October 2007 archive

(15 entries)

October 27, 2007


I had a dream last night where I befriended a very insecure miniature horse. It was hard to win the horse over, but eventually it came to love me. Then someone brought their baby bunnies over to where we were, and just sort of dumped a box of them onto the ground so that the soft, velvety baby bunnies tumbled all over each other. My miniature horse friend took a liking to the baby bunnies and was petting them (I don't know how you pet something when you have hooves, but it made perfect sense in the dream). The bunnies loved it, and there is NOTHING quite so cute as a miniature horse petting a pile of baby bunnies. It is an image that I hope will stick with me for a while. It was pretty much the Best Dream Ever.

srah | 5:25 PM
Tags: bunnies, dream, miniature horses

October 25, 2007

Henry Tilney: Women love him, women want to be him

I'm currently listening to the audiobook version of Northanger Abbey. It got me up to Michigan and back this weekend, and I still have a tape or two to finish off on my short jaunts around town.

I had the clever idea that I was going to blog about how I could identify with both the heroine, Catherine Morland, and the hero, Henry Tilney, but then I discovered that I wrote exactly that almost exactly five years ago when I read the book for the first time.

There is nothing new under the sun! I am fortunate, I suppose, to have a written record of my five-year-old thoughts, even if those particular thoughts haven't changed much.

So I will expand a little on my 2002 thoughts by saying that Catherine seems to compound all of the characteristics that I don't like about myself (naïve, Romantic, immature, obsessed with Harry Potter Gothic novels, less interested in academics than novels, dense, given to flights of fancy) while Henry has the characteristics that I would like to cultivate in myself (wit, sarcasm, practicality, rich and constructive imagination).

Also, this book is cracking me up. I had forgotten how funny it is. It's not laugh-out-loud funny, but there's just a sort of wicked satire to it. Jane Austen isn't interested in taking her heroine any more seriously than she needs to be taken, and there's always a comparison between the huge, dramatic Romantic stories of Catherine's Gothic novels and the rather plain existence that she actually lives.

When the hour of departure drew near, the maternal anxiety of Mrs. Morland will be naturally supposed to be most severe. A thousand alarming presentiments of evil to her beloved Catherine from this terrific separation must oppress her heart with sadness, and drown her in tears for the last day or two of their being together; and advice of the most important and applicable nature must of course flow from her wise lips in their parting conference in her closet. Cautions against the violence of such noblemen and baronets as delight in forcing young ladies away to some remote farm-house, must, at such a moment, relieve the fulness of her heart. Who would not think so? But Mrs. Morland knew so little of lords and baronets, that she entertained no notion of their general mischievousness, and was wholly unsuspicious of danger to her daughter from their machinations. Her cautions were confined to the following points. "I beg, Catherine, you will always wrap yourself up very warm about the throat, when you come from the rooms at night; and I wish you would try to keep some account of the money you spend; I will give you this little book on purpose."

Then she meets the delightful Mr Tilney, who rather than being an evil dark seducer of innocent young ladies, is "very near" handsome and just a rather nice, funny sort of man.

"I see what you think of me," said he gravely -- "I shall make but a poor figure in your journal tomorrow."

"My journal!"

"Yes, I know exactly what you will say: Friday, went to the Lower Rooms; wore my sprigged muslin robe with blue trimmings -- plain black shoes -- appeared to much advantage; but was strangely harassed by a queer, half-witted man, who would make me dance with him, and distressed me by his nonsense."

"Indeed I shall say no such thing."

"Shall I tell you what you ought to say?"

"If you please."

"I danced with a very agreeable young man, introduced by Mr. King; had a great deal of conversation with him -- seems a most extraordinary genius -- hope I may know more of him. That, madam, is what I wish you to say."

Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, Tilneylicious. I might like him even better (blasphemy!) than Mr Darcy.

srah | 12:41 PM
Tags: books, jane austen, northanger abbey

Great googly moogly!

Happy 6th blogiversary to me!

I have gone back to peruse my 2001 archives, as I frequently do at this time of year. And I have come to the following conclusion: In 2001, I was a huge dork. You may find that funny, because I am a huge dork right now, but in 2001 I was even worse.

I can't wait until my 2013 self reads this and judges me from the future again!

srah | 9:17 AM
Tags: blogiversary, holidays

October 23, 2007

Don't talk of June, don't talk of fall! Don't talk at all! Show me!

I would like to have it known that I am not in favor of J.K. Rowling's announcement that Dumbledore is gay.

It is not that I am upset that Dumbledore is gay, but I am tired of these press-conference revealings of information that didn't make it into the books. This is the worst kind of example of "telling rather than showing". I thought the Epilogue was guilty of that, but these are even worse. I don't want you to tell me that Ron and Harry are Aurors, or Dumbledore is gay or Neville marries me Hannah Abbott. If you feel that there are things that you left out of the books - backstories to be filled in, futures to be revealed - then write a book of short stories to fill in the gaps! Tell me the story of Dumbledore's love for Grindelwald. Show me how the heck two characters we never saw interact came to fall in love and how Hannah became the landlady at the Leaky Cauldron. Where did Ron and Hermione's children's names come from? Who finished their Hogwarts education? What does Draco Malfoy do in the years between book 7 and the epilogue?

Just dumping this information on us seems lazy, like Rowling wants to have control over the stories without writing them. Pleeeeeease STOP IT and start writing your Harry Potter Encyclopedia or your books of Hogwarts Stories rather than feeding us random details here and there with no story around them.

srah | 12:39 PM
Tags: harry potter, j.k. rowling

That's three times a bridesmaid, not twice, Josie.

There were many requests to see my bridesmaid's dress, so here you are:

Me, post-wedding

(I hope someone out there actually has a better picture than that, but that's pretty much all I got.)

I am pleased to announce that I performed all of my bridesmaidly duties¹ without a hitch. And that Amanda performed her bridal duties by getting hitched.

¹ 1) Get dress 2) Show up 3) Walk up and down aisle without tripping 4) Don't get bitten by a vampire, so that you show up in photographs.

srah | 12:17 PM
Tags: amanda's wedding

October 17, 2007

Hello, my flow-ere.

My many many Internet Moms and my one Real Life Mom will be pleased to know that I finally broke down and went to the doctor today. I am pleased to know that - even though my symptoms had predictably cleared up by the time my appointment rolled around - my doctor trusted that I really do have allergy problems. I am also pleased to know that - thanks to the miracle of insurance - a prescription for Allegra costs me half as much as a box of over-the-counter Claritin. Why have I been suffering for so long? Sigh.

My doctor also gave me a free sample of Nasonex. If I had just seen the word Nasonex for the first time today, I think I would have pronounced it "NAY-zon-ex" but unfortunately my brain has been tainted by that stupid stupid cartoon bee, so I have to pronounce it "NAAAAAAAY-so-nex" with an overly dramatic Spanish accent.

srah | 8:34 PM
Tags: allergies, doctor

Worst State Ever?


As of yesterday, I've been living in Ohio for two years.

Um... happy anniversary to me?

srah | 8:23 PM
Tags: frosting, ohio

October 15, 2007

Doctor, my lungs have seen the dungs through the slow parade of mungs

Alright, fine, you guys win. I made a doctor's appointment. But I couldn't get one until Wednesday, and there will probably be some kind of weather shift between now and then, so that I will arrive with my lungs all free and clear to say, "Doctor, you need to give me something for my allergies. In case they come back. Although they're fine now." Then winter will happen and I will be just fine, then go back into Dying Mode next spring, whereupon it will take me until October to go to the doctor again.

Because that, Jamelah, is how I roll.

srah | 12:28 PM
Tags: allergies, doctor

October 14, 2007

D - world destruction, O - ver an overture, N - do I need, apostrophe-T - need this torture?

When I was searching for a song in iTunes today, it occurred to me that iTunes might be telling me something. Apparently it's feeling neglected and wants to do things with me.

Here are iTunes' suggestions:

  • Let's Get Retarded
  • Let's make a cake
  • Let's Live for Today
  • Let's Get It On
  • Let's Go Blue
  • Opportunities (Let's Make Lots of Money)
  • Let's Get It On
  • Don't Let's Start

I am intrigued by a few of these, but mostly disturbed. ITunes seems quite insistent that we should get it on. I think I will shut my computer down before I go to sleep tonight.

srah | 6:27 PM
Tags: music

October 12, 2007

I like where I are/ When I can, find my car

I am apparently senile. This morning I walked out the door to go to work, looked out at the parking lot and discovered my car was not there. I momentarily freaked out. I had just been talking to my Arabic professor this week about how what little crime there is in Srahtown usually consists of crimes of opportunity, and how I've managed to avoid anything so far by a) not getting drunk, b) not being out on the streets at 3am, when all of these incidents seem to occur and c) locking my doors. Now here I was, being so responsible and I was STILL a victim!

Fortunately my senility did not last long enough for me to call the police and report my car stolen.

Last night I attempted to combine a few of my errands. I had to a) get some more steps, b) go to the library and c) go to Kroger. Kroger is located between my apartment and the library, so the best solution seemed to be to start far away and work my way closer. With the idea that I might buy some frozen foods and want to get them home quickly and that dark was approaching, I drove to Kroger, left my car in the parking lot, then walked from there to the library. I walked back from the library, shopped at Kroger, then walked home. This didn't seem unusual to me at the time, because I only had one bag of groceries and I frequently walk to and from Kroger.

So this morning I walked to Kroger, then drove from there. I had over 2000 steps on my pedometer by the time I got into work. Not bad! I should do this more often... but not with all the panicking about car-thievery.

srah | 12:32 PM
Tags: car, driving, srahtown, walking

Where's the beef?

I went to Chicago last weekend! I am very slow at writing these travel-weekend writeups, and even moreso when I spend the week trying to catch up on sleep. Fortunately, the weekend is almost here, so I can clean, claim I'm going to clean and then not clean, and - most importantly - sleep.

I drove up to Chicago for Lewis's birthday celebrations Saturday afternoon/evening. It takes about 5 hours to get to Chicago, although it took me a little longer because - no matter how good my directions are - I always second-guess them and get lost when I am in big cities. Big-city traffic makes me nervous and I am always convinced that I have missed my turn and I should turn around and go back. Fortunately, I had the padding of an extra hour I forgot about, due to the Eastern/Central Time Zone change. I always forget that Chicago is in a different time zone, and usually hilarity ensues. I still managed to be late, but not as very very late as I would have been without that free hour.

We headed off to Wildfire, which was very nice and fancy and delicious. I had the filet medallion trio, where you could choose three of six crusts for the top of three small pieces of filet mignon. I got mushroom, blue cheese and horseradish and kept alternating bites of each one, because I couldn't decide which was best and I didn't want to run out of one before the others. As a result, I ate my dinner faster than is humanly srahly possible, all the while smacking my lips and extolling the virtues of delicious, delicious beef to everyone at the table.

Andy S was surprised by this because he'd always thought I was a vegetarian. This actually makes a lot of sense because in the dining hall at Albion, I was a chicken-strips-and-vegetarian. I was grossed out by all meat in the dining halls except the occasional chicken strip, so I mainly survived on non-meat products during the week, then when I went home on a weekend I would loudly demand that my family take me out for steak, to make up in quality for the quantity of meat that I was not eating at school. So based on my history of eating on campus (and the fact that I ate a lot of veggie burgers and grilled cheese at the Eat Shop) I could see how one would think I was a vegetarian. Then the girl across the table, who I had only met that evening, said that it surprised her, too, because she also thought I was a vegetarian. This has happened on a few of my site visits - people who had just met me were surprised when I started tearing into some beef. Do I look like a vegetarian? Do I smell like a vegetarian? Something about me is sending out vegetarian vibes.

Anyway, dinner was delicious and lovely and then we went dancing. I had a huge mojito, which I expected would get me drunk right away, but it just made me even sleepier than I was (I am an Old Lady and I was also a time zone off). Near the end of the evening I almost fell asleep at our table, but before that I did manage to fend off the invitations of several random strangers and get a few dances in with the birthday boy. The merengue is the dance for me, because it's mostly just weight-shifting. No back-and-forth motions that are further complicated when you run into people on the crowded dance floor and have to compensate for whatever steps you missed while you were trying not to fall over.

The next morning Lewis and Andy made breakfast for me and Lewis's friend Leah, and Leah and I got to bond over shopping and dog-walking. It is fun making connections with people from other parts of your friends' lives.

I got started back for Ohio a little later than I'd planned, but I figured it wouldn't be too bad. First I got lost (as per usual), then I got caught up in Chicago Marathon traffic (they had shut down most of the streets that lead to I-90 entrances), which added about half an hour to my trip. Then I realized I was going to lose an hour crossing time zones again. It didn't occur to me on the way there, and for some reason it didn't occur to me on the way back, either.

Then I got caught in traffic on I-65 for about two and a half hours after they shut down the road in both directions following a fatal crash. By the time I got up to the crash site, things seemed to have been cleaned up and it appeared they were just doing investigations, but we were still reduced to one lane and forced onto the shoulder. Fortunately I was listening to the audiobook of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, so I had something to keep me from going insane during the 2.5 hours of stopped and/or stop-and-go traffic.

By the time I got home it was after midnight and I hadn't done any of my Arabic homework! Fortunately I had already called in to work while I was on the road and said, "I don't think I'm going to be coming in Monday morning." I managed to catch up on homework, but I've been scrambling for sleep all week!

A great (if short) trip to Chicago, though. It was worth it, if only for the beef!

srah | 12:06 PM
Tags: chicago, driving, food, lewis, travel

October 5, 2007

Hello my baby, hello my honey, hello my ragtime gaaaaal...

If you were a fictional character, what fictional character would you be? For me right now, it's...

srah | 12:15 PM
Tags: allergies, doctor

October 3, 2007

How many guys in a bear suit does it take to scare srah?

I am proud to have been a Bulldog/Mustang, a Roadrunner, a River Rat, a Briton and a Wolverine, because one thing that all of these schools had in common was that they never dressed anyone up in a stupid costume to dance around and seriously freak me out. Sports mascots are like clowns, but you can't even see their eyes so you never know when they're going to snap. (With clowns, at least you can see their eyes, so you can tell that they are going to snap and murder you... any minute now. It's... reassuring?)

My usual reaction to seeing one of these sports mascots is: GLAAAAAGH! What is that? Get it away from me! Get it away from me! Stay away from me or I'll punch you in the stupid stupid padded stomach, you awful thing! Make it die! I've never been to Disney World, so I have no way of confirming whether or not I would have the same reaction to Mickey Mouse. But I probably would.

I had a run-in with a costumed mascot this afternoon. Fortunately it didn't come down to punching, but it did come down to quickly escaping in the opposite direction. I am rather less pleased to be a Redhawk than any of those other things right now.

srah | 5:34 PM
Tags: fears, mascots, sports, the university i work at

The great mofo delurk

The Great Mofo Delurk 2007So, who's lurking out there without commenting? Today - according to Schmutzie and friends - is the day to comment on everything that you read! Come out of hiding and tell us something about yourself. What is your favorite flavor of ice cream or soup or ice cream-soup? What are you doing this weekend? What do you want to be when you grow up? How long have you been lurking here? What would you like me to blog about? Do you watch Heroes? What is up with that show? Will anyone admit to watching Cavemen last night? How bad was it? Have you ever danced with the devil by the pale moon light? Who is Keyser Soze? If this is a consular ship, where is the ambassador? What is your favorite song? What is your name? What is your quest? What is your favorite color? What is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?


srah | 6:54 AM
Tags: delurking, memes, questions

October 2, 2007

The World's Address

I just found out that since I moved across town (middle of July), my mail has not been forwarding. I thought I had just been very good about changing my address, so that all of my mail was going directly to the new place. Turns out... not so much. So if you sent something to my old address since July, I didn't get it. :(

This wouldn't be so bad, except that I called the Post Office to complain about my mail not being forwarded a couple of weeks after I moved, and they didn't tell me then that the paperwork I did somehow never made it through the system and they had no new address on file for me. It took a missing bridesmaid's dress (18 days and counting till the wedding, still need alterations) to figure out that something was wrong.

Update: The dress has been located and obtained! Phew! Also, I finally got around to renewing my vehicle registration, another piece of mail that was lost. Oops.

srah | 9:35 AM
Tags: amanda's wedding, us postal service

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