March 2008 archive

(18 entries)

March 27, 2008

A thousand words?

I'm back from San Francisco and my blog is all empty. Here, look at these until I get around to blogging again.

My pictures:

Cari's pictures:

(If you are a Flickr friend of one or both of us, you might want to look at the sets on Flickr instead so you can see the friends-only pictures with people in them!)

srah | 7:55 PM
Tags: california, photos, san francisco, travel

March 18, 2008

Grape Mrs Carillon... and GRAPE YOU!

Well, hello everyone. This is the famous srah here, gear fab. I have been warned that I am blogging before an audience of untold dozens and am suitably terrified. All day I've been racking my brains to come up with something clever to say, and I'm afraid I'm never going to produce anything of the quality I'd hoped. So I'm just going to babble away and make a greaaaaaat first impression on you all. Congratulations! Here goes!

I would like someday to be an aunt or an honorary aunt or something, so that I will have someone to buy lots of books for, and yet be able to hand them to someone else when they need their diaper changed or start asking questions about The Birds And The Bees or when they start to annoy me. I keep an ongoing list of books that I enjoyed in my childhood so that I can remember what to pass on to these Hypothetical Future Children someday.

I realized, in a conversation I had earlier this week, that some of my fondest memories of these books are the passages about food. What could be more delicious than the Bunsen-burner stew in A Wrinkle in Time or the automat sandwiches and coffee in From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs Basil E. Frankweiler? Actually, probably a lot. Dr Murry isn't particularly known for her cooking prowess and I don't particularly like coffee or stale sandwiches. But these authors make the simplest things sound delicious and desirable.

In The Boxcar Children, they spend most of the book eating things like bread and milk (and don't ever eat anything more sophisticated than cherry dumplings), but the way the bread and milk is described, it sounds like the most delicious bread and milk ever eaten! Milk must be more delicious when drunk from a chipped pink teacup.

I think you learn a lot about the real-life Almanzo Wilder by reading Laura Ingalls Wilder's Farmer Boy, because all of Almanzo's memories of childhood (or at least those he told Laura about, or those Laura found interesting enough to write about) seem to revolve around food: taking food to school in a lunch pail, baking potatoes in the fire while harvesting something, his mother frying twisted doughnuts rather than those with holes in the center because they turned themselves, apples 'n' onions on his birthday, biting into carrots and describing the different flavors and textures in one carrot... well, maybe there were non-food-related events in Farmer Boy and I just don't remember them.

In A Girl of the Limberlost, Elnora bonds with her classmates over the treats that they share with each other (hers are simpler and more rustic, but no less delicious than those of the city girls!) and comes to realize the affection that her gruff and distant mother feels for her partly through the lunches that she prepares for her fancy new lunch box:

She walked down the road looking straight ahead until she came to the corner, where she usually entered the swamp. She paused, glanced that way and smiled. Then she turned and looked back. There was no one coming in any direction. She followed the road until well around the corner, then she stopped and sat on a grassy spot, laid her books beside her and opened the lunch box. Last night's odours had in a measure prepared her for what she would see, but not quite. She scarcely could believe her senses. Half the bread compartment was filled with dainty sandwiches of bread and butter sprinkled with the yolk of egg and the remainder with three large slices of the most fragrant spice cake imaginable. The meat dish contained shaved cold ham, of which she knew the quality, the salad was tomatoes and celery, and the cup held preserved pear, clear as amber. There was milk in the bottle, two tissue-wrapped cucumber pickles in the folding drinking-cup, and a fresh napkin in the ring. No lunch was ever daintier or more palatable; of that Elnora was perfectly sure. And her mother had prepared it for her! "She does love me!" cried the happy girl. "Sure as you're born she loves me; only she hasn't found it out yet!"

She touched the papers daintily, and smiled at the box as if it were a living thing. As she began closing it a breath of air swept by, lifting the covering of the cake. It was like an invitation, and breakfast was several hours away. Elnora picked up a piece and ate it. That cake tasted even better than it looked. Then she tried a sandwich. How did her mother come to think of making them that way. They never had any at home. She slipped out the fork, sampled the salad, and one-quarter of pear. Then she closed the box and started down the road nibbling one of the pickles and trying to decide exactly how happy she was, but she could find no standard high enough for a measure.

I won't even start with Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs, the ultimate foodie-children's book, except to say that it caused me to go through a phase where I kept eating cream cheese and strawberry jam sandwiches.

Anyway, I don't know where I'm going with this post, other than to say that I am obsessed with Children's Books and Food and the intersection of those two is the most delightful thing on Earth. Does anyone else have any favorite food-scenes from books they'd like to share? Anyone? Bueller?

srah | 5:58 PM
Tags: books, food

Hey, look over there!

I guest-posted at Jamelah.net today. So if you're interested in insane rants on the intersection of food and children's literature, that is where you should be.

srah | 5:57 PM
Tags: blogs, books, food

March 17, 2008

I don't know... I might just be a basketball machine.

2008 Basketball Bracket Thing

It's time once again for Srah's Wholly Unknowledgeable Basketball Picks! You would think that after two non-consecutive years of doing this, I would start to develop some strategy, or get to know the playing styles of some of the teams that are in the tournament every year. Not so! I just pick the brackets. I don't watch the basketball, foo'. I have better things to do with my time, like... uh... well, very important things.

Once again, I present to you (after the jump), my bracket-picking strategy, in all its glory.

srah | 10:50 PM
Tags: basketball, ncaa, sports

Say hello to Bono and Sandra Day O'Connor!

("Those are the stupidest fist names I've ever heard.")

Danny boy, don't be afraid, to shake that ass, and misbehave
Danny boy, I know you got time, but what are you waiting for,
Anyway the dust may just blow away, if you wait for a windy day
But you may find the chance has passed you by;

- "Sewn" by The Feeling, who are probably slightly more Irish than the author of "Danny Boy" because at least they've been to Ireland before

There is a yearly tradition associated with Srahtown and The University I Work At, wherein local bars start serving green beer at 5:30am and students start drinking then (or start at home before 5:30) and continue late into the night. It started as a St Patrick's Day celebration, then the university decided that in order to curb binge drinking, they would always schedule Spring Break to fall during the same week as March 17th. The students countered by removing Green Beer Day from St Patrick's Day and just permanently celebrating it on the Thursday before Spring Break (this year it was March 13). So far the university hasn't come up with another counterstrike, other than encouraging professors to schedule papers and exams for that Thursday and Friday.

More countrysideSrahtown is completely unnavigable during Green Beer Day, and it's best just to stay at home. I was looking forward to St Patrick's Day, so that I could have an opportunity to go out and enjoy some corned beef and cabbage¹ and Irish music while wearing green (and orange), but without all the binge drinking and immaturity. Turns out, I can't find anywhere in Srahtown that celebrates St Patrick's Day separately from Green Beer Day. I guess the weird Easter calendar this year might have thrown things off too - maybe I should have been looking for festivities on Friday or Saturday instead. But I haven't seen anything advertised anywhere.

I guess I'll just hang around at home tonight, wearing my orange and green and listening to Irish music while I eat my... spaghetti.

¹ Then I remembered I don't like corned beef. Cabbage and... shepherd's pie, then.

srah | 12:19 PM
Tags: food, green beer day, holidays, music, srahtown, st patrick's day, the university i work at

March 16, 2008

As cunning as a fox who's just been appointed Professor of Cunning at Oxford University

I am almost finished listening to the audiobook of The Amber Spyglass, the third book of the His Dark Materials series¹. I started thinking about animal form my dæmon would have if I lived in Lyra's world.

The Intarnets tell me that it would be this:

Apparently I have twelve days before my dæmon settles, and if you don't think this form accurately represents me, you all have some influence in changing it by clicking above (if you can't see the button to go to the next question, it's that brown area in the bottom right corner). I'm not wild about the crow-dæmon it came up with, myself. I like to think that if I had a dæmon it would be a fox. The reasons for the box the fox are twofold.

First, I've always felt a connection to the fox in St-Exupéry's The Little Prince:

"To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world..."

[...]

"My life is very monotonous," he said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat . . . "

The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time. "Please -- tame me!" he said.

"I want to, very much," the little prince replied. "But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand."

"One only understands the things that one tames," said the fox. "Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me..."

"What must I do, to tame you?" asked the little prince.

"You must be very patient," replied the fox. First you will sit down at a little distance from me -- like that -- in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day..."

[...]

So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--

"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."

"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you..."

"Yes, that is so," said the fox.

"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.

"Yes, that is so," said the fox.

"Then it has done you no good at all!"

"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields."

- The Little Prince, chapter 21

Second, the foxes in His Dark Materials (which are animals rather than dæmons but must represent the personality of foxes in that world) are pretty entertaining:

"The foxes of the Arctic, scavengers that they were, had picked up some language, but their brains were so formed that they could only understand statements in the present tense. Most of what Iorek and Serafina said was meaningless noise to them. Furthermore, when they spoke, much of what they said was lies, so it didn't matter if they repeated what they'd heard: no one could sort out which parts were true, though the credulous cliff-ghasts often believed most of it, and never learned from their disappointment."

- The Amber Spyglass, chapter 3

They're shy and skittish, need lots of attention and lie their heads off! What could be more appropriate? Everyone go find a way to get me a fox dæmon!

¹ How much I like one of the His Dark Materials books seems to depend on how much Lyra is in it, because I usually want to punch her in her stupid face. So The Subtle Knife is best because there's hardly any Lyra in it, The Amber Spyglass is next, and The Golden Compass is chock-full of Lyra and is therefore terrible. I don't recommend getting involved in the series, because you'll get sucked in and have to invest so many hours in something that - overall - isn't that great. The character development in particular is pretty poor.

srah | 12:01 PM
Tags: books, his dark materials, the little prince

March 15, 2008

Interviewed by The Collective

It's been over a week since The Collective invited readers to be interviewed. I asked for questions then forgot about it for a while, but here - at last - are my answers to their questions.

From Jennie!:

1) Why does Ohio insist on throwing more snow at us? Why?

From heather! anne!:

2) What is the all-time best Christmas movie?
The Best Christmas Pageant Ever. It makes me tear up every time I see Imogene taking her earrings out to look more like Mary, or hear that Leroy left the ham behind for the Baby Jesus. "It's a present. You don't take back a present."

3) What is your favorite blog post you've written? Why?
My favorites are the Gilbert and Sullivan parodies, especially this one. They don't seem to receive much in the way of comments, but they make me happy.

4) You're stuck on a boat with 5 other people for fifteen straight days. What 5 people do you choose?
My dad, mom and sister, Jeopardy! champion Ken Jennings (I think he would fit in pretty well with the rest of us) and George W. Bush. Dubya is there for us to make fun of until we get hungry and eat him.

5) What book was a total waste of your time?
How Nancy Drew Saved My Life was a terrible terrible book. I bought it to read on my site visit to England and Ireland last year and didn't get around to starting it until my return flight, when I had finished all of my other reading material. So it was basically that or nothing. I got so frustrated with the book that I pulled out a pencil and started writing comments and retorts in the margin. When I got back to the States I passed the book on to a friend, warning her that it was the Worst Book Ever and inviting her to make her own notes. So far we've passed it around to six people and are making a nice collection of sarcastic comments.

So now that I think about it, it wasn't a total waste of my time, because I got some entertainment value out of writing the comments. I'll say Wuthering Heights instead.

6) What ingredient goes best with chocolate?
Maraschino cherries.

From Abigail:

7) What is your favorite musical? Tell me a story about your best musical experience.
It's a tie between 1776 and The Pirates of Penzance. I can't think of a whole lot of individual musical experiences I've had, so I'll just say singing and dancing with my family in general. We may have absolutely no talent, but we've got miles and miles and miles of heart.

srah | 6:46 PM
Tags: blogging, books, christmas, holidays, how nancy drew saved my life, interviews, movies, musicals, ohio

March 13, 2008

For once, srah is not complaining!

I recently ordered this shirt from Teh Internets, because pirates are such total wimps compared to lady cops and waitresses. Printing errorUnfortunately when the shirt arrived, it was poorly printed - there was this sort of phantom¹ shadow of the Comics Curmudgeon URL underneath where the URL is supposed to be, as though the press had slipped or something. I don't know. I'm not a t-shirt maker so I don't know the specifics of why it happened - I just know that it didn't look right.

Today, after a couple of weeks of saying, "I'll get around to that later" I emailed CafePress about exchanging this t-shirt for a better-quality print job. This is the response I got:

Dear Sarah,

I am sorry to hear your order was not received in perfect condition. I want you to be 100% satisfied with your CafePress.com experience.

I am ordering you a replacement right away at no additional charge. You should receive the replacement by March 21st. Your new order number is [redacted].

I know the item you received is not up to your complete satisfaction however, I do not want you to incur any extra charges sending the item back. Please discard the defective item.

If there is anything else I can do for you please let me know.

Your ticket code is [redacted]. Please use this code in any further communication.

Best Regards,

Latarsia H.

How awesome is that? I was all prepared to send the shirt back in order to get a new one, but they don't even want me to bother with that. Saves me a trip to the post office²! Thanks, CafePress and Latarsia H.! With any luck, the shirt may come a little early and I can wear your wares all over San Francisco.

¹ This phantom did not wear stripey purple tights.

² Well, not really, because I still have to return other stuff I bought online, but this saves me carrying another package!

srah | 6:42 PM
Tags: customer service

Signs that I am probably going to get murdered one of these days

srah | 12:42 PM
Tags: boys, lost, movies, norman bates, steve buscemi, tv

March 12, 2008

Are they made from real Girl Scouts?

OH HAI I UPRGADED UR BANAZAZ

O HAI I LIKE LISTS

First off, let me clarify that I am an ABC Bakeries girl and always have been. So don't talk to me of your Trefoils and Tagalongs, O Little Brownie Bakers customers! I have studied your ways, but they are strange and foreign to me.

A List of My Favorite Girl Scout Cookies... in order... of preference

Cinna-spins are exempt because I haven't tried them and because they're this year's New Cookie That Will Not Be Back Next Year. Remember the time they tried to fill that spot with some cheese crackers? Yeah, I remember that.

  1. Peanut Butter Sandwich. Yechhhh, peanut butter and cookie. Nothing exciting there.
  2. Lemonades. Lemonades, I knew Lemon Pastry Cremes and you, sir, are no Lemon Pastry Cremes. Lemon Pastry Cremes were - and this is going to shock you all - the best Girl Scout cookie for freezing. I know, you will make your argument for Thin Mints, but it's actually the Lemon Pastry Cremes. Overall, Thin Mints are a better cookie than Lemon Pastry Cremes, because a plain ol' Lemon Pastry Creme is boring, but when both are frozen, Lemon Pastry Cremes win by a nose. This argument is moot, though, because Lemon Pastry Cremes are gone (sniff!) and replaced by this inferior cookie. It's got frosting on the bottom. Who puts frosting on the bottom of a cookie? I know you're going to argue that I could flip the cookie over, but then I can't see the lemon design. I mean, really! There is a top and a bottom for a cookie and we can't just go eating these things willy-nilly. Lemonades are too big to eat in one bite, so they get all crumbly and the frosting (on the bottom!) starts melting on your hand.
  3. Shortbread. The thing I like about Girl Scout cookies is that, for the most part, they are unlike anything else in the stores. Once a year, you have the opportunity to buy these cookies that are pretty unique. Then there's Shortbread, which is not as good as, say, Walkers shortbread, which you can buy all year-round. I'm not going to waste my shortbread-eating on the Girl Scout kind.
  4. Thank Yous (tie). I bet no one else on the planet would place this cookie so high. I'm pretty sure that they were last year's New Cookie That Will Not Be Back Next Year. I have to admit that my reason for tying this cookie with Thin Mints and Caramel deLites has nothing to do with the flavor of the cookie itself (which is comparable to lots of cookies available year round, like the problem with Shortbread) or the shape (frosting on the bottom!), but just the fact that they are printed with "Thank You" messages in a lot of foreign languages. I love that! Languages! International cookies! I am easily entertained.
  5. Caramel deLites (tie). Even my sister, who hates coconut, loves Caramel deLites. They are That Good. Sometimes I'll go off them for a while because they're so much more complicated than the other Girl Scout cookies (caramel AND chocolate AND cookie AND coconut!) but it's a lovely combination.
  6. Thin Mints (tie). Thin Mints are good, frozen Thin Mints are better. There isn't too much to say about Thin Mints. They're a nice little cookie.
  7. Peanut Butter Patties. What? This from the girl who doesn't like peanut butter? Who placed Peanut Butter Sandwiches at the bottom of the list? I can't explain it! The salty peanut butter makes the chocolate so delicious! I love the combination of chocolate + peanut butter + cookie, even though I don't like peanut butter by itself or alone with a cookie.

srah | 5:17 PM
Tags: girl scout cookies, lists

A guide for bunnies planning on delivering food to me

Tier 1: Delicious Easter candy

  • Butterfinger creme eggs
  • Dove milk chocolate in any shape or form
  • Reese's peanut butter eggs

Tier 2: Things that can only be eaten once a year

  • marshmallow Peeps
  • Starburst jelly beans
  • discolored hard-boiled eggs

Tier 3: DO NOT WANT
do not want

  • traditional jelly beans
  • malted milk eggs
  • Cadbury creme eggs
  • Reese's Pieces
  • anything that combines chocolate with orange flavoring
  • regular year-round candy packaged in pastel wrappings, where they don't even make an effort to put it in the shape of a bunny or a chick or an egg or something

srah | 5:09 PM
Tags: candy, easter, holidays, lists

March 11, 2008

A List of My Favorite Fictional Dennises... in order... of preference

Let me know if I've forgotten anyone!

  1. Dennis the Menace (Not menacing at all!)
  2. Dennis Blunden, Head of the Class
  3. Dennis Nedry, Jurassic Park
  4. Dennis Finch, Just Shoot Me
  5. Dennis "Slutbanger" Duffy, 30 Rock (Pro: Rarely wants to do it; Con: Not super smart)
  6. Dennis the Head Shaman, The Mighty Boosh
  7. Dennis the Mud Farmer-slash-Political Philosopher, Monty Python and the Holy Grail

Click below to find out who's #1! Is the suspense killing you yet? It is...

srah | 7:10 PM
Tags: lists, readers' choice

The eyes have it

  • 11 March 2005: srah develops an addiction to under-eye concealer
  • 10 March 2008: srah buys some kind of lotions and potions at the store in an effort to combat under-eye dark circles and puffiness.

Is there something about this time of year that causes me to suddenly evaluate the state of my eyes?

Maybe it's because the sun's finally starting to come out, so there's enough light to see my huge puffy dark circles with.

Maybe it's because spring is coming and I am preparing myself cosmetically to emerge, beautiful and butterfly-like, from my wintry cocoon.

Maybe it's because stupid Daylight Saving Time adjusted the sunshine and confused my equilibrium so I never go to bed early enough anymore, causing even more puffiness and dark circles than usual.

srah | 6:17 PM
Tags: eyes, makeup

Musings on bloggings

James had a series of questions that he posed to bloggers, asking us each to send him one "Golden Blogging Tip." Turns out I had way more than one. It would appear that I have a lot of opinions on things and like to express those opinions on the Internet. Who knew?! So I'm reproducing my full response to the request here, because - hey, free content for the lazy one! Feel free to share your own thoughts on blogging, here or in your own blog.

When/where do you write the best posts?
I don't think there's a formula. If there were, I would write great, amazing excellent posts every time. I also find that my definition of "best" is usually different from my readers' definition of best, which is why I have separate tags for "readers' choice" and "my favorite posts". I have been surprised before by the positive reaction to something that I wasn't even sure was worth publishing. There's no predicting it!

How do you prevent blogging fatigue?
I don't. If I'm tired of blogging, I just don't blog. Usually the sight of an empty index page is enough to get me up and at 'em again. I've seen many people quit blogging over the years, and I've also seen people say they're quitting, then come back. I've never quit altogether, although there have been times when I haven't posted for a while. It probably helps to have an overinflated sense of your own popularity, so that when that empty index page comes up you think, "I must blog! The people will despair if they do not hear from me for a week! They will think I am dead and they will care that I am dead! I can hear them now, clamoring for me to blog! I mustn't disappoint the common throng!" In reality, all that happens is my sister goes, "Why haven't you blogged anything? You should blog about X or Y" and then I go out and find topic Z in order to avoid blogging what she's ordered.

Sources of inspiration
Pants, mostly. I seem to blog about pants a lot. Whose pants fit, whose pants don't fit, where to buy pants, what kind of pants to wear to the store, etc.

Lately it's been all movies and TV, because all I do is work and watch movies and TV, and I don't blog about work.

Design tips
I used to change my design a lot more frequently, but I've had the current one for almost three years now. I used to worry a lot more about what other people saw in my blog, but nowadays at least half my readers are reading it in their RSS readers and never clicking through to the actual post. So I designed something that I like and have stuck with it.

Design won't make a blog, but it will break one. If I visit a beautifully designed blog with boring content, I won't be back. On the other hand, if I visit a blog with great content and it's, like, white Comic Sans on an aqua background with blinkies and animated gifs and horrible typos/misspellings aNd CaPiTaLiZaTiOn lIkE tHiS I may be so distracted by the horrible design that I don't want to come back or that I miss out on how good the content is. So design is important, but secondary to content.

Commenting
Commenting is good when you have something to say. "HEY, LOOK AT MY BLOG!" is not a good comment. "Hey, I wrote a post on this same topic and have some other ideas" is a good comment. So is, "I was going to comment on this post but my comment was eight paragraphs long so I just turned it into a blog post on my own blog." So is "Sarah is the most beautiful creature on earth and all of her opinions are exactly correct." I like those.

I visit the blog of just about everyone who comments on my blog. Sometimes I add them to my RSS feeds and sometimes I just click through when they comment. I usually even click through to the HEY LOOK AT MY BLOG people to see if their blog is as good as they think it is. Usually it isn't.

I comment a lot more frequently on n00bs' blogs than on blogs that regularly receive 30 comments per post. I like to encourage people to keep at it. If you're getting hundreds of comments already, I will have to have something really important to say in order to leave a comment, because I kind of figure, "What's the point? They've got plenty of feedback already and most of these people are saying what I'd say."

Linking
I think contextual links are much more flattering than general blogroll-style links. I would rather someone said in one of their posts, "Here's a post that srah wrote [link], and here's what I think about that subject" or "this post by srah made me ROFLMAOLOLOMG [link]" than just added me to their sidebar. I guess I like it because it shows they were actually reading and had a reaction.

Audience
Through the years, I have become more aware of my audience and also more aware of my potential audience. Before I publish something on the Internet, I try to think about who I expect to read it, but also who else might read it. Am I writing something that will incriminate me in some way? Would it look particularly bad to future prospective employers, mothers-in-law, or skeezy Google searchers? I haven't told any of my coworkers (or anyone I know in Srahtown, for that matter) that I have a blog, but I always try to think, "If they FOUND OUT that I have a blog, would they be okay with this?" This is also why I've never called Srahtown or The University I Work At by name - because if a prospective student (or worse yet, the parent of a prospective student) is Googling either of those names, I don't want my blog to influence them not to come here, just because I said the campus smelled funny one day.

Ending
I think I'm influenced a lot by short stories and essays and M. Night Shyamalan... I need to have a twist or a punchline or something at the end. I have plenty of posts that have just ended, but I'm never quite satisfied if I don't put something amusing in the end, no matter how hard that may be.

That's what she said.

srah | 6:06 PM
Tags: blogging

March 10, 2008

PINS!

MY MUCH LOVED FRIEND,

I DARE not express to you, at three hundred miles distance, how ardently I long for your return. I have some very miserly wishes, and cannot consent to your spending one hour in town, till, at least, I have had you twelve. The idea plays about my heart, unnerves my hand, whilst I write, awakens all the tender sentiments, that years have increased and matured, and which, when with me, were every day dispensing to you. The whole collected stock of ten weeks absence knows not how to brook any longer restraint, but will break forth and flow through my pen. May the like sensations enter thy breast, and (spite of all the weighty cares of state) mingle them selves with those I wish to communicate ; for, in giving them utterance, I have felt more sincere pleasure, than I have known since the 10th of Au gust.

- Abigail Adams to John Adams, 16 October 1774

It's Middle Name Pride Day, and therefore I bring you videos of my middlenamesake! Or rather... my middlenamesake, as portrayed by Virginia Vestoff. As far as I am aware, there are no YouTube videos in existence of my actual middlenamesake, unless she perfected time travel... which you know she would do, because she's awesome like that¹.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ksRLwrzRilE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBz1OJpnUIk

Middle Name Pride!

¹ Then she would go back and un-invent it because she would know how much I hate time travel.

srah | 8:48 PM
Tags: abigail adams, time travel

Weekend Words

Apparently we are describing our weekends in two-word increments. I don't know why we are doing this, but it is The Internet so I must stop questioning and instead follow blindly. So let it be written, so let it be done!

Friday:
Dad's birthday
drove north
excessive snowfall
slippery conditions
didn't die
gymnastics meet
hot dog
steak dinner
Saturday:
viewed exhibit
leftover steak
Battlestar Galactica
pickle soup
fell asleep
Sunday:
mix CD
Red Lobster
drove home
changed clocks
Auberge Espagnole

srah | 8:02 PM
Tags: memes, two words

March 6, 2008

Dream

It's been a while since I've posted about a dream, but I remembered so much detail from this one I had to record it!

I dreamt last night that I was living with my college roommate in a one-room apartment somewhere in a town near water (in my dream it was still Srahtown, but Srahtown happened to be near water). The apartment was all one room, but it was very large, so I guess it was more of a loft. Is that what a loft is? For some reason even though we had all this space, we still had our beds and desks lofted like in college (that is to say, stacked up on each other so the beds are up at the ceilings above the desks). Actually, I'm not sure we ever had our room set up like that in college, but I know other people did. So we had this concentrated bed/desk area (right by the entrance for some reason) and all this empty space elsewhere in the apartment. I think I had just moved in, because there were no sheets or anything on my bed, but I think Roommate had been living there a while. This girl knocked on the door and introduced herself and reminded me that we had gone to college together. It wasn't anyone I went to college with in real life - I think she was just an invented dream character - but I recognized her in the dream as an old classmate, so I invited her in. She wanted to use our wireless Internet. A few minutes later her big hulking redneck boyfriend showed up to do the same.

We were sitting around the TV and chatting while they used the Internet, and then the girl said of somebody on the TV, "[X] is such a queer, CNN should just fire him." I don't remember who [X] was, but it was some real TV newsperson (not Anderson Cooper - I remember it being someone who probably wasn't even gay and might not even be on CNN). I got really upset and kicked her out of the apartment, saying, "Get out! Get out now! I don't want to hear that! No one talks like that under my roof!" She finally gave up and fled, but her boyfriend just sat there in the chair until he was done with the wireless.

Then I went to this market which was still ostensibly in Srahtown but the weather was kind of tropical and there were dirt floors. I was worried about running into the girl from before, but then I got distracted by the pushing, shoving crowds and the fact that there were four separate booths in the same area selling exotic flavors of ice cream. I wandered through the ice cream stalls, got a huge chunk of delicious chocolate as a free sample, then I went to look at produce. This woman (another shopper, rather than someone who worked at the market) saw me surveying the produce and picked up two giant green tomatoes (They looked more like small watermelons, and I'd say they weighed 5-10 pounds each) and put them in my hands. Then she handed me a great big onion, too, and told me something to the effect that black people knew their heirloom tomatoes, so I should trust her judgment. So I did, because what the heck do I know about heirloom tomatoes? Maybe she's right. I think I was trying to decide what to make for dinner with my tomatoes and onion when I woke up.

srah | 12:04 PM
Tags: dream, homophobia, roommate, shopping, tomatoes

March 5, 2008

Time for yet another quiz...

... for I am too lazy/boring to make up my own content this week. Here is a meme that I have adopted:

  • Pick 15 of your favorite movies.
  • Go to IMDb (or Wikiquote) and find a quote from each movie. (Or in some cases, just remember them.)
  • Post them here for everyone to guess.
  • Italicize it when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it correctly and the name of the movie.
  • NO GOOGLING/using IMDb/Wikiquote search functions. Anyone caught cheating will be put to death.
  • My sister can offer no more than one guess per hour.
  1. The sun will go on rising and setting whether I fail in Geometry or not. I think I'd rather it didn't go on if I failed. ["Anne of Green Gables" - guessed by Cherri]
  2. I thought she was a sandwich, 'til she went spare on me finger. ["Help!" - guessed by Cherri]
  3. The way he lets those few hairs in the back grow long and combs them up over his head, coming down behind his ears. It's ingenious, really. ["In the Good Old Summertime" - guessed by mommy]
  4. Perhaps you're interested in how a man undresses. ["It Happened One Night" - guessed by sarah]
  5. Whacking. I'm hell at whacking. ["Witness" - guessed by mommy]
  6. My little baby, off to destroy people. ["Mulan" - guessed by Elisabeth]
  7. It's funny. Guys understand nothing about women. It's ridiculous. Each sex off in their own dark corner... While if a guy took an interest in women, he'd be a pig in shit. ["L'Auberge Espagnole" - guessed by alfie]
  8. I am here for a lecture on navigation. Am I in the wrong place? ["Persuasion" - guessed by Beau]
  9. Do you like boats? ["Sliding Doors" - guessed by alfie]
  10. So, you have a twin sister. ["Return of the Jedi" - guessed by J]
  11. I'm nobody's weasel. ["Amélie" - guessed by J]
  12. If they can dye the river green today, why can't they dye it blue the other 364 days of the year? ["The Fugitive" - guessed by sarah]
  13. You're a brave man. Go and break through the lines. And remember, while you're out there risking your life and limb through shot and shell, we'll be in be in here thinking what a sucker you are. ["Duck Soup" - guessed by Cherri]
  14. Seriously, Betty, you know what this meteor could mean to science. If we find it, and it's real, it could mean a lot. It could mean actual advances in the field of science. ["The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra" - guessed by alfie]
  15. We are so lucky to have been raised amongst catalogs. ["Best In Show" - guessed by Bob]

srah | 12:05 PM
Tags: movies, quizzes

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