Absquatulate

In Which I Succumb to an Internet Quiz

Which Rock Chick Are You?

Hm. Not sure how I feel about that. I was kind of hoping for someone a little more ... real.

Ah, change once answer from "I came around to tear your little world apart." to "I'm just a girl." (two I was torn between) and I get:

Which Rock Chick Are You?

That's a little better.

Karma baby

On the bus ride into campus today I bumped into my neighbor. We chatted for a bit about what each of us were planning for the summer (Him: wedding, road trip honeymoon, moving to Illinois for tenured teaching gig. Me: some mindless job) and I told him I just couldn't bring myself to get motivated to look for freelance work. He said yeah, getting some stupid mindless job bagging groceries may not be a bad idea since my next three years or so will be graduate school hell. I replied, "Of course, when I decide to do that I actually GET freelance work from a friend!"

His response struck me. "Yeah, it's funny how the universe has a way of knowing your needs, even if YOU don't, and delivering them to you when you least expect it."

We both chuckled and looked off into the distance, lost in our own thoughts on the matter for a few seconds. A quiet understanding that didn't need details. It was enough to share the sentiment and to understand the other person.

He's quite right.

Gardener

"Virtue? a fig!  'tis in ourselves that we are this or thus.  Our bodies are our gardens, to the with our wills are gardeners; so that if we will plant nettles or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up tine, supply it with one gender of herbs or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with idleness or manur'd with industry - why; the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills."

Condi, baby...

He can compose and perform a love ballad to the U.S. Secretary of State. Ladies, you know you want a peice of Ze Frank.

Food Writing

Now that I'm a poor college student again any delusions of grandeur on the dining scene here in Western MA are firmly put on hold (Oh Ming Tsai, I shall make my eastward to you soon!) So it's with great pleasure that I stumbled across this article from Mark Bittman in the New York Times. Home cooking can be just as exciting and interesting as dining out if you have a few skills and a little bit of time. Thanks to folks like Mr. Bittman he's showing the foodies that good food just doesn't come from copper pots and pantries stocked to the gills with morel mushrooms and saffron.

*sigh* boring life

There are so many moments in life where I wish I had a great story to go along with an otherwise rather mundane event.

Sexed Up Fantasty Story:   I received a dueling sabre to the ear in a fight with another countess for a diamond necklace (because there is a plethora of BOTH in western MA) which necessitated a trip to the medics (but only after I won the duel by not only returning the blow but by also cutting off a lock of her hair) for treatment of the glancing wound and a tetanus shot as a preventative measure.

What Really Happened:  I got a routine tetanus booster when I saw the doctor today for a checkup. 

All this stiffness and achiness and no good story. *sigh*

Cool, or Too Much Time on One's Hands?

Neat little photoset on Flickr: Transparent Screens Pool.

Foreign Language

I've made a small, delicious little rediscovery recently: music as a means of expression.  I can't say I've forgotten this but rather that the idea was squashed in my brain during the last bunch of years and has only recently elbowed its way out of the sylvian fissure and said, "Hey YOU.  Words are no good.  Try something different for a change." I'm a better person for it too.

Music in My Head

Lately I've been waking up with music playing through my head, often time mid song, mid-stanza, just as if I'd walked into a room with the stereo on. I can't say the music is in any related dream but rather I snap awake and there is the song playing in my head.

I also have not been sleeping well. I wonder if these things are related? That somehow my mind is busy updating and playing a playlist in my head while I'm sleeping and that takes precious resources away from the business of sleeping. Whatever the reason it has to stop soon; I'm tired.

Lame post about the weather, because I have nothing else to talk about.

This is my first spring back in the northeast U.S. in 11 years, and I've found myself just stunned by the amount of sunshine there is. I had forgotten how gorgeous it is here, even if I'm not back in my hometown where temperatures are a little more temperate. Sun sun sun all the time! Even in the winter it was sunny. I'm like a re-animated mummy stumbling from the tomb mumbling, "Unnnnhhhhhhhh" which translates to, "What is this bright disc in the sky that assails my delicate corneas and my rod-riddled retinas?"

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