This year I need to…

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  • travel. Visit friends in far-off cities, see the country if not the world.
  • budget. Set ’em, and keep ’em. Budget time, budget money, and quit being so wasteful of both.
  • be a twentysomething. I have this bad habit when I’m living at home of not seeing my friends, not being terribly independent, being lazy, etc, etc. That needs to change.
  • exercise! Yoga, definitely. Running as well. Regularly, building strength and endurance (and flexibility).
  • move out of my parents’ house. Yes, I love them, and yes, I like them, but I am used to having my own space now, and I miss it.
  • meet new people. Maybe romantically?
  • get another job, or two, so I can afford some of these things–like not living at home.
  • read.
  • figure out how to live my life now that it no longer revolves around school. Think about the future, about my career.
  • start working towards certification.

Words, words, words

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In cleaning and decorating (eventually) my room at home, I’ve been thinking about quotes for the walls. I’ve seen some pictures on Pinterest that have inspired me, and frankly I’ve always liked the idea of writing on the walls. So, some ideas:

  • “Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.” — William Morris (I’ve been trying to put this into practice with limited success.)
  • “I do not want art for a few any more than education for a few, or freedom for a few.” — William Morris
  • “All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson
  • “Every man dies. Not every man really lives.” — William Wallace
  • “He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.” — Friedrich Nietzsche
  • “Always bear in mind that your own resolution to succeed is more important than any other.” — Abraham Lincoln
  • “Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?” — Abraham Lincoln
  • “As I would not be a slave, so I would not be a master. This expresses my idea of democracy.” — Abraham Lincoln
  • “I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don’t let anybody tell you different.” — Kurt Vonnegut (I like the idea of painting this on my bedroom wall, and thinking every day about the importance of happiness. And Vonnegut.)
  • If you knew how meat was made, you’d probably lose your lunch.” — k.d. lang (This I wouldn’t put on my wall, probably, because it riles me up.)
  • Let there be peace on earth
    And let it begin with me.” — Seymour Miller & Jill Jackson, “Let There Be Peace on Earth,” 1955
  • We seek peace, knowing that peace is the climate of freedom.” — Dwight D. Eisenhower
  • Well done is better than well said.” — Benjamin Franklin
  • “Intellectual growth should commence at birth and cease only at death.” — Albert Einstein
  • “We must not allow the clock and the calendar to blind us to the fact that each moment of life is a miracle and mystery.” — H. G. Wells 


My dear, darling liberal little community.

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The City Council (the governing body of the city; we have a mayor but he Council makes legislation) just voted Monday to create a Domestic Partnership Registry. This article summarizes the ordinance passed. It mostly has to do with recognition of the domestic partner in healthcare-related situations, and the author of the article points out that there is no hospital in our town, which is true. There are a fair number of assisted-living homes, however, and I assume this would apply to them. It is mostly a symbolic gesture, but it’s an important one I think. And, I don’t know any of the details of this, but the City of St. Louis (where the closest biggest hospital complex is) has also has a Domestic Partnership Registry, so I could see this helping U. City residents get fair treatment when they go for healthcare.

What interests me the most, though, is the debate over it. Of course. This article (from which I’ll be quoting) reports on the council meeting last night, where a bunch of rabble-rousers showed up to attempt to enforce their morality on others.

The first person quoted in the article, who held a Bible and clearly had not done her research, was from Ballwin. She said, “‘I don’t think University City wants to be known as the only city to legislate sin in the United States.'” That’s powerful, except that University City isn’t even the only city in Missouri to establish a domestic partnership registry, assuming that’s what she meant by “legislate sin.” It’s the fourth. As for the “legislating sin,” I can’t even deal with that right now, except to wonder if she eats pork, shellfish, and/or cheeseburgers.

The article states that “[t]he majority of the vocal opposition came from residents outside of University City,” which drives me batty. It proves that this ordinance has a symbolic meaning, which is great, but they don’t live here. Not only are they trying to force their own personal beliefs onto others, which I think is morally abhorrent, they feel so strongly about it that they’ve deigned to come into the inner ring suburbs to do so. Can’t they stay out there in their cookiecutter homes on their sidewalk-less cul-de-sacs and mind their own damn business?

But that’s not really the rant I wanted to get into. I didn’t want to rant at all, except maybe a little bit against Art Sharpe.

Art is the only councilmember who voted against the ordinance. His wife spoke out against the ordinance, “Please, don’t ask me to support that which God says is wrong” and he’s quoted as saying he loves his wife and so he’ll vote no on the bill. I don’t understand what that’s supposed to mean, but that’s not the point. The point is, that I had a lot of respect for him as my elected representative because I was at a council meeting many years ago where he voted against his personal opinion because, he said, he was elected to represent his constituents. So he voted the way his constituents wanted him to. (This was a controversial topic at the time, but not one that could be interpreted as a moral issue.) Now, he votes the way his wife wants him to?

Sharpe said, “‘Where as I am very supportive of Councilmember Crow, I feel very strongly about [against] what he’s doing.'” (I’m still quoting the above-linked article). Councilmember Terry Crow & the mayor worked together on the ordinance and were the ones to bring it before the council. As was brandied about weirdly during his mayoral bid last year, Terry is gay and has two (adorable!) kids with his partner.  Now, let’s try to ignore the fact that Art’s sentence doesn’t make a lot of sense. It sure sounds like that old, ‘I like you a lot, it’s too bad you’re going to burn in Hell’ mentality. I don’t like it at all.

My other representative was great, though.

There was this one woman, who clearly did not understand her audience, who “said the bill had the potential to lead to the destruction of family. She said the ordinance erodes traditional marriage in America, especially in the black community. She was adamant that gay unions were not a civil rights issue.”

Byron replied that ” ‘[h]omosexual behavior has nothing to do with a lack of success of black folk,’ ” and went on to say that “people who pay taxes in University City should have the same rights that he has.” Thank you! That is really the issue at hand: fairness. That’s why people use the term ‘civil rights.’ Remember those “certain unalienable rights, … among these … life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness”?

The Post-Dispatch’s article on the subject describes us as a ” community known for its diversity and progressive ways,” which is great and I love it and it’s one of the reasons I’d be happy to live here forever. But (I can’t help it) I have to point something out. Diversity and acceptance should not be progressive. They should just be. (Like they are in U. City!)

In similar news, Monday’s Daily Show reminded me of this Advocate article, which ranked St. Louis as the tenth-gayest city in the country this year. I bet those West County (and beyond!) dwellers are happy about that! Ahahaha.

Disbelief; or, the beginning of the end

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The title’s a bit of a misnomer: this is really more like the middle of the end. Today I turned in my last final. It was a take-home final for math, so I am now officially done with my 4 real classes this semester. Done with my undergraduate coursework, not to return to school for quite a long while. Or until I’m completely fed up with doing jobs that aren’t being a teacher. I should be celebrating.

Except.

Except I have to finish this thesis-thing that I’ve been working on for almost a year now. The one that I thought was going to get me honors, something I didn’t think was important to me until I was told it wouldn’t. At which point I realized I’d begun to use the honors as a motivator to get me through the grueling process. (Do other literature majors like writing papers? ‘Cause sometimes this seems like it might not have been the best choice for me.) Without the possibility of honors, there would be no recognition of all the time and effort I’d put into it. Well, there’s a bit of recognition in that I’ve been enrolled in a course all year and I will be getting credit for the thesis, but that’s not the same.

When I decided not to give up on this thesis-thing, one of the reasons was that, personally, I wanted to see it through. I have a history of giving up on things, and while I’ve never really regretted it, my dad used to give me a hard time about it so it’s still a bit of a sore point in my psyche. And the topic’s really interesting; I really enjoyed doing the reading and thinking about my point. But the writing part? It sucks.

It’s due the day after tomorrow, though I sort of want to just push through, revise it another time or two, and turn it in sooner. I haven’t worked on it much in the last couple of weeks, but I’m at the point where I don’t feel it has to be stunning.

It just has to be done.

Things I love lately

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Sara Bareilles. Like, seriously. I am hugely in love with her, with her voice and her lyrics and her piano. And she’s gorgeous, but that’s not why I’ve been listening to her albums on repeat.

Some favorites:

Many the Miles

Bottle It Up

And the Postelles, on a slightly different note (ha!). I saw them play a couple of months ago, they were opening for Chuck Berry when I finally got around to going to see him play (while he’s still alive).

And I fell in love. I’m crap at describing music in words, but they’re sort of old-school rock and roll meets hipster/rockabilly tendencies? Maybe? I don’t really know what I’m talking about. Just listen, is all.

Blue Room (the proper recording, from the album, is better, less treble-y)

Sleep on the Dance Floor

Hipsters. I know, right? They’re for making fun of, not liking. But… I don’t know, I’m sort of fascinated.

This helps a LOT:

It’s a beautiful combination of hipsters and the fifties, and I approve whole-heartedly. Yes, it helps that it’s Alex, Arthur, Karen, and Matt. In America. At the NYC premier of season 6. (so much love)

Which brings me to…

Knitting! I finished my first TARDIS sock:

There’s a bit of detail I have to go back and stitch in (‘police box’ and window panes) but all the ends are woven in, which is exciting!

Also: Pinterest, being almost done with college, wine (always), Doctor Who ovviamente, The X-Files, Netflix. Fresh fruit! It’s finally spring.

Truths: resolved!

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18. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
Me too. Especially when doing things I don’t want to be doing.

19. How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear or understand a word they said?
Forty-two, per Douglas Adams.

20. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!
I don’t understand this collection of “truths.” This belongs in a manifesto, perhaps. A new title–“things most people will agree with me on”? I do have a driving-related peeve, though: on the Avenue of the Saints, where the speed limit is 65 mph but there are still left- and right- hand turns directly off the highway, PLEASE GOD use your turn signals! I understand you’re not used to using them, but when I’m passing a truck on the left and all of a sudden I see your break lights ahead of me as you stop suddenly to make a left turn, I sort of freak out. I’m focusing on not hitting the ‘wide load’ of farm equipment I’m passing; let me know I need to pay attention to you before you brake sharply. jesus christ.

21. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.
Shouldn’t the truth for a mature human be more like, ‘everything gets dirty and you need to clean yourself and your belongings occasionally’?

22. Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.
I’m really bad at time myself, as a general rule, so I identify with this. But worrying about time is really stressful, so can I suggest that if the time’s not important enough you remember it on the first glance, don’t worry about it?

23. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey – but I’d bet everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time!
I actually know some people who wake up easily and cheerfully in the mornings. (coughdadcough) Clearly, when you’re focusing on one thing only (how nice it is to be asleep) it’s easier to do something related to that (maintain quiet environment). But whenever I’m looking for something, I’m worrying I don’t have it or it was stolen or I left it in Iowa and probably also hurrying to get out the door before I’m late or thinking about what to make for dinner or any of a myriad of other thoughts.

24. The first testicular guard, the “Cup,” was used in Hockey in 1874 and the first helmet was used in 1974.  That means it only took 100 years for men to realize that their brain is also important. (Ladies…..Quit Laughing.)
A: Cite your sources.
B: My understanding is that it’s excruciatingly painful to be hit in the testicles, as represented in countless TV shows and movies by men clutching their groins and writhing about in agony after sustaining such a blow. I myself have been hit in the head on multiple occasions with various amounts of pain, but even the most severe only left me stunned for a few seconds before I could shake it off and get back to what I was doing. (Being hit in the face with a soccer ball was a bit of an exception, as it knocked off my glasses and could possibly have broken my nose.) Granted, I have never been concussed (to my knowledge) but I still offer up this easy explanation: more pain = more protection.

NB: Everything that isn’t italicized is from the original email.

Blogs to come! Possibly! : my love of the nighttime, drinking like it’s the fifties, reactions to the news, thoughts of the future, tattoos

Truths, part 2

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Presenting! Part 2 of 3, without further ado:

9. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.
This is sad. Not just because I enjoy my sleep tremendously, but also because I stop feeling that tiredness when I get excited about something. I mean, I don’t get as much sleep as I probably should and feel kind of tired a lot, but when I get really excited because I’m seeing a friend, or get really engrossed in a book or movie, or even eat a really good meal with my family, I forget about it. That sort of happiness makes me forget about those constraints of my physical body for a while; it overpowers the tired and I’ve only got good feelings.

10. Bad decisions make good stories.
Sometimes they do; sometimes they make for jail sentences. Sometimes they ruin your life. And then there’s the point that if it gave you good memories, is it really a bad decision?

11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren’t going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.
Unfortunately, this is sort of true. What’s worse is when that moment doesn’t come and I keep convincing myself that I could motivate myself to do something, until it’s late at night and I realize I just spent hours doing nothing that I could have been in bed, asleep.

12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray[sic]? I don’t want to have to restart my collection…again.
And my Dad realizes another potential advantage to cloud computing. Though there will always be new file formats to contend with, even if we do away with the new hardware aspect. You can ignore whatever’s next, or you could stop prioritizing ownership so highly and switch to streaming media. What about when the Internet’s out? There is a technology that’s proven consistent enough to be worth investing in, especially as it requires no electricity to entertain you (especially in the daytime): books. Buy some and read them. Or, if you’ve really deprioritized ownership, even of books (gasp!), go to a library and borrow some.

13. I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page technical report that I swear I did not make any changes to.
Don’t endow the thing with special powers, Matty.

14. I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.
A pretty good plan, I suppose; I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone because I’m way too lazy to organize them and delete some.

15. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.
“Deserves”? It’s a thing, not a person, and its poor design is evident in the fact that the vegetables require more effort to get to then the TV dinners.

16. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay.
Ignoring the existence of puns to make a joke isn’t funny. Try harder.

Another use for that refrigerator. (Click for source.)

Don’t you just love those mass-forwarded emails?

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They always remind me of chain letters from middle school, the kind you had to rewrite and send to 6 people in order to get a wish granted, except easier and without wishes. This one was forwarded to me by my dad, from my uncle/his best friend: “Truths For Mature Humans.” I had some… issues, let’s say, with it, and responded to it in the italicized bit below each numbered entry.

Truths For Mature Humans (part 1 of 3)

1. I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
Morbid, much? I keep a journal, but I don’t want that burned if I die, and I realize I have no control over what happens after my death or how I am remembered. I really don’t think my browser history does either. I propose, instead, that it’s my best friend’s job to go to my funeral and talk about all the good times, remind people of the happy things and the good things. Everything else will be forgotten, unless I’ve lived my life so poorly that only my browser history is interesting.

2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.
Plenty of things suck worse than this. For example, the incredibly high rates of poverty, disease, and illiteracy throughout the world. Realizing you’re infallible does suck, and having it reiterated and being constantly reminded of it sucks, too. What sucks worse, though, is realizing that you should have made a different argument three turns back, that the other person brought up a point that’s more important to discuss (like his or her use of the word ‘stupid’ when he or she means ‘different than what I think’) and you’ve missed the opportunity to make your point without making it a bigger deal.

3. I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger.
Nap now. It’s okay.

4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.
Also, for more understanding and less overreaction on the Internet. And in the media. And overall, period. A sarcasm font wouldn’t help this at all, as sarcasm is just another way to express your disdain for something or (worse) someone.

5. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
Well enough, now go spend your time on something more worthwhile, or at least entertaining. (I’ve also found this idea if you’re really upset about it.)

6. Was learning cursive really necessary?
Not as necessary as it used to be, no, but it did help continue to refine your fine motor skills, and helped me find a faster way of writing than printing.

7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on # 5. I’m pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
Do you know how many people would send them angry/confused letters if they did? I do have a secret to personalized directions, though: look them up (or, alternately, look at a map), decide what you consider to be the most relevant information, and write it on a piece of paper.

8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
That’s the purpose of crime stories; obituaries are to announce the passing of an individual, information that will interest people who knew the departed. If you’re desperate enough for reading material that you feel the need to read the obits without finding them interesting, I’ll refer you to a nice local independent bookseller.

Not always true, but appropriate. (Click it for its source.)