I haven't written anything on here in a week. I have wanted to write about things I cannot tell, and beyond that my thoughts are scattered.
A list of my scattered thoughts:
1. McCain looks like he has had plastic surgery. His face is creepy when he smiles, as if he has already spent a lifetime of not smiling, so that he needed plastic surgery to smile again.
2. I need to do cardio more than once a week.
3. I made a foolish promise to relearn organic chemistry-my weakest chemistry knowledge- and now I have to study all the time. I crave girl time-just to ride around in the car shopping for records-but I have to study now.
4. Jips and I realized something that I have known in my soul for a lifetime: I don't like "dinner" foods. This may have something to do with why I am comforted by grocery stores.
5. Football season makes me happy.
6. I wish my house was clean.
7. Insurance companies are the devil.
8. I want to bake cake. Lots of cake. I want to eat cake. Cake cake CAKE.
9. I want to be a better mom to my dogs. I love my dogs.
10. Political speeches are lame. People that cheer at them need to be introduced to football.
11. Every night in my dreams I am aggressive and fighting. Sometimes physically fighting, mostly arguing and yelling. I am either fighting people I dislike in my department at school or black girls that are cashiers.
12. I wonder what my boss would look like if he got plastic surgery like McCain. My boss is the most negative person I have ever met.
13. I am in a graduate women's therapy group. Things that go on in group live in my mind but I cannot tell them. I want to take one of the girls home with me and make her my best friend. As if we had time for that.
14. I read Opting Out? Why women really quit careers and head home, and it made me depressed. I have enough mental notes for a whole blog post about this. It was an excellent book, just too much reality for me. I have to remind myself that I am just going to do the best I can in the world I currently live in.
15. When will the economy turn around?
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Sunday, September 7, 2008
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Celebrating Fermi-ness
I have a love/hate relationship with my birthday. On one hand it is my ultimate favorite day, because it is a day for me: a day I can celebrate my Fermi-ness. I used to dislike my birthday because I got unwanted gifts and attention and that made me feel uncomfortable. Now, I get more presents that I want, and I am overall more at peace with who I am so unwanted attention doesn't bother me nearly as much.
Age is a funny thing because there is our chronological age (25), the age we feel (40), and the age we look (17). Now with modern advancements in interweb technology we can even calculate our Real Age (16.7) at www.realage.com! I guess it is comforting that my real age is 16.7 because strangers generally think that I am an undergrad in college.
Arg. You want some real amusement? Go check out Cajun Boy's blog. Watch the embedded video at this post, and then follow the link at the end of the post and read his analysis.
Fermi's report card of life skills (age 25):
Thinking
99 - A
Communicating
60 - F
Talking
50 - F
Writing
70 - C
Being Kind
70 - C
Loving
90 - A
Walking
90 - A
Swimming
40 - F
Age is a funny thing because there is our chronological age (25), the age we feel (40), and the age we look (17). Now with modern advancements in interweb technology we can even calculate our Real Age (16.7) at www.realage.com! I guess it is comforting that my real age is 16.7 because strangers generally think that I am an undergrad in college.
Arg. You want some real amusement? Go check out Cajun Boy's blog. Watch the embedded video at this post, and then follow the link at the end of the post and read his analysis.
Fermi's report card of life skills (age 25):
Thinking
99 - A
Communicating
60 - F
Talking
50 - F
Writing
70 - C
Being Kind
70 - C
Loving
90 - A
Walking
90 - A
Swimming
40 - F
Sunday, July 13, 2008
happy birthday, America
I love America, and it seems that the fourth of July makes women want to bake. It is the summer and berries are everywhere so most people make some whipped cream and blue-berry-strawberry cake thing. Not me. Finally I am posting a photo of the disaster of the red velvet cupcakes.
I had such high hopes for these little guys. But the blue is baby-blue, not royal blue, and red-velvet cake is foul. If I were to do this again, no, I won't do this again.
I felt very unmotivated Saturday. I bet there is a correlation with very hard work during the week and total lack of motivation on Saturday. I did get one thing done! I got booton a gift card to bed bath and a nice wedding card. So I will send that off soon. Etiquette sites say that you should not give people gift cards for wedding presents. This is rubbish if you ask me. Once people start having registries, gift cards are okay, because basically they are picking their own stuff out anyway. Gift cards just allow them to get specifically the exact thing they wanted most off of their registry but have not yet received.
We saw Wall-E on Friday night. It was okay. More of a romantic-drama than a romantic comedy. I prefer my romances comedic. How could the fat people make babies if they weren't used to touching each other, that's what I want to know!
I don't want to go back to work tomorrow. At least it is another 4 day week for me, because Jips and I are going to my dead grandmother's memorial service on Friday. I am looking forward to the little vacation.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
All Hail Snail Mail!
Once every five years our department goes under the scrutiny of the External Review Committee. This is a group of professors from other universities, six to be exact, three of which were from schools in California. Anyway, they come to our school for 3 days and talk to everyone from undergrads to accounting for our department. Basically, they talk to everyone and write up a report of suggestions to make our department better. It seems like a good system to me.
Anyway, I was asked to be part of the graduate student group. So I talked to these professors for an hour on Wednesday... And on Friday I wrote each of them a thank-you note on cards depicting my school's seal or an artist's rendition of a landmark associated with my school. I mailed them on Friday, too. That is a fast turn-around time for me, and I am proud of it.
One of the things I learned in my Women's group is that people love getting hand-written thank you notes. Especially if they are a professor that you just met and talked to a little bit. They probably thought nothing of the encounter when it happened, and then magically they get this nice hand-written note in the mail! And suddenly you become their new favorite person. So I get a big check mark this week under the title: NETWORKING.
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Therapy ended. I knew this was coming, I just didn't know how abruptly it would happen. Actually my last visit was April 30th. She told me we had 3 more weeks. But during my session on April 30th, her husband was at work on a 20 foot ladder. And he fell off of the ladder. 20 feet down. He fucked up his back and now he is paralyzed from the waist down. She left work. I was her last client. She hasn't been back in over 2 weeks now. She was getting phone calls during our session about her husband, but at the time she silenced them. It is a little creepy thinking about that now.
I am not taking my "lack of therapy" very well. I feel like I am in mourning. Like I lost one of the best things in my life. I lost my connection with the world beyond grad school. I lost my fake mom. That is why I made my list of positive things, to counteract the negative things in my head. I don't have much motivation. I am beginning to get scared of people. I am making myself start my day with 30 minutes of Elliptical. If I do that I have a good day. If I don't, I have a bad day.
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On a lighter note. My sister's birthday is this month.
I just made my Amazon purchase to be shipped to her house.
Her gift is the following:
1) I like you, by Amy Sedaris
2) Girls of Riyadh, by Rajaa Alsanea
Anyway, I was asked to be part of the graduate student group. So I talked to these professors for an hour on Wednesday... And on Friday I wrote each of them a thank-you note on cards depicting my school's seal or an artist's rendition of a landmark associated with my school. I mailed them on Friday, too. That is a fast turn-around time for me, and I am proud of it.
One of the things I learned in my Women's group is that people love getting hand-written thank you notes. Especially if they are a professor that you just met and talked to a little bit. They probably thought nothing of the encounter when it happened, and then magically they get this nice hand-written note in the mail! And suddenly you become their new favorite person. So I get a big check mark this week under the title: NETWORKING.
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Therapy ended. I knew this was coming, I just didn't know how abruptly it would happen. Actually my last visit was April 30th. She told me we had 3 more weeks. But during my session on April 30th, her husband was at work on a 20 foot ladder. And he fell off of the ladder. 20 feet down. He fucked up his back and now he is paralyzed from the waist down. She left work. I was her last client. She hasn't been back in over 2 weeks now. She was getting phone calls during our session about her husband, but at the time she silenced them. It is a little creepy thinking about that now.
I am not taking my "lack of therapy" very well. I feel like I am in mourning. Like I lost one of the best things in my life. I lost my connection with the world beyond grad school. I lost my fake mom. That is why I made my list of positive things, to counteract the negative things in my head. I don't have much motivation. I am beginning to get scared of people. I am making myself start my day with 30 minutes of Elliptical. If I do that I have a good day. If I don't, I have a bad day.
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On a lighter note. My sister's birthday is this month.
I just made my Amazon purchase to be shipped to her house.
Her gift is the following:
1) I like you, by Amy Sedaris
2) Girls of Riyadh, by Rajaa Alsanea
Monday, May 12, 2008
Do I have chocolate on my face?
Ahh, Peaches, I have been tickled by your past two posts. I love the one about the parent calling, and our grandmothers being computers. You also mention the fact that I have been trying to NOT mention... That you and I are the only posters as of 4-20 day. I've only been avoiding the subject because of who? Who else -- my boss.
So my boss is quite possibly THE WORST TEACHER EVER. I have had the joy of taking 2 out of 2 of his graduate level classes. They are bad. He gets up in front of us, lectures, observes our unhappy faces, and stops the lecture to say to us:
"Why don't you love [enter class name here]!?! You should be thrilled to learn about this! This class is better than anything else in your life! What is wrong with you!"
Now, we are accosted as the collective "you," which is better than being singled out. But still, stopping the lecture to tell us to be excited about your lecture topic is NOT the way to motivate students. It only draws attention to the fact that you are a sucky teacher.
That is why I didn't want to draw attention to the fact that no one was blogging. Instead I tried to just post alot myself to make blogging seem fun. heh. well, in other news...
Today Zazu and I had this conversation.
Setting: My office, Zazu reading a science book.
Props: the office should be filled with diet soda bottles and cans, half of them full of soda, half of them consumed. Estimate number of 2 liter bottles: 8, Estimate number of cans: 18.
Enter Stage Left: Fermi
Zazu turns to look at Fermi and speaks (slowly): Do you have any chocolate?
Fermi (surprised): Do I have chocolate on my face?
Zazu (seems to think Fermi did not understand the question): No, Do you have any chocolate?
Fermi (again, surprised): Do I have chocolate on my face?
Zazu: No. I just want to know if you have any.
Fermi: Oh. No, I don't have any. Why?
Zazu: Well, sometimes when I am reading--not that I'm not interested in what I am reading-- but I just get tired. So I need some chocolate.
Fermi: Why don't you just have a soda?
Zazu (looking around): Well, I could... but I don't like to drink soda.
Fermi: Why not?
Zazu: Because its unhealthy... and I have bad teeth. Its not good for my teeth.
Fermi: Have some coffee.
Zazu: I don't like coffee.
Fermi: So you need chocolate.
Zazu: Right.
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photo from a free photo site. By Hbregazzi.
So my boss is quite possibly THE WORST TEACHER EVER. I have had the joy of taking 2 out of 2 of his graduate level classes. They are bad. He gets up in front of us, lectures, observes our unhappy faces, and stops the lecture to say to us:
"Why don't you love [enter class name here]!?! You should be thrilled to learn about this! This class is better than anything else in your life! What is wrong with you!"
Now, we are accosted as the collective "you," which is better than being singled out. But still, stopping the lecture to tell us to be excited about your lecture topic is NOT the way to motivate students. It only draws attention to the fact that you are a sucky teacher.
That is why I didn't want to draw attention to the fact that no one was blogging. Instead I tried to just post alot myself to make blogging seem fun. heh. well, in other news...
Today Zazu and I had this conversation.
Setting: My office, Zazu reading a science book.
Props: the office should be filled with diet soda bottles and cans, half of them full of soda, half of them consumed. Estimate number of 2 liter bottles: 8, Estimate number of cans: 18.
Enter Stage Left: Fermi
Zazu turns to look at Fermi and speaks (slowly): Do you have any chocolate?
Fermi (surprised): Do I have chocolate on my face?
Zazu (seems to think Fermi did not understand the question): No, Do you have any chocolate?
Fermi (again, surprised): Do I have chocolate on my face?
Zazu: No. I just want to know if you have any.
Fermi: Oh. No, I don't have any. Why?
Zazu: Well, sometimes when I am reading--not that I'm not interested in what I am reading-- but I just get tired. So I need some chocolate.
Fermi: Why don't you just have a soda?
Zazu (looking around): Well, I could... but I don't like to drink soda.
Fermi: Why not?
Zazu: Because its unhealthy... and I have bad teeth. Its not good for my teeth.
Fermi: Have some coffee.
Zazu: I don't like coffee.
Fermi: So you need chocolate.
Zazu: Right.
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photo from a free photo site. By Hbregazzi.
Monday, March 10, 2008
His Jeff Gordon Birthday
Jips had a birthday this month. I got him the above cake. Do you get it? Your Jeff Gordon birthday is when you turn 24, like your Michael Jordan birthday is when you turn 23. Horton was really awesome. I am excited to hear all about your wedding, booton! Do you have brides maids dresses picked out yet? Could you post a picture of any of the dresses?
I have my first practice for my Oral Exam on Wednesday. My actual date is April 2nd. I have lots to do!!! We got an awesome (pants) suit for me from the limited this weekend. It is dark brown, and I got a teal shirt to go under it. I am totally freaking out about my oral exam, so I need to get to work!
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Chemicals and The Road
Right now I'm feeling rather like Meryl Streep in Silkwood after she's been contaminated with radiation and thrown in the shower for a violent scrub-down. Not literally, of course, but such is my current mental state. The exterminator came to my apartment this morning and doused everything in my bedroom with some manner of chemical solution. They soaked my floors, walls, my dresser, my sofa, bookcase, stereo speakers, etc. ANYTHING that could potentially harbor the little beasts was drowned in the solution. I felt violated and above all, dirty, like each pump of the bug killer's canister was wheezing out, "Fil-thy, fil-thy, fil-thyyyyyy." But it's done with now. I'm at work, and maybe by the time I get home tonight the chemical stench of certain death will have dissipated. So, enough of this topic for now. There's so much else going on...
In less than I week I will be hitting the road for a 20 day long tour playing guitar with an awesome Brooklyn-based band. The tour is centered around the SXSW music festival in Austin where we'll be playing two label showcases and a handful of day parties. I haven't been back to Austin since I graduated from UT and moved to Brooklyn. It's been a little over a year, and the nostalgia has finally set in. Granted, SXSW week is an utter whirlwind of bands, booze, bbq, and way too many people, but it should be fun. We're playing Philly, Baltimore, Chapel Hill, Birmingham, Pensacola, Sarasota, Shreveport, and Houston on the way to the fest, and Dallas, Oklahoma City, St. Louis, Chicago, Indianapolis, Cleveland, and Pittsburgh on the way back. 20 days in a van with three dudes is going to be intense, but it's definitely going to be an experience. 
Oh, and I'll be celebrating my 24th birthday along the way as well! I should probably warn the guys about my driving skills prior to departure. The last tour vehicle that I operated overheated in the middle of West Texas sprawl and my bandmate and I had to hitchhike a ride to the nearest town where the Dairy Queen was the center of activity. Oh hell no. Wish me luck!
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