last week of classes...much much much too busy
4.26.2006
4.20.2006
4.19.2006
4.17.2006
blog from my phone?
i just set my blog up so i can post from my phone. there's nothing we can't do these days. i am continuously astounded!
more later.
4.16.2006
happy easter
I call this "bunny atlas" - I know, genius! 
easter flowers are my favorite
yes, a skirt, i know...you can't see it! haha!4.13.2006
RIP Alternative Press
The Village Voice is gone now too. What a shame the media has become in this country. Anything alternative or varying in view is being eaten up by massive corporate owners. Why do all our papers have to be the same? How alternative can it really be anymore? This leaves no room for progressive politics or public discourse.
RIP Village Voice.
RIP Village Voice.
Till we have faces...
Forget to mention that I finished reading "Till We Have Faces". I really wanted to note this too, because I was just entralled by it.
I finally discovered what the title means in the final pages. The book concerns itself with the presense/or not of the gods, love, and life/death. A character, Orual, has put a charge before the gods, but receives no answer. She then discovers that the questions that humans have - which seem to matter then - will only die away once we have foudn ourselves for what we truly are - and only then are our questions answered by knowing ourselves. I think she also learns that we cannot see ourselves until we let others see themselves, or until we see what they've become. And finally, there is a difference between scared and profane love, or selfless and selfish.
Here are a few quotes from the book:
"The complaint was the answer. To have heard myself making it was to be answered ... When the time comes to you at which you will be forced at last to utter the speech which has lain at the center of your soul for years, which you have, all that time, idiot-like, been saying over and over, you'll not talk about joy of words. I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openely, nor let us answer. Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? how can they meet us face to face till we have faces?"
All around a great book. It's so nice to read something with meaning.
I finally discovered what the title means in the final pages. The book concerns itself with the presense/or not of the gods, love, and life/death. A character, Orual, has put a charge before the gods, but receives no answer. She then discovers that the questions that humans have - which seem to matter then - will only die away once we have foudn ourselves for what we truly are - and only then are our questions answered by knowing ourselves. I think she also learns that we cannot see ourselves until we let others see themselves, or until we see what they've become. And finally, there is a difference between scared and profane love, or selfless and selfish.
Here are a few quotes from the book:
"The complaint was the answer. To have heard myself making it was to be answered ... When the time comes to you at which you will be forced at last to utter the speech which has lain at the center of your soul for years, which you have, all that time, idiot-like, been saying over and over, you'll not talk about joy of words. I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openely, nor let us answer. Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? how can they meet us face to face till we have faces?"
All around a great book. It's so nice to read something with meaning.
busy busy
Today has just been full of stuff, not that I'm complaining. What better way is there to follow a series of down days than a series of up days?
Work was definitely interesting this morning. Dawn has been out on vacation and Jeff thought it would be appropriate to act ghetto, following the theme of Busta Rhymes coming to campus. He said he's got some major dirt for me to write a story on for the paper, but that he can't tell me right now. I unfortunately won't know until Tuesday. You can't just say you have dirt and then not tell me! Guh!
After work I went to go visit my professor from last year's English 102 class. I finally gave him some stuff to read and critique, and he set me up with another girl that likes to write - Jackie. So we're sending each other stuff back and forth I guess, which will be nice. It's been so long since I had someone to critique my stuff, that's not a teacher and not my boyfriend.
But, apart from that, I started work on the Libby story. It looks good so far, I think. We'll see how it goes.
It's only four yet. More to happen later.
Spring is finally here.
Work was definitely interesting this morning. Dawn has been out on vacation and Jeff thought it would be appropriate to act ghetto, following the theme of Busta Rhymes coming to campus. He said he's got some major dirt for me to write a story on for the paper, but that he can't tell me right now. I unfortunately won't know until Tuesday. You can't just say you have dirt and then not tell me! Guh!
After work I went to go visit my professor from last year's English 102 class. I finally gave him some stuff to read and critique, and he set me up with another girl that likes to write - Jackie. So we're sending each other stuff back and forth I guess, which will be nice. It's been so long since I had someone to critique my stuff, that's not a teacher and not my boyfriend.
But, apart from that, I started work on the Libby story. It looks good so far, I think. We'll see how it goes.
It's only four yet. More to happen later.
Spring is finally here.
4.08.2006
50% the wisdom than before...
I had my wisdom teeth out Thursday. I only had two of them out, the troublesome ones, so now I only have half the wisdom I did before.
Also, I've been enjoying the days off. I had Thursday off for obvious reasons. Then Friday I chose to take off too. Again today, I had to work this morning, but I've been relatively inactive. It's so nice to loaf around, read, write, do whatever I want to do. It's amazing - how nice to have this freedom always.
Jill just made fun of my tummy : (
Tomorrow is Cullen's baptism. We had to shop today for a shirt and tie for him and he was soooo picky. He didn't want a white shirt, it was too plain. He didn't want a blue tie, he wanted a pink one. Who knew he was so picky about clothes? Him! Lol, I wouldn't be surprised if he was gay.
I made a cake for his party tomorrow. The dog licked part of it, but no one has to know ; )
Much more later. I don't feel like being online. (Think I'll go do some sit-ups)
Also, I've been enjoying the days off. I had Thursday off for obvious reasons. Then Friday I chose to take off too. Again today, I had to work this morning, but I've been relatively inactive. It's so nice to loaf around, read, write, do whatever I want to do. It's amazing - how nice to have this freedom always.
Jill just made fun of my tummy : (
Tomorrow is Cullen's baptism. We had to shop today for a shirt and tie for him and he was soooo picky. He didn't want a white shirt, it was too plain. He didn't want a blue tie, he wanted a pink one. Who knew he was so picky about clothes? Him! Lol, I wouldn't be surprised if he was gay.
I made a cake for his party tomorrow. The dog licked part of it, but no one has to know ; )
Much more later. I don't feel like being online. (Think I'll go do some sit-ups)
4.04.2006
enough
wow...i am really angry today and i don't know why.
maybe i'm over tired, or maybe everyone is doing incredibly stupid things today. my dad is mad at me because i didn't call his wife about some stupid movie she dropped off at my house. apparently i didn't call her because i'm not responsible, but why is it always my responsibility to babysit everyone else?
i'm sick of it.
maybe i'm over tired, or maybe everyone is doing incredibly stupid things today. my dad is mad at me because i didn't call his wife about some stupid movie she dropped off at my house. apparently i didn't call her because i'm not responsible, but why is it always my responsibility to babysit everyone else?
i'm sick of it.
4.03.2006
4.01.2006
april fools!
So I just spent six hours reading on the couch. And now I'm cold...as I always am if I stop moving for 20 mins. Current book, you might ask, "Till We Have Faces" by C.S. Lewis. [Random note: his minddle name was Staples - and that's not an April Fools joke.] If you have a chance, I recommend reading it. The plot's a little slow so far, but it addresses all sorts of questions about death, existence, and balance, while retelling the myth of Cupid and Pysche. Not sure yet if I'm wild about it, only on chapter nine.
What a strange day, though. I can't help feeling that it's Sunday already and my weekend is gone. Tackling the project of taxes today, which stresses everyone out. Sadly, being a dependent, filing taxes involves relying on my father to file his. So, I wait.
But that's about it. Did I mention that The Record is up on the site? I got sixty hits today, which is nice. [The inevitable April Fools joke prevails. I only got five hits.]
All the best.
What a strange day, though. I can't help feeling that it's Sunday already and my weekend is gone. Tackling the project of taxes today, which stresses everyone out. Sadly, being a dependent, filing taxes involves relying on my father to file his. So, I wait.
But that's about it. Did I mention that The Record is up on the site? I got sixty hits today, which is nice. [The inevitable April Fools joke prevails. I only got five hits.]
All the best.
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