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the sixth sense [10 Apr 2009|12:51pm]
I watched this video for an assignment in my Mass Media and Society class this week. I wanted to pass it along because, well, it's one of the coolest, most mindblowing personal technology devices I've ever seen, slated for release in about ten years.


http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/pattie_maes_demos_the_sixth_sense.html


What do you think? Awesome? Too personally invasive? Talk to me.


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Breaking News (as of 2/8) [08 Feb 2009|11:12pm]
Alex Rodriguez tests positive for anabolic steroids in 2003.


This made my whole day. As did the realization that spring training is next month. Pitchers and catchers report on the 14th!

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Storytime [08 Feb 2009|10:57pm]
I don't know why I just remembered this, but I have a memory to share from last weekend.

I was waiting on a table of three. Person Number One was a large Italian type. Too big, too greasy, bad suit, gaudy jewelry. Person Number Two was his father; smaller, unassuming, easy to get along with. But person Number Three...

Person Number Three was the wife of person number one. She was middle aged--fifty, perhaps--wearing a lacy top under a black jacket with dress pants and heels and a lot of gold jewelry. Halfway through her dinner, Number Three decides it's warm and takes off her jacket. The next time I approach the table to fill one of my many monkey tasks, I observe Number Three's wardrobe change and think, Wow, the lining of her top matches her skin tone exactly.

It wasn't until a few visits later that I realized it wasn't the lining of her shirt I was seeing, it was her skin. How did I notice this, you ask? Miss Middle Aged Number Three had her nipples pierced and the metal was poking out of the lace, which did not have a lining at all.

So for the remainder of their dinner, the only thing I was concerned with was not staring at her breasts. She was, after all, with her husband and father in law and, in fact, in public. I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt and assume she didn't know her chest was reaching right through her shirt, but honestly, how do you not know that? And if you do know that, how are you ok with your husband's father getting a nice big three-dimensional eyefull?

At one point our owner caught wind of Number Three and came into the dining room pretending to do something very important and managerial, but really he was just checking out the free show. In the end, Number Three's big greasy husband left me a $70 tip, so I had to stop complaining about looking at her boobs. Maybe he knew she was flopped out and was happy I didn't appear to be making a big deal about it? Who knows.

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[05 Feb 2009|09:04pm]
Since starting school last month, dozens of topics have entered my mind as fertile LiveJournaling ground. People keep saying things--students, professors, parents, random idiots in line behind me at the student union--but it's often difficult to respond in a classroom setting, either because I can very rarely be concise enough to condense my commentary into a single sentence, or because there's no way I can spout off every thought that enters my mind when sitting in an auditorium with 200-300 people. Knowing this, I started jotting down notes in my day planner so that when the time came to sit down in front of my computer and tell Dear LJ all about it, I'd be reminded of all the things that were so pressing on my mind. Well, the time has come and I can't decipher my notes. Damn.

I know I wanted to say something about social networking/interaction and internet privacy--and I may well have had a stellar point--but I sure as hell can't remember it now. There was also something about post-modernism vs. structuralism (so sayeth my notes) but, again, I have no idea where I was going with that.

The only thing I can actually remember is the one that needs no explanation (which makes for a very disappointing entry, were it to stand alone) is another comment in the neverending form vs. function debate: The point of contemporary art is that the form becomes the content. Me gusta mucho.

So far 2009 is shaping up to be a record-breaker: My car has broken down, a friend has gotten in trouble with The Law, my boyfriend has been diagnosed with a heart condition, and a dear friend has just found out that her husband, to whom she's only been married a year and a half, is leaving her for another woman. And last week I had a very painful conversation with my boyfriend (the same one with the heart condition...because I'm such a nice girl).

When life hands you turds, make a turd sandwich and chow down.

At least school is going well, save for the fact that I'm going to have to take some more days off work to handle the work load. I got my student loan check in the mail this past weekend; it's a relief to have that padding in the bank account. Now I know I can afford to miss a few extra days off work when needed and still keep the bills paid.

It's currently 3 degrees in Sarasota (it sounds so much more dramatic when you say it in Celcius) with a projected overnight low of negative 4. There's no heat in my room. It may be a good time to invest in a remote controlled space heater (what, you don't expect me to get out of bed to operate the thing, do you?).

For not remembering anything I had to say, how did I end up with a word count of 500? Hmm...that's half the length of the paper I have due next week. Make that 515.
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[13 Jan 2009|01:42am]
My birthday was yesterday. Saturday night I went out with some friends from work and got obliterated. It was fun at the time but I ended up sleeping all day on Sunday (my actual birthday), which meant I was totally useless and accomplished nothing I'd intended. Oh well. You only turn 26 once, right? Eh, whatever.

School started last Monday. It's such a welcome change, being at USF rather than MCC. I like it so far, even though I'm already behind on some reading, and one of my professors (?) is, in all probability, younger than me. I say (?) because he's a grad student who is teaching a class in his last year, and I'm not sure if that technically makes him a professor. He reminds me of a friend from Bar Harbor, but with crazier hair. Hair kinda like mine, actually, only shorter and blonde.

I've been sick-ish for over a week now. I'm currently convinced that what was once a sore throat (perhaps the onset of some strep throat?) has morphed into an ear infection. I looked it up on WebMD and---though it talked about "my child's" ear infection rather than mine---it said it should go away on its own; just take over-the-counter pain relievers. The problem is that I am having trouble sleeping because of it and so far the OTC stuff hasn't really worked. Also, I think it's bullcrap that I've developed an infection typically reserved for the preschool set. Lame. If it's not better by Wednesday, this time I really WILL go to the clinic at school. I don't need this stupid infection going to yet another new body part.

Tomorrow, I'll clean the apartment and do homework all afternoon.
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I found out this weekend that gelatin is made of powdered bones. Eew. [15 Dec 2008|12:36am]
The last month has kept me very busy. I've moved into a new apartment (where I live alone--it's awesome) and enrolled in classes at USF, which will begin next month.

It feels good not to have a roommate anymore, especially a roommate like the one I last had. It's lovely to be responsible only for myself, to not wonder who or what will greet me on the other side of the door when I come home, and to not feel like I have to strategically plan every move either as an act of retribution, or as a preemptive strike against unknown events. The new place is supercute; narrow with black and white checkerboard tile, and a little back yard. The owners are great, and I honestly feel that it's a great find. It's strange to be on this side of town though, because I now have very little reason to travel to the side where I used to live.

Last week was my orientation at USF; they spoke for hours--beginning at 8am--about school policies, student expectations, and how to utilize their website...most of this could have been covered in an email, which would have allowed me to sleep in, rather than leave Sarasota at 6:30am. The one good thing I got out of orientation was the meeting with my advisor; she looked over my transcripts with me and recommended classes to take this spring. I've registered for Writing for Mass Communications, Narration and Description, Critical Thinking (you know, because I'm not critical enough), and am thinking of taking a telecourse in Issues in Sports--the advisor suggested it since I'm interested in sports broadcasting, and it covers the requirement for an exit course in the Mass Com major. I'm very excited to be starting school again. I genuinely like being a student. It's hard to imagine no longer being one, and no longer working in a restaurant. That's been my life for so long now that I can hardly picture having a career rather than a job, or feeling challenged and stimulated by my work.

Unrelated, but I spent the entirity of today eating and drinking. I woke up to go to brunch with some friends, and stayed for six hours. We drank mimosas and wine, and ate a seven-deadly-sins amount of food. It was incredble. I also met a delightfully gay man who I considered leaving Kevin for (sorry Kevin, but I always told you to be watchful of me in the presence of gay men).
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[09 Nov 2008|08:13pm]
So much has happened in the last month, I don't even know where to start, but I'll try.

I applied to five schools and got accepted to all of them. Confirmation that either A) I'm a genius, or B) Victor wrote me a kick-ass recommendation letter. I'd like to believe it's me, but I think he deserves a bit more credit than I'm comfortable giving up. After torturous research and a heartbreaking conversation with Kevin, I decided last week that I'd go to USF even though every ounce of me wants to move out of Florida. The sad fact is that it costs over five times more to go out of state, so I made the financially wise decision to stay in the Bay Area and finish up on the cheap. USF actually has a pretty stellar MassComm program; I start in January.

My roommate is bailing out of the apartment a month and a half earlier than the agreed-upon time, so I had to think fast. I can't afford to live in this place alone, so I set about the business of finding a place I could afford solo. I'm done playing mother to supposed adults who act like children; it's time to look out for number one. I actually found a place today that I am very interested in. The owners are supposed to call my references tomorrow and I'll know later this week if I got it. I hope it pans out. If everything goes to plan, I should be in there around the first week of December.

I'll be keeping my job at the DD for the first semester and commute to USF in Tampa. Season is just kicking up and it would be stupid to quit my job now that the money is getting so good. Driving to Tampa several times a week is not ideal, no, but it'll work for a semester.

I guess I did and okay job with this summarizing business. It's always been such a long story when told verbally. Thanks to all of you who've been so supportive when I called you crying.
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[12 Oct 2008|03:24pm]
Sent off all my college applications on Wednesday. I'm not nervous yet (well, at least not extraordinarily nervous), but I'm sure I will be once I see that the schools have deposited their respective checks for application fees. It will mean my paperwork is officially in review, and I'm sure I'll be a wreck until I hear news one way or another.

Money has also picked up a bit, mostly due to my insane schedule. It's hard not to make money when you're working somewhere between six and nine shifts a week. This particular week, I have six shifts at the DD, plus three at SweetBerries. It'll be tiresome, but at least I stand a pretty good chance at cashing in. Good, because I'm behind on a lot of bills. This should help put me back on top after all the missed work and spent money in September.

Yesterday marked Kevin and my two-year anniversary. Amazing I've been able to convince someone to stick around this long. I deserve some kind of award. Or he does. I'm not sure which.

Hope you're all having a splendid weekend.
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[08 Oct 2008|03:53pm]
I finally got all of the paperwork together to send off the rest of my college applications. What should be an especially exciting time is instead increasingly frustrating because of money woes. The application fees are totaling approximately $200. I used money I don't have to write the checks. I also had to call my landlord yesterday to ask her to hold my rent check until the weekend because I knew it would bounce if she tried to deposit it now. My car payment is due in a week and I don't have that, either. My phone bill is late and my gas tank is empty.
I know I'll be getting a check from my second job (yes, I got a second job) on Friday that should cover the missing rent money, and between the three shifts this weekend at the Dry Dock, I hope I'll make the car payment money, or at least most of it. That all sounds fine and makes it seem as though I will be on top again by this time next week, but really it marks the point when I'll have to start worrying about next month's bills. I am so tired of this. As Kevin pointed out, it all ends in three months.
It's hard to imagine not living here at the end of so short a time. Or not worrying about going to work and making money to get by. But the only way I can ever hope to make something of myself (financially, if nothing else) is to get an education. I think my lifestyle will take a serious hit in the next two years, but the idea is for it to be worthwhile...coming out ahead, and all that.

My mother is trying to convince me to "hold off on the college apps", saying I probably won't be able to get a loan now that the US economy has crashed and burned. My argument is that if I had applied and gone 6 months ago when I wanted to, I could have qualified for all the money I needed and then some, considering that the idiot lenders were handing out checks to anyone who walked upright and could make his or her "X" on the dotted line (maybe not even that much). It may be difficult now, but I'm not waiting around for things to sink even lower. At least student loans are secured by the federal government. I wish my family understood how important this is to me. Instead, every time I open my mouth, all they hear is the unresearched rantings and ill-founded desires of a little girl who wants what she can't have. I need to be somewhere else.


I would be considerably less stressed out if I started using drugs. *le sigh*
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[22 Sep 2008|11:04am]
[ mood | so happy! ]

Arrived in Boston on Wednesday night. Went to Pizzeria Regina in the North End. It's run by the mob. No, I won't tell you who what they put in the canoli. Some chick stepped on our pizza. Seriously.

Hung out in Portsmouth on Thursday after getting massages in the morning. Ate lobster with the tourists. Came back to Manchester to enjoy the awesome weather. Learned that the locals call it "ManchVegas".

Went to Salem, NH on Friday. Looked at puppies and shopped in a mall that attracts tourism from Massachusetts because NH has no sales tax and people go there to spend money. Went to dinner at a place called Cotton. It is in a building that used to be a textile mill. There are several of these old brick textile buildings and most have been renovated and are used for businesses and a satellite campus of UNH. Food was great.

Went apple-picking on Saturday. Yeah, apparently people do that up here. Also got pears and ate an unidentified berry (at least, unidentified by me). Turns out it was a cherry, so I didn't die. For the record, I advise against eating strange fruits in the woods, as do the Boy Scouts. Took Stephanie to work at the Red Arrow Diner and walked to a classic car show downtown. Returned to the Red Arrow to eat dinner and people-watch. Saw Adam Sandler's brother, and two kids on a first date (note: the date did not go well).

Went to church on Sunday, and then to the Shaughnessys for lunch. Watched the first half of the Patriots game, then abandoned the slaughter to hit up a store in Nashua. Came home and baked for several hours using the fresh apples and pears we picked the day before. The apartment smells great, even a day later.

We leave today for Bar Harbor! The weather is still amazing!



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[01 Sep 2008|03:48pm]
I've received criticisms from many of my friends and family members recently about my decision to vote for Barack Obama in the November presidential election. I thought that perhaps posting an answer in this format would allow me time to formulate a concise answer and allow for some friendly, albeit heated, political discourse.

Having spent my entire adult life as a registered Republican, I can admit, it's certainly a departure for me to be electing a Democratic president. In my formative years, I was of the persuasion that it is up to an individual to care for himself; the government should not interfere. While I still consider individual freedoms to be of utmost importance, I've come to believe that the government is responsible, at least to some extent, to care for its people (hey, we should get something in return for our tax dollars!). It seems to me that the Democratic party is a bigger advocate for its populous, and the face of the Democrats this November is Barack Obama. Healthcare, education and immigration reform, civil liberties, equal rights, environmental issues, tax reform and the economy are all on the top list of priorities this election, not just for me, but for all Americans.

I cannot, in good conscience, vote for a leader who stood by President Bush for eight years, who agreed with over eighty percent of his decisions, and who has essentially promised to perpetuate his policies for the next four years. I look around and I see America in the worst shape its been in in years. I see people losing their jobs in record numbers. I see budget cuts affecting the quality of education (what will become of our nation if the inheritors of its future doesn't receive quality public schooling?). I see millions of citizens, including myself, without any form of healthcare. I see more and more money spent financing a war that I'm not completely convinced is a just one. I see prices going up and incomes going down, or at the very least, not adjusting accordingly. I see families losing their homes because of serious economic recession (though the government doesn't dare use that word). I see tax cuts for the richest citizens in the name of supply-side economics (which we learned in the 80s doesn't really effect the people who need the most relief). I see legislation that contradicts the Constitution and violates civil liberties in the name of "protection" (Marriage Protection Act) and "national security" (Patriot Act; Guantanamo Bay). And I see a people ready for change.

An observation I made recently is in regards to education and healthcare: It seems to me that if the government were only going to spend money on two things, they should be these. Does the government not owe it to its people to remain healthy and become successful? Now before you tell me to quit whining and pull myself up by my own bootstraps, think of it this way: a healthy, educated populous will provide a better economic future for its nation. If people live healthier, longer, and having gained knowledge to allow them to earn more money, isn't this better for everyone? They make more money, which means more cake for the IRS, and live longer, which means they pay in steadily over a longer period of time.

One last comment in regards to civil liberties: I have a difficult time supporting legislation that wants to write a Constitutional amendment denying rights to a part of its citizenry. No matter what your view on gay rights/same-sex marriage, even if you believe strongly that it's wrong, unnatural, not Biblical, or you just don't care, the idea of our government legally excluding a percentage of its citizens from the rights of the rest is embarrassing and shameful.

The bottom line is, I love my country far too much to let the next four years look exactly like the last eight. Even though I don't agree with one hundred percent of Mr. Obama's views (has there ever been a candidate that any of us agreed with one hundred percent?), I can't sit idly by and do nothing as I watch my country regress further. This is why I plan to vote Obama/Biden in November.

I welcome your comments. (Note:  My friends are very intelligent and some may ask questions/make statements in regards to topics on which I lack expertise. I will still offer my opinion as best as is possible, and may require time to research before posting responses.)

Thanks for taking the time to read this.
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Macs. [12 Aug 2008|12:46am]
I hate Macs. I have always hated Macs. I hate people who use Macs. I even hate people who don't use Macs but sometimes wish they did. Macs are glorified Fisher-Price activity centres for adults; computers for scaredy cats too nervous to learn how proper computers work; computers for people who earnestly believe in feng shui.
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[06 Aug 2008|06:47pm]
In addition to dying and plucking out grey hairs for the past three years and starting to use wrinkle cream a few months ago, I am apparently unable to sleep through the night now without getting up to use the toilet. Twenty-five might as well be a hundred twenty five.

Also, it's incredibly frustrating to pay $20 toward my MasterCard bill, only to see my balance reduce by three dollars and ten cents. Adulthood blows.
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[12 Jul 2008|03:30pm]
Last weekend I went to Zephyrhills with Nic and Kevin to shoot Nic as he attempted to get his AFF solo skydive certification in 90 hours or less. The weekend was great, and I even got a chance to skydive myself.

On Friday, I found out that my friend Kim had died in her sleep at the age of 22. I still don't know why. Her funeral was yesterday, and I can easily say that it was the most emotional/difficult funeral I've attended. Typically, people who die are old or ill, and it's expected that they won't live much longer. Kim was not old or ill, and all of her friends and family were completely surprised to hear that news.

I got an email from Tom, one of my Maine roomies, and it made me wish all over again that I'd gone to New England this summer. I miss it, still.

I seem to have hit a standstill on the college front. I was making pretty steady progress, and now for the last few weeks I've done nothing. I need to get back on track so I don't miss any more deadlines. I got an email back from one of my instructors at MCC who has agreed to write a letter of recommendation for me, so that's encouraging. I don't really know what to do about it from here, but at least she said yes.

the Red Bull Flugtag is next weekend in Tampa. I want to go.
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[26 Jun 2008|10:19pm]
[ mood | frustrated ]

I requested July 3rd-5th off to help out with a 90 Challenge project (ie: not a vacation, a barbecue, or pool party -- work) and instead of giving me another shift or two to take the place of the shifts I'm losing, the DD has decided to give me only one (1) shift next week. This is terribly displeasing. I mentioned to a manager that I might have found another PT job to make ends meet during the summer (not to mention keep me from going homeless in September when the restaurant closes for three (3) weeks) and his response was, "You really shouldn't get another job. Eric (owner) doesn't give any sort of priority to his employees who have other sources of income." Ok, fair enough in theory, but not if the reason they had to get a second job was because they weren't being given any priority in the first place.

I only made $55 tonight, and the last hour and a half I spent at the restaurant involved making no money while I wandered around looking for things to do, because our brilliant general manager wouldn't let me start closing. In fact, when we did start closing, we got yelled at because it was too early and literally had to undo everything we'd done in our effort to get out early. Then, in a poorly masked attempt to prove himself right ("What if we fill up?"), he deliberately sat 3 tables in the half-closed-down area to show us how "busy" we were, when he knew as well as we did that it made infinitely more sense to seat new customers in an area that was not yet closed down, and let the rest of us go home.

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I'm old [23 Jun 2008|12:24pm]
The world just got a whole lot less funny. George Carlin died yesterday at the age 71. We'll miss you, George.


VH1 is showing the newest installment of their "I Love the..." series: I Love the New Millennium. I hope I'm not alone in thinking that it's a pretty ridiculous idea. They're currently previewing "I Love 2001" and talking about "Pearl Harbor" (the awful movie by Michael Bay, not the military event in Hawaii) and the iPod. The "I Love the 80s/90s" series is fun to watch because they include events from our childhood. It's just not been long enough since 2001 for this to be novel. Plus, all the film and TV footage from the 80s/90s series is all blurry and kinda bad quality. The New Millennium stuff is all crisp, clear picture...where's the fun in that?

I went to a Post Secret exhibit today with Candi. It was at the Brevard Art Museum in Melbourne, FL. The event was fun, and there were several postcards I'd never seen published to the books or the site, and there were stations set up with art supplies for people to make their own cards if they wanted to. The only problem was that we drove for 3 hours each way for an exhibit that only took about an hour to see, and the museum didn't have a permanent collection. The plan was to spend the entire afternoon at the museum, but that wasn't really an option, because the only gallery housed traveling exhibits, which in this case was the Post Secret stuff. So we drove to Orlando to get food (every restaurant we found in Melbourne was uber sketchy) and got some Mexican food and margaritas.

And I want a new tattoo. Hanging out with Candi ALWAYS makes me want to get something else. She's an ink instigator.
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[10 Jun 2008|12:14pm]
I have new neighbors. They live directly above me. I know this because they decided to move in at 2am this morning. They also have a very noisy diesel truck that they didn't want to turn off. It was parked right outside my window.

Ugh.
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waiting for the light to change [08 Jun 2008|01:22am]
It just hit me last night that I'm not going to New England. I thought I was ok with it, but I'm obviously not because I've spent the last two nights in tears about it.

I just want something to happen. And I feel like if something is happening already, I'm missing out on it.

If I pushed--and I mean really pushed--I could probably make it happen by the end of the month. If I could find someone to take over my half of the lease, get my stuff into storage, take a hiatus from the DryDock, find a place to live and secure a job, I can go. That's not unreasonable, is it?
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[01 Jun 2008|03:03am]
My cell phone bill was a little past due, so today I paid the past due part and planned to pay the rest in a week or so (it was about $150 total for the current and past due bills). This evening after work, I attempted to make a phone call and a friendly little automated woman kindly informed me that my phone "has been disconnected due to nonpayment" and to "call from a landline" to sort the matter out.

Problems. Two of them. One, my bill isn't non-payed. I paid it today, and they cut it off AFTER payment was made. Two, I DON'T HAVE A DAMN LANDLINE! Oh, and they want me to pay a reconnect fee. Screw them, I'm not paying it. Seven years of sending them money every month, they can reconnect me for free, the bastards.

So I went to their website to see what I could do and it's down. I can do nothing.

I then visited Verizon's website to see if they charge more or less than what I'm currently paying AT&T, and it's SO MUCH LESS. I'm switching to Verizon. This post is to inform you that I might not have a phone for a day or so until I can get with AT&T and tell them that they suck, and if they continue to suck, it's lights out. It would please me greatly to raise all kinds of hell with them to get me reconnected sans fee, and call back a week later to say I've switched my business to a rival company.
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McDonald's new southern style fried chicken [30 May 2008|06:09pm]
I find it entertaining that the commercials for McDonald's new Southern-style fried chicken all feature African-Americans as the spokespeople. It's as if they're trying to say that black people are the authority on fried chicken...
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