September 2005 archive

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September 30, 2005

Eichhörnchen!

This Lady¹ and Her Husband² came all the way across the ocean just to visit the Great Lakes region.

I know, what the heck?

Well, the advantage of their crazy ideas is that they got to spend a few days basking in my presence (har) and exploring the sights of scenic Ann Arbor! W00t! Yesterday we walked all the way around the stadium, across the U-M campus and I introduced This Lady and Her Husband to Real American Hamburgers, as opposed to the tripe-and-bits-of-feet that are probably the ingredients of fast food hamburgers. Srahmom and Srahdad also helped to introduce The Germans to The Zingerman's Experience³... This Lady and Her Husband enjoyed the sandwiches and they bought the book.

You're welcome for all of the business and publicity, Zingerman's. Yes, I will accept free sandwiches for life. So kind of you to offer.

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¹ I'm confused as to what I should call her, since her online name is a pseudonym...
² He's never identified by name on her blog either, so he shall be called "Her Husband."
³ Holy crap, what's with all the capital letters?

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Tags: ann arbor, jamie, zingerman's

'Hey, 98.6, it's good to have you back again...'

Dear WJIM 97.5,

Suck it.

I don't know what I mean by "it," but I do strongly insist that you suck it immediately.

Once upon a time, you were an oldies station - and an oldies station that played a better mix of music than WOMC, now the only oldies station within range of Ann Arbor. (You also had the advantage of not having Tom Ryan on staff, so I could listen to you during the drive-time hours without wanting to punch the radio controls.)

Now you have become a cookie-cutter "Contemporary Hits" station, just like every other station on the fucking radio. I am so sick of this. I don't want a world where I can hear the same Coldplay song playing at the same time as I scan through the radio dial. I want to hear The Association and The Beatles and Carly Simon and Dusty Springfield and Elvis Presley. Yes, Elvis Presley. I even want to live in a world where I have to sit through Elvis telling us that he's "itching like a man on a fuzzy tree" while I wait for something better to play.

The title of this post is from "98.6" by Keith: a one-hit wonder that you're not likely to hear on the radio anytime soon. I've just bought it from iTunes so that I can listen to mp3s instead of listening to the radio. Take that, WJIM! I'm sure that'll... teach you... something... If I knew who your sponsors were, I'd boycott them! I am a 21-29 year old female, dammit! I am your demographic and I don't want the stuff you're pushing at me! I demand to be heard!

Well, if you're going to ignore me and choose to be the same old boring white-bread music station, can I have your CDs?

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Tags: ann arbor, lansing, music, oldies, radio, tom ryan, wjim, womc

September 29, 2005

My airplane friends

When I was flying to North Carolina on Sunday, I thought that one of the male flight attendants looked kind of scruffy, with facial hair in strange patterns on his face. Then I realized he's growing mutton chops! Sweet!

On the way back I got to sit across the aisle from this woman I couldn't take my eyes off of. I didn't want to stare, but at the same time I wanted to take her all in and didn't want to forget a detail. In fact, what I really wanted to do was take a picture of her so I could post it on my blog, but I couldn't think of a subtle way to do that. Let's just say that I had her profession narrowed down to three choices: stripper, hooker or porn star. It is only in these three professions where she would make friends who would allow her to leave the house and get on an airplane dressed the way she was. Actually, the navel-baring cut-off t-shirt and unraveling denim miniskirt would have just been trashy and redneckish on their own, but it was the three-inch pink studded platform sandals that really gave the outfit that certain je ne sais quoi.

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Tags: travel

September 28, 2005

The Spy Who Blogged Me

In between phone calls to my egg this morning, I got a call from the CIA, asking if I was still interested in a position as Language Officer, which I applied for in a fit of desperation and with a thirst for adventure several months ago. Generally my response to this question would be "yes." In the interest of not counting that chicken while it's still in the egg stage, I'm still lining up interviews with interested universities and all. However, at this point - what with all the raining and pouring and whatnot - I think I can afford to be picky and actually limit my follow-ups to study abroad offices. For a moment I thought "What the hell" but then I decided the interview process would probably involve them doing a lot of poking around my personal life and we've already got enough FBI men in our bushes, thankyouverymuch.

In other news, I kind of wish that I'd applied and interviewed for a job at Indiana University¹ just so that they would call me back after I get a job offer and I could respond, "I'm sorry Indiana wants me, but I can't go back there."

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¹ Not that I actually saw a posting for any such job - this is all in my imagination.

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Tags: job search

September 27, 2005

Hail to the cranky victors!

Revealed this evening on House, M.D.: House went to the University of Michigan.

The other thing that we have in common is our extraordinary good looks!

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Tags: house, tv, university of michigan

September 25, 2005

Unconscious Mutterings

I'm leeeeeaving on a jet plane. Tuesday's when I'll be back again. For now, put these in your eyes and smoke them!

Or don't.

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Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

September 24, 2005

In which I do not use subliminal messages

make me some cheesecake brownies!

You know what I would really like right now? Cheesecake brownies.

you know you want to!

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Tags: brownies, food, my favorite posts

September 23, 2005

We're waiting for the chirp - chirp - chirp

I have this chicken. Except it's an egg right now. So I can't count it yet. But once it's hatched, I will go ahead and count the hell out of that chicken.

As you were.

/ cryptic stupid metaphors

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Tags: job search

Archivesy meme

1. Go into your archive.

2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).

3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).

4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.

insolite - adjective - straight-up rebellious, nothing but outright mutiny - "No chocolate in Baldwin? That's boutsta make me a little insolite."

- 30 October 2001

[via swirlspice]

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Tags: memes

On the phone whilst driving! Naughty!

me, driving on I-75 back from Ohio: I hate these flammable tanker trucks!
apete: It's just milk.
me: What? No, they've got big signs with flames on them!
apete: Nah. Milk.
me: What? Cows don't have flames on them! What kind of cows have flames on them?
apete: Racing cows.

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Tags: apete, conversation, driving, my favorite posts

Once you go Firefox...

I recently upgraded Firefox. Nothing drastic - just clicking on the little "Firefox has updates for you to download" button that pops up. However, something went wonky in relation to my firewall and I could open the program but couldn't access any pages with it. A browser is not terrifically useful if you can't access pages, so I found myself using Internet Explorer to try to figure out the problem and to get by until I could figure out where on the network the problem lurked, then how to fix it.

BLECH!

I always knew that Firefox was better than Internet Explorer, but I didn't realize how much better it was until I lost it. I'm sure part of my frustration was because all of my bookmarks and bookmarklets were stored in Firefox, but the simplest things like tabbed browsing or not having the browser hang in the middle of loading a page were sorely missed.

Something in the settings we fiddled with must have worked, because Firefox and I are reunited. And it feels so good.

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Tags: technology

September 19, 2005

May cause excitability

Note to self: Do not take 12-hour non-drowsy medications at noon.

Especially the day before you have to be ready for interviewing at 8am.

*unsleeps*

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Tags: health, medicine

Ahoy!

Driving down to Another Ohio Institution was an interesting experience. After all my talk about drinking water for alertness and an ultra-glamorous complexion (*flip hair*), I ended up coming down with a cold, so the drinking water was necessary to rehydrate myself when all of the moisture in me was going into mucous-production. I think I drank more than 70 oz. of water just during the drive down, which necessitated several panicked bathroom breaks. This even included a bottle of Dasani, which I bought because I forgot that McDonald's is in love with Coke and their stupid purified water-like product. Thankfully my cold weakened my senses of smell and taste so I could barely detect the horrible aftertaste.

The interviewing is going well, I think. They seem quite interested in me! I took some cold medicine this morning so that I wouldn't be sniffling and sneezing all over my interviewers. It seems to have worked and the side-effects weren't too drastic. For a while, my brain was working a little faster than reality was moving around me, but that's better than the other way around.

Strangely enough, in addition to this interview and the one at A Place In North Carolina at the beginning of next week, I've scheduled a phone interview with A School in Virginia for this Friday and am talking to Yet Another Virginia School about setting up a phone interview. When it rains it pours!

Now I'd better get to sleeping off my cold so that I can be ready to be grilled again tomorrow morning!

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Tags: job search

September 18, 2005

Unconscious Mutterings

Just a little meme before heading off to bed...

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Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

September 17, 2005

My weaknesses: rum and doubloons (and ice cream)

Alas, Talk Like a Pirate Day approacheth (just one day of Holy Pasta Week!).

Normally, the arrival of Talk Like a Pirate Day would not be cause for me to make "alas"-type noises, but I will be leaving tomorrow for a three-day visit to Another Ohio Institution. This holiest of days doth fall upon the same day as my interview and - I'm just guessing here - I don't think that my interviewers would be very impressed if my answers to all of their questions involved telling the students/parents/administration to walk the plank.

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Tags: holidays, job search

September 16, 2005

Dream

I just had a dream where I woke up in the middle of the night and thought, AWESOME!. So I think that's enough reason to be blogging it in the middle of the night (before I forget too much of it). Unfortunately, a lot of it seems to hinge on being familiar with Huron High School and the works of Christopher Brookmyre. So... my sister might like it.

There was a siege at Huron High School. I'm not sure how we knew it was going on, since we didn't see any of the bad guys. I may have been getting reports on a PDA or reading about it on my laptop or something. I knew that they had singled me out as being one of the most dangerous people in the school (???) and that they were looking for me. This may have been for my awesome Internet powers, as I remember. I had been in a large open room like a gymnasium or cafeteria, but I pulled into a smaller room, like a copy room or locker room that was just off that large one. I was talking to my friend, an older black lady, about the situation when suddenly the police started pouring into the room. We were elated because help had arrived, but I encouraged her to keep quiet. All of a sudden, the Army rappelled down from the ceiling and there was a shoot-out between the two groups. The Army won and my friend was excited, but I pointed out gravely that one of those groups had turned out to be impostors disguised as people we should trust... and that because they were impostors, we had no idea which side had won out.

The stand-off was apparently over because we were dismissed. For the next part of the dream, I was in a building just across the river from Huron. I was watching the school with binoculars as they reported on the radio about another siege, which may or may not have been a continuation of the first one. The radio wasn't sure either. I could see people through the window - both the panicked teachers and students and their captors, who were dressed in black spandex catsuits and hockey masks à la Jason. They started talking about me again on the radio and suddenly I was there at the school again. I was on one of the outside areas (sorry, you'll only know this if you know Huron) like the ones just outside the cafeteria or the library. This one was on the outside of the school, though - on the side by the river. The school was also sort of on a mountain, because this area was on top of a rock face that went right down to the river. There were quite a few people there, but none of the masked ones. They may not have found the area yet or they may not have felt it significant enough to post a guard. I was talking to my friend (now some guy) about the situation and then he started talking to the guy behind me about it. When I turned around, I realized it was one of the hockey mask guys and that they had found us/me. I guess my friend had asked who they were, because the masked guy proudly announced that the mastermind behind it was someone named "de Xavia." (His voice sounded like Chrispy's!)

My jaw dropped and I think I exclaimed, "de Xavia?! That's so cool!" with a big grin on my face. I suddenly realized I was in the next Christopher Brookmyre novel. I really wanted to ask this guy what else was going to happen in the book. My exclamation had caught his attention and he turned and looked at me now. He pushed his hockey mask back up onto the top of his head and I realized he was pretty cute, in a tan surferish California sort of way. (It wasn't until I woke up that I realized he matched the description of de Xavia's boyfriend Zal...)

Zal was impressed that I had heard of de Xavia and asked how I was familiar with her. I sort of shrugged it off and said, "Oh, you know, I'm well-acquainted with the criminal underworld." He raised an eyebrow and laughed along with me. I had to try hard to avoid saying, "Well, I've read ALL the books... I'm just the BIGGEST FAN..." I had another thought and asked Zal, "Is Jack Parlabane in this?" He tapped his nose to signify "yes" and I grinned hugely and exclaimed, "That's AWESOME!" because Brookmyre was bringing together two of his protagonists in the same book. (I still had the same grin when I woke up!) However, I suddenly realized that by drawing Zal's attention (well, in addition to my l33t Internetting sk1llz, apparently), I had secured my place in the book as yet another unsuspecting normal person drawn into Christopher Brookmyre's world of crime and intrigue. I then realized that I had absolutely no idea what to do next (whereas his characters are usually driven or forced into action), and I kind of wanted to ask Zal if he had any suggestions...

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Tags: christopher brookmyre, dream, huron high school

September 14, 2005

If I'm successful, I may be completely liquid by the end of the day!

For someone with such a wealth of free time, I sure don't use it well. I don' t think I've applied for half as many jobs as Mr B******, who is much busier than I am, and it's not as though I'm bogged down writing my first novel (that's November, hopefully). Instead I just sleep and sit around and read blogs all day.

Today I'm trying to be productive. I'm also trying to address another issue that I have: drinking more water. I don't think I drink nearly enough water during the day - it's not something that comes to mind. I think I would be more alert with an ultra-glamorous complexion (cue Jan Brady-style awkward hair flip) if I drank at least the daily recommended volume of water, so it seems like a good idea to do so in preparation for my upcoming interviews.

I've made a rule for myself today. I've made a list of things I need to do and every time I finish one, I have to drink a glass of water.

Clean kitchen.

DRINK!

Clear off dining room table.

DRINK!

Fold laundry.

DRINK!

This is like the lamest frat party ever.

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Tags: health, water

September 13, 2005

Attention-seeking behavior

I love reading the Missed Connections section on Ann Arbor's Craigslist. It's like a soap opera. When I first started reading, there was a couple making vague accusations at each other about breaking the other's heart, only to later realize (and explain to everyone else) that each one thought the other was someone else and they didn't actually know each other. Ha ha!

In the past two days, there have been two separate missed connection ads directed at people who were at the Main Street Qdoba on Monday night.

I was also at the Main Street Qdoba on Monday night and didn't see any of these hotties that the place was apparently full of. Frankly, I am rather disappointed that in the flurry of Craigslisters who were at Qdoba on Monday night, that no one is missed connectioning me. I was at Qdoba on Main Street! This is apparently all it takes to make someone attractive! What more do you want?

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Tags: ann arbor, craigslist

Dream

I don't remember what happened in my dream last night, but I woke with the last line of dialogue repeating over and over in my head in a taunting voice:

"I can't believe you swallowed it, you stupid naïve mushrooms!"

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Tags: dream

September 11, 2005

Doing the things that a jelly bean can...

I was walking along South University last night when I saw a man dressed as a giant lemon Jelly Belly¹ wearing a chef's hat, presumably advertising for the new(ish) candy store there. I was disappointed with myself because I had considered bringing my camera with me but at the last minute had decided to leave it in the car because I never see anything interesting anyway.

I got to the SHEEPDIP and told apete about it. When he was done with his shift there, he walked me back to my car so that I could put my laptop in the trunk rather than taking it to the bar. I was excited to show him the Jelly Bean Man, but when we passed the store, he was nowhere in sight! We walked past the store again and didn't see him.

Once we got to the bar, I realized that I had left my wallet at home and didn't have any ID so I couldn't get in. I decided to go back to the structure, get my car, drive home, get my wallet and come back. So I had to pass in front of Sweet U again on the way to my car and - of course - the Jelly Bean Man was back. And - of course - I still didn't have my camera with me. I was now frustrated with the Jelly Bean Man ruining all of my opportunities to prove his existence, so I decided that I would drive out of my way and try to take a picture of him as I went by. But in the less-than-five-minutes it took to get to my car and leave the structure, he disappeared again.

Once I got my wallet and returned to campus, I again drove out of my way in the hopes that I would see the Jelly Bean Man and have the opportunity to catch him on film. And - again - he was not there when I actually had a camera.

I may be losing my mind. The Jelly Bean Man may be a bizarre figment of my imagination that disappears whenever I have the opportunity to confirm his existence. I think I'm just going to sit in the corner and shiver and drool for a while.

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¹ I know that he was a Jelly Belly and a lemon-flavored one at that because he was labeled as such, not because I tasted.

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Tags: ann arbor, jellybean

Unconscious Mutterings

Ten free associations... and I even manage to fit in a reference to The Sims. I'm surprised I'm not dreaming in Simlish yet.

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Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

Dream

I don't remember my dream from last night, but I did remember a dream yesterday that I'd had earlier in the week. It's been a busy week for my subconscious! I was participating in the Ironman Triathlon and my main rival was Lance Armstrong. One of the events involved swimming out to an old rowboat (this sounds more like summer camp than the Ironman, but oh well). I beat Lance there and discovered that the rowboat was full of people from SI.

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Tags: dream

Grrrrrrrrrrrrarrrrr.

I'm not able to access sites hosted at ?.blogspot.com right now. I haven't figured out yet whether this is a problem with blogspot, with my internet provider or with my internet security software. Anyone else having similar problems, or is it just crazy-me? I want to comment on entries that I've seen through my RSS reader!!!

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Tags: technology

September 8, 2005

Dream

I remembered a lot more when I first woke up this morning, but I didn't get around to writing anything down. Now all I remember is that I was getting my hair cut at my usual salon, except that it was connected to Whole Foods. In the middle of my haircut, the stylist took a break so I went browsing around the store. I think I was hiding from some people I hated and I remember a big deli counter with a lot of different kinds of ham. When I came back, the stylist had left for the day and left my hair half uncut!

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Tags: dream

If you must return me, you can send me here/ But I need a break and I want to be a study advisor

International education as a career isn't necessarily something that just came to me in my last semester at SI. It's the kind of thing I've been interested in for years, but it was bubbling under the surface. For example, over three years ago, I wrote:

"I don't know what I'm doing next year, much less when I'm - dear god - thirty-two. I guess I'll be working in an International Education office somewhere. Sure, we'll say that."

I certainly hope I've got a job in the field by then! I've got another interview in Ohio on the 19th...

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Tags: job search

Pardon my dust

I'm upgrading to Movable Type 3.2. It has several new features (including the return of unlimited free weblogs!) as well as a few minor annoyances and things that aren't as good as the old one. Overall, though, it seems to be an improvement.

I'm also changing to a new way of archiving my posts and as a result, the Search function doesn't seem to be working properly. I'm working on it!

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September 7, 2005

Dream

The last thing I remember of my dream last night before I woke up was that I was mailing some of my teeth along with the check to my credit card company. They had their own little envelope inside the main envelope, so the company must have been used to receiving them.

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Tags: dream, teeth

September 4, 2005

Unconscious Mutterings

Unconscious Mutterings, Week 135: In which srah descends into a rage against the things in her mind, especially musicals about drunken unemployed carnies.

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Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

September 3, 2005

Parting ways

When I go to get my hair cut, I always come in with my hair parted on the right and leave with my hair parted on the right left. I, of course, don't realize what's going on until she announces that she's done and hands me the mirror to look at it.

I haven't decided if I'm in some minority of right-side-parters and she's used to parting it on the left, if she somehow got the impression that I part my hair on the left and has never changed it, if she really wants my hair to be parted on the left and this is her way of getting back at me for parting it on the right, or if she's trying to get me to vary the location of my part so that I don't go bald on the right side of my head.

To me, parting my hair on the left side is sort of like wearing thong underwear. It's perfectly normal and lots of people do it, but it doesn't feel right to me. I could probably get used to it if I had to, but I don't have to, so I won't.

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Tags: haircut

Connecting People, Information and Technology in blah blah blah nonesuch

Help Hurricane Katrina Victims find housing

"Finding enough offers for housing may not be as difficult as matching people in need with people who have housing to offer. Thousands of Americans across the country are offering spare rooms, motor homes and empty apartments to tens of thousands of refugees of Hurricane Katrina. However, very few refugees have access to the Internet. Meanwhile, relief organizations using the web to locate temporary shelter must sort through hundreds of web sites and thousands of postings offering assistance in towns and cities scattered across the United States. [...]

"KatrinaHousing.net aggregates information from other websites - websites that allow individuals to post housing offers publicly - sorts them by state, region and municipality, and leads you back to them. We put information together to make it relevant and easily accessible."

There are a lot of places where you can go to post housing offers. The University of Michigan School of Information is creating a site that the authorities or individual refugees can use to search across all of these sites at once. I hope someone else will be organizing similar efforts to help people find transportation to those housing opportunities or to help displaced people find new jobs.

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Tags: school of information

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