Saturday, November 21, 2009

EXCERPT from Blog by Employed Grad Student Robot (i repeat, i did not write this!)

"Here is my actual schedule. I work:

-From 9 to 5 on weekdays.
-In the morning on Sunday.

That’s it. Unless I’m bored, I have no need to even turn on a computer after 5 during the week or any time on Saturday. I fill these times, instead, doing, well, whatever I want.

How do I balance an ambitious work load with an ambitiously sparse schedule? It’s a simple idea I call fixed-schedule productivity. The system work as follows:

1. Choose a schedule of work hours that you think provides the ideal balance of effort and relaxation.
2. Do whatever it takes to avoid violating this schedule.
3. This sounds simple. But think about it for a moment. Satisfying rule 2 is not easy. If you took your current projects, obligations, and work habits, you’d probably fall well short of satisfying your ideal work schedule. Here’s a simple truth: to stick to your ideal schedule will require some drastic actions. For example, you may have to:

a) Dramatically cut back on the number of projects you are working on.
b) Ruthlessly cull inefficient habits from your daily schedule.
c) Risk mildly annoying or upsetting some people in exchange for large gains in time freedom.
d) Stop procrastinating.

In the abstract, these all seem like hard things to do. But when you have the focus of a specific goal — “I do not want to work past 5 on week days!” — you’d be surprised by how much easier it becomes deploy these strategies in your daily life.

Let’s look at an example…

Case Study: My Schedule

My schedule provides a good case study. To reach my relatively small work hour limit, I have to be careful with how I go about my day. I see enough bleary-eyed insomniacs around here to know how easy it is to slip into a noon to 3 am routine (the infamous “MIT cycle.”) Here are some of the techniques I regularly use to remain within the confines of my fixed schedule:

I serialize my projects. I keep two project queues — one from my student projects and one for my writing projects. At any one moment I’m only working on the top project from each queue. When I finish, I move on to the next. This focus lets me churn out quality results without the wasted time of constantly dancing back and forth between multiple efforts. (As also discussed here and here.)

I’m ultra-clear about when to expect results from me. And it’s not always soon. If someone slips something onto my queue, I make an honest evaluation of when it will percolate to the top. I communicate this date. Then I make it happen when the time comes. You can get away with telling people to expect a result a long time in the future, if — and this is a big if — you actually deliver when promised.

I refuse. If my queue is too crowded for a potential project to get done in time, I turn it down.

I drop projects and quit. If a project gets out of control, and starts to sap too much time from my schedule: I drop it. If something demonstrably more important comes along, and it conflicts with something else in my queue, I drop the less important project. If an obligation is taking up too much time: I quit. Here’s a secret: no one really cares what you do on the small scale. In the end you’re judged on your large-scale list of important completions.

I’m not available. I often work in hidden nooks of the various libraries on campus. I check and respond to work e-mail only a few times a day. People have to wait for responses from me. It’s often hard to find me. Sometimes they get upset at first. But they don’t really need immediate access. And I will always respond within a reasonable timeframe and get them what they need. So they adjust. And I get things done.

I batch and habitatize. Any regularly occurring work gets turned into a habit — something I do at a fixed time on a fixed date. For example, I write blog posts on Sunday morning. I do reading for my seminar on Friday and Monday mornings. Etc. Habit-based schedules for the regular work makes it easier to tackle the non-regular projects. It also prevents schedule-busting pile-ups.

I start early. Sometimes real early. On certain projects that I know are important, I don’t tolerate procrastination. It doesn’t interest me. If I need to start something 2 or 3 weeks in advance so that my queue proceeds as needed, I do so.

Why This Works

You could fill any arbitrary number of hours with what feels to be productive work. Between e-mail, and “crucial” web surfing, and to-do lists that, in the age of David Allen, grow to lengths that rival the bible, there is always something you could be doing. At some point, however, you have to put a stake in the ground and say: I know I have a never-ending stream of work, but this is when I’m going to face it. If you don’t do this, you let the never-ending stream of work push you around like a bully. It will force you into tiring, inefficient schedules. And you’ll end up more stressed and no more accomplished.

Fix the schedule you want. Then make everything else fit around your needs. Be flexible. Be efficient. If you can’t make it fit: change your work. But in the end, don’t compromise. No one really cares about your schedule except for yourself. So make it right."

White Rabbit Savior

New Hypothesis: This crusade to introduce formal schooling in every corner of the earth, as the Education for All section of the Millennium Development Goals describes, it is eerily similar to the evangelical movement to bring Christ to every tongue tribe and nation.

Which is a bit disconcerting. Because I backed off from a career in Int'l Church Planting. I was nervous that I couldn't for sure say that Jesus was the Way. At the time. I'm more confident that he is, now. But I get nervous about movements claiming to be a panacea, and that is SO what proponents of Education for All are doing. And now I'm sorta signed up for a career in evangelizing the world with the message of Education.

Kerthump.

Well, I guess I'm drawn toward salvation-claims. The idea that someone/something could fix the horrors of the world is enticing to me. I always end up getting skeptical at some point, though. I turned from church-planting to education because I figured if there is a God, he likes education too, and if there's not, then education is still good. But now, I feel like the invading "developing communities" (such a value-laden term in itself) with opportunities for education is not necessarily an absolute good (the subtleties of which I would go into if I didn't have to wash the dishes right now).

So it's complicated. Universal formal schooling may or may not improve the human race and the planet earth. And Jesus, well, I think he will. But I'm still unsure how to navigate the idea of evangelism. For an interesting segment on strategies & perspectives on "witnessing" listen to This American Life's episode called "Bait & Switch." That is what triggered my rabbit hole of contemplation...

http://www.thisamericanlife.org/Radio_Episode.aspx?sched=1325

Friday, November 20, 2009

Morning has Broken

Pre-Kindergarten is my new home. At least from 8am-12pm on weekdays. And I love the things the little people say.

Look what I can do!

Did you know I have a silver sword at home?

Oooooh! He said boo boo!

I wanna sit with you.

My favorite food is broth.

My daddy's bigger than your daddy.

They are brilliant and giggle and love to jump. It's so fun. If only they could clean their own messes & stop eating crumbs they find on the carpet, it would be perfect.

I've been working as an aide to one student in particular, who I'll call Zeke. We get along swimmingly, and he does great work when sitting at our VIP table for two. I didn't expect to love this job description, but I am very happy. And so is Zeke. Oo-rah!

Monday, November 16, 2009

Books'N'Bacon

Tonight, from the comfort of my couch, while binging on bacon, I found a book called Diversity in the Classroom: New Approaches to the Education of Young Children on Google Scholar. Then I searched the online GWU library catalog for it, found it, and clicked a button to have the Call Number texted to my phone. Tomorrow I will arrive, undeterred, at my destination in the stacks in awe of the technological advances that have occurred since I was an undergraduate. I love it. And the bacon's not bad either.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Little Altars

When something works, it's tempting to depend on that "something." (Which is normal for things like Tylenol and shoes and toaster ovens.) But it occurred to me tonight that I do this in my spiritual journey- trust in the means to intimacy with God rather than the God who draws near to me. A church (Epic). A book (Renovation of the Heart). Music (Jesus Culture). A discipline (memorizing Scripture).

Through these concrete objects and structures, God has inspired me to obedience - revealed Himself - lifted my spirit - given me a sense of purpose. So I start to worry what will replace them when their effect has worn off. How then will I get my doses of the Other World? But (light bulb flashes) it's God who works through the means; the means do not manipulate God. He is the one worthy of my trust, not the created things.

It occurs to me that this may be why I have been hesitant to settle down at a church. What if it fails to make me love and want to serve God the way i "need" a church to? I keep looking for one that will come through for me, whose functionality I can depend on. But God, in fact, is big and strong and gets done what he intends. I don't need to be afraid that a church will fail to get me to God. God will get to me, either through or in spite of whatever Christian community I involve myself in. He will.

I want to trust in Him, and be less reverent of the created things that nudge me toward Him. He's big, and they are small. I don't need to be afraid.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Other is Not an Answer

There is no song that makes me feel as grateful to Apollo, god of music & poetry, as "Dead Man's Will" by Iron and Wine & Calexico. Grateful and resigned to release the petty frustrations of the day.

But, that being said, it's time for a multiple choice quiz.

1. People keep flaking on Tasha because

a) The people I befriend have personalities conducive to flakiness
b) I am a middle to low priority for all my DC friends, and higher priority claims keep trumping their plans with me
c) Friends see me as forgiving and understanding, so they don't hesitate to cancel plans with me
d) The devil made them do it
e) The universe is trying to help me do my homework
f) None of the above
g) All of the above

2. Two fashion faux pas make a fashion faux right.

a) True
b) False

3. The most original show on TV is

a) Gossip Girl
b) The Office
c) Grey's Anatomy
d) Flight of the Conchords
e) Lost
f) The Tyra Banks Show
g) Other

4. The following poem makes me feel _____________________.

“Singing, as you have taught, is not the same
as yearning for what might be attainable.
Song is being. For the god it is simple.
But when do we exist? When is his aim

to cast the earth and stars on us? Be in
us? Youth, your loving doesn’t work, even
when your voice forces your mouth open. Learn

to forget passion song, for it will end.
True singing is a different breath. You burn
and breath is nothing. Gusts in a god. A wind.”

-Rilke

Ugly Things

I hate learning things that make me feel the ugliness of the world.

I hate that a friend died of Hodgkins Lymphoma this week.

I hate that we fucked over the Hmong after they served the U.S. military in our war with Vietnam.

I hate that prostituted teenagers in the U.S. are put in jail & then released to their pimps.

Sigh. How many drops in a bucket will it take to fix everything? Fixing something doesn't seem like enough.

I hate this mood.

Friday, November 13, 2009

This Low

...So thread the light,
Shine the light,
Don't hide the light,
Live the light,
And give the light,
Seek the light,
And speak the light,
Crave the light, and brave the light,
Stare the light,
And share the light,
Show the light,
And know the light,
Raise the light,
And praise the light,
Thread the light,
And spread the light.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

The Opposite of Love is Fear...

...says Tim Keller. And the creepy lady in Donny Darko.

So this is me clicking away from a slowly materializing research proposal, taking a minute to breathe, and realizing I am in need of grace to face tomorrow, day one of my new job. I will be working 1:1 with a 4 year-old student who has autism.

This will begin a new schedule of waking up at 7am... after months of sleeping in til noon. It'll be nice to experience morning again. But eek.

Also, I'll be re-connecting with the co-workers I spent last year with. They are lovely human beings. My extroversion muscles have atrophied, though, and I'm nervous about all the talking that's gonna go down.

Finally, I have no experience as a 1:1 teacher to a difficult little munchkin. What if I'm terrible. What if I'm always frustrated & can't make learning positive. What if my ignorance about autism bites me in the butt.

When I popped in to sign substitute teacher paperwork today, I had no clue I would be offered a part-time position. I feel like I should be more grateful, and less scared. So I'm opening myself up to the grace to proceed with strength, confidence, and optimism. The school's mantra is Be the BOAT, and I need to be the BOAT tomorrow: Brave, Observant, Active, Thoughtful. Sigh. I hope a miracle makes that possible!

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Dreaming a Poem



So last night, I dreamt, in the vein of The Time Traveller's Wife , that I travelled back in time to visit myself as a twelve year old. I had such an incredibly intimate and powerful connection to this young me in our conversation, and we were so grateful to have been able to meet. We cried and talked for as long as we had. I couldn't figure out why I didn't remember the experience of meeting the 27 year-old version of myself, since it must have happened to me when I was 12. But the fog and irrationality of dreaming was negligible. I didn't care that it made no sense. I/we just cared that it was happening.

I find the idea of connecting with ones past and future selves so compelling. I see mini-manifestations of this even in how I prepare for the next day. Should I clean my room and kitchen so that I can wake up to a friendly environment tomorrow? Or might I indulge my current self, and in effect screw my future self? My decisions vary. On a larger scale, I have even written letters to myself that I'm not allowed to open until certain dates, in a sense attempting to reach forward to offer grace and kindness to my future self, and wish good things for her.

Artists seem to have a particular advantage in this relationship-with-self across time, as they have their work to look back on. But it seems like such a profound thing to me. Everyone should be able to experience it. I hate feeling like I disappear over time and become something else, even though this is a good and inevitable process of life. It's like writing a poem, and instead of saving each draft, you just click save after each revision, replacing the previous version. And after all the revisions have been conducted, you wonder how the poem read in the beginning. It was undeniably a completely different poem after changing the verbs and line breaks so many times. And cutting out stanzas that didn't move. And adjusting the tone to be more consistent. And re-writing & re-writing the conclusion after so many critiques from colleagues. I mean, how tragic not to have each draft that emerged along the way, but only the final product. That is how life feels to me. And I want to preserve drafts of myself so badly. Writing & art-ing are ways. But there must be others too.

Maybe I'll do scholarly research & write a dissertation on people's connections with their historical and future selves. That would be incredible. If you have an account, will you tell me?

I'll Have What She's Having

At the moment I freaked out that I might have to find a new roommate, my cousin found a job. She's staying in DC, in our green apartment, with me. This is such a relief.

My unemployment may also end this week, if I can convince Two Rivers (the school where I taught last year) to put me on their substitute teacher shortlist. I'm optimistic. The analytical reading and the writing alldayeveryday is monotonous, and my brain is starting to get wrinkles. Part time employment & reconnecting with the Two Rivers children and grown-ups I miss would be a welcome respite from my studies. Playing on the playground. Disciplining naughties. Reading stories aloud. Grading spelling tests. Yes, please.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Don't Tell Me How to Feel Cause I'll Do It!

Those who know me know I am a shared experience junkie. Because "empathy" is my most mark-ed trait (according to Gallup's Strengths Finder assessment, that is) I thrive on relating to other people. I look for opportunities to do so, and when our worldviews/life experiences/interests/schedules fail to cross over, I have been known to manufacture shared experiences. If I move into your "hood", join your club, or apply for a job at your place of work, it may mean I am interested in getting to know you better.

Now that I have made this perfectly clear, I have absolutely no idea where my train of thought was headed.

Hmmm....

Wow.

Oh yeah! I remember. So now, I am single and everything, and I've realized I don't have one single friend who is involved in my daily reality. Everyone is paired up (as tenuous as some of the couplings may be. No offense.), leaving me to experience my singleness all alone.

Surprise! This is NOT a pity party! It's a flashback to when I was in my late teens and preparing for the potential of a life of celibacy and never marrying. The idea was so intriguing to me, and I toyed with the idea of monasticism. I was so content with the idea of being single, and wouldn't even consider dating a guy unless the relationship promised to enrich my spirituality and and well-being. Singleness was too precious to give up, unless for something holier.

This was my steadfast mindset, and written proof is available.

Then, somehow my conviction faded and I appropriAted the shared experience of being a single working woman in my 20's. I lost MY experience of being single by overempathizing with OTHER women's experience of being single. I admit this is only one facet of my personal evolution, and I'm not trying to cast blame, but I'm beginning to believe my overzealous buy-in to shared consciousness was quite influential.

Now, as I find myself alone in my aloneness, I feel this exhilarating sense of freedom to navigate and define singleness for myself instead of looking to others to model it for me. I have no one to look to but myself, God, and the women whose books I read. (And if my unconscious is blocking "single you" out of my mind, friend, please humor me.)

The thing is the answer is not avoiding friendship with other single women. It's just "Don't Sell Out." My dependance on other people to narrate my life experience is not nearly as powerful as narrating it myself. Even as contradictory as it may be to the perspectives of people I long to establish connections with through shared experience.

My integrity and identity are worth more than my instinct to Win Friends and Influence People by convincing them I get what they are going through. Cause I can. I can get it with every fiber of my being, and adjust my lenses to perceive your (and my) experiences through your eyes. But just because I can, doesn't mean I should.

So it's time to
A) Redefine singleness in reference to the convictions of my youth
...and...
B) Stop empathizing s'dang much and practice SYMpathizing


Soooo let it be.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Secret Blog from 2007

In an attempt to be even more transparent in my writing, I may have signed up for a private blog on Wordpress. So tonight, feeling particularly vulnerable and under-the-weather in my soul, I tried various user names and passwords to log in (who can remember them all?) so I could emotionally vomit not on my kind readers. But in a divine twist of fate, I discovered that I had actually started a private Wordpress blog two years ago under my spam email account.

Context: When my hard drive crashed this summer I lost two years of my not-backed-up journal to which I had extreme emotional attachment. The document was over a hundred pages long. It hurt. But I tried/try to celebrate the loss, knowing that the experiences and opinions I wrote about are still my life... even if I don't have written proof. This is easier than facing and grieving the loss. Think positively, right?

Therefore, finding this humble 3-post blog was such a gift. Like replaying an old conversation shared with a friend who had recently died. When I wrote this blog, I was going through a shaky faith time. I was very troubled about God & life & purpose & truth. I wish I had more reflections on that period to look back on. But it seems 3 posts will have to do, and I am grateful that they revealed themselves to me.

This is an excerpt by John Updike that made it onto this blog- it is about a priest who suddenly lost his faith. It's from In The Beauty of the Lillies:

“At the moment Mary Pickford fainted… Reverend Clarence… felt the last particles of his faith leave him. The sensation was distinct– a visceral surrender, a set of dark sparkling bubbles escaping upward… He was standing at the moment of the ruinous pang, on the first floor of the manse, wondering if in view of the heat he might remove his black serge jacket, since no visitor was scheduled to call until dinnertime…. his thoughts had slipped with quicksilver momentum into the recognition, which he had long withstood, that Ingersoll was quite right: the God of the Pentateuch was an absurd bully, barbarically thundering through a cosmos entirely misconceived. There is no such God, nor should there be. Clarence’s mind was like a many-legged, wingless insect that had long and tedeiously been struggling to climb up the walls of a slick-walled porcelain basin; and now a sudden impationt wash of water swept it down into the drain. There is no God…. It was a ghastly moment, a silent sounding of bottomlessness…. Life’s sounds all rang with a curious lightness and flatness, as if a resonating base beneath them had been removed. They told Clarence Wilmot what he had long suspected, that the universe was utterly indifferent to his states of mind, and as empty of divine content as a corroded kettle. All it’s metaphysical content had leaked away, but for creulty and death, which without the hypothesis of God became unmetaphysical, they became simply facts, which oblivion would in time obliviously erase. Oblivion became a singular comforter. The clifflike riddle of predestination… simply evaporated; an immense strain of justification was at a blow lifted. The former believer’s habitual mental contortions decisively relaxed. And yet the depths of vacancy revealed were appalling. In the purifying sweep of atheism human beings lost all special value…. Yet would he call it back, his shaky faith, with its burden of falsity and equivocation, even if he could?” (5-11)

Endorphiney Rockin Out

Last night, between beers and conversations with other International Education grad students, my doubles partner and I played our way into the final bracket of an intense Ping Pong Tournament. We lost 15 to 21. (I think it was his fault. He wasn't staying on his side. A common practice for athletic males when partnered with "a girl.")

The Ping Pong (and subsequent dance party) was my first attempt to be active post-surgery. It felt so endorphiney to be employing muscles & reflexes & coordination. I mean, I am not gonna lie. I'm a rockin' ping pong playa- and an even rockin'er dancer. Ask anyone.

Now I'm craving the day I'll return to the tennis court and latin dance floor. Baby steps. One day at a time. Pressing on. Bird by bird.

I'll be back.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Conversion

I've totally been backsliding onto FaceBook. I think I'll quit TV instead now. I'm a quitter at heart.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Teacher Friends!

International travel grant for US Teachers funded by State Department

Travel to Argentina, Armenia, Azerbaijan, Bangladesh, Bulgaria, Cambodia, Dominican Republic, Egypt, El Salvador, Estonia, Georgia, Ghana, Guatemala, Honduras, India, Jordan, Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Latvia, Nicaragua, Poland, Russia, Senegal, Tajikistan, Thailand, Turkmenistan, or Ukraine!

Under the Teaching Excellence and Achievement Program (TEA) the U.S. Department of State and IREX (the International Research & Exchanges Board) announce a competition for middle and high school teachers from the United States to participate in a two-week professional exchange program.

Eligible applicants must be:
• Secondary-level (middle or high school), teaching professionals with five or more years of classroom experience in disciplines including English as a Second Language, English Language or Literature, social studies, math, or science.
• U.S. citizens, and
• Able to travel in spring or summer 2011 to one of the aforementioned countries.

The program is fully funded and provides: visa support, round-trip domestic airfare, lodging and meals to attend the TEA U.S. Conference, round-trip airfare from the U.S. to the assigned country, emergency medical evacuation plan, and lodging and a daily stipend in host country.

Extended Application Deadline: December 1, 2009

For more information please visit http://www.irex.org/programs/tea/tea_us.asp or e-mail tea@irex.org .

Different kinds of minds learn, remember, perform, and understand in different ways...

Visual-Spatial - think in terms of physical space, as do architects and sailors. Very aware of their environments. They like to draw, do jigsaw puzzles, read maps, daydream. They can be taught through drawings, verbal and physical imagery. Tools include models, graphics, charts, photographs, drawings, 3-D modeling, video, videoconferencing, television, multimedia, texts with pictures/charts/graphs.

Bodily-kinesthetic - use the body effectively, like a dancer or a surgeon. Keen sense of body awareness. They like movement, making things, touching. They communicate well through body language and be taught through physical activity, hands-on learning, acting out, role playing. Tools include equipment and real objects.

Musical - show sensitivity to rhythm and sound. They love music, but they are also sensitive to sounds in their environments. They may study better with music in the background. They can be taught by turning lessons into lyrics, speaking rhythmically, tapping out time. Tools include musical instruments, music, radio, stereo, CD-ROM, multimedia.

Interpersonal - understanding, interacting with others. These students learn through interaction. They have many friends, empathy for others, street smarts. They can be taught through group activities, seminars, dialogues. Tools include the telephone, audio conferencing, time and attention from the instructor, video conferencing, writing, computer conferencing, E-mail.

Intrapersonal - understanding one's own interests, goals. These learners tend to shy away from others. They're in tune with their inner feelings; they have wisdom, intuition and motivation, as well as a strong will, confidence and opinions. They can be taught through independent study and introspection. Tools include books, creative materials, diaries, privacy and time. They are the most independent of the learners.

Linguistic - using words effectively. These learners have highly developed auditory skills and often think in words. They like reading, playing word games, making up poetry or stories. They can be taught by encouraging them to say and see words, read books together. Tools include computers, games, multimedia, books, tape recorders, and lecture.

Logical -Mathematical - reasoning, calculating. Think conceptually, abstractly and are able to see and explore patterns and relationships. They like to experiment, solve puzzles, ask cosmic questions. They can be taught through logic games, investigations, mysteries. They need to learn and form concepts before they can deal with details.

Cat Power

Oh I do believe
In all the things you see
What comes is better than what came before

Wednesday, November 4, 2009



This is an example of a logic model. I have tried three times to make a logic model depicting a 1st grade unit on Tibetan culture. This is my assignment for a course called Evaluation and Monitoring in International Education. Every attempt more clearly confirms that I have low Spacial IQ. The confused expressions of classmates and my professor that meet my logic models make me so sad. I left class feeling slightly defective tonight.

And then when I was riding home on the Metro train, Dan Choi was the Moth podcast speaker I was listening to, and he recited an Iraqi poem:

You are free
You are free before the noonday sun
And you are free before the moon
And you are free before the stars
And you are free when there is no sun
When there's no moon
And when there isn't a single star in the sky

But you are a slave
You are a slave to the one you love
Because you love him
And you are a slave to the one you love
Because he loves you back

The joy I found in these words and the story of personal transformation he was recounting, reminded me that I am differently abled. I have linguistic and intrapersonal intelligences where I lack spatial genius. I'm special. Everybody is. And it's okay that I have gaps and you have gaps, because it makes room for humility and the occasional hilarious self-deprecating humor.

Ultimately, I will beat that Logic Model into submission, but it will never satisfy me the way a poem could. That's who I am.

Monday, November 2, 2009

So Much Beauty in 14 Hours

| I am grateful for |

Leatherheads.
Meeting strangers at art exhibits.
Bacon baked with rosemary, pepper & brown sugar.
Jacqueline Palma.
Free long distance.
Pearl necklaces.
Making friends with Korean students.
Gargling with Listerine.
Photoshop.
Yellow leaves.
1/3 cup creme brulee flavored coffee to get me going.
A day seasoned with phone calls from all the men in my family.
Daylight spending time.
Chances at redemption.
Dreams I can remember when I wake up.
Bumble & Bumble hair products.
The day they turn on the heat in my apartment.
December 15, when I will fly to San Francisco.
Warm socks.
The map of Paris hanging on my wall.
Everything else hanging on my walls.
Immediate answers to desperate prayers in the form of a friend's blog post.
Alone time.
Exhaustion.

Chiquita + Jiffy + Hershey's = Plate-o-Tasty

Sunday, November 1, 2009

On Poop, Vampire Ballerinas, and Tastebuds

Some random thoughts...

1. I love finishing an assignment. A two-page reflection on an assigned reading. An annotated bibliography. An evaluation survey. They deserve a big fat pink bow on top. A maraschino cherry. Rainbow sprinkles. A top hat. I feel about a completed assignment the way a three year-old feels about the poop he just made in the toilet. Look! I did it! Look what I made!

2. My Halloween plans were substituted by a surprise visit from my dear college friend Amber (though I did make it to one house party as a vampire ballerina as you can see). Her layover in DC turned into a 48 stopover. I was sorry to miss the festivities, but happy to avoid a hangover and enjoy a late night "Who are you now?" talkathon with Amber Steig, who I love to call by her Trekkie name: Ambig. Today we delighted in chocolate rugelah at Eastern Market, walking the yellow-leafed streets of Capitol Hill, and peeking in the Natural History Museum before one of us (I won't tell!) began throwing up here and there and everywhere. Wooly Mammoth one minute, Mammoth Migraine the next. In spite of the minor disaster, I was reminded again why I love to vacation vicariously through my visitors. V to the 3. Oh snap.

3. Have I mentioned eating cookie dough has become a reinvented nightly ritual? It was junior year in college, when I lived with Nicole in Tropicana Apartments. And it is now. It's so naughty, a tablespoon of butter (!), but infinitely delicious. Cookie dough is everything I want in a dessert. It's kind of plain, and to the point. And I've found some taste buds on the sides of my tongue that (if I eat it right) get particularly excited. I'm inspired to learn where each taste bud is located so I can maneuver my salty popcorn to the right spot, and suck cinnamon hard candies where they will create the best effect. Oh how I love food.

Pandora's Box

So, now that a new Pandora online music month has begun and I'm allowed back on the site, I'm hesitant to cheat on GrooveShark. I like Grooveshark. Especially now that I've begun listening to other users' playlists. This revives the surprise factor Pandora stations provide - songs I've never heard, bands I know not of, an order I didn't create. And without the commercials! So I'm torn. To reopen the box or leave it shut? That is the question.