Week From Hell...Please End
Well, there are officially about 45 minutes left in the week from hell. If I were a fool, I'd be relieved, but the wisdom I've gained this week has helped me to realize that relief is not something I should let myself feel until I am home from work lounging on the couch. (and even then, it may be too soon to let my guard down.)
List of Grievances For the Week:
*The printing shop I hired to make life easier did the opposite
*The Rapid Rewards points I was supposed to get from MCI (about seven of them -- half a free ticket) were never credited to my account and MCI won't fix it because, "the partnership with Southwest Airlines has ended" So, I used MCI for almost a year solely because I was getting credits that I never actually got.
*My gym served Burger King hamburgers on Fat Tuesday and that's just not right
*My teeth hurt and I'm afraid they might fall out even though I know I am probably clenching my teeth too much from being stressed out which is making the teeth hurt.
*The Passion is quite possibly creating a whole new generation of anti-semites.
*The discounted fare to Portland on Southwest ends this week and Southwest is only accepting reservations though Aug. 7 and I want to return on Aug. 14, so I can't get the discount.
*George Bush is president
*I miss my brother and want to hang out with him a lot but he doesn't live here.
*February is too short
*All the big bills are due at the beginning of the month and I'm broke.
*I spent more time at the printing shop this week being hassled than I did at my desk.
*My "Little Sister" from Big Brothers Big Sisters is moving to Texas tomorrow and I really like her and was just getting to know her better.
*The president is evil and is trying to change the constitution to ban gay marriage.
*Howard Dean e-mailed me asking to help him pay off campaign debt. This really pissed me off.
*John Kerry is not much better than Bush.
*Nader is running for president.
I think I'm done. Now that I have vented, I intend on having a MUCH better week next week... Happy Weekend everyone.
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
Breaking News
This morning, I got one of my CNN e-mail updates for breaking news. I opened it up to read: "President Bush Says He Backs Constitutional Ban on Same-Sex Marriage." I think my jaw dropped a little bit and my stomach definitely did a flip flop... not the happy flip flop of a roller coaster ride or falling in love, the feeling one gets when they get very bad news... the sick to your stomach flip flop.
If I didn't already know that Bush was a psycho, this is the proof. He is completely evil.
I saw Gavin Newsome being interviewed by Wolff Blitzer this weekend and he is so awesome. He's trying to create systemic change and gain equality for all Americans and I think it's awesome. Newsome is so well-spoken and brave. What he did in San Francisco is amazing. I have seen several stories about couples who were married in San Francisco in the past couple of weeks and each time I am deeply moved. One NPR story actually made me cry. I only hope that Newsome's campaign/quest doesn't make Bush and his buddies go too far in the opposite direction. Some are saying that Newsome will be responsible if a constitutional amendment is passed. I'm not so sure. I tend to think they would have done it anyways. I really hope that someone stops our maniac president before he does this. If people were looking at marriage and seeing it for what it really is, same-sex marriage wouldn't be an issue at all. Marriage is about commitment to the person you love. It's so simple. It's not about procreation. It's not about god. It's not about society. It is about forming a bond for a lifetime. We should all be able to do that with whomever we choose.
Skiing
On Saturday, we finally went skiing. I did not have any injured body parts and Neil did not have to work and we actually made it to the mountain and got to ski. It was great. I was happy to learn that I still know how to ski and I'm still pretty good at it. Now I want to go every weekend until the season is over, but I'll have to wait to get promoted a few times if I want to do that.
There is something so freeing about strapping big boards to my feet and flying down the mountain. My body remembers the turns and twists it has to make and it's like I'm dancing...
Adventurous
I have always thought of myself as adventurous. I love adventures. I like to live new places, travel, try new things, eat exotic foods, meet new people, listen to new music, take in new and varied art and theatre. I like to push myself to the limit whether it be in athletics or travel or culinary exploration.
In a recent conversation, a good friend of mine stated that he doesn't think I'm adventurous. Actually, it was more of a sarcastic statement that led me to believe he thinks I'm unadventurous. I said something about being adventurous and he said, "Yeah, that's sure the first thing I think of when I think of you." (in a sarcastic tone). So, I know he didn't mean it, but I was so hurt by this. Now I am left to wonder if everyone thinks I lack adventure. Do I seem boring to all my friends? Am I deluding myself into thinking that I have and adventurous spirit?
I hate it when people unintentionally leave me doubting myself. It is an infrequent and unpleasant feeling.
This morning, I got one of my CNN e-mail updates for breaking news. I opened it up to read: "President Bush Says He Backs Constitutional Ban on Same-Sex Marriage." I think my jaw dropped a little bit and my stomach definitely did a flip flop... not the happy flip flop of a roller coaster ride or falling in love, the feeling one gets when they get very bad news... the sick to your stomach flip flop.
If I didn't already know that Bush was a psycho, this is the proof. He is completely evil.
I saw Gavin Newsome being interviewed by Wolff Blitzer this weekend and he is so awesome. He's trying to create systemic change and gain equality for all Americans and I think it's awesome. Newsome is so well-spoken and brave. What he did in San Francisco is amazing. I have seen several stories about couples who were married in San Francisco in the past couple of weeks and each time I am deeply moved. One NPR story actually made me cry. I only hope that Newsome's campaign/quest doesn't make Bush and his buddies go too far in the opposite direction. Some are saying that Newsome will be responsible if a constitutional amendment is passed. I'm not so sure. I tend to think they would have done it anyways. I really hope that someone stops our maniac president before he does this. If people were looking at marriage and seeing it for what it really is, same-sex marriage wouldn't be an issue at all. Marriage is about commitment to the person you love. It's so simple. It's not about procreation. It's not about god. It's not about society. It is about forming a bond for a lifetime. We should all be able to do that with whomever we choose.
Skiing
On Saturday, we finally went skiing. I did not have any injured body parts and Neil did not have to work and we actually made it to the mountain and got to ski. It was great. I was happy to learn that I still know how to ski and I'm still pretty good at it. Now I want to go every weekend until the season is over, but I'll have to wait to get promoted a few times if I want to do that.
There is something so freeing about strapping big boards to my feet and flying down the mountain. My body remembers the turns and twists it has to make and it's like I'm dancing...
Adventurous
I have always thought of myself as adventurous. I love adventures. I like to live new places, travel, try new things, eat exotic foods, meet new people, listen to new music, take in new and varied art and theatre. I like to push myself to the limit whether it be in athletics or travel or culinary exploration.
In a recent conversation, a good friend of mine stated that he doesn't think I'm adventurous. Actually, it was more of a sarcastic statement that led me to believe he thinks I'm unadventurous. I said something about being adventurous and he said, "Yeah, that's sure the first thing I think of when I think of you." (in a sarcastic tone). So, I know he didn't mean it, but I was so hurt by this. Now I am left to wonder if everyone thinks I lack adventure. Do I seem boring to all my friends? Am I deluding myself into thinking that I have and adventurous spirit?
I hate it when people unintentionally leave me doubting myself. It is an infrequent and unpleasant feeling.
Friday, February 20, 2004
The Glory of Speakers
I just want to say that after about nine months of having no speakers on my computer at work, I am THRILLED to have working speakers. I celebrated them by listening to all the cheesy forwarded e-mails people have sent me recently. That was not so enjoyable. But then I found some Howard Dean scream remixes....wonderful. And yesterday, Britten sent me a link to the most hilarious website about William Hung -- American Idol reject extrordinare. I somehow have managed to miss all but one episode of American Idol this time around, but Mr. Hung has made me really regret that fact.
However, I think that I disagree with him suddenly becoming more famous than I am just because he can't sing. I can't sing! Why am I not famous? On the other hand, his fame is the kind where everybody is just laughing at him (everyone except for all the women writing into the website who want to marry him.). I would rather be famous and have everyone be awed by me.. or something. Laughter = good but not when it's at me.
Confession
O.K. I know this is sooo 1996, but I got an e-mail from the Dave Matthews Band fan club yesterday (yes, you can assume that since I got an e-mail from the fan club I am a member of the fan club.) Anyway, the e-mail was a list of concerts this summer and they're coming here!!! This is very exciting because my fan club membership will allow me to get really good seats and because the date is on a day when I am not obligated to attend any weddings! (a rarity this coming summer)
Weekend
I am so very excited that the weekend is beginning right now. Tomorrow, we are actually going skiing provided I don't suffer any bodily harm between now and 9:30 tomorrow morning. Tonight it is cloudy and cold and I am going to go home and curl up with Neil and some hot chocolate. In fact, maybe I'll leave a little early...
I just want to say that after about nine months of having no speakers on my computer at work, I am THRILLED to have working speakers. I celebrated them by listening to all the cheesy forwarded e-mails people have sent me recently. That was not so enjoyable. But then I found some Howard Dean scream remixes....wonderful. And yesterday, Britten sent me a link to the most hilarious website about William Hung -- American Idol reject extrordinare. I somehow have managed to miss all but one episode of American Idol this time around, but Mr. Hung has made me really regret that fact.
However, I think that I disagree with him suddenly becoming more famous than I am just because he can't sing. I can't sing! Why am I not famous? On the other hand, his fame is the kind where everybody is just laughing at him (everyone except for all the women writing into the website who want to marry him.). I would rather be famous and have everyone be awed by me.. or something. Laughter = good but not when it's at me.
Confession
O.K. I know this is sooo 1996, but I got an e-mail from the Dave Matthews Band fan club yesterday (yes, you can assume that since I got an e-mail from the fan club I am a member of the fan club.) Anyway, the e-mail was a list of concerts this summer and they're coming here!!! This is very exciting because my fan club membership will allow me to get really good seats and because the date is on a day when I am not obligated to attend any weddings! (a rarity this coming summer)
Weekend
I am so very excited that the weekend is beginning right now. Tomorrow, we are actually going skiing provided I don't suffer any bodily harm between now and 9:30 tomorrow morning. Tonight it is cloudy and cold and I am going to go home and curl up with Neil and some hot chocolate. In fact, maybe I'll leave a little early...
Thursday, February 19, 2004
Moving On
I did it. This morning I logged onto the John Edwards website and signed up as a supporter. I did not contribute any money or anything.. but I might. There are rumors about him forming an alliance with Dean... I think that's great. I'm glad things are getting a little exciting in this race and I can tune in again. It's also good to have a new underdog to support. (heh)
Looking Back
O.K. So apparently I signed up with Classmates.com in 2001 while living in El Paso. It was probably during one of my bored spells at work in between being sent to the U.S./Mexico border for a crime story and covering Mrs. So and So's prize-winning rose garden. I don't remember signing up, and I haven't visited the site since, but every time someone from one of my three schools signs up, good old Classmates.com e-mails me to let me know. Thank God, right? I have Hotmail filtering the classmates e-mails right to junk mail. But today it occurred to me that I should just unsubscribe from the thing. I am always interested in reducing spam, especially when it's actually self-inflicted spam.
So, I opened the message telling me about the 7 new contacts from Northwestern University and scrolled to the bottom where I clicked on the unsubscribe link. But, the tricky masterminds of Classmates.com don't let you unsubscribe without your password. I, of course, do not know my password since I don't even remember signing up... so I had to request it. Then I got it and had to use it. Who has signed up in my 30-person high school class -- I wondered.
Now some backstory: I went to a private high school. My boyfriend during senior year went to a public high school. We had a terrible breakup and by most accounts a terrible relationship, although there were some high points. I have not spoken to him since we broke up... or really close thereafter. His family moved away. I have no idea where he is. Every couple of years, I will do a random internet search for his name (too common) and I did look for him on Friendster (no luck), but I haven't made great efforts to find him. I think I wrote him one letter during my freshman year of college. I gave him an update on the life and times of Jodi and then wrote something like, "If you don't write back, I will never bother you again." Or at least that's what I think I wrote. In any case, I never heard back.
So today, on my high school's alumni list from my year I saw his name. This is funny because he didn't go to my school and could only have been looking for me when he signed up like he did go to my school. It's also funny because he's been listed there for who knows how long and I could have found him at any time. Of course, he was probably lured there by the same banner ad or massive boredom that drew me into the classmates evil empire and he didn't leave any information in his profile and maybe he never checked back in, just like me. I could try to e-mail him through the e-mail address he has on file, but it would cost $35 to get the gold membership. And, while I am curious about what happened to him and who he has become... I don't think I'm $35 curious... and I guess that alone says a lot.
I did it. This morning I logged onto the John Edwards website and signed up as a supporter. I did not contribute any money or anything.. but I might. There are rumors about him forming an alliance with Dean... I think that's great. I'm glad things are getting a little exciting in this race and I can tune in again. It's also good to have a new underdog to support. (heh)
Looking Back
O.K. So apparently I signed up with Classmates.com in 2001 while living in El Paso. It was probably during one of my bored spells at work in between being sent to the U.S./Mexico border for a crime story and covering Mrs. So and So's prize-winning rose garden. I don't remember signing up, and I haven't visited the site since, but every time someone from one of my three schools signs up, good old Classmates.com e-mails me to let me know. Thank God, right? I have Hotmail filtering the classmates e-mails right to junk mail. But today it occurred to me that I should just unsubscribe from the thing. I am always interested in reducing spam, especially when it's actually self-inflicted spam.
So, I opened the message telling me about the 7 new contacts from Northwestern University and scrolled to the bottom where I clicked on the unsubscribe link. But, the tricky masterminds of Classmates.com don't let you unsubscribe without your password. I, of course, do not know my password since I don't even remember signing up... so I had to request it. Then I got it and had to use it. Who has signed up in my 30-person high school class -- I wondered.
Now some backstory: I went to a private high school. My boyfriend during senior year went to a public high school. We had a terrible breakup and by most accounts a terrible relationship, although there were some high points. I have not spoken to him since we broke up... or really close thereafter. His family moved away. I have no idea where he is. Every couple of years, I will do a random internet search for his name (too common) and I did look for him on Friendster (no luck), but I haven't made great efforts to find him. I think I wrote him one letter during my freshman year of college. I gave him an update on the life and times of Jodi and then wrote something like, "If you don't write back, I will never bother you again." Or at least that's what I think I wrote. In any case, I never heard back.
So today, on my high school's alumni list from my year I saw his name. This is funny because he didn't go to my school and could only have been looking for me when he signed up like he did go to my school. It's also funny because he's been listed there for who knows how long and I could have found him at any time. Of course, he was probably lured there by the same banner ad or massive boredom that drew me into the classmates evil empire and he didn't leave any information in his profile and maybe he never checked back in, just like me. I could try to e-mail him through the e-mail address he has on file, but it would cost $35 to get the gold membership. And, while I am curious about what happened to him and who he has become... I don't think I'm $35 curious... and I guess that alone says a lot.
Wednesday, February 18, 2004
DISASTER:
I just typed a long post about:
Howard Dean's announcement that he's dropping out of the race. (sad but expected and possibly overdue)
John Edwards' good show in Wisconsin. (I hope he beats Kerry)
The WB's lameness. (they're canceling Angel and I think Angel rocks...ohdeargod I might have to start watching something like The Newlyweds for entertainment next fall.
The fact that Valentine's Day sucks the romance out of all things romantic and makes them seem contrived. (but I still had a good day with Neil this year)
And a Yoga class with my dad that made the tips of my shoulders hurt. (who knew that shoulder tip pain was possible?)
but then something bizarre happened and the whole entry was erased so you only get this cliff's notes version.
Tomorrow will be a better day.
I just typed a long post about:
Howard Dean's announcement that he's dropping out of the race. (sad but expected and possibly overdue)
John Edwards' good show in Wisconsin. (I hope he beats Kerry)
The WB's lameness. (they're canceling Angel and I think Angel rocks...ohdeargod I might have to start watching something like The Newlyweds for entertainment next fall.
The fact that Valentine's Day sucks the romance out of all things romantic and makes them seem contrived. (but I still had a good day with Neil this year)
And a Yoga class with my dad that made the tips of my shoulders hurt. (who knew that shoulder tip pain was possible?)
but then something bizarre happened and the whole entry was erased so you only get this cliff's notes version.
Tomorrow will be a better day.
Friday, February 13, 2004
Tori Spelling
Lat week, my guilty pleasure, Gawker posted a link to Tori Spelling's wedding registry. I, being a former 90210 fan, felt compelled to check it out. I scrolled through the Williams Sonoma registry and relished the fact that somebody so famous would register for a bunch of kitchen stuff. I even found one or two items that I've purchased for friends off their registries. "Ah, famous people might be normal after all," I thought. The Tiffany registry was a little more obnoxious, but I was mostly struck by the crystal and how completely undesirable it is to me. Then I closed the Spelling registries and went back to work.
Now, almost two weeks after the original Gawker post, a bunch of people who don't actually know Tori or her soon-to-be husband have been buying her gifts. I think this is at once hilarious and pathetic. I entertained the idea of purchasing her one of the low-ticket items for about 35 seconds until I realized, my $10 would be better off going to charity than to a TV star with a huge family fortune. It's not like sending an early gift would prompt her to befriend me and invite me to her nuptials. And even if it did, would I really want to go? I liked Jenny Garth and Luke Perry better anyways.
That's it... It's Friday, what did you expect... something deep about politics? Ha.
Lat week, my guilty pleasure, Gawker posted a link to Tori Spelling's wedding registry. I, being a former 90210 fan, felt compelled to check it out. I scrolled through the Williams Sonoma registry and relished the fact that somebody so famous would register for a bunch of kitchen stuff. I even found one or two items that I've purchased for friends off their registries. "Ah, famous people might be normal after all," I thought. The Tiffany registry was a little more obnoxious, but I was mostly struck by the crystal and how completely undesirable it is to me. Then I closed the Spelling registries and went back to work.
Now, almost two weeks after the original Gawker post, a bunch of people who don't actually know Tori or her soon-to-be husband have been buying her gifts. I think this is at once hilarious and pathetic. I entertained the idea of purchasing her one of the low-ticket items for about 35 seconds until I realized, my $10 would be better off going to charity than to a TV star with a huge family fortune. It's not like sending an early gift would prompt her to befriend me and invite me to her nuptials. And even if it did, would I really want to go? I liked Jenny Garth and Luke Perry better anyways.
That's it... It's Friday, what did you expect... something deep about politics? Ha.
Thursday, February 12, 2004
OMG
Everyone who reads this must go directly to the Drudge Report and begin cheering... Maybe I can tune back into the primary politics after all. Yippee for excitement and drama and second chances.
Everyone who reads this must go directly to the Drudge Report and begin cheering... Maybe I can tune back into the primary politics after all. Yippee for excitement and drama and second chances.
Late
I have been meaning to update all week. I even thought of a few good blogging entries last weekend and was saving them for Monday. And yet, it is now somehow Thursday and I am finally getting around to posting. Where did the week go?
Snow
Right now I am watching snow flutter down outside and melt on the pavement. There are a few little piles of snow clinging to the dirt that covers the construction site across the street. I wish it would stick. I am longing for the snow banks of Chicago winters that don't melt for weeks. I miss the little footpaths on the sidewalks that only accommodate single-file one-way traffic. Yes, I am completely insane. But, there is something so wonderful about being almost literally snowed in and drinking hot chocolate while wearing all your warmest clothes and gazing out the window at the snow falling.
Movies
Last weekend I finally saw Lost In Translation. I had heard so many people talk about how it is a dark movie and is not funny so I was really dreading seeing it at all. But my parents bought the DVD and we watched it on their REALLY BIG television and I absolutely love Lost in Translation. It is right up there with my all-time favorite movies. Why? I love its simplicity. I am fascinated with what it implies about our ability to adapt in foreign places and, less literally, unfamiliar situations. I think the movie was full of hope and I have always been interested in those life-affirming and life-changing relationships that are fleeting and based on place and circumstance. It is definitely deserving of all the hype.
Boo Boo
My bunny is sick again. She won't eat. Neil and I chased her around last night for an hour trying to get her to drink some pineapple juice from an oral syringe. (apparently, if you can get the animal to ingest the juice, it helps break up anything blocking their digestive track.)
So I didn't sleep very well last night because I was worried about her. This morning I got up and called a bunch of vets and got her an appointment at 9. Neil took her. Now we have some medicine that we have to get her to eat. She's apparently bloated and might not be eating because she feels full even though she's probably not full of food, just gas. Rabbits can not get rid of gas unless it's pushed out by food. (fascinating fun fact of the day from this great website)
All of these dramatics over our little bunny have made me think about attachment. I am very attached to Boo Boo. It didn't happen all at once. For a long time, we were completely fed up with her and wanted to give her away. I nearly took her to the Humane Society on several occasions like when she chewed through my keyboard cord about four hours before a big deadline or moved her litter box and peed on the carpet underneath it for the gazillionth time and I was convinced she was doing it to piss me off. But after 2.5 years of having her around, I can't imagine life without her. My house would seem so empty. It would be so sad. I realize this is all just basic human nature, but it's interesting that I cannot rationalize this attachment away. I can tell myself that she's just a little animal who will only live for four to six years anyway and she's not a human etc. etc. But I have a relationship with her and she knows me and I like to think she loves me, so that attachment I feel is not going away. I just hope she feels better and starts eating soon so I can start sleeping again.
Work
Is very frustrating at the moment. I have to get back to it.
I have been meaning to update all week. I even thought of a few good blogging entries last weekend and was saving them for Monday. And yet, it is now somehow Thursday and I am finally getting around to posting. Where did the week go?
Snow
Right now I am watching snow flutter down outside and melt on the pavement. There are a few little piles of snow clinging to the dirt that covers the construction site across the street. I wish it would stick. I am longing for the snow banks of Chicago winters that don't melt for weeks. I miss the little footpaths on the sidewalks that only accommodate single-file one-way traffic. Yes, I am completely insane. But, there is something so wonderful about being almost literally snowed in and drinking hot chocolate while wearing all your warmest clothes and gazing out the window at the snow falling.
Movies
Last weekend I finally saw Lost In Translation. I had heard so many people talk about how it is a dark movie and is not funny so I was really dreading seeing it at all. But my parents bought the DVD and we watched it on their REALLY BIG television and I absolutely love Lost in Translation. It is right up there with my all-time favorite movies. Why? I love its simplicity. I am fascinated with what it implies about our ability to adapt in foreign places and, less literally, unfamiliar situations. I think the movie was full of hope and I have always been interested in those life-affirming and life-changing relationships that are fleeting and based on place and circumstance. It is definitely deserving of all the hype.
Boo Boo
My bunny is sick again. She won't eat. Neil and I chased her around last night for an hour trying to get her to drink some pineapple juice from an oral syringe. (apparently, if you can get the animal to ingest the juice, it helps break up anything blocking their digestive track.)
So I didn't sleep very well last night because I was worried about her. This morning I got up and called a bunch of vets and got her an appointment at 9. Neil took her. Now we have some medicine that we have to get her to eat. She's apparently bloated and might not be eating because she feels full even though she's probably not full of food, just gas. Rabbits can not get rid of gas unless it's pushed out by food. (fascinating fun fact of the day from this great website)
All of these dramatics over our little bunny have made me think about attachment. I am very attached to Boo Boo. It didn't happen all at once. For a long time, we were completely fed up with her and wanted to give her away. I nearly took her to the Humane Society on several occasions like when she chewed through my keyboard cord about four hours before a big deadline or moved her litter box and peed on the carpet underneath it for the gazillionth time and I was convinced she was doing it to piss me off. But after 2.5 years of having her around, I can't imagine life without her. My house would seem so empty. It would be so sad. I realize this is all just basic human nature, but it's interesting that I cannot rationalize this attachment away. I can tell myself that she's just a little animal who will only live for four to six years anyway and she's not a human etc. etc. But I have a relationship with her and she knows me and I like to think she loves me, so that attachment I feel is not going away. I just hope she feels better and starts eating soon so I can start sleeping again.
Work
Is very frustrating at the moment. I have to get back to it.
Thursday, February 05, 2004
Hair Yesterday...Gone Today
I have no hair. Yesterday, I was basking in the glory of curly hair that extended slightly below my shoulders and today I am nearly hairless. My golden locks were lopped off by a scissors-happy hairdresser and I can't even call my hair shoulder length. Neil and some co-workers think it's cute. One co-worker even told me that she'd die for a do like this one. I can't tell if they're all lying and snickering under their breath or if they actually like me as the hairless wonder. I look nearly like a 1970s chick with a curly afro... but not quite.
How did I end up like this? First of all, one out of every four haircuts I get ends very badly, so I should not be acting so surprised. All I asked him to do was help me to make my hair more bouncy and less flat. I also asked him to take off a little length but not much. I have no idea how that translated to "Please chop off all my hair so that it will take many months for me to look normal again." But apparently, it did.
Politics Schmolitics
Oh how the presidential primaries are so depressing. Dean is making a last ditch effort to win Wisconsin and I am praying it will work. Especially after reading this stunning article about John Kerry. I know you can't believe everything you read, but the more I learn about Kerry, the more despicable he seems. If he is the nominee, I will support him...but I sure wish I could find some positive things to like about him. Him being an elitist prick who makes the city remove a fire hydrant so he can park his SUV and gets his bank account fattened up with special interest money is not really something I'm excited about.
In other political news, Maureen Dowd, my favorite columnist, makes some very good points about father and son Powell. I wish I'd written this one myself. As much as I disapprove of Janet's objectification of herself and women in general, I also wish the country would get over it already. She pulled a stupid stunt... I'm not convinced that we should be wasting valuable time and money investigating it. As bad as it was, it was just a boob after all. Isn't it time to start paying attention to important things like say, being led into war based on false information? And maybe all those people in states that haven't yet voted in the democratic primary should start thinking about whether they want a snooty millionaire with lots of dirty laundry to be their nominee and if not, maybe, instead of thinking about tittygate, they should start volunteering for Howard Dean.
I have no hair. Yesterday, I was basking in the glory of curly hair that extended slightly below my shoulders and today I am nearly hairless. My golden locks were lopped off by a scissors-happy hairdresser and I can't even call my hair shoulder length. Neil and some co-workers think it's cute. One co-worker even told me that she'd die for a do like this one. I can't tell if they're all lying and snickering under their breath or if they actually like me as the hairless wonder. I look nearly like a 1970s chick with a curly afro... but not quite.
How did I end up like this? First of all, one out of every four haircuts I get ends very badly, so I should not be acting so surprised. All I asked him to do was help me to make my hair more bouncy and less flat. I also asked him to take off a little length but not much. I have no idea how that translated to "Please chop off all my hair so that it will take many months for me to look normal again." But apparently, it did.
Politics Schmolitics
Oh how the presidential primaries are so depressing. Dean is making a last ditch effort to win Wisconsin and I am praying it will work. Especially after reading this stunning article about John Kerry. I know you can't believe everything you read, but the more I learn about Kerry, the more despicable he seems. If he is the nominee, I will support him...but I sure wish I could find some positive things to like about him. Him being an elitist prick who makes the city remove a fire hydrant so he can park his SUV and gets his bank account fattened up with special interest money is not really something I'm excited about.
In other political news, Maureen Dowd, my favorite columnist, makes some very good points about father and son Powell. I wish I'd written this one myself. As much as I disapprove of Janet's objectification of herself and women in general, I also wish the country would get over it already. She pulled a stupid stunt... I'm not convinced that we should be wasting valuable time and money investigating it. As bad as it was, it was just a boob after all. Isn't it time to start paying attention to important things like say, being led into war based on false information? And maybe all those people in states that haven't yet voted in the democratic primary should start thinking about whether they want a snooty millionaire with lots of dirty laundry to be their nominee and if not, maybe, instead of thinking about tittygate, they should start volunteering for Howard Dean.
Wednesday, February 04, 2004
The End?
I hate to be a predictor of doom, but I don't think there's a whole lot of hope for my pal Howard Dean.
Last night, I got home and turned on my beloved enemies, CNN and MSNBC. I was only going to check in once in a while and I planned to do other things resembling productivity around the house last night. But, I got sucked in. I watched from about 6p.m. until 9p.m. and it was so depressing. Edward's win in South Carolina was exciting, as was his brief and exuberant speech early in the night. (Although, I couldn't help but notice all the areas where he copied Howard Dean) Kerry's wins were just boring. His interviews were boring. His face is boring, although the Botox has helped a bit. I am not excited by Kerry.
The only thing I find exciting about Kerry's recent success is that polls (oh, how I hate them) are showing him ahead of George W. Now that is definitely something I can get behind, even if it's not whole-hearted.
The truth is, I really really like Howard Dean. I am still holding out hope. But it's rapidly shrinking. I still have all the faith in the world that he'd be an amazing president. But it just doesn't look like the Democrats are going to nominate him. Last night, after the New Mexico results were finally in, I unceremoniously removed my Dean sign from the front window of my house. Then I took the bumper sticker out of my car window and took the button off my bag. Of course, I saved it all so that if he does miraculously get the nomination I can put the m up again. But I'm not betting on it.
I got to almost meet Howard Dean on Friday night. He was in town for a rally and Neil was interviewing him. I got a press pass and masqueraded as media so I could be in the room with him for the interview. The main impression I had was that he looked and sounded exhausted. He also seemed kind... in the way you can sense kindness in a person just by being in their presence. He was not, however, at the top of his game. The Univision station wanted to interview him in Spanish, but he told them he'd need to read his script to speak in Spanish. Neil asked him a question about union endorsements and Dean couldn't remember the name of AFSCME. It was as if he had been going for too long. The campaign had literally worn him down. He was pumped at the rally. He said the same stuff, but his enthusiasm was palpable and the crowd loved him. But as Neil removed the microphone from Dean's tie and I turned to walk out of the room, I felt deflated like the candidate. Hundreds of thousands of us have been with Howard Dean thinking we couldn't loose. Hopefully, all the voters that Dean brought into the political process won't become disenchanted and disengage. We need them to beat Bush. I'll do anything to help in that effort.
I hate to be a predictor of doom, but I don't think there's a whole lot of hope for my pal Howard Dean.
Last night, I got home and turned on my beloved enemies, CNN and MSNBC. I was only going to check in once in a while and I planned to do other things resembling productivity around the house last night. But, I got sucked in. I watched from about 6p.m. until 9p.m. and it was so depressing. Edward's win in South Carolina was exciting, as was his brief and exuberant speech early in the night. (Although, I couldn't help but notice all the areas where he copied Howard Dean) Kerry's wins were just boring. His interviews were boring. His face is boring, although the Botox has helped a bit. I am not excited by Kerry.
The only thing I find exciting about Kerry's recent success is that polls (oh, how I hate them) are showing him ahead of George W. Now that is definitely something I can get behind, even if it's not whole-hearted.
The truth is, I really really like Howard Dean. I am still holding out hope. But it's rapidly shrinking. I still have all the faith in the world that he'd be an amazing president. But it just doesn't look like the Democrats are going to nominate him. Last night, after the New Mexico results were finally in, I unceremoniously removed my Dean sign from the front window of my house. Then I took the bumper sticker out of my car window and took the button off my bag. Of course, I saved it all so that if he does miraculously get the nomination I can put the m up again. But I'm not betting on it.
I got to almost meet Howard Dean on Friday night. He was in town for a rally and Neil was interviewing him. I got a press pass and masqueraded as media so I could be in the room with him for the interview. The main impression I had was that he looked and sounded exhausted. He also seemed kind... in the way you can sense kindness in a person just by being in their presence. He was not, however, at the top of his game. The Univision station wanted to interview him in Spanish, but he told them he'd need to read his script to speak in Spanish. Neil asked him a question about union endorsements and Dean couldn't remember the name of AFSCME. It was as if he had been going for too long. The campaign had literally worn him down. He was pumped at the rally. He said the same stuff, but his enthusiasm was palpable and the crowd loved him. But as Neil removed the microphone from Dean's tie and I turned to walk out of the room, I felt deflated like the candidate. Hundreds of thousands of us have been with Howard Dean thinking we couldn't loose. Hopefully, all the voters that Dean brought into the political process won't become disenchanted and disengage. We need them to beat Bush. I'll do anything to help in that effort.
Monday, February 02, 2004
O.K. there are certainly more important topics to discuss today, but I have to add my voice to the millions of other voices blabbing about Janet Jackson's tit. I wasn't actually watching the Super Bowl. In fact, for the first time in years... maybe ever, I didn't have the television on at all for the entire Super Bowl. But, Neil and I like to watch the commercials, so we recorded the whole thing and now I think of that little VHS tape in our VCR with dread because I know the horror it holds.
I heard about the boob appearance last night and envisioned a brief cameo. I thought maybe she was wearing a blouse or something and the rapid bouncing of her dance caused an escape... but then I checked out the pictures at the DRUDGE REPORT (warning the previous link should not be clicked on at work)... Oh my. That was no accident. And to make matters worse, it was disgusting. If you're going to bare your breast during dinnertime on the most watched television program of the year, you should at least make sure you're perky and that it looks hot instead of revolting. Granted... the binding nature of her outfit probably helped make the boob look weird and disproportionate... but come on. Why is it that pop stars are in this disgusting game of oneupsmanship? We have Christina and Brittney getting more and more skanky by the minute, that whole kissing thing with Madonna, and now Janet is jumping into the fray by disrobing on live TV.
I am not at all conservative and really have no problem with most things sexual and otherwise. But when famous women proceed to objectify themselves, what hope is there for the rest of us? Unless Justin Timberlake was going to drop his pants at the same time, I think Janet Jackson's exhibitionism was a disservice to women around the world. She made herself look stupid, but she also made a few more men out there think that women should be popping their boobs out more often. She objectified herself and little boys all over the country who were watching the Super Bowl with their fathers got a terrible example of how women behave, got to see a woman as an object.
Personally, when I saw the stunning pictures of last night's performance, I felt ashamed.
I heard about the boob appearance last night and envisioned a brief cameo. I thought maybe she was wearing a blouse or something and the rapid bouncing of her dance caused an escape... but then I checked out the pictures at the DRUDGE REPORT (warning the previous link should not be clicked on at work)... Oh my. That was no accident. And to make matters worse, it was disgusting. If you're going to bare your breast during dinnertime on the most watched television program of the year, you should at least make sure you're perky and that it looks hot instead of revolting. Granted... the binding nature of her outfit probably helped make the boob look weird and disproportionate... but come on. Why is it that pop stars are in this disgusting game of oneupsmanship? We have Christina and Brittney getting more and more skanky by the minute, that whole kissing thing with Madonna, and now Janet is jumping into the fray by disrobing on live TV.
I am not at all conservative and really have no problem with most things sexual and otherwise. But when famous women proceed to objectify themselves, what hope is there for the rest of us? Unless Justin Timberlake was going to drop his pants at the same time, I think Janet Jackson's exhibitionism was a disservice to women around the world. She made herself look stupid, but she also made a few more men out there think that women should be popping their boobs out more often. She objectified herself and little boys all over the country who were watching the Super Bowl with their fathers got a terrible example of how women behave, got to see a woman as an object.
Personally, when I saw the stunning pictures of last night's performance, I felt ashamed.
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