also

replied to various and sundry comments left by you smart people over the weeks. sorry for tardiness. are we allowed to say tardiness still?

15 steps and then a sheer drop

every time i hear this lyric by radio, i think of the 5 point palm exploding heart technique from kill bill. and also, twilight the movie, because it was the credits song, and i have no idea what it has to do with anything.

am up late reviewing CDs. trying not to inhale my retainer. trying to wrap my head around two classes, a radio show, and office hours tomorrow. office hours will hopefully allow me to read my second class's assignment....crap! i can't do that, i have a meeting. well, i doubt anyone would show up in the first week anyway. and we didn't announce them, so it's not like they know about them.

the radio manager is so nice to me. he has an awesome haircut, and introduces me to other people with cool haircuts.

sure i'll join your cult.

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i was just wishing for some bobby pins or a clip or something to pull my new bangs back, and I went into the pharmacy school bathroom, and there was just a little container of bobby pins, right there on the sink! rather than think it was a gift from god, i assumed it was a trick, or some kind of (psychic) social experiment.

i'm so self-centered, i suspect at least once a day i'm part of some social experiment. like the crazy guy at kinko's yesterday. because if he wasn't a plant, he was wayyy annoying. no one cares about their truck that much.

so much happy in the world. it's the little things, like ice cold weather to snuggle up in.

thank you

nice things people have done for me lately:

• Xander took a nap on my belly, which always imbues me with his gentle spirit.
• Students said really nice things about me on my TA evaluations from last semester.
• Mom made me a tiny bag for my D&D dice.
• Patrick got me sugar gum after overhearing me say I like it.
• Leigh took me to about every grocery in Albuquerque in search of Mexican Coke. (I could make a whole long list about nice things Leigh and Patrick did, actually)
• Sarah said I had rocking bangs on my new Facebook picture.
• Dad wrote me a really nice letter in praise of my apartment space, which he stayed at over New Year's.
• Andy took care of my cats while I was away in New Mexico, and left me a T-shirt that has a large donkey and a small donkey, which says "Burro. Burrito."
• Kurt (and maybe Chad) listened to my radio show from work.
• Beth let me watch Battlestar at her house, and she and her girlfriend shared their theories with me.
• Jerry let me use a coupon at Blazer Tag last night.

This is an excellent excerise. Next step would be nice things I've done for other people, I guess.

• Took charge of making reservations for 9 at hotels in Russia.
• Bought Andy some cookies.
• Fed the cats wet food (which they promptly thew up).
• Gave Jerry some tokens to play video games.
• Invited people over for dinner.
• Bought girl scout cookies and fed them to D&D group.

This list is harder because it's more difficult to determine what was "nice." If I list something like "smiled at Talitha as she passed," that seems less altruistic and almost condescending. Whereas I know exactly how someone else's actions made me feel--good (in these cases). Like, Sarah couldn't say that complimenting my bangs was "nice" on her own list, or it would seem ungenuine. Isn't that weird? But it WAS nice.

20th century bitch

Having trouble prioritizing today. So I first of all found out how to make an online poll. Then I made one, and ask for your help. Here are my options.


OK, it turns out I don't know how to use this poll. It sure looks like a poll, but it doesn't seem to record results. So if you're actually interested in my life Choose-Carrie's-Own-Adventure style, then leave a comment. Other options included pay bills and taxes, fix Roomba, and register products, but I already accomplished that.

I came down with an extremely sudden sinus infection, so that in T+2 hours from the first bloody nose, I had a toothache, and T+4 hours I was in the bathtub weeping from a painful headache. ENTER*. However, Battlestar was good--saw the premiere finally. ENTER So, I got my needed 12 hours of sleep, approximately (punctuated by a 7am cookie-breakfast). Now I am drinking my Mexican Coke (yay!), and thinking about reading one of my textbooks (boo!). But which one? Reading the global marketing book, while fascinating, has the magical property of sending me to sleep for up to 7 hours after 4 pages. The others are just incomprehensible gibberish, even though I have dull suspicions that they're actually interesting topics. Labor economics? Program Evalution? Advanced Management? Inequality in America? Don't these sound interesting? Don't they sound like MBA classes (except for the last one, unless the last one were more like "How to increase inequality in America?" no that's mean, some MBAs are really good-doers after all)? I'm actually taking 2 classes in the business school. ENTER Will my enter key ever work again? Will I continue having a coke a day until I develop diabetes (which I just, vicariously, had my cat tested for--all clear thank goodness)? Will I ever read these books? What will my D&D character have been doing while I was away at break? Will Ladybird ever find the thing she's looking for under the dresser? Stay tuned. *(my enter key isn't working for some reason)

beware

There was a naked man earlier. Outside. He was yelling a lot. Someone called 911 for him, which was good, as I was in bed for most of his trauma. I hope he's OK. He probably had a stroke or something. I hope he's not humiliated later because he was naked and had done other embarassing things.

Horay for YOU!

why so serious?

a professor keeps telling me "I chose you because you seemed very serious." First of all "serious" isn't exactly a compliment. But second of all, he keeps saying it in the tone of "how wrong I was!" which is also not complimentary.

Relatedly, I AM NOT FREAKING GOING BACK TO INDIA! Or maybe I am. I don't know. I found a program that could give me money. But I need a recommendation that speaks to my ability to learn languages, and although I have studied a lot of languages in the past, I haven't in a very long time. And now I regret that.

agneepath, agneepath, agneepath

The professor I will work for (haven't met him yet, waiting in his office) has this poem written on his white board. Makes me feel like a jerk, having Muse stuck in my head. I should be higher-brow. High-brower?

Got through my 9am today, but only just, as I was up till 3 last night. Up getting stuff done, at least, even though I did get a good 30,000+ point round of Word Challenge in.

Had a nice dinner with T and M; we made pakoras and talked about our feelings. Girls night!

from my first radio distribution list email

My new show will be streamed online Thursdays from 3-5pm. You can listen with RealAudio or Winamp at http://kvrx.org/listenlive

If you're interested in some sloooowww downloads of a few of last semester's shows (I'm not vouching for them, they're just the few that I managed to record), here are the links:

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=IPVAJ7BD
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=DMQ39OMW
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=28OG7BZT

I'm going to do an excellent job this semester. I swear it.

I am outside of history.

I wish I had some peanuts

It looks hungry there

In its cage.

I am inside of history.

It's hungrier

than I thought.
-Ishmael Reed

I'm watching Jericho, and finding awful pictures online of the Gaza conflict (I would link, but...no they're too awful). History already seems hungry, from the outside. I can't imagine.

can't.

won't.

new orleansy things i've done

• moved our cars out of knee deep torrents in front of the house
• heard gunshots twice in our neighborhood
• saw benjamin button--like a creepy, good forrest gump

i would teach my feet to fly

....ashes, ashes....

Should I prepare for my dozen or so radio shows that I have to do when I get back, or should I prepare for the class I'm teaching when I get back? Tough call. Instead, let's do neither, and instead listen to covers of Joni Mitchell's "The River."

Maybe yoga will jump start my desire to...do anything at all. Yeah

out out damn junk

I spent the last few days throwing away lots of stuff. I hate throwing away stuff, but sometimes you just have to throw it away. I hate throwing it away because I just know someone somewhere would want the stuff rather than let it molder poisonously in a grave. The Ferengi's Great River. But really, who needs the encyclopedic set of instruction manuals to a 1970's Minolta SLR? I made a set of bags for things worth giving away, and a set of bags of things worth being prizes for my mom's school (double headed nickels, fake mustaches and eyebrows. Don't ask). I threw out my high school textbooks (Physics, Calculus, Trig, European History--goodbye, I will never need you again), but had trouble throwing out all my high school notes (Wait, maybe I will need you again!) and my library of Japanese workbooks. Then I went to my parent's bathroom and threw out all the expired medicine. Then I went to my bathroom and matched up all my earrings.

OK, see, this is why I haven't been updating. I haven't done much exciting worth updating about. Here is my New Year's Eve:

Me (11pm): Wanna do a yoga video?
Mom: yeah!
[we do yoga video]
Mom (12am): Wanna go read for a while?
Me: yeah!!

Happy new year. May your year be filled with minimal junk, but maximal yoga and reading. I'm going to clean my necklaces. If I have to have junk, it might as well be sparkly.