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[Feb. 22nd, 2010|12:12 pm] |
I got a lot of responses (11!) to my most recent post, so this is to say: thanks. You are all endlessly supportive--to degrees and depths I can't really properly fathom--and you have been for the entire time that I've had this journal.
You warm the cockles of my little jaded self-deprecating heart, as I'm set to start fresh on my travails through academia. (And let me tell you, I was pretty sure I wouldn't make it this far. My grades for my first two years of my undergraduate degree were...mediocre, to be charitable...and truthfully I do not feel like my work is very good compared to that of most of my fellow students. I hope that this explains my joy and astonishment when it actually, finally came to pass.)
So thank you. :) |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2010|11:01 am] |
This last summer I got a little sun when my family took me to the Renaissance Fair. My nose stayed red for a while and I just figured I had some acne concurrently. (AE scolded me for not covering up in the sun, and I told her off pretty well by pointing out its zitlike qualities.) Problem is, it's January and my nose is still red-looking, to the point where I am putting cover-up on it daily. I did a little research and it looks like it may well be rosacea. Shiiiiit. I'm going to just treat it like acne and keep on covering it up, because I don't really know what else to do with it.
I started a new term of classes I can't afford tuition for, this week. Just one course--phonological theories. It's got somewhere between 15 and 20 students, surprisingly, and mostly undergraduates despite being graduate level. It seems like every time I take a class here I'm thrown into a few weeks of covering for stuff I didn't learn, for whatever reason, at SIUC, before I find my footing. Kind of predictable, but always jarring. Getting used to the professor's rhetorical style is more of a trick, and I get myself in trouble because I like to answer questions. I come off looking like an utter space case for the first week of class or so, but unfortunately I can't really afford I'm a ditz while I'm trying to impress the department. Eek.
AB is off in Washington, DC until Sunday. Meanwhile I'm dogsitting for her; they're bored and sad and listen to the soothing noises on the TV (right now it's Star Trek Enterprise because that's the only remotely interesting thing on--okay, so crappy noises). She took me out to the bead store and I used up the gift certificate she and JM gave me at Christmas. I've made two pairs of earrings and something like four necklaces since. One of the necklaces AB says she's interested in buying, so I gave it my customary low price (I run about $15 for necklaces; I am probably a patsy) and am letting it sit for her until she's got the cash. |
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[Dec. 9th, 2009|11:32 pm] |
All the nice, easy-going roommates I’ve lived with (SH before, and now my current flatmate AB) have enjoyed watching Top Chef, but this is the first season I’ve watched with anything resembling attention. I’ve got no pretenses to it being a Good Show, but it’s the least crappy of the reality shows I’ve been exposed to. Mostly I watch it because I enjoy watching contestants crash and burn. We watched the finale tonight and yelled at the TV a lot because our favorite contestants lost. (AB insists that Bryan Voltaggio’s hot. Yet another thing I am locked out of appreciating.)
It’s very cold here--windchill getting down to negative 20 or so tomorrow. We had a good foot of snow overnight, and blizzard conditions. Suddenly I ride the bus everywhere. I’m not looking forward to class tomorrow. Only two class sessions left in the term, but I miss having a reason to go onto campus--suddenly I can’t really go to the gym very easily any longer. |
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| eggs scrundled |
[Dec. 2nd, 2009|05:24 am] |
Dream recipe (as in, a recipe my brain came up with while it was sleeping and bored, not anything that sounds particularly good):
Heat a skillet on the stovetop. Take a package of yeast and toss its contents--with wrist-snapping gusto--into the skillet, making sure to spread the yeast somewhat evenly over the surface of the pan. Let them singe.
Break the desired quantity of eggs in the pan. Cook them over easy in the pan, letting them soak up the burnt yeast (???). Serve.
I don't remember the exact name this received in my dream, but I believe it was something like eggs scrundled, and within the context of the dream it was a delicacy and everyone should have known what it was.
I figure this is what happens when you brew, and you also happen to cook scrambled eggs once every five days. (What can I say? I schedule my meals very regularly.) |
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[Oct. 1st, 2009|09:11 am] |
Does anyone want a Google Wave invite? I have seven.
ETA: I ran out as of Saturday morning! |
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| twin peaks moment of the day |
[Sep. 29th, 2009|04:18 pm] |
While walking down State Street today, feeling sorry for myself (screwed up on the homework front today), one of the many upper-middle-class clean-cut white women in town was walking toward me, parallel on the sidewalk.
She was talking in a way that sounded remarkably close to being backmasked. She passed me a small booklet and continued walking--all of this without looking at me or making eye contact.
Bewildered and a little concerned for my sanity, I looked down to see what the brochure was. Surely with such an impressive buildup it must be something of great signif--
Oh.
The brochure was from ISKCON.
She'd been tranced out of her skull and what I'd parsed as backmasking from a few seconds of stimulus had actually been her muttering hare krishna hare hare krishna krishna hare rama...
Well then. Madison sure is a weird place to be. |
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[Sep. 22nd, 2009|04:50 pm] |
Playing with OCR programs makes me wonder if there's some app out there that'll spellcheck documents with OCR particularly in mind. OCR, for instance, will render the word "fuller" as "fuIIcr" or something like it, which results in MS Word's spellcheck not knowing what it is. If there isn't an app out there to look and words and spell-check them while considering that vV might be W, i- might be r, apostrophes might be full stops...well, there really should be. I see there's one product out there; maybe I'll try it, but I see it's got a trial version and wants me to shell out money for it. That's money I don't have.
Meanwhile I'm holed up here with what I'm increasingly worried is swine flu... |
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