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|Tuesday, August 31st, 2010|
I thought I read this somewhere, but then I couldn't find it on the internet, so... maybe I invented it? Fred says I have to post this, so here goes:
"I like my recursion like I like my recursion."
Did this, or did this not, spring fully-formed from my brain?
|Tuesday, September 26th, 2006|
|Cocktails for a Cause
Host: Planned Parenthood of Western Pennsylvania
Location: tonic bar & grill
971 Liberty Avenue (at 10th)
When: Tuesday, September 26, 5:30pm to 8:30pm
I'll probably leave straight from campus. Let me know if you want to go and need a ride.
|Thursday, August 17th, 2006|
|I am a menace.
Do not leave me unattended with your computers. Or your teeth.
My laptop has been cranky lately, and most specifically since I tried to install updates for SpySweeper. Apparently, trying and failing to update SpySweeper will cause your laptop to freeze. Okay. So, since my laptop wasn't looking like the most stable piece of equipment ever, I thought it might be a good idea to back up my harddrive. Except then I discovered that the CD drive wasn't working. Like, at all.
I dropped my laptop off at SCS Help this morning so that it could be repaired and went back to my office to use my desktop machine. Only to discover that it had what appeared to be a virus. All of the text had turned into unreadable nonsense characters. Fun for the whole family. I called the help desk and they sent someone over to take it away. He seemed to think it was a bad video card. (Actually, when he called me later, he said he couldn't find anything wrong with it and rebooting seemed to fix the problem. Which I find very sketchy.)
So now I had no computers. All of my computers were broken. I went down to the lab to check my email, where I promptly caused the computer I was using to freeze up. dlv78
kindly made me an account on a spare Powerbook. I suspect he's still trying to win me over to the Mac side.
Since today is clearly not my day, I went home to sulk, taking the Powerbook with me. Where I also managed to cause it to freeze up while watching a DVD. Fortunately, power-cycling seemed to take care of that.
But seriously, this is 4 computers in less than 12 hours. I am extraordinarily talented.
As for my teeth... ( cut for horror.Collapse )
I'm having a bad week.
|Thursday, August 10th, 2006|
|Oh no! Not the liquids!
Guess where I'm not!
If you guessed, "On a plane to Florida," you would be correct. See, it turns out that as of this morning, the FAA has raised the threat level for air travel
and in response, has banned the transporting of any liquids or gels in carry-on luggage.
I wasn't planning on checking bags, so after waiting 20 minutes in the Extended parking lot for a bus and making it to the terminal exactly 45 minutes before my flight, I checked in as quickly as I could and ran down to the security line. Where I was informed about the "no liquid" rule and sent back upstairs to check my bag. Except, you can only check bags up to 45 minutes before a flight. And since pretty much the entire contents of my bag were either liquids or gels, I declined to throw them all out. So now I'm flying though Charlotte, arriving a mere 5 hours later than planned.
But don't worry, America. You're definitely safe from my toothpaste and contact solution.
|Wednesday, August 9th, 2006|
|Tuesday, August 8th, 2006|
|Friday, August 4th, 2006|
I had a weird burst of domesticity today and spent almost the whole day cooking. So far, I made:
- cucumber salad
- some cucumber/dill/mint yogurt thing
- I don't know what the difference is between roast beef and pot roast, but I made one of them
- and weirdest of all, a cake
Plus, I prepped a bunch of vegetables for future cooking, even going so far as to freeze some of them for posterity.
Still to be made:
- Something involving a lot of chard. I haven't decided what yet. I'm leaning towards chard paneer simply because they (shockingly!) had paneer at Murry Avenue Kosher this morning, prompting just the tiniest dance of joy on my part.
I think the vast amounts of farm-share vegetables in my refrigerator were starting to look a little ominous. That, or I was just hungry. But in any case, if anyone feels like declaring a potluck this weekend, I am all set.
|Wednesday, July 26th, 2006|
|Running in the Special Olympics
I will not argue on the Internet.
I will not argue on the Internet.
I will not argue on the Internet.
I will not argue on the Internet.
|Thursday, April 6th, 2006|
Can I interest anyone in seeing Tosca
with me on Sunday?
|Friday, March 31st, 2006|
|Thursday, March 23rd, 2006|
|Wednesday, March 15th, 2006|
If anyone feels like doing some night-skiing today, medtecher
and I are probably going to go to Seven Springs this afternoon. Let me know if you want to join us.
ETA: As an extra added incentive, it seems that there's a BOGO special on lift tickets
|Friday, March 3rd, 2006|
|The Freezing. The Popping. The happiness.
Continuing in their grand tradition of only playing in Pittsburgh
's birthday, Freezepop will be at the Garfield Artworks this Sunday at 7:30 pm.
Continuing in their grand tradition of booking terrible opening bands, the Garfield Artworks has again secured the musical stylings of Girl Talk, the craptacular naked DJ who serenaded us with his musical writhings before the last Freezepop show.
Therefore, I intend to go late, like around 9ish. Would any of you lovely people care to join me?
|Tuesday, February 14th, 2006|
|Monday, January 30th, 2006|
|Things I have stuff to say about
Wow. Eloquent, aren't I? Should that be, perhaps, "Things about which I have stuff to say"? Anyways...
My new favorite thing is the chef salad at the Quiet Storm. Vegetarian chef salad sound like a travesty to you? Well, maybe so, but how the hell would I know, having never had the real thing. In any case, it is delicious. There's something about their facon (fake + bacon, obviously, in the grand tradition of the guitarmadillo and the margarero) that fills me with infinite happiness. I pretty much want to rub it all over my body.
I realize that I never got around to posting about the absolutely ridiculous road trip that robots_suck
, and I went on a few weeks ago. If you've been following along, you are by now aware that Stumptuous
is the height of excellent when it comes to weight lifting for chicks. krustukles
, the fine proprietress (proprietrix?) of the site, has been hosting a program called "Mistress Sunday" where, periodically, weight-lifting wimmins in the Toronto area get together to throw heavy things around on a Sunday morning. Well, Pittsburgh isn't exactly in the Toronto area, but hey, we're hardcore, so we figured, why not?
So, we drove up to Toronto on Saturday morning, checked into a really nice hostel (Canadiana Backpackers
, if you happen to be in the area and are looking for a cheap place to stay), and froze our collective asses off looking for dinner. (See, we thought it was going to be 34F, but it was actually closer to 15F, and we hadn't brought certain basic necessities like, say, pants... Well, ok, we had pants, but no hats or gloves or scarves.) Then, Sunday morning, we pumped iron, had brunch, and drove back to Pittsburgh. The iron-pumping was primarily focused on learning the components of Olympic lifts. Outstanding. Want proof? Check out this shot
of me learning to overhead-squat. Kindly disregard the stubbliness of my armpits and admire, instead, the hotness of my deltoids.
Finally, I was hoping you could help me decipher a new sign one of the clinic protesters was sporting this weekend. On one side, it said, "Did Vatican II's 'New Mass' Cause Abortion?" That's fairly straight-forward, I think, although I appreciate that it's phrased as a question. Gives you something to ponder in case you get bored. (Well? Did it?) It's the other side that is currently boggling my mind. It said, "Russia Needs to be Consecrated Correctly! Our Lady of Fatima 1917" Any ideas?
|Friday, January 6th, 2006|
I hate the feeling of knowing that I haven't updated my livejournal for a long time and so I have so much to recap but then I'm too lazy to write about it all so I procrastinate and then I have even more stuff I feel like I should recap and really, this shouldn't be an added stressor to my life.
Fine, here's my story: I just got back from Florida yesterday. I was home for about 3 weeks, 10 days of which were spent on a weirdly nostalgic roadtrip. See, when I was little, my family used to drive up the East Coast every summer for a few weeks in August. In retrospect, it's clear that my parents always had a plan for where we were going since they had things like AAA triptiks and hotel reservations, but to me, it pretty much seemed like we were driving until we felt like stopping. A few times we visited my second cousins in New Jersey and Boston, once we made it as far as Quebec City, but mostly, we ended up in the Smoky Mountains. I'm pretty sure that the last time I went on one of these trips, I was still in high school.
We had talked about going to Puerto Rico over winter break but plane tickets became expensive literally overnight, and I suggested a roadtrip instead. Jokingly, I pointed out that we hadn't been to the Smokies for a while. medtecher
instantly latched on to the idea and demanded skiing. Well, between my sister from Los Angeles and the rest of my family in South Florida, my desire for a few weeks on the beach were overruled. We were driving north to find winter.
It ended up being really great. We spent 3 days in Gatlinburg, TN, the biggest tourist trap outside of Niagara, one day in Knoxville (the American Museum of Science and Energy in Oak Ridge is heavy on pro-bomb propaganda and light on actual information about the Manahattan Project but the Jim Campbell
exhibit at the Knoxville Museum of Art is seriously cool (geekily, my favorite pieces were the ones in which increasing amounts of random noise are added to the images of Shannon
)), and then 3 days in Asheville, NC.
In North Carolina, we went snowboarding at Wolf Laurel
(see link for why I am now cranky and feel obligated to write them a letter explaining why I will be taking my business elsewhere when I am next (?) in the market for some NC skiing). The first day was full of suck. My siblings and I took a lesson, but I'm not sure how much it helped. The slopes were really icy and the parts of the day that weren't spent on my hands and knees were spent primarily flat on my ass. The second day, the sun came out and with it, the wonders of snowboarding in a tshirt on wonderful, sloooow slush. I actually managed to make it down a few times without falling. My brother, however, was not so lucky. After the first day, he declared that he hated snowboarding, he never wanted to do it again, and he was sure that the lodge had wireless ethernet. Could he please just borrow a laptop and sit the next day out? After an extended session of cajoling, he was finally convinced to give it one more try, and on his first run down the next morning, fell hard on his wrist, necessitating a trip to the emergency room and a giant brace thingy for the rest of the trip. He hates us now.
Well, I think that about does it for a reasonable recap. My next post will probably be a book review, since I actually got some reading done over break.
|Sunday, December 11th, 2005|
|The silver lining?
At least my car wasn't stolen.
I went over to tepui
's house last night because it was his birthday and we were all getting together to make dinner. So, I parked across the street from his house, and we made dinner and watched Barbarella
, which started out hilarously awful and ended up being just awful (although full of a whole party's worth of great Halloween costumes) and then around 11:30 when I went to leave, my car wasn't there.
So, we all walked up and down the street looking for it, just to make sure I hadn't come down with a bad case of the stupid and had actually parked somewhere other than where I thought I parked, but it wasn't there. And then I wasn't really sure what you're supposed to do. Especially since the border between Pittsburgh proper and Wilkinsburg runs right down the middle of tepui
's street. I called the Wilkinsburg police and said that my car wasn't where I left it and was there any chance that it was towed? The woman I spoke to said that they hadn't towed any cars that evening and, after getting a description of my car, said that she would send an officer over to take a statement from me but that they were all out at a shooting and it might take some time before they could get there.
Well, ok, I certainly understand that a shooting takes precedence over my stolen car.
But then after a while, I thought, well, the side of the street where my car was parked is actually Pittsburgh, so maybe I should call the Pittsburgh police. Which I did, and they also took a description of my car and said that they would send someone over to take a statement. About half an hour later, I got a call from the Pittsburgh police saying that my car wasn't
stolen and that it had been towed earlier that evening and that I need to call the tow pound to get more information.
But the tow pound is closed on Sundays, so I can't get my car until tomorrow. And also, why the hell was my car towed? The only thing I can think of is that I blocked someone's driveway but I never do that. My only guess is that, because of the 4 inches of snow on the ground, I just didn't see that there was a driveway there. Which makes whoever called and got my car towed a tremendous dick because, hello asshole, if you would shovel your driveway, I wouldn't block it!
gave me a ride home, and then at 1:30, after I'd gone to sleep, I got a call from the Wilkinsburg police saying "We haven't forgotten about you! We were out at a shooting. We can send someone to take a statement now," and I explained that the Pittsburgh police had already told me that my car was towed, so no thank you. And it costs $100 to get your car out of the tow pound, and I'm really very cranky about it.
But at least my car wasn't stolen.
|Thursday, December 8th, 2005|
The buffer zone legislation that I've been nagging y'all about incessantly passed yesterday by a vote of 5-3. dlv78
and I went down to City Council to watch the public hearing. All my favorite crazies were there. One man exhorted City Council to listen to the "prayerful pro-life advocates" and not us "Jezebels". I don't really know who Jezebel was, but I presume that she was a seducer of righteous men. I kind of want a t-shirt that says "Jezebel", but not as much as I want this one
. I didn't make a statement, in part because I have no voice to speak of (stupid sickness) but mostly because people had already said whatever I would want to say, but dlv78
did, which was great because he was calm and articulate and didn't call anyone names.
It will be interesting to see how this plays out. I don't, for instance, know how long something like this takes to go into effect. Does it need to be signed by the mayor? I have no idea how city government works.
In short, I have a ridiculous crush on Councilman Doug Shields who is full of nerd-chic.
|Monday, December 5th, 2005|
|Again with the clinic stuff
Geez. It's like I have nothing else to talk about.
Apparently, some Planned Parenthood people were annoyed by this Post-Gazette
article about the proposed buffer zone legislation. Honestly, I don't know why. The article seems fine to me, and if anything the picture of the creepy fuck of a protester that goes along with it just makes our case even more effectively. Incidentally, the guy in the picture is my favorite anti. On the first day that I escorted, back before the protesters started to recognize me, as I was walking into the clinic, this protester (we call him Al) called to me, "Jesus loves you! He wants your baby to live!" He likes to admonish us "young ladies" that we should "be glad [our] mothers didn't go in there, otherwise [we] wouldn't be here today!" The article doesn't give full justice to Al's bloody crucifix, but I think you can just make it out in the picture -- he's glued a little plastic fetus onto it next to Jesus. Al and his wife, Sal, come to the clinic every week.
But I digress. There's going to be a hearing about the legislation at City Council on Wednesday morning. It starts at 10, which sucks because I have class until 10:30, but I'm going to head over directly afterwards. You all are, of course, invited to join me. Should be good times.
|Thursday, December 1st, 2005|
Tester: Dude, did you see this? There's a button in the software that says "Fuck Off."
Designer: So?...That's a feature. Did you press it?
Tester: Yeah...it just went away.
Designer: And did it make you feel better?
Tester: Strangely, yeah. Yeah, it did.
211 Van Buren Street
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