Thursday, February 14, 2008

My One-hundred-and-forty-fifth Post




What’s wrong with the world (Installment 3): Class Participation Points


I feel like I haven’t had an original thought in ages.

Unfortunately, most of my professors have stipulations about the need to participate in class discussions.

So I find myself grasping at straws, trying to contribute some scrap of intelligent thought … but usually settling for rephrasing something we’ve already talked about.
If they would just not stipulate that participation is MANDATORY, I could relax and actually learn from others who have something valid to say...
...instead of worrying about coming up with something that sounds smart, despite not actually making sense.
And that is why class participation points are ruining the world.

Monday, February 11, 2008

My One-hundred-and-forty-fourth Post

What I have been reading recently:

The Brief History of the Dead by Kevin Brockmeier:

The City is inhabited by the recently departed, who reside there only as long as they remain in the memories of the living. Among the current residents of this afterlife are Luka Sims, who prints the only newspaper in the City, with news from the other side; Coleman Kinzler, a vagrant who speaks the cautionary words of God; and Marion and Phillip Byrd, who find themselves falling in love again after decades of marriage.On Earth, Laura Byrd is trapped by extreme weather in an Antarctic research station. She’s alone and unable to contact the outside world: her radio is down and the power is failing. She’s running out of supplies as quickly as she’s running out of time.
This book had an incredibly interesting concept and makes you think a lot. But it is really slow and as you get towards the end, it just gets weird. If you're looking for something a little of the beaten path, give it a try, but it's not exactly a must read.

The Other Bolyn Girl by Philippa Gregory:
When Mary Boleyn comes to court as an innocent girl of fourteen, she catches the eye of Henry VIII. Dazzled by the king, Mary falls in love with both her golden prince and her growing role as unofficial queen. However, she soon realizes just how much she is a pawn in her family¹s ambitious plots as the king¹s interest begins to wane and she is forced to step aside for her best friend and rival: her sister, Anne. Then Mary knows that she must defy her family and her king, and take her fate into her own hands.

A rich and compelling tale of love, sex, ambition, and intrigue, The Other Boleyn Girl introduces a woman of extraordinary determination and desire who lived at the heart of the most exciting and glamorous court in Europe and survived by following her own heart.
This book was really interesting. As historical fiction, you know from the start pretty much what's going to happen, but this book still manages to handle the character development in such a way that it remains interesting. Warning, though, this is not a book you would want to read aloud to your mother. At one point I was a bit queasy over what I was reading and described the book as "historical smut" to a friend. But those parts are few and far between. For the most part I would recommend this book, especially with the movie coming out at the end of the month.

Nine Stories by J.D. Salinger:

A collection of nine classic Salinger short stories. It includes two of his most famous short stories, "A Perfect Day for Bananafish" and "For Esmé with Love and Squalor."
I've read this several times before, and I like to keep it by my bed for when I'm sick of everything else I'm reading. They're clever, insightful, engaging stories that you can enjoy without feeling tried down to another book. Everyone should have a favorite book of short stories handy at all times. If you haven't read these short stories, try them. You won't regret it. (I also keep Roald Dahl's The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar and Six More in my locker at work... just in case of emergency)

The Chosen by Chaim Potok:

The Chosen is a story of the friendship between two orthodox Jewish boys growing up in 1940s Brooklyn. Reuven Malter, the narrator of the story, is the son of a writer and scholar who follows modern methods of studying Judaism. Danny is the genius son of a Hasidic rabbi, whose people live completely within the bounds of traditional Jewish law.
I have just barely started reading this, so I suppose I don't have a very firm opinion on it. It's been on my list of stuff the read ever since I borrowed it from my sister Martin almost a year ago. I'm excited to read it, because I've heard good things. You should be excited too.

The Hornblower Novels by CS Forester:

Hornblower is iconic in Age of Sail traditional naval fiction, and any writer in the genre must deal with comparisons to Forester. There are many parallels between Hornblower and real naval officers of the period, especially Thomas Cochrane and Horatio Nelson. Forester wrote the body of the works carefully to avoid entanglements with real world history, so Hornblower is always off on another mission when a great naval victory occurs during the Napoleonic Wars; concurrently, whatever he has Hornblower dealing with is usually important too, if less heralded.
I read all of the Hornblower novels in high school, and I really love them. They're the ultimate adventure story! A dashing hero with a sensitive soul who must appear staunch and unemotional to maintain discipline and order. No matter what impossible task is placed before him, he always manages to weasel his way to victory against all odds. And the writing is good too. The masterful use of metaphor just astounds me. If you're looking for something classic and engaging, try these books. I suggest starting with either Mr. Midshipman Hornblower, the first chronologically, or Beat to Quarters, the first written. Both are good. I'm currently reading Beat to Quarters, and it's just as good as it was the first time. No... it's better.

"The Shoe Books" by Noel Streatfeild:

As discussed in quirky romantic comedy staring Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan, You've Got Mail:
WOMAN SHOPPER: Do you have the "Shoe" books?
SALESPERSON: The "Shoe" books? Who's the author?
WOMAN SHOPPER: I don't know. My friend told me my daughter has to read the "Shoe" books, so here I am.
KATHLEEN: Noel Streatfeild. Noel Streatfeild wrote Ballet Shoes and Skating Shoes and Theater Shoes and Movie Shoes...[she starts crying] I'd start with Skating Shoes, it's my favorite, although Ballet Shoes is completely wonderful.
SALESPERSON: Streatfeild. How do you spell that?
When I was much younger, I read Ballet Shoes, Dancing Shoes , and Theater Shoes. But I was disappointed that the others were out of print. I recently rediscovered these three books put away on a seldom used bookshelf while I was home over Christmas, and I brought them back with me. I am now reliving my childhood with these cute little books books: all of them manage to have the same plot, and yet each is charmingly unique. If you ever have daughters, you should read them these books. (Also Anne of Green Gables and Little House on the Prairie)

Monday, February 04, 2008

My One-hundred-and-forty-third Post

So Hamburger and I have been looking at apartments for this summer. And I think I'm in love. We found this place that has huge bedrooms, two bathrooms (for 4 girls), a washer and drier in the apartment, a roomy living room, and--the biggest selling point--a MAGNIFICENT kitchen. I really want to live here. Even if I can only afford to do it for the summer and have to find some crappy cheap place again next fall.

Also, I totally achieved a goal of mine yesterday. That goal was entitled "Taking Back Sunday." My Sundays have recently become cluttered with meetings, rehearsals, appointments, social engagements, and a myriad of other time-sucking activities. Well, yesterday, I was able to do things that I wanted to do and actually rest from the rest of my week. My one meeting was before church, so I was able to come home after church and just relax. I finished my book. I took a nap. I made scalloped potatoes and Italian chicken. It was wonderful.

But somehow, I don't think I can justify doing that every week. There are too many other important things to do, and Sunday is just a good time to do them. It sure was nice, though.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

My One-hundred-and-forty-second Post

So I made soup last night. But it wasn't just soup. It was SOUP! It was my Mom's homemade chicken noodle soup. Where everything is homemade. And let me tell you something--it's difficult raising chickens in BYU-approved housing.

Anyway, so along with this soup, I decided to make bread bowls. Turns out, bread bowls are much better with a cream based soup, so I ended up just slicing the bread bowls and eating it with my soup.

It was fantastic, but I stayed up too late making it. So this morning when I woke up I was more groggy than usual. I reheated some soup (I love leftovers--of any kind--for breakfast) and cut off a hunk of bread bowl to go with it. I started dipping the bread into the broth and eating it that way, but after a while the bread and the broth were gone, leaving large chunks of vegetables, noodles, and chicken in the bottom of my bowl. I just stared at it for a while, trying to figure out how to eat it. Should I get more bread? But then, how would that help? The noodles would not balance well on the bread, and it would be a mess to eat. Then, miraculously, I found this strange utensil lying on the table by my bowl. It was somewhat like a small spade, but the edges were curled up on the end, forming a small shallow bowl. This would be perfect for scooping up the goodness in my bowl and escorting it to my mouth! What luck!

The end.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

My One-hundred-and-forty-first Post

What’s wrong with the world (Installment 2): Cereal


Cereal is evil. Especially cheap cereal. Every once in a while, Smith's has a 8 for $8 sale on brand name cereal.

I enevitably end up participating in some way because, let's face it, good cereal is usually pretty expensive, so $1 is a great deal. Once in a while, Hamburger will go to the store together. She'll buy 4 boxes, and I'll get 4 boxes and we'll both be happy.
But most of the time, the evil cereal gods conspire against us and we'll end up going to the store seperately. We'll be so despreate for the diabolically cheap cereal, we'll end up with 8 boxes each.
Let me tell you something, there is not a whole lot of room in a small kitchen shared by 4 girls. So my massive amounts of cereal end up being stored in my closet.




Which means most of the stuff that's supposed to go in my closet ends up in other less logical places.
So, clearly, cereal makes my life less organized and the world would be better off without it.

And don't even get me started on the case lot sales.


My One-hundred-and-fourtieth Post


My eye shadow right now is called "Dance Party." I definitely look like I'm going to a dance party...

My One-hundred-and-thirty-ninth Post

I'm cleaning out my drafts. Here are the snippets I found that might be of interest:

7/9/07
When I was in high school, I took AP Government, and I really liked it. In fact, I like it so much that at one time in my college career, I wanted to major in Political Science, get my MPA, and go run somebody’s campaign somewhere. Not so much now. But still. Studying the American Government had a big impact on my life. The problem was that, although I was very conversant in landmark Supreme Court cases, knew the rules for a filibuster, and could talk intelligently about the political spectrum, I really had no sense of current events. This was worrisome to me, because I just knew that the AP exam would somehow find my weakness and exploit it. So I found one quaint aspect of current government events to cling to: the McCain-Feingold Act (aka the Bipartisan Campaign Reform Act of 2002). It was intended to tackle some of the loopholes surrounding the use of soft money and issue ads, as well as to address some of the other issues that had been surfacing in national elections.

9/4/07
I have never hated the first day of school this much. I'm usually excited and anxious and over-eager and all sorts of other good stuff. Today, I was just blasé in the worst possible way. Do you realize the only vacation days we have this semester are for Thanksgiving? I looked it up. I need to get a better attitude about my classes, or I'm never going to have the motivation to keep up with them.

Today also marked my first official shift at Job #1 in over two weeks (I've had a couple unofficial shifts, but some how they were different). I had to deal with a person that I have nicknamed "Condecending Bob," which was quite an unpleasant experience.


9/27/07
I was walking and sort of just thinking to myself when my attention was caught by the most appalling pair of shoes. These were not just some of weird fashionably trendy atrocities that exist out there. They were a more common kind of ugly. They were also well-worn and dingy, making them even less attractive. I spent about 30 seconds examining the shoes as I walked toward their owner, and I finally looked up just as were about to pass each other. When I finally made eye contact with the girl whose shoes I had been silently condemning, I found one of the prettiest, charming looking people I'd ever seen.


11/1/07
So my roommates freshman year were about as dramatic as you would expect 18-year-old girls to be. Consequently, they were heavily involved in the ward-wide drama of boy/girl relations. At one point, my roommate J was really mad at a friend in the ward for something he had done that had hurt another girl's feelings. I didn't think it was all that bad, but it did have most of the girls in the ward up in arms against him. J was all ready to storm over to his apartment and give him a piece of her mind when I pointed out that he could probably have used a friend right about then. She was adamant that what he really needed was to have her yell at him. I tried to convince her to take some time to cool off before going over to talk with him, but she didn't agree. At one point she asked me for one good reason why she should go over right then. I responded, "He's a child of God! He doesn't need you yelling at him!"


11/3/07
I hate the people in one of the areas I work with. They are elitist snobs who can’t abide anyone who doesn’t fit into their predefined constraints of acceptability. I’ve spent the last two years attempting to placate them and be their “buddy,” but you know what? I’m done. If they’re doing something that is inhibiting the productivity of my people, I’m going to yell at them. And they are going to yell back, and their unkind words will crush me. But I’m sick of trying to be nice but having them be jerks anyway. At least this way I can help out my people. I don’t care if this doesn’t make sense to you, but one more rude, disdainful comment, and I’m going to inflict serious injury on these people. But hopefully venting about it will get it out of my system so that I can be nice when I have to work with them again next week.

Friday, January 11, 2008

My One-hundred-and-thirty-eighth Post

What’s wrong with the world (Installment 1): Twins



Twins are evil. Especially when you know Twin A but don’t even know that Twin B exists.





That can cause all sorts of confusion when you see Twin B and wave enthusiastically, but Twin B refuses to acknowledge you.



Then, when you sit by him and start talk to him, he turns to you and says “Do you know my brother, Twin A?” You immediately feel silly, even though there’s really no way you could have known that you were talking to a complete stranger.

So I'm sure you'll agree that the world would be a better place without twins. I mean--really--who likes to feel silly all the time?



(PS- I suppose this applies to identical siblings of any denomination, not just twins. Also, clones.)

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

My One-hundred-and-thirty-seventh Post

So my sisters Martin and Faybe like horror movies. I’ve also been lead to believe my sisters like me. So, when I’m home and there’s a scary movie in the dollar theater, they often drag me along with them to a predictably late-night showing. You’d think they’d learn that I don’t. like. scary. movies. But since this particular series of events has happened on quite a few occasions, I must conclude that they’re just dumb. (I mean really! If I spend two hours muttering supercalifragilisticexpialidocious under my breath to distract myself while maintaining a death grip firm enough to leave fingernail marks in your arm—do you think I’m enjoying myself?) But maybe I’m dumb too, considering the number of times I’ve watched scary things of my own volition. Like that time I accidentally let The Exorcism of Emily Rose come up on my Netflix queue (I probably will never watch about a third of the movies in my queue, I just put them there because they catch my attention for some reason or another) and then, instead of just sending it back, I felt obligated to watch it. Alone. At night. It wasn’t even that scary, I just cannot handle suspenseful jump cuts and intense soundtracks.



Erm, I don’t remember why I started talking about this (I think it had something to do with the thriller-esque qualities in Veronica Mars), so I’m going to bed. I’ve been procrastinating for about a week and tomorrow it judgment day. Wish me luck.