I am sad to admit that I don't know much about the Suffragettes. I know they got women the vote and were pretty cool ladies, but that is about all.
I watched the documentary Gloria last night which is about Gloria Steinem. It was a very good flick, but it shamed me with all the knowledge I don't have about those times. I know there is a quote by Susan B Anthony, "our job is not to make women grateful but to make them ungrateful." So go me there, I am apparently quite ungrateful about the whole thing since I completely take it for granted.
However, the doc gave me chills and brought tears to my eyes when it went through all the things women did to gain equality. All the words, images, and ridicule that were thrown in their faces and how they continued to power through it all. Amazing. I almost weep for being born after that maelstrom since I will never get to be a part of such an amazing, empowering, and painful movement.
I have vowed to educate myself on both movements so that I may honor their hard work and hopefully better appreciate the freedom I have and see the flaws that still exist. I want to make those ladies proud.
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America loves women
Disturbing fact: Corporations are people, or at least have the same legal rights as people. This is nothing new. This has been discussed exhaustively.
What hasn’t been discussed is disturbing fact number two: Corporations gained personhood about a year before women could vote.
What the fuck? I officially feel more demeaned than I have in a long time.
What hasn’t been discussed is disturbing fact number two: Corporations gained personhood about a year before women could vote.
What the fuck? I officially feel more demeaned than I have in a long time.
Sexy characters
I recently began a discussion with my fellow nerd-friends about which fictional characters they would most like to boink. Hilarity ensued along with a nice list for myself. My list is:
Jamie Fraser - Outlander by Diana Gabaldon
Mr. Darcy - Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
Eric Northman - Sookie Stackhouse Series by Charlaine Harris
Josef Kavalier - The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon
Edmond Dantes - The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexander Dumas
Faramir and Aragorn - Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien
Sirius Black - Harry Potter by JK Rowling
Jon Snow - Game of Thrones by George RR Martin
Death - The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
Jamie Fraser - Outlander by Diana Gabaldon
Mr. Darcy - Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
Eric Northman - Sookie Stackhouse Series by Charlaine Harris
Josef Kavalier - The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon
Edmond Dantes - The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexander Dumas
Faramir and Aragorn - Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien
Sirius Black - Harry Potter by JK Rowling
Jon Snow - Game of Thrones by George RR Martin
Death - The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
Sexy tots
Here's an article from CNN about how sexy our little girls are getting. I must say I agree with most of what he said. Working in schools and the library I see so many girls dressed inappropriately. Some are with their other inappropriate friends and some are with their inappropriate moms, which explains a lot. But some are with their moms who are dressed like a grandma. Those I really don't understand.
Now that I am a mom, I have started thinking about my dress and where I shop. I am a professional business woman, mom and twenty-something. I have a difficult balance to strike between looking like an idiotic fifty-something out of the 1940s and looking like I belong on a college campus prowling for a lay. Sadly, my size makes it easier to buy the trampy things more than the appropriate things.
I want to look stylish, young and hip, but also appropriate for my business place and to be someone's mom. Though I take care of my body and think it is pretty decent to look at, the fact is that I am not on the prowl for a lay. When I am I put something lacy and indecent on at home and pose seductively until my husband notices (or actually I wear a bathrobe or pjs or something and say, "Hey, you want some?"). So, if I am not prowling, and I would like my son to respect women, then mighten I dress not like a tramp?
I wish a few more moms would take this approach. Or at least tell their 8 year-olds that they are an adult and the dress is different so pick the shorts that go to their knees, the sweats with no writing on the ass, and the shirt that loosely covers their whole torso. I hate feeling like a skeezy person because I glance at an elementary student and see club clothes that scream fuck me.
Now that I am a mom, I have started thinking about my dress and where I shop. I am a professional business woman, mom and twenty-something. I have a difficult balance to strike between looking like an idiotic fifty-something out of the 1940s and looking like I belong on a college campus prowling for a lay. Sadly, my size makes it easier to buy the trampy things more than the appropriate things.
I want to look stylish, young and hip, but also appropriate for my business place and to be someone's mom. Though I take care of my body and think it is pretty decent to look at, the fact is that I am not on the prowl for a lay. When I am I put something lacy and indecent on at home and pose seductively until my husband notices (or actually I wear a bathrobe or pjs or something and say, "Hey, you want some?"). So, if I am not prowling, and I would like my son to respect women, then mighten I dress not like a tramp?
I wish a few more moms would take this approach. Or at least tell their 8 year-olds that they are an adult and the dress is different so pick the shorts that go to their knees, the sweats with no writing on the ass, and the shirt that loosely covers their whole torso. I hate feeling like a skeezy person because I glance at an elementary student and see club clothes that scream fuck me.
Distractions
Oklahoma,
A large, electronic road sign above the highway flashing multiple screens of words about eliminating distractions to drive safely through work zones for road construction crew safety week IS a distraction.
Just thought you might want to know.
A large, electronic road sign above the highway flashing multiple screens of words about eliminating distractions to drive safely through work zones for road construction crew safety week IS a distraction.
Just thought you might want to know.
Safe Haven
I must say, the more I hear about what is going on in the world the happier I become that I live in Oklahoma. Sure we can be overly religious. And sure our Congressmen make us seem ignorant and backwater. And sure we aren't overly cultured. But, by-gum, we are safe geographically.
The Tsunami last night got me thinking about how crazy our world is and how it terrifies me a little. But then I began to think about places that are falling apart. Mostly coastal, places over major fault lines, places by volcanoes, and places with freaked out political structures. Oklahoma is basically exempt from all that.
I wouldn't live on the coast to save my life these days. Nor would I go somewhere like California, a place full of mudslides, earthquakes, fires, etc.
I like Oklahoma. There is no coast to worry about. Tsunamis, hurricanes, global warming making water levels rise, this will not immediately effect Oklahoma. We have tornadoes and thunder storms sure, but they are quick and mostly something we can dodge. Sure I could do without that hailstorm from last year or the snowstorm my child was born in, but that did not leave major lasting damage like the other disasters. My major fear is that my high school government teacher's declaration will come true that Tinker is a major nuclear bombing target because of the AWACS planes. That is the only thing that gives me pause about living in the middle of Oklahoma.
Our problems are manageable. Plus, we can grow our own food here and raise livestock. We have a lot of natural water sources.
Whenever I see a new disaster striking somewhere and begin to panic about the fact that I just brought a tiny baby into the middle of this crappy place, I stop and remember that I am in Oklahoma. This is the Heartland of waving wheat, Native American internment camps, and terrorist bombings. All things that are better than what is happening elsewhere in the world. I wish to remain under the radar right here in inconsequential Oklahoma and raise my boy to old age.
*Addendum:
Please add fires to Oklahoma's problems. They kind of crept up on us today and it seems to not be going great. I will say that a house fire is one of my biggest fears.
The Tsunami last night got me thinking about how crazy our world is and how it terrifies me a little. But then I began to think about places that are falling apart. Mostly coastal, places over major fault lines, places by volcanoes, and places with freaked out political structures. Oklahoma is basically exempt from all that.
I wouldn't live on the coast to save my life these days. Nor would I go somewhere like California, a place full of mudslides, earthquakes, fires, etc.
I like Oklahoma. There is no coast to worry about. Tsunamis, hurricanes, global warming making water levels rise, this will not immediately effect Oklahoma. We have tornadoes and thunder storms sure, but they are quick and mostly something we can dodge. Sure I could do without that hailstorm from last year or the snowstorm my child was born in, but that did not leave major lasting damage like the other disasters. My major fear is that my high school government teacher's declaration will come true that Tinker is a major nuclear bombing target because of the AWACS planes. That is the only thing that gives me pause about living in the middle of Oklahoma.
Our problems are manageable. Plus, we can grow our own food here and raise livestock. We have a lot of natural water sources.
Whenever I see a new disaster striking somewhere and begin to panic about the fact that I just brought a tiny baby into the middle of this crappy place, I stop and remember that I am in Oklahoma. This is the Heartland of waving wheat, Native American internment camps, and terrorist bombings. All things that are better than what is happening elsewhere in the world. I wish to remain under the radar right here in inconsequential Oklahoma and raise my boy to old age.
*Addendum:
Please add fires to Oklahoma's problems. They kind of crept up on us today and it seems to not be going great. I will say that a house fire is one of my biggest fears.
A Son
I have never wanted a boy. If I was to be plagued with a child it had to be a girl, period. I wanted a girl because everyone throughout history wanted boys and some went so far as to kill girls until they got a boy. I wanted a girl to create a little awesome tomboy who would be a feminist bad ass. Who would conquer something amazing and it would be more so because she was a girl. I wanted a kind of Gilmore Girls equation in our relationship. And I feared changing a boy's diaper because I have heard so many stories about the spray factor.
Frankly, I was stupid.
I love my little man. I don't know what I was thinking when I wanted a girl. I am bad with little girls. Most little girls I know hate me actually. It is mostly because they all get huge crushes on Mr. Neruda and then see me as competition. This has happened in three distinct cases.
I have always struggled with girl friendships. I get along naturally with guys in a friendship capacity. Mostly because they rarely see me as girlfriend material so there isn't that awkwardness. But also because I love being active and goofy and trying weird things. I also love movies like Die Hard and Predator and can eat huge amounts of junk food. I think it is these qualities that makes me ideally suited to be a little boy's mom.
I think I will be a cool mom for a boy. I am happy to go backpacking and trapezing. I won't set at home getting a manicure while he goes camping with his dad. I will be pushing for him to get a black belt to match my own. I will take him horseback riding and tell him about how I worked and lived in a pub for months in England (and how he can also do it when he is older). I don't get squeamish over insects and dead animals. I actually had quite the horny toad collection when I was a kid (though I don't fancy spiders). I think mice are adorable and mud doesn't bother me at all. I have fond memories of the leeches my friend couldn't pull off me when I was a girl and I had to bear down and do it myself. I will try just about anything and I don't scare easily. I am horribly sarcastic and I love stupid guy humor a la Wedding Crashers and The Hangover (and Dumb and Dumber if I am honest).
I no longer want a Gilmore Girls-esque relationship. I want to be the mother to a child. I don't want to have a best bud relationship with my child. I think that is where a lot of trouble stems from in teens. I saw so many parents who tried to be buddies with their kids while I taught and it frankly backfired every time creating hellions. It seemed to work in GG because the mother was so immature that the daughter overcompensates with her maturity to keep their world working. I don't think Lorelei is a bad mother necessarily, I just think she didn't get a full childhood and enjoys recreating it with her daughter instead of letting her daughter live out her own.
But a major reason I am happy to be the mother to a boy is that this world needs more feminist men. Real feminist men. I know many men who claim to not care what women do and that they are all for equality. Then I hear about their home life. They do nothing around the house and don't care much for their kids. They are also not always a pleasure to work with. There are too many people who are all talk and not enough action. I was lucky enough to be raised by a man who was all talk, that he wasn't a feminist, yet his actions were nothing but feminist. It showed me an example of what a man should be at home while making me passionate about what a man should sound like. I believe that is what helped lead me to Mr. Neruda. He is all action and talk. He is amazing and I can't wait for my little man to see how a house focused on equality is run. I think he will grow up to be an amazing man and an even better partner.
Each day that goes by makes me so happy that I had no idea what I was talking about and hoping for. I am made to mother a little boy and I have already had so much fun doing it. I can't wait for him to be more interactive because I know it will solidify my contentment even more. I have a friend who thinks men are sub par compared to women and that a daughter is the only way to go. I emphatically disagree with her and hope that one day my little Huxley will change her mind. He has absolutely changed mine.
Plus, we only had a couple of spraying incidences at first and nothing since. The only trouble happens in the bath and I think it is hilarious to watch his very serious face as he arcs a nice yellow stream across the tub. Ah, the joy parents find in their kids. And I say that with no irony or sarcasm oddly enough.
Frankly, I was stupid.
I love my little man. I don't know what I was thinking when I wanted a girl. I am bad with little girls. Most little girls I know hate me actually. It is mostly because they all get huge crushes on Mr. Neruda and then see me as competition. This has happened in three distinct cases.
I have always struggled with girl friendships. I get along naturally with guys in a friendship capacity. Mostly because they rarely see me as girlfriend material so there isn't that awkwardness. But also because I love being active and goofy and trying weird things. I also love movies like Die Hard and Predator and can eat huge amounts of junk food. I think it is these qualities that makes me ideally suited to be a little boy's mom.
I think I will be a cool mom for a boy. I am happy to go backpacking and trapezing. I won't set at home getting a manicure while he goes camping with his dad. I will be pushing for him to get a black belt to match my own. I will take him horseback riding and tell him about how I worked and lived in a pub for months in England (and how he can also do it when he is older). I don't get squeamish over insects and dead animals. I actually had quite the horny toad collection when I was a kid (though I don't fancy spiders). I think mice are adorable and mud doesn't bother me at all. I have fond memories of the leeches my friend couldn't pull off me when I was a girl and I had to bear down and do it myself. I will try just about anything and I don't scare easily. I am horribly sarcastic and I love stupid guy humor a la Wedding Crashers and The Hangover (and Dumb and Dumber if I am honest).
I no longer want a Gilmore Girls-esque relationship. I want to be the mother to a child. I don't want to have a best bud relationship with my child. I think that is where a lot of trouble stems from in teens. I saw so many parents who tried to be buddies with their kids while I taught and it frankly backfired every time creating hellions. It seemed to work in GG because the mother was so immature that the daughter overcompensates with her maturity to keep their world working. I don't think Lorelei is a bad mother necessarily, I just think she didn't get a full childhood and enjoys recreating it with her daughter instead of letting her daughter live out her own.
But a major reason I am happy to be the mother to a boy is that this world needs more feminist men. Real feminist men. I know many men who claim to not care what women do and that they are all for equality. Then I hear about their home life. They do nothing around the house and don't care much for their kids. They are also not always a pleasure to work with. There are too many people who are all talk and not enough action. I was lucky enough to be raised by a man who was all talk, that he wasn't a feminist, yet his actions were nothing but feminist. It showed me an example of what a man should be at home while making me passionate about what a man should sound like. I believe that is what helped lead me to Mr. Neruda. He is all action and talk. He is amazing and I can't wait for my little man to see how a house focused on equality is run. I think he will grow up to be an amazing man and an even better partner.
Each day that goes by makes me so happy that I had no idea what I was talking about and hoping for. I am made to mother a little boy and I have already had so much fun doing it. I can't wait for him to be more interactive because I know it will solidify my contentment even more. I have a friend who thinks men are sub par compared to women and that a daughter is the only way to go. I emphatically disagree with her and hope that one day my little Huxley will change her mind. He has absolutely changed mine.
Plus, we only had a couple of spraying incidences at first and nothing since. The only trouble happens in the bath and I think it is hilarious to watch his very serious face as he arcs a nice yellow stream across the tub. Ah, the joy parents find in their kids. And I say that with no irony or sarcasm oddly enough.
Oscars 2011
I love the Oscars! I can't help it. From the dresses and the commentary to the awards and acceptance speeches I just get a thrill.
Mr. Neruda and I enjoy having Oscar parties and this year was no different. It was a party of three and one of us slept through the majority of the program with one small eating break. The rest of us got some fun appetizer take out and went to town in our pjs voicing our opinions, judging everyone and gorging ourselves. It was a blast. Possibly the best Oscar party we have thrown yet.
The Oscars themselves were not that exciting. Mr. Neruda was devastated by The Social Network not winning best picture and I was annoyed that Melissa Leo won best supporting actress (her speech didn't help anything either). But mostly I couldn't stop focusing on whether James Franco was stoned or not. For his sake I hope he was.
Mr. Neruda and I enjoy having Oscar parties and this year was no different. It was a party of three and one of us slept through the majority of the program with one small eating break. The rest of us got some fun appetizer take out and went to town in our pjs voicing our opinions, judging everyone and gorging ourselves. It was a blast. Possibly the best Oscar party we have thrown yet.
The Oscars themselves were not that exciting. Mr. Neruda was devastated by The Social Network not winning best picture and I was annoyed that Melissa Leo won best supporting actress (her speech didn't help anything either). But mostly I couldn't stop focusing on whether James Franco was stoned or not. For his sake I hope he was.
Curse You Oklahoma!
Well, the Oscars have been announced which is always exciting fun. Until you read the list of nominations and see just how screwed we are in Oklahoma. Mr. Neruda and I are huge Oscar geeks. We like to try and watch all the Best Picture, Best Actor, and Best Actress films and then as many of the supporting as we can. Probably a waste of time and ridiculous, but it’s our thing.
However, this year we were thwarted. We really thought we were doing well. We have seen all but one Best Pic, missing the one Oklahoma denied us, and thought we had seen what would be all of the Actor and Actress films. Then the nominations came out with quite a few curve balls and we really don’t stand a chance. Rabbit Hole never came here and it won’t be on video before Oscar night. The same is true about Blue Valentine, 127 Hours, Biutiful, and Animal Kingdom. I am hopeful that Quail will finally get 127 Hours since they do the Best Pictures before Oscar night and Animal Kingdom should come out on DVD before the night. But for the rest we are simply screwed.
Stupid Oklahoma and its limited releases!!!! I hate being screwed (unless it is by Mr. Neruda, then it can be delightful!).
However, this year we were thwarted. We really thought we were doing well. We have seen all but one Best Pic, missing the one Oklahoma denied us, and thought we had seen what would be all of the Actor and Actress films. Then the nominations came out with quite a few curve balls and we really don’t stand a chance. Rabbit Hole never came here and it won’t be on video before Oscar night. The same is true about Blue Valentine, 127 Hours, Biutiful, and Animal Kingdom. I am hopeful that Quail will finally get 127 Hours since they do the Best Pictures before Oscar night and Animal Kingdom should come out on DVD before the night. But for the rest we are simply screwed.
Stupid Oklahoma and its limited releases!!!! I hate being screwed (unless it is by Mr. Neruda, then it can be delightful!).
One weird lady
I'm sorry, but I have come to the conclusion that Audrey Niffenegger is simply a freakishly weird person.
*Includes spoilers
I loved The Time Traveler's Wife. It was such a unique and interesting story with complex, well developed characters. There were a couple of odd scenes in it like the co-masturbation scene, but it was more fascinating than freaky. I wouldn't have thought of that myself. What an interesting and slightly uncomfortable idea I thought to myself. I suppose boys will be boys.
Then came Her Fearful Symmetry. I was excited about it. It sounded like a cool idea and the other book was so well written. However, it was not so well written. It did not have like-able characters. And there were just some weird things going on. Ghosts stealing bodies, men sleeping with older women and then their niece/daughter, then sleeping with the niece/daughter/dead-lover while knowing it, etc. Just a lot of weird stuff.
Then I read The Night Bookmobile. I was really excited about it. A graphic novel about librarians and books and the love of reading? Why yes please. While I cheered the lack of weird sex stuff I was saddened by its amazingly depressing plot line. It started out coolly enough. Discovering a bookmobile that includes everything you have ever read. Getting to go through it and re-enjoy all those stories would be amazing. However, it kept disappearing so the woman ruined her life trying to find it. She did so to the point of suicide. Now that is sad and weird enough, however, the really depressing part came when the afterlife was never getting to read or see your books again but having to create a library for someone else from birth. Coming from a librarian that seems like my own personal hell. I don't want to cater to other people's horrible reading taste for the rest of my life. When I am done with this life I want to read what I want to read and enjoy myself.
Then came the fourth and probably last book of hers for me, The Three Incestuous Sisters. And we're back to the weird sex stuff (but no incest oddly). We have sisters blowing up babies with firecrackers and babies being born with wings. Birds ripping out all the hair on heads before they explode during their sister's orgasm. Jealousy, betrayal and weird stuff. Also, each page had one 4 word sentence per page or so. They weren't even well written short sentences. Disappointing.
Overall, I think she is a weird weirdo. This doesn't mean she is a bad writer. I still love her first novel but I don't want to know her as a person. I also don't want to meet the rest of her family. The incestuous sister book was actually dedicated to her two sisters. Hmmm. Is it a message to them? Punishment by bringing to light all the horrible things they did to one another? I don't know but I would actually be a little nervous to be around her as a person.
*Includes spoilers
I loved The Time Traveler's Wife. It was such a unique and interesting story with complex, well developed characters. There were a couple of odd scenes in it like the co-masturbation scene, but it was more fascinating than freaky. I wouldn't have thought of that myself. What an interesting and slightly uncomfortable idea I thought to myself. I suppose boys will be boys.
Then came Her Fearful Symmetry. I was excited about it. It sounded like a cool idea and the other book was so well written. However, it was not so well written. It did not have like-able characters. And there were just some weird things going on. Ghosts stealing bodies, men sleeping with older women and then their niece/daughter, then sleeping with the niece/daughter/dead-lover while knowing it, etc. Just a lot of weird stuff.
Then I read The Night Bookmobile. I was really excited about it. A graphic novel about librarians and books and the love of reading? Why yes please. While I cheered the lack of weird sex stuff I was saddened by its amazingly depressing plot line. It started out coolly enough. Discovering a bookmobile that includes everything you have ever read. Getting to go through it and re-enjoy all those stories would be amazing. However, it kept disappearing so the woman ruined her life trying to find it. She did so to the point of suicide. Now that is sad and weird enough, however, the really depressing part came when the afterlife was never getting to read or see your books again but having to create a library for someone else from birth. Coming from a librarian that seems like my own personal hell. I don't want to cater to other people's horrible reading taste for the rest of my life. When I am done with this life I want to read what I want to read and enjoy myself.
Then came the fourth and probably last book of hers for me, The Three Incestuous Sisters. And we're back to the weird sex stuff (but no incest oddly). We have sisters blowing up babies with firecrackers and babies being born with wings. Birds ripping out all the hair on heads before they explode during their sister's orgasm. Jealousy, betrayal and weird stuff. Also, each page had one 4 word sentence per page or so. They weren't even well written short sentences. Disappointing.
Overall, I think she is a weird weirdo. This doesn't mean she is a bad writer. I still love her first novel but I don't want to know her as a person. I also don't want to meet the rest of her family. The incestuous sister book was actually dedicated to her two sisters. Hmmm. Is it a message to them? Punishment by bringing to light all the horrible things they did to one another? I don't know but I would actually be a little nervous to be around her as a person.
Come on Hollywood!!!!!!!
In more news of ruining all my viewing pleasure, the maker of Vampire Diaries is going to revamp X-Files into a sexy teen paranormal investigation thing. I want to die. Can't we remake things that are older than a decade or so? These are things that do not need revamping, maybe ever, but certainly not anytime soon. What is wrong with Hollywood and where are all the orginal ideas?!?!?!?!?
Stupid article
Stupid article
We made the NY Times!
Way to go Oklahoma! We made the NY Times for intolerance. Too bad this wasn't a video feed and some white trash Oklahoman in a wife-beater could have slurred his speech and acted like an idiot. Oh well, the printed word has limitations.
Intolerance and the law in Oklahoma
Intolerance and the law in Oklahoma
Note to self
Don't listen to the audio book If I Stay while pregnant and driving.
One: It's about a horrible car wreck.
Two: It's about a beautiful, happy, and loving family being horribly demolished.
and Three: It's about snow, which is what I want so bad while suffering through this demoralizing-ly hot Oklahoma summer.
One: It's about a horrible car wreck.
Two: It's about a beautiful, happy, and loving family being horribly demolished.
and Three: It's about snow, which is what I want so bad while suffering through this demoralizing-ly hot Oklahoma summer.
Come on Ted's!
I ate at Ted's in Norman yesterday for the very first time. I am a little snobby about Ted's since I live a few blocks from the original, and apparently I am right to be so.
The cheese dip was not the same. I am just saying. But that was the least of my worries.
After having a lovely dinner with friends I went to the bathroom on my way out. The bathroom had a few shocks in store for me. First, was inside the mirror over the sinks there was a hallograph looking TV screen! I don't know how they did it but the TV was inside the mirror, which is kind of cool. However, it was set to ESPN in the ladies bathroom. I found that odd.
What I also found odd was that none of the bathroom stall doors had hooks on the back. Where is a gal suppose to hang her purse and coat and other things she doesn't want on the nasty bathroom floor.
In order to overcome this problem I went into the handicap stall where there was a changing table. However, the changing table had poop smeared on it. I was pretty annoyed.
Why can a restuarant afford to install a TV in the mirror, something that is completely useless for all but the minute it takes to wash your hands, but they can't afford to put hooks on the back of the stall doors? Really?
The cheese dip was not the same. I am just saying. But that was the least of my worries.
After having a lovely dinner with friends I went to the bathroom on my way out. The bathroom had a few shocks in store for me. First, was inside the mirror over the sinks there was a hallograph looking TV screen! I don't know how they did it but the TV was inside the mirror, which is kind of cool. However, it was set to ESPN in the ladies bathroom. I found that odd.
What I also found odd was that none of the bathroom stall doors had hooks on the back. Where is a gal suppose to hang her purse and coat and other things she doesn't want on the nasty bathroom floor.
In order to overcome this problem I went into the handicap stall where there was a changing table. However, the changing table had poop smeared on it. I was pretty annoyed.
Why can a restuarant afford to install a TV in the mirror, something that is completely useless for all but the minute it takes to wash your hands, but they can't afford to put hooks on the back of the stall doors? Really?
Buffy-verse
I love Buffy. All seven seasons and the eighth season that was done in graphic novel form. Actually, I just love all things Joss Whedon: Buffy, Firefly, Angel, Dollhouse (mostly). They are all so wonderful! The perfect blend of funny, horror, fantasy, sci-fi, intrigue, romance, intelligence, violence, and punning. I honestly can't believe I haven't written about this before.
Due to my great love (and slightly unnatural obsession) I would love to name my little baby Buffy if it is a girl. I mean, what a great name?!?!? It is a nod back to the 40s and 50s, it is short, sweet, unique with a bit of tough built right in. However, Mr. Neruda is completely against it. He won't even discuss it. I am staggered. First, how rude. Second, I'm doing all the hard work of growing this parasite so I should totally get double say in the name.
Also, for a boy I would love the name Fox after Fox Mulder in the X Files. Mr. Neruda has nixed that one as well. Stupid him. He doesn't know good characters and good names if they punched him in the face (which both would be happy to do!).
So, until I can win him over I will be calling the fetus Buffy or Fox once we know the sex. Hopefully they will grow on him by the time its born and he will crumble to my will. Otherwise, I will concede the name Joss.
Due to my great love (and slightly unnatural obsession) I would love to name my little baby Buffy if it is a girl. I mean, what a great name?!?!? It is a nod back to the 40s and 50s, it is short, sweet, unique with a bit of tough built right in. However, Mr. Neruda is completely against it. He won't even discuss it. I am staggered. First, how rude. Second, I'm doing all the hard work of growing this parasite so I should totally get double say in the name.
Also, for a boy I would love the name Fox after Fox Mulder in the X Files. Mr. Neruda has nixed that one as well. Stupid him. He doesn't know good characters and good names if they punched him in the face (which both would be happy to do!).
So, until I can win him over I will be calling the fetus Buffy or Fox once we know the sex. Hopefully they will grow on him by the time its born and he will crumble to my will. Otherwise, I will concede the name Joss.
Gosling juggling
Library patrons are like baby ducks and geese. Let me explain.
There is a whole sect of library patrons who seem to imprint on a specific librarian just like baby water fowl with their mommy-like-creature. They speak with a nice librarian who helps them put a book on hold or who finds their lost zip drive, etc. This is great. The patron gets the help they need and the librarian did their job. And then the patron imprints.
The patron then feels that the librarian they imprinted on is now the only librarian who is able to help them. When the book was put on hold and it comes in for pick up, the imprinted librarian is the only one who knows where the book is. There is no other librarian in the world who could possibly help them get it and use it.
Because we librarians love inefficiency and are the most unorganized people on the planet we feel that the best way to help the public is to divide them all into portions and then distribute them out to one appropriate librarian for the patron's convience. We then remain on-call 24-7 to help them with their personal needs because we are their personal librarian. We are similar to doctors really in both pay and availability.
You are welcome public, you little ducks and geese.
There is a whole sect of library patrons who seem to imprint on a specific librarian just like baby water fowl with their mommy-like-creature. They speak with a nice librarian who helps them put a book on hold or who finds their lost zip drive, etc. This is great. The patron gets the help they need and the librarian did their job. And then the patron imprints.
The patron then feels that the librarian they imprinted on is now the only librarian who is able to help them. When the book was put on hold and it comes in for pick up, the imprinted librarian is the only one who knows where the book is. There is no other librarian in the world who could possibly help them get it and use it.
Because we librarians love inefficiency and are the most unorganized people on the planet we feel that the best way to help the public is to divide them all into portions and then distribute them out to one appropriate librarian for the patron's convience. We then remain on-call 24-7 to help them with their personal needs because we are their personal librarian. We are similar to doctors really in both pay and availability.
You are welcome public, you little ducks and geese.
Moral ambiguity
An issue has arisen that seems morally ambiguous to me. I am struggling with whether or not to go down that road, a road that once traveled down may be difficult to get off. It is something that I know in my heart of hearts is probably wrong, but still I think I can reason a way through it.
A new book in a series I read came out on May 4. Because of these economically dreary times, it is not in my budget to purchase a full price, new hard back book. So, I got myself on the library waiting list for it. High up on the list. When the book comes out I will be one of the first to get it. However, the library copy is still on order! It has to go through processing and delivery and many other tedious steps that could make the book take a month or more to get to me. THE HORROR!
To worsen matters, I am in the perfect zone for the book. I have just finished a book, I am in the mood for what this book would bring to me and I yearn. Do you know the feeling, when you crave what that book has to offer, you know it will deliver and you just want to dive in? I am ripe for this book and need it now.
Bookstores have the book. I have no money to buy the book. I could, however, swing the money to "borrow" the book. To purchase the book, read the book in a day or two and return the book with ne're a scratch on it. Conundrum.
Besides the whole "it's the same as stealing" argument, could I? I mean, would it be terrible to borrow a reusable object that is meant for multiple uses? I know when people buy new they expect new, but it will be almost new. I do not crack spines. I do not bend pages. I will not read it while eating Cheetos or in the bath. I could even spritz it with some perfume so that it will be in better shape than when I got it. I could also leave an uplifting message for the next person. They could buy it on a low day and be completely turned around through the positive, serendipitous message. I could change lives with this.
Also, I would not harm good stores. I would not do this at Full Circle, B & N or a mom and pops store. I would do it at Wal-mart. Such a corporation has no feelings. They are The Man and I would be sticking it to them. They harm others all the time and really have it coming. Plus, they leave themselves open for this sort of thing with their simple return policy. They are basically asking for it.
A co-worker told me that if I followed through with this plan he would make a bumper sticker saying: Don't Library My Wal-mart. I believe I blew a raspberry at him.
I think my moral dilemma is apparent. I want something now, can't have it properly, so have found a loop hole. Is this not the American dream? Am I erring in any way?
I feel like a theologian or philosopher at this point. Exhausting. I need to run to Wal-mart and grab a good book.
A new book in a series I read came out on May 4. Because of these economically dreary times, it is not in my budget to purchase a full price, new hard back book. So, I got myself on the library waiting list for it. High up on the list. When the book comes out I will be one of the first to get it. However, the library copy is still on order! It has to go through processing and delivery and many other tedious steps that could make the book take a month or more to get to me. THE HORROR!
To worsen matters, I am in the perfect zone for the book. I have just finished a book, I am in the mood for what this book would bring to me and I yearn. Do you know the feeling, when you crave what that book has to offer, you know it will deliver and you just want to dive in? I am ripe for this book and need it now.
Bookstores have the book. I have no money to buy the book. I could, however, swing the money to "borrow" the book. To purchase the book, read the book in a day or two and return the book with ne're a scratch on it. Conundrum.
Besides the whole "it's the same as stealing" argument, could I? I mean, would it be terrible to borrow a reusable object that is meant for multiple uses? I know when people buy new they expect new, but it will be almost new. I do not crack spines. I do not bend pages. I will not read it while eating Cheetos or in the bath. I could even spritz it with some perfume so that it will be in better shape than when I got it. I could also leave an uplifting message for the next person. They could buy it on a low day and be completely turned around through the positive, serendipitous message. I could change lives with this.
Also, I would not harm good stores. I would not do this at Full Circle, B & N or a mom and pops store. I would do it at Wal-mart. Such a corporation has no feelings. They are The Man and I would be sticking it to them. They harm others all the time and really have it coming. Plus, they leave themselves open for this sort of thing with their simple return policy. They are basically asking for it.
A co-worker told me that if I followed through with this plan he would make a bumper sticker saying: Don't Library My Wal-mart. I believe I blew a raspberry at him.
I think my moral dilemma is apparent. I want something now, can't have it properly, so have found a loop hole. Is this not the American dream? Am I erring in any way?
I feel like a theologian or philosopher at this point. Exhausting. I need to run to Wal-mart and grab a good book.
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