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Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Her Royal Highness, the Composition Instructor
In the last few days of grading, we have found quite hilarious our unconscious tendency to use the royal plural when commenting our our student's papers, as in "We need to know how this relates to the enthymeme." Obviously, we are the only audience the student has and the only one grading the paper, and yet, we find ourself positing a large imaginary audience in order to convince the student of the necessity of revision. Although we, the teacher, may understand his or her intention in a certain passage, the student's large and rather stupid imaginary audience will not. This is a fairly common strategy among writing teachers, we think, but it is still pretty funny to discover it in ourself.
Therefore, we have decided that the current post will be written entirely in the royal plural, to make ourself feel more important. Although thankfully our food-related sickness has passed, our body seems to have been invaded with a more traditional-type bug, which most likely took advantage of the opportunity presented by our weakened immune system.
However, we made it through classes all right today--we even managed to make a few contributions to class discussion in seminars, which we consider quite a feat. Upcoming events in our life include making soup for our church's Lenten soup kitchen tomorrow night, helping with our sister's friend's birthday tea (though only in a minor way), and settling in for the long vigil of seminar paper writing. Also, potentially, we may be going on a date. We thought you, loyal readers, should know, but that is all the information that will be forthcoming about that for now, so don't bother pestering us for more details. We will tell you the rest when we're darn well ready.
Also, our cell phone seems to be on the fritz. This caused an embarrassing series of interrupted conversations with our pastor over the aforementioned soup supper, and since the phone now seems to be entirely useless, we are rather cut off from the rest of the world. Hopefully, we'll find a solution to this problem soon; we suspect we shall have to purchase ourself a new cell phone. Maybe one that takes pictures!
Therefore, we have decided that the current post will be written entirely in the royal plural, to make ourself feel more important. Although thankfully our food-related sickness has passed, our body seems to have been invaded with a more traditional-type bug, which most likely took advantage of the opportunity presented by our weakened immune system.
However, we made it through classes all right today--we even managed to make a few contributions to class discussion in seminars, which we consider quite a feat. Upcoming events in our life include making soup for our church's Lenten soup kitchen tomorrow night, helping with our sister's friend's birthday tea (though only in a minor way), and settling in for the long vigil of seminar paper writing. Also, potentially, we may be going on a date. We thought you, loyal readers, should know, but that is all the information that will be forthcoming about that for now, so don't bother pestering us for more details. We will tell you the rest when we're darn well ready.
Also, our cell phone seems to be on the fritz. This caused an embarrassing series of interrupted conversations with our pastor over the aforementioned soup supper, and since the phone now seems to be entirely useless, we are rather cut off from the rest of the world. Hopefully, we'll find a solution to this problem soon; we suspect we shall have to purchase ourself a new cell phone. Maybe one that takes pictures!
Labels: teaching
0 commentsMonday, February 27, 2006
Check out the most recent post (Feb 26) over at Bridget Jones Seminary. Very funny and oh so true. I haven't recently had this experience that Meg describes, but many many times in my pre-grad school life, and it's always awkward and feels a little bit like sacriledge.
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Technology truly amazes me. The fact that my cell phone refuses to turn on one minute, despite my pushing all the right buttons, making sure it's charged, and all the other trouble-shooting-type steps is one thing; but that it will then suddenly spring to life after I hit it firmly against the palm of my hand several times is just beyond all rationality and reason. The human intellect pales in the face of such magics.
I went to a informational meeting this afternoon about getting a job at community colleges. The picture was pretty grim: basically, you have to say all the right things and be friendly and intelligent and well-educated and knowledgable about several different kinds of pedagogy in order to be hired, and if you are hired, the workload is crushing, the administrators are boors, and your colleagues are bitter and resentful. And probably you'll just be getting paid for part time. Excellent. The field of academia just gets better and better.
Also, I've been grading frantically all weekend. I think I'm going to put together a Hall of Fame of funny things in papers. It really makes grading more tolerable when I come across some of these gems. It's also nice when you get a paper that's actually quite good, and you can spend some time commenting about something other than the Composition Trifecta: enthymeme, topic sentences, focus. Probably a good 60% of my comments address these three things. Another 30% goes towards responding to the argument, and the rest is grammar and style. Maybe someday I'll come up with a list of standard comments, and then when I grade, I won't have to write anything out--I'll just say "refer to #15" and "refer to #8."
Oh, all right, maybe not. I bet it would be almost as effective, though, and way more efficient.
I went to a informational meeting this afternoon about getting a job at community colleges. The picture was pretty grim: basically, you have to say all the right things and be friendly and intelligent and well-educated and knowledgable about several different kinds of pedagogy in order to be hired, and if you are hired, the workload is crushing, the administrators are boors, and your colleagues are bitter and resentful. And probably you'll just be getting paid for part time. Excellent. The field of academia just gets better and better.
Also, I've been grading frantically all weekend. I think I'm going to put together a Hall of Fame of funny things in papers. It really makes grading more tolerable when I come across some of these gems. It's also nice when you get a paper that's actually quite good, and you can spend some time commenting about something other than the Composition Trifecta: enthymeme, topic sentences, focus. Probably a good 60% of my comments address these three things. Another 30% goes towards responding to the argument, and the rest is grammar and style. Maybe someday I'll come up with a list of standard comments, and then when I grade, I won't have to write anything out--I'll just say "refer to #15" and "refer to #8."
Oh, all right, maybe not. I bet it would be almost as effective, though, and way more efficient.
Labels: grad school, teaching
0 commentsSaturday, February 25, 2006
Owwie, I have a tummy ache. I made chicken in my crockpot yesterday, and I think I was a little too fast and loose with the cooking time because my tummy was not happy last night when I had some or this evening after I had it for lunch. Boo.
This does make me thankful for the iron constitutions of my ancestors, however, because I think I have what passes in my family for food poisoning, which is to say, a bit of stomach cramping and light nausea. My medicine cabinent is evidence of how often I get sick: I have about a million bottles of painkillers (for headaches and cramps), one unopened package of Sucrets, and a mostly full bottle of vitamins (from some New Year's resolution that didn't work out). So, anyway, after a midnight run to the supermarket for Pepto Bismol, I'm going to hit the hay and see if I can sleep off whatever evil thing has invaded my belly. Wish me luck.
This does make me thankful for the iron constitutions of my ancestors, however, because I think I have what passes in my family for food poisoning, which is to say, a bit of stomach cramping and light nausea. My medicine cabinent is evidence of how often I get sick: I have about a million bottles of painkillers (for headaches and cramps), one unopened package of Sucrets, and a mostly full bottle of vitamins (from some New Year's resolution that didn't work out). So, anyway, after a midnight run to the supermarket for Pepto Bismol, I'm going to hit the hay and see if I can sleep off whatever evil thing has invaded my belly. Wish me luck.
Labels: cooking
0 commentsPopup free for 15 minutes and 32, 33, 34 seconds...
So after several hours, extensive digging into the bowels of my computer, and several million reboots, I think I have finally eradicated the thrice-cursed popup programs from my hard drive. It was getting to the point where I couldn't click on a link without having four or five new browser windows opening. I would walk away from my computer and come back to find the taskbar crammed with "Best Offers" "Free Ring Tones" "XXX" "Bikinis" "Winfixer" and various other annoyances.
But I have won. Oh yes, advertisers, your sneakiness cannot fool me any longer. Putting "(Recommended)" next to the "OK" button does not make me automatically agree to let you infiltrate my computer. Oh no. You can bury your nasty little files ten or twelve folders deep, and I'll still find them. You can give me dark warnings about the imminent end of all existence if I uninstall your spyware, and I will not be intimidated. I will prevail.
Ah. That feels better.
I also took the opportunity to get rid of some other programs that were not much more than clutter. Some version of AOL I picked up somewhere. An encyclopedia program I've never used. Lots of old files. It feels good--kind of like spring cleaning. 0 comments
But I have won. Oh yes, advertisers, your sneakiness cannot fool me any longer. Putting "(Recommended)" next to the "OK" button does not make me automatically agree to let you infiltrate my computer. Oh no. You can bury your nasty little files ten or twelve folders deep, and I'll still find them. You can give me dark warnings about the imminent end of all existence if I uninstall your spyware, and I will not be intimidated. I will prevail.
Ah. That feels better.
I also took the opportunity to get rid of some other programs that were not much more than clutter. Some version of AOL I picked up somewhere. An encyclopedia program I've never used. Lots of old files. It feels good--kind of like spring cleaning. 0 comments
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Oh dear, I can't believe I've had "Jain Austen" on my sidebar for... how many days has it been now? How embarrassing. I'm fixing this right now.
Also, the pictures from the party post have been fixed, so you can scroll down to see them bigger and clearer. 0 comments
Also, the pictures from the party post have been fixed, so you can scroll down to see them bigger and clearer. 0 comments
Four Things
OK, I promise this is the last meme I'll do for awhile--they're just so much easier than thinking of topics to write about. But I know posting has been kind of random for the last while, and it's going to get better, I promise. This meme comes from John (and further back, from Steph):
Four jobs I've had:
1. Selling pumpkins at a friend's parents' produce farm in Nampa.
2. Working as an "educational assistant" for the crankiest teacher I've ever met.
3. Counseling at Camp Kuratli for a summer.
4. All-purpose babysitter/housekeeper/cook/driver/counselor for a single mom with five kids.
Four movies that don't get old:
1. Moulin Rouge
2. Cyrano de Bergerac
3. Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken
4. Mystery Science Theater's Space Mutiny
Four places I've lived:
1. Lebanon, Oregon
2. Nampa, Idaho
3. Caldwell, Idaho (for four months)
4. Eugene, Oregon
(for the number of times I've moved in the past 6 years, you'd think it would be more)
Four TV shows I love:
1. Buffy the Vampire Slayer
2. Gilmore Girls
3. Monk
4. 3rd Rock from the Sun
Four of the coolest places I've vacationed:
1. London, England
2. Mackinac Island, Michigan
3. Edgerton, Minnesota (hopping town, that)
4. Nashville, Tennessee
Four favorite non-desserts: (I'm going to go ahead and assume that anything that is not a dessert counts in this category)
1. Pouring rain
2. Used bookstores
3. Being told I'm good at something
4. Kittens
Four sites I visitalmost daily often:
1. Dictionary.com
2. The Leaky Cauldron
3. PhD Comics
4. My UO Blackboard site
Four places I'd rather be right now:
1. Penzance, UK
2. the coast
3. Narnia
4. JK Rowling's office
Four people I'm tagging:
Umm, I don't know. Too much pressure. I like you all the same!
Four jobs I've had:
1. Selling pumpkins at a friend's parents' produce farm in Nampa.
2. Working as an "educational assistant" for the crankiest teacher I've ever met.
3. Counseling at Camp Kuratli for a summer.
4. All-purpose babysitter/housekeeper/cook/driver/counselor for a single mom with five kids.
Four movies that don't get old:
1. Moulin Rouge
2. Cyrano de Bergerac
3. Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken
4. Mystery Science Theater's Space Mutiny
Four places I've lived:
1. Lebanon, Oregon
2. Nampa, Idaho
3. Caldwell, Idaho (for four months)
4. Eugene, Oregon
(for the number of times I've moved in the past 6 years, you'd think it would be more)
Four TV shows I love:
1. Buffy the Vampire Slayer
2. Gilmore Girls
3. Monk
4. 3rd Rock from the Sun
Four of the coolest places I've vacationed:
1. London, England
2. Mackinac Island, Michigan
3. Edgerton, Minnesota (hopping town, that)
4. Nashville, Tennessee
Four favorite non-desserts: (I'm going to go ahead and assume that anything that is not a dessert counts in this category)
1. Pouring rain
2. Used bookstores
3. Being told I'm good at something
4. Kittens
Four sites I visit
1. Dictionary.com
2. The Leaky Cauldron
3. PhD Comics
4. My UO Blackboard site
Four places I'd rather be right now:
1. Penzance, UK
2. the coast
3. Narnia
4. JK Rowling's office
Four people I'm tagging:
Umm, I don't know. Too much pressure. I like you all the same!
Labels: meme
0 commentsSunday, February 19, 2006
Party, which here means...
Yesterday was the long-anticipated Series of Unfortunate Events party that I threw for Brenna and her friends, who are all obsessed with those books. (The way most kids are about Harry Potter is how these 13 year olds are about Lemony Snicket.)
The afternoon started out with the arrival of several oddly dressed youngsters:

There was Hugo the Hunchback, Violet Baudelaire, Esme Squalor, Carmelita Spats, and The One Who Was Either A Man Or A Woman.
The first activity was lunch, in which several dishes from the books were served, including Pasta Putenesca, Chilled Cucumber Soup, and Aqueous Martinis. You can see how well that all went over:

Later we had a freak show and everyone found their inner freakiness:


Then we played the Dictionary Game, to strengthen our vocabulary in true Lemony Snicket fashion:
(Turbans were "in")
Then the girls had some hot chocolate with cinnamon (courtesy of Sunny) and watched the movie version of The Series of Unfortunate Events, and that was the end. All in all a rousing success.
The afternoon started out with the arrival of several oddly dressed youngsters:

There was Hugo the Hunchback, Violet Baudelaire, Esme Squalor, Carmelita Spats, and The One Who Was Either A Man Or A Woman.
The first activity was lunch, in which several dishes from the books were served, including Pasta Putenesca, Chilled Cucumber Soup, and Aqueous Martinis. You can see how well that all went over:

Later we had a freak show and everyone found their inner freakiness:


Then we played the Dictionary Game, to strengthen our vocabulary in true Lemony Snicket fashion:
(Turbans were "in")Then the girls had some hot chocolate with cinnamon (courtesy of Sunny) and watched the movie version of The Series of Unfortunate Events, and that was the end. All in all a rousing success.
Labels: books, pictures, siblings
0 commentsTuesday, February 14, 2006
Valentine's Day
Most single girls spend Valentine's Day moping about not having men in their lives to send them flowers and chocolate. But that's only because most girls don't have a dad as wonderful as mine, who sent me a beautiful bouquet of roses this evening (with attached chocolate). Thanks Dad!
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Monday, February 13, 2006
Elation
I just finished informing the Graduate Studies Director that I would be finishing my degree this year instead of continuing on for the Ph.D. I tell you, I have never felt so good walking out of that office before. It was like someone threw open the prison doors. A feeling only to be matched by the moment of turning in my last seminar paper in the spring, I'm sure. Huzzah!
Labels: grad school
0 commentsSunday, February 12, 2006
Two Years and Counting...
In celebration of my two years on the blog, here's a classic meme that I've never gotten around to doing: 100 Things.
1. I generally hit the snooze button an average of five times in the morning.
2. I have been pulled over three times and gotten a ticket once.
3. When I find a piece of clothing that I love (which is rare) I'm not above buying it in three or four colors.
4. I don't like pickles.
5. My favorite poem is "Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking."
6. So far I have learned or attempted to learn to play the piano, the guitar, the saxophone, and the violin. Oh yeah, and the recorder.
7. My head is too large for most hats, which is sad because I love hats.
8. The best hat I have, which does fit, is a denim newsboy cap that I got in London (before Britney made newsboys popular!) because it reminded me of Eponine, and then I wore it in the rain and sang "On My Own."
9. I despise reality TV.
10. Candy canes are the thing that most quickly gets me into the spirit of Christmas.
11. But the smell of pine and fir trees will also do the trick.
12. Sand is my least favorite part of the beach.
13. My Starbucks drink is a tall Vanilla latte with no foam.
14. As an Ed major, I once had a college class about how to design bulletin boards.
15. Ear buds never fit my ears.
16. I prefer spiral-bound notebooks and journals, but my most recent journal is, well, whatever the opposite of spiral bound is. I bought it because the paper is cool and I love the cover.
17. It takes me 3-4 four years to fill up a journal.
18. I have never grown out of my love for climbing trees.
19. I recently posted in the Fiddy Five thread on The Leaky Lounge...
20. but, I have never written fan fiction.
21. I love, love, love to read aloud.
22. I had appendicitis when I was seven and almost died, thanks to my high pain threshold.
23. I grew up in a Free Methodist church, where we didn't observe Lent.
24. But I started observing it (and Ash Wednesday & Maundy Thursday) in college.
25. And now I love that whole part of the church calendar.
26. I have never learned to surf or snowboard.
27. September is my favorite month.
28. Maples are my favorite trees (with Dogwoods at a close second).
29. I have a (recently updated) Amazon Wish List.
30. Dasani is my favorite brand of bottled water. I like it because the bottle is blue.
31. I much prefer hymns to contemporary worship songs.
32. I'm a huge fan of Pre-Raphaelite paintings.
33. I wear a lot of pink.
34. If I could have one superpower I would want to stop time, like in that wretched teen movie, Clockstoppers, that came out awhile ago. Then I would have "world enough and time" for everything I want to do, plus get enough sleep, even do well in grad school.
35. Contrary to what many of my friends believe, I think there are worse things than being buried alive (drowning, say, or being tortured to death).
36. My favorite book as a kid was What Katy Did, by Susan Coolidge.
37. I don't particularly like showering.
38. (But I do it anyway.)
39. I love rope swings.
40. I used to be a pro at catching frogs, tadpoles, salamanders, and grass snakes.
41. In fact, once I caught a 6-inch fish with my bare hands in our old creek.
42. I'm very proud of the fact that I share a birthday with Harry Potter.
43. I truly hate horror movies.
44. But I like cheesy vampire movies.
45. A fact that slightly horrifies many of my friends and relatives.
46. I bit my nails for years when I was younger and tried everything I could to break the habit. Eventually I just stopped without realizing it. But I still tear them when I'm really nervous.
47. I have an obsession with Russia that I absolutely can't explain, but I'm dying to go there and learn Russian.
48. I get seriously annoyed with popups.
49. Once I was on a puppet team. It didn't work out.
50. I did name a cat "Puppet" once though.
51. I'm pretty sure I don't own any cool music.
52. Given the choice to be invisible or fly, I would definitely want to fly.
53. Sometimes I dream that I can fly, and then I never want to wake up.
54. I like to do laundry and wash dishes, but I hate vacuuming.
55. My phobias include spiders, extremely tight spaces, jumping off things, and touching plants with my feet underwater.
56. I have no desire whatsoever for a tattoo.
57. Another piercing is not out of the question, though.
58. I love algebra, especially ratios.
59. I've never really been all that impressed with either Tom Cruise or Brad Pitt (although in Troy...)
60. I don't really care what kind of car I have, as long as it runs (and has power windows).
61. I've never had a manicure or pedicure, and I really don't have a desire for either one.
62. I care less than nothing for professional sports.
63. And I usually get ticked off when people ask me about them.
64. I think it would be cool to be a pilot.
65. Walking onstage for a curtain call is one of the best feelings in the world.
66. I don't know if I'll ever have kids, but I still keep a running tally of good names in my head.
67. The current ones are: Anne, Tessa, Griet, Lucy, Keetje.
68. Boys' names are all boring.
69. Spitting in front of people is gross. Even if you're exercising.
70. I don't pay attention when they weigh me at the doctor's office. The nurse always tells me anyway.
71. I used to be an over-achiever. Grad school has stamped this out of me. Hopefully someday it will return.
72. I usually think I'm pretty much right about almost everything.
73. I can balance 10 encyclopedias on my head. While walking up and down stairs.
74. I have been to Honduras.
75. I only recently realized that the logo for Target is, in fact, a target.
76. I have bad handwriting that I've always thought looks like a boy's.
77. But I heard somewhere that bad handwriting means high intelligence, and ever since then I've been kind of proud of it.
78. I only like children and dogs that I know.
79. And that have manners.
80. I don't really have a best friend.
81. Monopoly is fun. Especially when I win.
82. I'm good at games with strategy, but I have zero luck.
83. I think Piglet is annoying.
84. But Eeyore is hilarious.
85. Gold is ok. Silver is better. Don't really care for diamonds.
86. I don't shout when I'm angry. I don't like being shouted at by angry people. People should argue in inside voices.
87. My middle name is Ora.
88. I wish I had a British accent.
89. I hate the smell of Corn-Nuts.
90. Most girls' blogs make me want to get to know them; most guys' blogs make me want to run far away (excepting yours, of course, John).
91. I love roses and hate carnations.
92. I don't really collect anything. Unless you count books.
93. I've pretty much stopped taking pictures of my life.
94. I just don't really think it's that important any more (the pictures, that is. My life is important.)
95. If I ever have kids, I'll probably homeschool them. Not because public schools are evil but because they're ineffective.
96. I kind of want to be famous.
97. I really hate to watch people eat. Even people I like.
98. I hope I never stop enjoying my birthdays.
99. Toilet paper should come under the roll.
100. This wasn't as hard as I thought it would be.

*sigh* I just got back from the South Eugene High School's production of Romeo and Juliet. I'm not in the habit of randomly frequenting high school productions, but I just couldn't pass up the chance to see my favorite play. I know, being an English major, I'm supposed to pick something deep and philosophical as a favorite, like, oh, King Lear or something, but I can't help it. I love R & J more every time I see it, including the time I saw it in London in a Godfather setting and everyone in my entire group hated every minute--I was still swooning and weeping. My favorite is the Zeffirelli version, but I even like Claire Danes and Leonardo Di Caprio.
This production was set in a post-apocalyptic urban city, with all the actors dressed like Katie Holmes in Pieces of April and a set like West Side Story after the blitz. Juliet was an emotive little thing, with a husky, cracking voice reminiscent of Olivia Hussey. Romeo was the perfect blend of charm, earnestness, and recklessness. The leads were all actually quite good. I especially liked the nurse--her scene at the beginning with Juliet and Lady Capulet was the best performance of it I've ever seen. Benvolio was cast as a girl (so Benvolia, perhaps), which made for some weird sexual tension with Romeo. Most of the minor characters spit their lines out so fast I pretty much couldn't hear them, but it was fine because I practically know the whole play by heart anyway. Mercutio was OK, not anything to write home about (I don't much care for his character anyway--I know, I know, more English major heresy.) He did pronounce "Zounds" so that it rhymed with "hounds" though--unforgivable!
They kept the lines where Juliet tries to talk herself out of drinking the potion, which I always miss from Olivia Hussey's version of the scene, but they did cut her recital of all the things she'd rather do than marry Paris, so that was too bad. ("Bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, from off the battlements of any tower..." See, told you I had it memorized.)
The only truly annoying thing, though, was the row of high schoolers sitting behind me. Why do high schoolers have to come to their school's productions? Where's their apathy? Shouldn't they be at some party on Saturday night, drinking vodka-laced punch and playing Spin-the-Bottle? They were the most obnoxious kind, too, talking loudly about the "deeper meaning" of the The Tempest during intermission, giggling loudly over Capulet's muscles after some scenes, and whispering loudly about Juliet's resemblance to Jennifer Garner after others. Grr.
All in all, though, a rousing success. There's a production of Cyrano going on around here somewhere this weekend too, I think. I feel inspired to try another one. Oh, for the tragic love stories...
1. I generally hit the snooze button an average of five times in the morning.
2. I have been pulled over three times and gotten a ticket once.
3. When I find a piece of clothing that I love (which is rare) I'm not above buying it in three or four colors.
4. I don't like pickles.
5. My favorite poem is "Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking."
6. So far I have learned or attempted to learn to play the piano, the guitar, the saxophone, and the violin. Oh yeah, and the recorder.
7. My head is too large for most hats, which is sad because I love hats.
8. The best hat I have, which does fit, is a denim newsboy cap that I got in London (before Britney made newsboys popular!) because it reminded me of Eponine, and then I wore it in the rain and sang "On My Own."
9. I despise reality TV.
10. Candy canes are the thing that most quickly gets me into the spirit of Christmas.
11. But the smell of pine and fir trees will also do the trick.
12. Sand is my least favorite part of the beach.
13. My Starbucks drink is a tall Vanilla latte with no foam.
14. As an Ed major, I once had a college class about how to design bulletin boards.
15. Ear buds never fit my ears.
16. I prefer spiral-bound notebooks and journals, but my most recent journal is, well, whatever the opposite of spiral bound is. I bought it because the paper is cool and I love the cover.
17. It takes me 3-4 four years to fill up a journal.
18. I have never grown out of my love for climbing trees.
19. I recently posted in the Fiddy Five thread on The Leaky Lounge...
20. but, I have never written fan fiction.
21. I love, love, love to read aloud.
22. I had appendicitis when I was seven and almost died, thanks to my high pain threshold.
23. I grew up in a Free Methodist church, where we didn't observe Lent.
24. But I started observing it (and Ash Wednesday & Maundy Thursday) in college.
25. And now I love that whole part of the church calendar.
26. I have never learned to surf or snowboard.
27. September is my favorite month.
28. Maples are my favorite trees (with Dogwoods at a close second).
29. I have a (recently updated) Amazon Wish List.
30. Dasani is my favorite brand of bottled water. I like it because the bottle is blue.
31. I much prefer hymns to contemporary worship songs.
32. I'm a huge fan of Pre-Raphaelite paintings.
33. I wear a lot of pink.
34. If I could have one superpower I would want to stop time, like in that wretched teen movie, Clockstoppers, that came out awhile ago. Then I would have "world enough and time" for everything I want to do, plus get enough sleep, even do well in grad school.
35. Contrary to what many of my friends believe, I think there are worse things than being buried alive (drowning, say, or being tortured to death).
36. My favorite book as a kid was What Katy Did, by Susan Coolidge.
37. I don't particularly like showering.
38. (But I do it anyway.)
39. I love rope swings.
40. I used to be a pro at catching frogs, tadpoles, salamanders, and grass snakes.
41. In fact, once I caught a 6-inch fish with my bare hands in our old creek.
42. I'm very proud of the fact that I share a birthday with Harry Potter.
43. I truly hate horror movies.
44. But I like cheesy vampire movies.
45. A fact that slightly horrifies many of my friends and relatives.
46. I bit my nails for years when I was younger and tried everything I could to break the habit. Eventually I just stopped without realizing it. But I still tear them when I'm really nervous.
47. I have an obsession with Russia that I absolutely can't explain, but I'm dying to go there and learn Russian.
48. I get seriously annoyed with popups.
49. Once I was on a puppet team. It didn't work out.
50. I did name a cat "Puppet" once though.
51. I'm pretty sure I don't own any cool music.
52. Given the choice to be invisible or fly, I would definitely want to fly.
53. Sometimes I dream that I can fly, and then I never want to wake up.
54. I like to do laundry and wash dishes, but I hate vacuuming.
55. My phobias include spiders, extremely tight spaces, jumping off things, and touching plants with my feet underwater.
56. I have no desire whatsoever for a tattoo.
57. Another piercing is not out of the question, though.
58. I love algebra, especially ratios.
59. I've never really been all that impressed with either Tom Cruise or Brad Pitt (although in Troy...)
60. I don't really care what kind of car I have, as long as it runs (and has power windows).
61. I've never had a manicure or pedicure, and I really don't have a desire for either one.
62. I care less than nothing for professional sports.
63. And I usually get ticked off when people ask me about them.
64. I think it would be cool to be a pilot.
65. Walking onstage for a curtain call is one of the best feelings in the world.
66. I don't know if I'll ever have kids, but I still keep a running tally of good names in my head.
67. The current ones are: Anne, Tessa, Griet, Lucy, Keetje.
68. Boys' names are all boring.
69. Spitting in front of people is gross. Even if you're exercising.
70. I don't pay attention when they weigh me at the doctor's office. The nurse always tells me anyway.
71. I used to be an over-achiever. Grad school has stamped this out of me. Hopefully someday it will return.
72. I usually think I'm pretty much right about almost everything.
73. I can balance 10 encyclopedias on my head. While walking up and down stairs.
74. I have been to Honduras.
75. I only recently realized that the logo for Target is, in fact, a target.
76. I have bad handwriting that I've always thought looks like a boy's.
77. But I heard somewhere that bad handwriting means high intelligence, and ever since then I've been kind of proud of it.
78. I only like children and dogs that I know.
79. And that have manners.
80. I don't really have a best friend.
81. Monopoly is fun. Especially when I win.
82. I'm good at games with strategy, but I have zero luck.
83. I think Piglet is annoying.
84. But Eeyore is hilarious.
85. Gold is ok. Silver is better. Don't really care for diamonds.
86. I don't shout when I'm angry. I don't like being shouted at by angry people. People should argue in inside voices.
87. My middle name is Ora.
88. I wish I had a British accent.
89. I hate the smell of Corn-Nuts.
90. Most girls' blogs make me want to get to know them; most guys' blogs make me want to run far away (excepting yours, of course, John).
91. I love roses and hate carnations.
92. I don't really collect anything. Unless you count books.
93. I've pretty much stopped taking pictures of my life.
94. I just don't really think it's that important any more (the pictures, that is. My life is important.)
95. If I ever have kids, I'll probably homeschool them. Not because public schools are evil but because they're ineffective.
96. I kind of want to be famous.
97. I really hate to watch people eat. Even people I like.
98. I hope I never stop enjoying my birthdays.
99. Toilet paper should come under the roll.
100. This wasn't as hard as I thought it would be.
Labels: anniversary, meme
0 commentsSaturday, February 11, 2006

*sigh* I just got back from the South Eugene High School's production of Romeo and Juliet. I'm not in the habit of randomly frequenting high school productions, but I just couldn't pass up the chance to see my favorite play. I know, being an English major, I'm supposed to pick something deep and philosophical as a favorite, like, oh, King Lear or something, but I can't help it. I love R & J more every time I see it, including the time I saw it in London in a Godfather setting and everyone in my entire group hated every minute--I was still swooning and weeping. My favorite is the Zeffirelli version, but I even like Claire Danes and Leonardo Di Caprio.
This production was set in a post-apocalyptic urban city, with all the actors dressed like Katie Holmes in Pieces of April and a set like West Side Story after the blitz. Juliet was an emotive little thing, with a husky, cracking voice reminiscent of Olivia Hussey. Romeo was the perfect blend of charm, earnestness, and recklessness. The leads were all actually quite good. I especially liked the nurse--her scene at the beginning with Juliet and Lady Capulet was the best performance of it I've ever seen. Benvolio was cast as a girl (so Benvolia, perhaps), which made for some weird sexual tension with Romeo. Most of the minor characters spit their lines out so fast I pretty much couldn't hear them, but it was fine because I practically know the whole play by heart anyway. Mercutio was OK, not anything to write home about (I don't much care for his character anyway--I know, I know, more English major heresy.) He did pronounce "Zounds" so that it rhymed with "hounds" though--unforgivable!
They kept the lines where Juliet tries to talk herself out of drinking the potion, which I always miss from Olivia Hussey's version of the scene, but they did cut her recital of all the things she'd rather do than marry Paris, so that was too bad. ("Bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, from off the battlements of any tower..." See, told you I had it memorized.)
The only truly annoying thing, though, was the row of high schoolers sitting behind me. Why do high schoolers have to come to their school's productions? Where's their apathy? Shouldn't they be at some party on Saturday night, drinking vodka-laced punch and playing Spin-the-Bottle? They were the most obnoxious kind, too, talking loudly about the "deeper meaning" of the The Tempest during intermission, giggling loudly over Capulet's muscles after some scenes, and whispering loudly about Juliet's resemblance to Jennifer Garner after others. Grr.
All in all, though, a rousing success. There's a production of Cyrano going on around here somewhere this weekend too, I think. I feel inspired to try another one. Oh, for the tragic love stories...
Labels: Shakespeare
0 commentsThe Story of Bam
As you may remember, faithful readers, my neighbors have a pit bull named Bam. This is the same Bam who was the subject of certain other rants of mine about the noise factor of this apartment complex. He is allowed to run loose through the parking lot and occasionally down the street, and when his owner desires his return, she stands at her doorway and yells for him until he decides (completely independently, I'm convinced) to saunter back on home.
Well, a couple of weeks ago, the Bam People (as Christin and I have christened them) actually got another Bam. That makes two pit bulls living in one smallish two bedroom apartment. That alone speaks of the insanity of the Bam People, but there's more. So I've seen Bam and his new friend rough-housing it up out in the parking lot on occasion, which is another truly annoying aspect of having pit bulls running loose in what is essentially my front yard. It seems to me that there are enough documented cases of pit bulls going nuts and ripping apart some poor bystander to motivate folks to keep them on leashes, but apparently not.
So, the other night, I was reading at my kitchen table when I hear Bam's owner freaking out down below my balcony. "Bam, no, stop!" she's yelling. "Bam, please! Bam, stop it! Bam!"
Of course, my first thought is, Oh God. It's attacked someone. So I stick my head out the window to see if I need to call 911, and there is Bam, going to town on his new friend. Blood everywhere, two snarling snouts tearing into eachother, and, yes, their owner standing by completely helpless, yelling impotently at Bam (who's currently winning the vicious dog fight).
As I closed the window and sit back down at my table, these are the thoughts that are running through my head:
1. Hmm, maybe one of them will kill the other.
2. Maybe this will make the Bam People realize that keeping two untrained pit bulls in the middle of a city is an irresponsible, dangerous thing to do.
3. I truly appreciate Patches in a way that I never did before.
4. I wonder if someone will ever come out and break up those dogs?
5. Maybe the police will come.
6. This is kind of freaky.
7. That could have been a kid.
8. That could have been me.
It was these final few thoughts that prompted me to go ahead and file a complaint with Animal Control, seeing as how this incident has not changed the Bam People's decision to let their dogs continue to run loose several times a day. So we'll see what comes of it. Wish me luck. 0 comments
Well, a couple of weeks ago, the Bam People (as Christin and I have christened them) actually got another Bam. That makes two pit bulls living in one smallish two bedroom apartment. That alone speaks of the insanity of the Bam People, but there's more. So I've seen Bam and his new friend rough-housing it up out in the parking lot on occasion, which is another truly annoying aspect of having pit bulls running loose in what is essentially my front yard. It seems to me that there are enough documented cases of pit bulls going nuts and ripping apart some poor bystander to motivate folks to keep them on leashes, but apparently not.
So, the other night, I was reading at my kitchen table when I hear Bam's owner freaking out down below my balcony. "Bam, no, stop!" she's yelling. "Bam, please! Bam, stop it! Bam!"
Of course, my first thought is, Oh God. It's attacked someone. So I stick my head out the window to see if I need to call 911, and there is Bam, going to town on his new friend. Blood everywhere, two snarling snouts tearing into eachother, and, yes, their owner standing by completely helpless, yelling impotently at Bam (who's currently winning the vicious dog fight).
As I closed the window and sit back down at my table, these are the thoughts that are running through my head:
1. Hmm, maybe one of them will kill the other.
2. Maybe this will make the Bam People realize that keeping two untrained pit bulls in the middle of a city is an irresponsible, dangerous thing to do.
3. I truly appreciate Patches in a way that I never did before.
4. I wonder if someone will ever come out and break up those dogs?
5. Maybe the police will come.
6. This is kind of freaky.
7. That could have been a kid.
8. That could have been me.
It was these final few thoughts that prompted me to go ahead and file a complaint with Animal Control, seeing as how this incident has not changed the Bam People's decision to let their dogs continue to run loose several times a day. So we'll see what comes of it. Wish me luck. 0 comments
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
News Blurb
All I can say is, it's about freakin' time.
Labels: Christian sub-culture
0 commentsSaturday, February 04, 2006
Last night I went to my first academic-type presentation that I wasn't required to go to. bell hooks was on campus, kicking off the Women of Color Conference with "Conversations with bell hooks," and since I've read one of her books (class matters) and enjoyed it and since she is an actually fairly well-known writer, I figured I should make an effort. Anyway, I lucked out by getting there about ten minutes late, after they had opened up a (free) overflow viewing room after the ($5 admission) seats had sold out in the regular auditorium. You know, this isn't my first time watching a performance from a place like that, and in my experience, the atmosphere tends to be quite different. People act differently when they know that the person they're watching can't see them. They laugh more when the speaker makes a mistake and they clap a whole lot less.
bell hooks herself was interesting. The Women's Center people had set up a whole little couch with pillows and candles--presumably for bell hooks to sit on and speak from (I'm guessing that was the "conversations" part.) But she didn't sit there. She kind of stood in this very strange place, half behind a lecturn, kind of awkwardly. I'm not sure if that was a statement or what, but it was kind of odd. Anyway, she read some excerpts from stuff she's been working on, but the best parts were when she went "off-book" and just talked. I admire her in particular because she's very committed to avoiding either/or thinking--all the time, not just when it's convenient, which is rare among liberal academics...well, among people in general, actually. Several times that audience members asked questions like, "What's you're reaction to the Right's appropriation of the discourse of the Left for their own purposes?" And her response was to deconstruct the question itself for its Left/Right opposition and basically slam the guy for his "dominator rhetoric," which is her way of saying that it doesn't help anyone to point fingers at groups, as if they're the enemy, when there is no "enemy," just people making decisions about their values and whether or how to live up to them. At least that's my reading of bell hooks.
In any case, I'm glad I went. Now I can say that I've attended at least one speaker as a grad student, and it wasn't nearly as boring as sitting through a literary conference. This week, I'm busy grading first drafts of my students first paper, which is the most time-consuming paper cycle to grade. So I'll leave you with this for now, and if I get inspired to write more on bell hooks later, I will.
bell hooks herself was interesting. The Women's Center people had set up a whole little couch with pillows and candles--presumably for bell hooks to sit on and speak from (I'm guessing that was the "conversations" part.) But she didn't sit there. She kind of stood in this very strange place, half behind a lecturn, kind of awkwardly. I'm not sure if that was a statement or what, but it was kind of odd. Anyway, she read some excerpts from stuff she's been working on, but the best parts were when she went "off-book" and just talked. I admire her in particular because she's very committed to avoiding either/or thinking--all the time, not just when it's convenient, which is rare among liberal academics...well, among people in general, actually. Several times that audience members asked questions like, "What's you're reaction to the Right's appropriation of the discourse of the Left for their own purposes?" And her response was to deconstruct the question itself for its Left/Right opposition and basically slam the guy for his "dominator rhetoric," which is her way of saying that it doesn't help anyone to point fingers at groups, as if they're the enemy, when there is no "enemy," just people making decisions about their values and whether or how to live up to them. At least that's my reading of bell hooks.
In any case, I'm glad I went. Now I can say that I've attended at least one speaker as a grad student, and it wasn't nearly as boring as sitting through a literary conference. This week, I'm busy grading first drafts of my students first paper, which is the most time-consuming paper cycle to grade. So I'll leave you with this for now, and if I get inspired to write more on bell hooks later, I will.
Labels: grad school
0 commentsFriday, February 03, 2006
Hmm, I need to cook some food this week (the fridge is frighteningly empty), but my seemingly endless supply of meal ideas is running a little low. Any suggestions?
Labels: cooking
0 commentsThursday, February 02, 2006
New resolution for blogging: small posts more often. I think I'm going through a blogging dry period. I never really feel motivated, in part because nothing exciting is really happening to me. Yesterday I worked outside, enacting the song "Wick" from The Secret Garden. It was lovely out, though. The first mostly-sunny day for months (or at least it feels like months... or years). I'm lucky it happened on a day that I didn't have to spend reading indoors. Today I'm engaged in various office activities, which is good since the rain and clouds have returned.
2/3 edit:
The lyrics to "Wick," in case you're wondering:
DICKON:
When a thing is wick, it has a life about it.
Now, maybe not a life like you and me.
But somewhere there's a single streak of green inside it.
Come, and let me show you what I mean.
When a think is wick, it has a light around it.
Maybe not a light that you can see.
But hiding down below a spark's asleep inside it,
Waiting for the right time to be seen.
You clear away the dead parts,
So the tender buds can form,
Loosen up the earth and
Let the roots get warm,
Let the roots get warm.
Come a mild day, come a warm rain,
Come a snowdrop, a-comin' up!
Come a lily, come a lilac!
Come to call,
Callin' all the rest to come and see!
MARY:
When a thing is wick,
And someone cares about it,
And comes to work each day, like you and me,
Will it grow?
DICKON:
It will!
MARY:
Then have no doubt about it,
We'll have the grandest garden ever seen!!
[Spoken]
Oh, Dickon, I want it all to be wick! Would you
come and look at it with me?
DICKON:
I'll come every day, rain or shine if you want me.
All that garden needs is for us to come wake it up!
MARY:
But, Dickon, what if we save the garden, then Uncle
Archie takes it back, or Colin wants it?
DICKON:
Ay, what a miracle that would be, gettin' a poor
crippled boy out to see his mother's garden!
[Sung]
MARY and DICKON:
You give a living thing
A little chance to grow,
That's how you will know
If she is wick, she'll grow.
So grow to greet the morning,
Leave the ground below.
When a thing is wick
It has a will to grow and grow.
MARY:
Come a mild day, come a warm rain,
Come a snowdrop, a-comin' up!
Come a lily, come a lilac!
Come to call, calling all the rest to come!
MARY and DICKON:
Calling all the rest to come!
Calling all the world to come!
DICKON:
Oh, somewhere there's single streak of green below,
MARY and DICKON:
And all through the darkest nighttime,
It's waiting for the right time.
When a thing is wick, it will grow! 0 comments
2/3 edit:
The lyrics to "Wick," in case you're wondering:
DICKON:
When a thing is wick, it has a life about it.
Now, maybe not a life like you and me.
But somewhere there's a single streak of green inside it.
Come, and let me show you what I mean.
When a think is wick, it has a light around it.
Maybe not a light that you can see.
But hiding down below a spark's asleep inside it,
Waiting for the right time to be seen.
You clear away the dead parts,
So the tender buds can form,
Loosen up the earth and
Let the roots get warm,
Let the roots get warm.
Come a mild day, come a warm rain,
Come a snowdrop, a-comin' up!
Come a lily, come a lilac!
Come to call,
Callin' all the rest to come and see!
MARY:
When a thing is wick,
And someone cares about it,
And comes to work each day, like you and me,
Will it grow?
DICKON:
It will!
MARY:
Then have no doubt about it,
We'll have the grandest garden ever seen!!
[Spoken]
Oh, Dickon, I want it all to be wick! Would you
come and look at it with me?
DICKON:
I'll come every day, rain or shine if you want me.
All that garden needs is for us to come wake it up!
MARY:
But, Dickon, what if we save the garden, then Uncle
Archie takes it back, or Colin wants it?
DICKON:
Ay, what a miracle that would be, gettin' a poor
crippled boy out to see his mother's garden!
[Sung]
MARY and DICKON:
You give a living thing
A little chance to grow,
That's how you will know
If she is wick, she'll grow.
So grow to greet the morning,
Leave the ground below.
When a thing is wick
It has a will to grow and grow.
MARY:
Come a mild day, come a warm rain,
Come a snowdrop, a-comin' up!
Come a lily, come a lilac!
Come to call, calling all the rest to come!
MARY and DICKON:
Calling all the rest to come!
Calling all the world to come!
DICKON:
Oh, somewhere there's single streak of green below,
MARY and DICKON:
And all through the darkest nighttime,
It's waiting for the right time.
When a thing is wick, it will grow! 0 comments



