know that you're wearing a thong, I just kind of hope that you are, because otherwise you're going commando and I'm even more horrified that you would rush into such a thing on this, the first time we've been out(side) together.

I know that you are not wearing proper underwear, because I know that there is no fabric covering your buttocks. And I wish I didn't, believe me. I could have gone through my day quite happily without seeing you in your excessively short shorts, flashing one cheek or the other with every step you take.

Well, that's really all I can say, dear TOFSWWIFOM. Maybe it would be best if we started seeing other people. I will start by trying my hardest to see people who know how to wear pants properly.

Love,
SRAH

srah | 10:31 AM | TrackBack
Tags: fashion, open letters, pants, underwear

'If promises were crackers, my daughter would be fat'

I finally saw Spider-man 2 last night. It was very nice, but I was an awful movie-going patron and ended up whispering annoying comments to my companion through the whole thing.

It must be rather awkward to be Mary Jane. I mean, when it comes time to send out the wedding invitations, do you invite Harry* Osborn or Peter Parker? You can't invite both of them, what with Harry wanting to kill Peter and all. Heavens, it's so awkward. What would Miss Manners have to say about superhero-supervillain grudges when it comes to seating at the reception?

Update: I forgot I was going to link to this charming set of recaptioned Spider-man cartoons for your viewing benefit. So now I've done it. [Thanks to Mr B------'s co-worker Melissa]

srah | 9:54 AM | TrackBack
Tags: movies, spider-man, spider-man 2

Just a wee bit bitter...

As you may know, the Ryder Cup is being held in Detroit this year. What you may not know is that one arm of the company I worked for this summer is doing a hospitality-fundraiser-thing for the Ryder Cup and that the first project I had this summer was to make a website featuring some of the ticket and hospitality packages they were shilling.

A project which I did, handily, in under a week, asking my project-supervisor for feedback along the way and being summarily ignored. A project which, I assume, never had any point at all except to keep me busy, as I can't seem to find it online anywhere*.

This was the frustrating beginning to my time there and so you may understand when I tell you that every time I hear the words "Ryder Cup" I want to scream.

This morning, my mummy was listening to WJR and called me out for a special treat. For not only were they discussing the Ryder Cup on the radio, they were interviewing my boss. What a beautiful start to my morning it was to hear the combined melody of his voice and "Ryder Cup Ryder Cup Ryder Cup."

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* Not that this is unusual, as I doubt very much that anything I did this summer will be used or taken into account at all - I have just noticed they haven't even reserved the domain name yet for the project I spent the last part of my summer on.

srah | 8:22 AM | TrackBack
Tags: the abbey

September 12, 2004

Unconscious Mutterings

My free associations are very very boring. Bah!

srah | 5:43 PM | Comments (0) | TrackBack
Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

September 11, 2004

I'm being quoted?

Crikey. Another horrifying (?) overlap of my blog- and real- lives.

srah | 10:29 PM | Comments (2) | TrackBack
Tags: school of information

May require some thought

Several of my latest blogspam comments (now deleted) were left by someone identifying himself as "Richard Cabeza", which I think is possibly one of the most appropriate names possible for the verminous scum that spams.

srah | 10:13 PM | TrackBack
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The author wishes to state its annoyance

My latest pet peeve, brought on by my return to pursuits academical*, is the use of "she" as a neutral third-person personal pronoun. English doesn't have a neutral third-person personal pronoun! When I was an undergrad, we must have used "he" or "he or she" or "s/he" or some such nonsense. I assume. I never really paid much attention to it, because it didn't stand out to me until I got to U-M.

Now every time I hear about "the patron taking her time" or "the customer weighing her options" or "the user trimming her beard" the "her" jumps out and screams in my face that I, the author, wish to emphasize that women can be librarians, patrons of libraries, computer users, consumers, or whatever the hell they want to be, you chauvinistic pig! Now what was it this sentence was supposed to be about, anyway?

I don't consider myself a chauvinist pig, textbook. I'm just not insecure enough to think that pronouns are going to make a difference. I don't need pronouns to tell me what I can or can't do.

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* I like the phrase "pursuits academical"; it sounds rather Gilbertandsullivanian.

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September 8, 2004

Study abroad on Mars? Sure, why not!

My job today is to inform people that, no, I can't help them, but I can point them in the direction of someone who can.

It's not very satisfying.

Maybe I should just start making answers up.

srah | 11:58 AM | TrackBack
Tags: work

Isn't this always the way with me?

Maybe it's because it's from 5pm to 8pm and preceded by seven hours of other classes, but so far, the class I was most looking forward to is looking the least promising.

It is my normal course of action to fall in love with whatever class I am taking (Anthropology, English Language, Evaluation of Systems and Services) and decide it's what I want to do for the rest of my life.

This time, I spent the whole summer claiming to be an information architect and got rather attached to the idea. And now that I'm actually looking at studying it and doing it all semester, it's lost some of the enchantment.

Next semester I'll be taking Fundamentals of Human Behavior, so I'll probably get it into my head to be a Human Being when I grow up. Sigh...

Don't worry - I'm sure I'll grow out of that one too.

srah | 11:22 AM | TrackBack
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Mo' money, les' eyesight

Last semester, I spent over $250 on books and coursepacks for one of my four classes.

This year, they've all unpredictably and insanely decided to go the online route, meaning that I'll instead only be spending about $27.17 plus shipping and handling. Plus optometrist bills from staring at a computer all the time. Plus cleaning supplies for when I try to use highlighter on my screen.

srah | 11:21 AM | TrackBack
Tags: school of information

September 7, 2004

My fill o' sophy?

All that liberal arts education and I've never studied philosophy. All that French and I've never read Sartre. So here are the results of my ignorant answers in the Ethical Philosophy Selector:

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Tags: philosophy & religion, quizzes

September 6, 2004

srah learns time management... the hard way

Tomorrow is the first day of school! Are my pencils sharpened? Are my books covered in brown paper bags? Do I have a box of sharp new crayons?

No.

On the contrary, I am in no way prepared for school to start again. I haven't bought a single book yet, I never got around to getting my hair cut (it's been... oh, around four months now since I've even had a trim), I don't know what I'm going to wear, and I'm supposed to have started the reading for my Thursday class at the Business School (scary!) and be ready to discuss it with Robin and her sister by, um, yesterday.

My schedule consists of ten hours of class on Tuesday and three on Thursday. Hard liquor may have to be a new addition to Tuesday Movie Night.

srah | 3:43 PM | Comments (1) | TrackBack
Tags: school of information

Fin de semaine linguistique

Thanks and congratulations to everyone who participated in Language Week, most of whom did much better than I did: Stuart, Jez, pea, Armin and Annica.

See you again in another 14 months or so?

srah | 12:37 PM | TrackBack
Tags: language, language week, memes

Unconscious Mutterings

Silence, silence from the blog.
Naught is heard but the mutterings of the unconscious,
whistling through the trees
and making a noise that sounds like 'Phwoaaaaaar, criiikeeeeey...'

(We shall return to more interesting blogfare, I hope, with the advent of the new scholastic year)

srah | 12:29 PM | TrackBack
Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

September 3, 2004

Semaine Linguistique 2,5?

I am the worst founder of Language Week ever!

Je suis la pire fondatrice de la Semaine Linguistique!</half-assed attempt to use foreign language>

srah | 2:45 PM | TrackBack
Tags: in french, language, language week, memes

'I wish you were a friggin tea pot!'

Received in an email today:

I like White Ninja because he reminds me so much of you

Hmmm. I don't see it.

*wraps white t-shirt around head*

srah | 2:31 PM | TrackBack
Tags: discovered

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