unrequited: unanswered
I just want to say that if Eddie Vedder, ignoring age and the fact that he's already married, and I had children, they'd have incredible hair. just sayiiing.
so apparently, Pearl Jam has a thing where they warm up with Fugazi's Suggestion. Both Pearl Jam and Fugazi have a special place in my heart. Really, if you can find your way in, you'll always have a corner of my heart. My advice to you, don't fuck it up.
I should be studying for a test and writing a paper, instead I'm procrastinating on the interwebs. Figures. I love this song though, seems fitting.
I've got lots of unrequited questions and deep thoughts to explore in the next month or so...let the thinking COMMENCE!
p.s. so I've written about this before and by now we all know that if I ever have children they will be absolutely, hands-down, undeniably, bat-shit crazy. I was going to throw in another adjective but thought three would suffice. Anyway, look out for the day I learn to play guitar (I guess piano or percussion would work too) and train one of the small children in my life to sing:
bahhh, okay now back to my deep thoughts.
3/30/11
3/28/11
battery
battery: v- the act of beating, assault, n- a grouping of artillery pieces/artillery companies for tactical purposes, a combination of apparatus for producing a single electrical effect, a group of two or more cells connected together to furnish electric current, level of energy or enthusiasm, a number of similar articles, an array, the pitcher and catcher of a baseball team, a military exam
fewh. The word battery is very manifold in its meaning. I like a word that can pack such a definitive punch.
battery cell symbol. content from wikipedia.org
Anyway, earlier this week I took the US Air Force DLAB on advice from my recruiter- http://usmilitary.about.com/cs/joiningup/a/dlab.htm. It's a funny test. Unlike any I have taken before. It measures your ability to learn new languages and work as a linguist or cryptologist. During the test, you are given a gibberish language that you learn, translate, and manipulate. You can't quite study for this test. All I did was revived the parts of speech and took this practice test- http://mylittlepwnies.com/dlab/sample.html0 . I ended up getting a 118 with the highest possible score being 176. My score is considered strong and I now have clearance to be trained as a linguist in level 3 and above languages. Pretty sweet, if you ask me. I think my learning style was what really helped on the DLAB. Since a large part of the test is audible, me being an audio learner was beyond beneficial. All in all, it was a fun way to spend the morning and a fantastic excuse to skip my morning classes (grrr me and my LC higher education are at odds right now, but I'll save that rant for another time).
fewh. The word battery is very manifold in its meaning. I like a word that can pack such a definitive punch.
battery cell symbol. content from wikipedia.org
Anyway, earlier this week I took the US Air Force DLAB on advice from my recruiter- http://usmilitary.about.com/cs/joiningup/a/dlab.htm. It's a funny test. Unlike any I have taken before. It measures your ability to learn new languages and work as a linguist or cryptologist. During the test, you are given a gibberish language that you learn, translate, and manipulate. You can't quite study for this test. All I did was revived the parts of speech and took this practice test- http://mylittlepwnies.com/dlab/sample.html0 . I ended up getting a 118 with the highest possible score being 176. My score is considered strong and I now have clearance to be trained as a linguist in level 3 and above languages. Pretty sweet, if you ask me. I think my learning style was what really helped on the DLAB. Since a large part of the test is audible, me being an audio learner was beyond beneficial. All in all, it was a fun way to spend the morning and a fantastic excuse to skip my morning classes (grrr me and my LC higher education are at odds right now, but I'll save that rant for another time).
3/27/11
tinnitus
tinnitus: ringing in the ears, caused by a crap ton of aliments
when I got out of the car, my ears rung with a deep and vibrant rattle.
accumulated hearing damage aside, there exists a direct correlation between how much my day sucked and the number of albums I listened to in the duration of that day. Essentially, the worse the day, the more the number of albums. Today wasn't all that bad, but considering the monotonous drive back from Boise and the sinking in of recent stress, I have listened to a total of 13 albums and around 4 hours of miscellaneous songs today.
here we go,
Pinkerton- Weezer
Drunken Lullabies- Flogging Molly
Bleach- Nirvana
Live at Reading- Nirvana
Parachutes- Coldplay (I memorized all the lyrics to Yellow between Nampa, ID and Ontario, OR)
Self Titled- Foo Fighters
In Your Honor- Foo Fighters
Goat- Jesus Lizard
Others! Others!- Bomb the Music Industry
Self Titled- The National
Pussy Whipped- Bikini Kill (I heart rrrriot girls)
Farm- Dino Jr
Several Shades of Why- J. Mascis
1/2 of Boys and Girls- Ingrid Michelson
you should see what my suckier days look like; the earbuds never come out, the ringing never stops. I'm excited though, because Nick and I went to Everyday Music tonight and in my email sits a Replacements album. Hmm, come to think of it. I was sharing with Nick my frustrations about not having an outlet for pain and depression, seeing as we both don't drink and, unlike the masses, can't get shitfaced and forget about our problems. I've been struggling with the concept of fairness lately, and this just doesn't seem fair. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't want to have that option, I don't ever want to be numb again, but it still doesn't seem fair. Woah, woah, woah, I HAD thought that it didn't seem fair, that I didn't have an outlet, but in light of the above, I'd say I do have an outlet. And it doesn't involve puking. So everybody wins!
p.s. lots of commentary to come on my trip to Boise. it was...interesting.
when I got out of the car, my ears rung with a deep and vibrant rattle.
accumulated hearing damage aside, there exists a direct correlation between how much my day sucked and the number of albums I listened to in the duration of that day. Essentially, the worse the day, the more the number of albums. Today wasn't all that bad, but considering the monotonous drive back from Boise and the sinking in of recent stress, I have listened to a total of 13 albums and around 4 hours of miscellaneous songs today.
here we go,
Pinkerton- Weezer
Drunken Lullabies- Flogging Molly
Bleach- Nirvana
Live at Reading- Nirvana
Parachutes- Coldplay (I memorized all the lyrics to Yellow between Nampa, ID and Ontario, OR)
Self Titled- Foo Fighters
In Your Honor- Foo Fighters
Goat- Jesus Lizard
Others! Others!- Bomb the Music Industry
Self Titled- The National
Pussy Whipped- Bikini Kill (I heart rrrriot girls)
Farm- Dino Jr
Several Shades of Why- J. Mascis
1/2 of Boys and Girls- Ingrid Michelson
you should see what my suckier days look like; the earbuds never come out, the ringing never stops. I'm excited though, because Nick and I went to Everyday Music tonight and in my email sits a Replacements album. Hmm, come to think of it. I was sharing with Nick my frustrations about not having an outlet for pain and depression, seeing as we both don't drink and, unlike the masses, can't get shitfaced and forget about our problems. I've been struggling with the concept of fairness lately, and this just doesn't seem fair. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't want to have that option, I don't ever want to be numb again, but it still doesn't seem fair. Woah, woah, woah, I HAD thought that it didn't seem fair, that I didn't have an outlet, but in light of the above, I'd say I do have an outlet. And it doesn't involve puking. So everybody wins!
p.s. lots of commentary to come on my trip to Boise. it was...interesting.
3/22/11
upchuck
upchuck: the act of vomiting, nickname for the character Charles Ruttheimer from Daria (funny thing about Daria...I'll elaborate later...okay joke! it's just that there are two characters on that show that are named Monique and T, and the have a caustic relationship), anyhoo, it's also slang for the city of North Charleston, South Carolina
hmmm. I feel like I'm going to puke. That's normally not a good sign, right?
hmmm. I feel like I'm going to puke. That's normally not a good sign, right?
3/15/11
on my mind...
read this on the back of a Luna Bar wrapper...
"Mom: Thank you for teaching me that curiosity and hard work are vital to success, and that life is too short to not be who you are."
So true. I would extend this thanks to the many mentors I respect and cherish. Anyways, I always read the labels and wrappers of things. Something about tiny letters and numbers amuses me immensely :)
missed my face
there we go
it look so GIANT! seriously, the things that crack me up. te he.
"Mom: Thank you for teaching me that curiosity and hard work are vital to success, and that life is too short to not be who you are."
So true. I would extend this thanks to the many mentors I respect and cherish. Anyways, I always read the labels and wrappers of things. Something about tiny letters and numbers amuses me immensely :)
missed my face
there we go
it look so GIANT! seriously, the things that crack me up. te he.3/13/11
respite
respite: short period of rest or relief from something difficult or unpleasant; short delay permitted before an unpleasant obligation is met or a punishment is carried
This must be the lull before the storm. Yesterday I received tantalizing news...I was excepted to the University of Washington's Library and Information Science Graduate Program! I preferenced the online cohort and was admitted for fall 2011. If I accept to enroll, classes will begin in September and then I'll only be two short years away from having my masters! As of now, I'm waiting to hear back from the other schools I applied to and from the USAF AND I need to begin looking for a job (I'd like to work in records management with ESL services, or if I can swing going to OTS, cross training into informatics would be most desirable). Really, I'm trying to breath and take a moment to relish this short respite before I have to start making big decisions that will impact the rest of my life (come May 1st to be exact).
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| embroidery for dish towels! |
This must be the lull before the storm. Yesterday I received tantalizing news...I was excepted to the University of Washington's Library and Information Science Graduate Program! I preferenced the online cohort and was admitted for fall 2011. If I accept to enroll, classes will begin in September and then I'll only be two short years away from having my masters! As of now, I'm waiting to hear back from the other schools I applied to and from the USAF AND I need to begin looking for a job (I'd like to work in records management with ESL services, or if I can swing going to OTS, cross training into informatics would be most desirable). Really, I'm trying to breath and take a moment to relish this short respite before I have to start making big decisions that will impact the rest of my life (come May 1st to be exact).
3/9/11
let's just say....
let's just say...that working out/step aerobics and a 100 degree fever probably wasn't the smartest decision :(
update 3/10/11 2:56am: My temperature is still 100 degrees and I am feeling beyond delusional. I think I just had a conversation with the pile of laundry near my closet. Also, I have most ridiculous dreams when I'm sick. I woke up, overheated, and am now eating a bowl of raisin brand. I hope my voice comes back before I present my research tomorrow at the Gender Symposium.
update 3/11/11: two words- strep. throat. ... yuck
update 3/10/11 2:56am: My temperature is still 100 degrees and I am feeling beyond delusional. I think I just had a conversation with the pile of laundry near my closet. Also, I have most ridiculous dreams when I'm sick. I woke up, overheated, and am now eating a bowl of raisin brand. I hope my voice comes back before I present my research tomorrow at the Gender Symposium.
update 3/11/11: two words- strep. throat. ... yuck
3/4/11
whatever
whatever: a slang word meaning "what ever you say" or "I don't care what you say"
update 3/6/11 5am: I wish I were strong enough to stand up to your crap
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Va9uOHGZskg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vvXJvZY4Qx8&feature=autoplay&list=QL&index=14&playnext=3
update 3/6/11 11:58pm: this all seems too familiar
update 3/7/11: Nick and were talking about blues guitar and it reminded me of this song...
seems fitting
update 3/11/11: today I was catching up with Rob on his new-ish band and stumbled across a treasure trove of Wanda Jackson. There is such a magnificent plethora of songs out there to relate to on a deep-southern-fried-soul level. I feel a mixed tape/playlist coming on...'specially since I'm at home sick and can't go to roller derby :P
these are most appropriate to my predicament
update 3/15/11: Nick linked this to me http://www.spin.com/articles/full-album-stream-dinosaur-jrs-j-mascis :) I feel a great wave of bittersweet water building...I'm dreading next week.
update 3/6/11 5am: I wish I were strong enough to stand up to your crap
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Va9uOHGZskg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vvXJvZY4Qx8&feature=autoplay&list=QL&index=14&playnext=3
update 3/6/11 11:58pm: this all seems too familiar
update 3/7/11: Nick and were talking about blues guitar and it reminded me of this song...
seems fitting
update 3/11/11: today I was catching up with Rob on his new-ish band and stumbled across a treasure trove of Wanda Jackson. There is such a magnificent plethora of songs out there to relate to on a deep-southern-fried-soul level. I feel a mixed tape/playlist coming on...'specially since I'm at home sick and can't go to roller derby :P
these are most appropriate to my predicament
update 3/15/11: Nick linked this to me http://www.spin.com/articles/full-album-stream-dinosaur-jrs-j-mascis :) I feel a great wave of bittersweet water building...I'm dreading next week.
3/3/11
to kill a bear with a toothpick
to kill a bear with a toothpick: something that is near impossible to do, and foolish to even attempt
getting me to carry a purse is like trying to kill a bear with a toothpick. However, defeated, I broke down and bought a purse earlier this week. It's not as horrible as I thought it would be. I vow here and now though, that I will never be one of those giant bag ladies that carries all of Walmart plus an extra tube of lipstick in her bag. No way, Jose!
Also, Living with me means you get asked some of the most random questions. My roommate, Fred, knows this best. Tonight I asked her if she ever wondered why Sponge Bob had Square Pants instead of some other square article of clothing or object...like a hat...or maybe a pan. Sponge Bob Square Pan! I digress, on Monday night, I asked her what her thoughts on old people were. This quickly escalated to me drawing a venn diagram of the people I like. I'll scan in the original post-it note later. But for now...
outside the circles= all other people, aka people I am not a fan of, inside the circle to the left are kids from the age 2.5 to 9, inside the circle to the right are people over the age of 60+, and in the middle are people who receive a subscription to AARP magazine (namely, kids with stolen identities).
getting me to carry a purse is like trying to kill a bear with a toothpick. However, defeated, I broke down and bought a purse earlier this week. It's not as horrible as I thought it would be. I vow here and now though, that I will never be one of those giant bag ladies that carries all of Walmart plus an extra tube of lipstick in her bag. No way, Jose!
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| Found it at Value Village for $6, it's about 10" long |
Also, Living with me means you get asked some of the most random questions. My roommate, Fred, knows this best. Tonight I asked her if she ever wondered why Sponge Bob had Square Pants instead of some other square article of clothing or object...like a hat...or maybe a pan. Sponge Bob Square Pan! I digress, on Monday night, I asked her what her thoughts on old people were. This quickly escalated to me drawing a venn diagram of the people I like. I'll scan in the original post-it note later. But for now...
outside the circles= all other people, aka people I am not a fan of, inside the circle to the left are kids from the age 2.5 to 9, inside the circle to the right are people over the age of 60+, and in the middle are people who receive a subscription to AARP magazine (namely, kids with stolen identities).
gregarious
gregarious: found of company, sociable, living in flocks
Most all bands are gregarious by nature. Like geese, they live and travel around and make noise together. However, it is a rare delight when you go to see a show and they carry this same gregariousness onto the stage.
I went to see Ted Leo from Ted Leo and the Pharmacists at Backspace this past weekend and he had such a friendly stage presence. He told us funny antidotes, he commented about his mom, he laughed, he cried, he even interacted with us common folk in the audience. It was delightful! Musicians like Ted Leo should we treasured. Not only that, but he also put on one hell of a good acoustic punk performance.
Some other notes about the night: ate spicy chicken dumplings at Thai Peacock (the kind where your nose begins to run due to the heat), went to Ground Control and played four-way Pac Man (that sounds dirty, but it's not...just Sprite and arcade games), made plans to start a tumblr of all the phone numbers I found in public places (so far this list includes numbers from a prison cell, a rhetoric textbook, countless bathroom stall doors, and the table at which we sat waiting for the show to start).
it was a decent night. enough said.
Most all bands are gregarious by nature. Like geese, they live and travel around and make noise together. However, it is a rare delight when you go to see a show and they carry this same gregariousness onto the stage.
I went to see Ted Leo from Ted Leo and the Pharmacists at Backspace this past weekend and he had such a friendly stage presence. He told us funny antidotes, he commented about his mom, he laughed, he cried, he even interacted with us common folk in the audience. It was delightful! Musicians like Ted Leo should we treasured. Not only that, but he also put on one hell of a good acoustic punk performance.
Some other notes about the night: ate spicy chicken dumplings at Thai Peacock (the kind where your nose begins to run due to the heat), went to Ground Control and played four-way Pac Man (that sounds dirty, but it's not...just Sprite and arcade games), made plans to start a tumblr of all the phone numbers I found in public places (so far this list includes numbers from a prison cell, a rhetoric textbook, countless bathroom stall doors, and the table at which we sat waiting for the show to start).
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| four-way Pac Man |
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| You can barely see it, but Carry and I carved the names that our parents would have named us had we been the opposite gender; so, Emily John...this sits next to a phone number advertising that if called, the person who answers is truly "well-endowed." he he. |
it was a decent night. enough said.
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