Saturday, November 01, 2003

My liver is killing me
Thanks to fermented potato starch that set me on my ass last night and the eight glasses of water that set me straight enough to get home. Thanks to Ms. Comrade for the egg and cheese bagel at 2:30 in the morning. Thanks to Big Gray for being the best damned painting this Andy Warhol ever saw (see fotolog) and a special thanks to Knight Seeker's Heavy Metal Karaoke for playing all the hits. I love this town.

I hope everyone had a safe and sugary Halloween.

Friday, October 31, 2003

Stuff like this is what I worry about.

There was also a story on NPR awhile ago about bottled water consumption. It's great that more Americans are drinking water, but it's producing more plastic bottles than ever that aren't getting recycled.

Now, I'm contributing to the mess by throwing about 20 or so video tapes.

Two quotes from class discussion
It's the same class I've refered to in past. I couldn't help but post these from our recent discussion on the death penalty.

"It is not society's fault that the poor cannot afford powerful representation."

"A homeless drifter may not mind being wrongly imprisoned, where they get a bed, food and medical care. A family man that loses his job, wife, home and ends up with alienated children after a few years of wrongful incarceration would feel much differently."

So we're doing a cost/benefit analysis on someone's life? They keep mentioning that there's a margin of error with every experiment/policy/study. We're talking about people's lives; they don't have to die if we don't have capital punishment--there are alternatives. I don't understand how someone can be so callous towards an innocent person.

This is My Curse
There was a chili cook-off at work today. Just one bowl of a spicy kind and I'm feeling the burn. Then I wisely washed it down with a Dr. Pepper. I've never had heartburn, but it runs in the family--serious stuff. Is this the beginning?

Riddle Me This
Pepsi now has a drink called Wild Cherry that is supposed to mimic Dr. Pepper. Dr. Pepper is independent, but you most commonly see it with Pepsi products. If Coke has Mr. Pibb, then where is Dr. Pepper going to go?

I've got a bunch of old Rolling Stone and Spin Magazines around the time that U2 released Achtung Baby. Will these ever be valuable? Probably not, right? I've kept them for sentimental reasons, but I'm not so sure I care anymore. I mean, U2 will always be my favorite band, but I don't need articles to remind me of that. I've got several baaad books on U2. Thank god my mom stopped me from buying more. Can you tell I'm cleaning? I just don't want to get like my grandmother or Lucas.

Thursday, October 30, 2003

I swear
The Today Show is hosting a contest similar to American Idol, but smaller and not so much hype. The judges: Eartha Kitt, who I'd say is qualified, and Stone Cold Steve Austin. Well, atleast they don't have any pretentions about having qualified judges that don't give a lick of constructive criticism, much less put a sentence together. Austin was actually funny/endearing. His comments were "cute" and "superb." Then there's the song selection, which was horrendous. Get that Celine Dion, Whitney Houston,diva crap out of there. What happened to classics? It's no wonder that Kelly Clarkston's first single didn't do well. Have they listened to MTV lately? Even VH1 is hipper than that now. The only people who like to show off their vocal range are those in competitions. There was one cute, kind of rugged guy. I expected something good out of him. Nope. "I swear," was song. Maybe he didn't choose it, but he sure didn't back of on the emotion. Blech. There was hope when one of the girls on the first American Idol chose "Ain't No Sunshine," by Bill Withers. It was fantastic and I almost peed in my pants, but it was a one time deal. There's nothing good about the way these people sing, and the judges encourage it. I just feel embarrassed for these guys.

Pop Quiz
Your mother just unloaded dozens of "your" vcr tapes on you that are as old as the family vcr (almost 2 decades). None of them are actual studio tapes. They were blank at one time, and now they're full of crappy movies. Not to mention, the quality has deteriorated. It's not even worth it to record over them. What do you do? What do you do?

Seriously guys, what do I do with these tapes? I'd hate to throw them away.

(I've just become the biggest nerd haven't I?)

Wednesday, October 29, 2003

I would like to read this:
"The Pernice Brothers' album, Yours, Mine & Ours, was one of the most acclaimed of 2003. Joe Pernice's new book, Meat is Murder, is part of a collection of short books inspired by music albums. The book's title comes from the album of the same name by The Smiths."

here's the story on NPR.

Woman on the Verge
Real Simple is easily the best and most dangerous magazine for me. Just one glance into November's issue and I'm ready to buy a house and cook Thanksgiving dinner--they make it seem so "simple" and glamorous. Well, I'm always ready to buy a house. I've never found a more helpful and inspiring magazine. I mean, how else would I have known that milk thaws fish? It's like Schott's Miscellany, but for home and self improvement. I love it so much.

Tuesday, October 28, 2003

Hats off to the Agent
I've decided that she's the funniest person I know.

My hometown is burning!
San Diego, the place of my birth, seems to be burning to the ground...
Suzanna, are you guys ok?

When I was in fifth grade someone accidentally set fire to the mountain across the street from my house. The entire thing was ablaze in minutes. In high school my art teacher had to suddenly leave class when a brush fire crept too close to his house along the canyon. I miss California, but not the fires or the earthquakes. I had a sinking feeling last night thinking about my old house burning down. Peyton and I carved our initials in the closet in my room, and probably some sort of homage to whatever hair metal band we were in to at the time...

Calling all San Diegans: I offer you refuge in Athens. You can repay my kindness with jalepeno-cheddar bagels from Baltimore Bagel.

Vindication at last!
When I was 16 I had a party, like any red-blooded teenager with parents out of town. When my folks returned my dad accused one of my party guests of going into their room and stealing the laces out of his Florsheims. I told him it was ridiculous, that it had to have been the dogs, but he insisted without a hint of humor that it was some rowdy teenager with some sort of vendetta. Yesterday, 11 years after the fact, my dad calls to apologize. Apparently he caught the dog tearing shoelaces out of his shoes.
In the face!

Look For the Silver Lining...
I've been dreading receiving an email from the professor I asked to be a major professor on my master's committee. He also happens to be the dean. I thought for sure he would say I waited too long (I didn't. I talked him in spring and summer, but haven't had the time to confirm anything this semester b/c I've been monumentally busy and sick) and that he's too busy...I call last week to set up an appointment, and find out that he's out of the country till mid-Nov. Ack! I couldn't wait that long, so I emailed him, which I didn't want to do (I feel that it's better to talk in person especially about your committee). He finally replied and said YES! Woo hoo, I'm on my way to graduation. I keep saying that each week this semester has progressively turned worse, but maybe this is the turning point.

Also, check out the latest Uniform Crime Report

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