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Yeah. So, that wasn’t going to be my heading for the day: it was supposed to be “The Dog Days of….September?”. But Dusty decided she needed to stand on the keyboard and what you see above was the result.

Yep, I’m dog-sitting. My parents left at 7AM on Sunday and I’ll be stuck with her (I mean, I will be enjoying her company) until next Sunday evening. I’m already exhausted. I’m not sure if it’s because she’s needy (she is) or I baby her (I do), or if I’m just not a good “parent” (I’m not). Either way, she’s cute…especially when she’s calm and lays on the sofa with me. Otherwise she’s not cute…ever. (kidding…sorta)

Otherwise, my weekend was spent on the Cape….helping Randy garden on Saturday, then taking over dog responsibilities yesterday. Randy is ditching me for a business trip in the morning so I’ll be a single parent the next few nights. Is it wrong to give a dog Benadryl?

I Should Have Known That I’d Need to Retract What I Said

Oh, Britney…

Poor, poor Britney. You had me rallying behind you. I even blogged about you for the first time. And then you go and say something stupid.

I wrote a few days ago about how the media was (rightfully) mocking Britney Spears for her poor performance the other night. Criticisms I could agree with included poor lip synching, poor choreography, poor wardrobe choice, and apparent lethargy (or worse, an apparent intentional lack of effort).

What I couldn’t agree with was people calling you fat or having a paunch.

Yet after viewing the footage of yourself, what was your comment? You didn’t acknowledge that your performing skills sucked ass. Oh no, according to US Weekly your complaint was that you looked like a big fat pig.

Great.

You’re such an inspiration to the teenage girls of our country. NO NO NO – don’t accept how you (or your friends/loved ones) look! Perpetuate the size zero fantasy that is unattainable. Make average sized girls (who are most likely larger than you in that footage) feel even worse about themselves.

Honey, do you REALLY think your weight was the big issue at the awards show? Honestly? I mean, did you not watch the actual performance? Can you not see where your major weaknesses lie? Yeah, you may have a weakness for Ding Dong’s and Yodel’s, but there are bigger issues you need to address, sweetie.

OK – from now on this will be a Britney-free zone. I promise.

Hush, Hush, Keep it Down Now, Voices Carry

I know I’m as guilty as the next person for being partisan. Anybody who denies it is lying.

So I guess it should come to no surprise that the local GOP is bitch-slapping Massachusetts’ Governor Deval Patrick for his speech commemorating 9/11. At one point in the speech, Governor Patrick said “It was a mean and nasty and bitter attack on the United States. But it was also the failure of human beings to understand each other and to learn to love each other.”

Maybe I’m being loyal to my party (D), but that seems true to me. The terrorists who conducted the attacks never tried to understand our cultures and beliefs. It’s a result of this ignorance that the attacks to place. I’m not saying we could have sat down for tea with the terrorists and finished the meeting off with a group hug, thus preventing an attack. But if there was more understanding, more acceptance (of difference cultures, faiths, religions, beliefs), and more love, then there wouldn’t be so much anger.

But the GOP is now twisting Patrick’s words saying it was “inappropriate.” What the terrorists did on 9/11 is inappropriate – and despicable, unacceptable, rephrehensible, offensive, disgusting, unwarranted, devastating, and flat-out murder. What Patrick said was true: Those terrorists did not understand us. They didn’t bother trying to understand us. And if the human race, in general, could just be more tolerant, accepting, and understanding, then events like 9/11 wouldn’t happen. Is that realistic? Not as long as organized religion plays such a significant role in the world. But would that make for a better world? You bet.

Don’t Cry For Me, Argentina

It’s always an adventure with Randy. One minute we’re discussing a trip to Seattle and Vancouver sometime in October or November…and the next thing you know he has his heart set on Buenos Aires (Argentina) and Montevideo (Uruguay) instead.

I have to admit – I’m intrigued. Buenos Aires is considered the “Paris of South America” with similar architecture and cultural amenities (though with a more Spanish/Italian/Jewish flair). And I do love Paris. It would also be late spring/early summer down there are the time. And I’d be able to scratch one more continent off my list (North America, Europe, Asia…and now South America).

But like the Japan trip 9 months ago, this is one helluva long flight at 15+ hours, including layovers. What I find interesting is that despite the length of the flight, we’d only be changing one time zone (no jet lag!).

Anyway, it’s still not decided yet. I’ve got some number crunching to do. Oh, and I need to practice standing on balconies and raising my arms.

(photo obtained from http://www.oberlin.edu/faculty/svolk/syl…)

In Defense of…Britney Spears?

I’m not a fan of the former Mrs. Federline. Although “Baby, One More Time” was a catchy little diddy, her limited vocal range, her computer enhanced voice, and her nasal “needing a squirt of Flonase” voice actually grates on me.

I’ve also not been a fan of her stupid moves over the last few years: marrying Jason Alexander for a few days, marrying K-Fed, driving with babies on her lap, shaving her head, saying “ya’ll” way too much.

I also agree with much that was said about her recent performance at the 2007 MTV Music Video Awards. She looked bored, she barely was capable of lip-synching to her own lyrics, and her “choreography” reminded me of a 4th grader’s dance recital (well, a porn-loving 4th grader from a broken home).

What I disagree with is everybody calling her “fat”. Nearly every critic has commented on her weight. I’ve not seen the word “paunch” used so much in my life. Granted, her abs were not made of steel…but this woman did give birth to two kids over the past three years. If we’re considering her current appearance as overweight…what is that going to be saying to teenage girls around the country who already have self-esteem issues. Hell, most females I know would kill to have the body Britney bared to the world the other night.

Her outfit was trashy, her song crappy, her performance subpar…but her size? Give me a break.

Note to Self: Never Let Randy Pick the Movie

This was actually a pretty big weekend for me. You see, Sunday was my one year anniversary with Randy. Yep…365 days he’s put up with me…and by moving in together he’s proven that he’s willing to put in even more days.

Despite it being a significant milestone, we didn’t really do much. We’d originally discussed a weekend getaway, but decided against it since we’ve got stuff going on every weekend until mid-October (or possibly later). We also toyed with getting a flat-screen hi-def television for the bedroom, but decided against that because Randy is the King (or Queen) of deals and we didn’t find one at a spectacular enough price.

In the end, we decided to go to a factory outlet mall. So, off to Wrentham we went…and we both came back with only one tiny bag from one store.

Then, last night, we Rany started playing a movie he recording on his DV-R: The Last Kiss. Sure, it sounds like a romantic comedy. And it’s got that wacky Zach Braff in it. For those reasons, I suppose Randy thought it might be appropriate viewing for an anniversary. However, my recollection was that when it came out, there were concerns that this film could spoil Mr. Braff’s quirky/goofy image.

For those of you who aren’t familiar with this film (I repeat: the film Randy selected for our anniversary viewing), Zach Braff’s 29 year-old architect has been dating a woman for 3 years. He gets her pregnant, freaks out, and proceeds to have sex with an undergrad he met. Meanwhile, one of his best friends dumps his wife (shortly after they had a baby), and Zach’s girlfriend’s parents split up (temporarily) because her mother also cheated on her husband.

Long story short…this film essentially screams “RELATIONSHIPS DON’T WORK.”

Probably not the best choice in movies to celebrate a one year relationship. At least we didn’t see this film as our first date.

(side note: the first film we went to see together was Shortbus…what does that say about us?).

Fin de Semana….y Fin de Vinyl!

I’m finally done! The project I’ve been working on sporadically over the summer is finally over! Back in the spring I decided I’d convert all of my father’s vinyl records and tapes into mp3’s. The original converter I bought came with software that came with no instructions. Needless to say, even Randy (a computer pro) had trouble figuring it out.

I gave up on the project until Randy directed me toward a record player that plugs right into the computer…and it came with easy to use software that even came with instructions! For the past few weeks I’ve been burning every Lawrence Well, Roy Clark, Johnny Mathis, Mel Tillis, and K-tel country music album my father had in his collection.

While I was at it, I also converted all of my old 45’s into mp3: artists and groups like Sly Fox (Let’s Go All the Way), Shangri-Las (Leader of the pack), Charlie Sexton (Beat’s So Lonely), plus Dead or Alive, Howard Jones, Thomspon Twins, Marilyn Martin, Bonnie Tyler, Arcadia, Power Station, Aretha Franklin, John Cougar Mellencamp..and even U.S.A. for Africa!

Ah, memories.

A Softer Approach

After riling a few feathers yesterday, I’m going to make things easy and non-confrontational today. Thanks to Karyn (Vexed in the City) here are my 3’s:

Three things that scare me

organized religion
pain (or the infliction of pain)
sunflowers

Three people who make me laugh

Amy Sedaris
Kathy Griffin
Wanda Sykes
(Hmmm -all females…interesting)

Three things I love

chocolate
fresh fruit
travel
(I didn’t list Randy since isn’t a “thing”)

Three things I hate

see the first question about what scares me
hypocrisy
mushrooms

Three things I don’t understand

passion (I simply have none)
why the chicken crossed the road
intelligent design

Three things on my desk

banana
a stuffed potato and a stuffed garlic (from two of Randy’s business trips)
an expired Paris subway ticket

Three things I am doing right now

blogging
procrastinating
thinking

Three things I want to do before I die

travel (anywhere and everywhere)
become comfortable in my own skin (I’m getting there gradually)
live without worry (regarding health and wealth)

Three things I can do

wiggle my ears and flare my nostrils (simultaneously or separately)
figure out maps and find my way around
talk fast

Three things I can’t do

be patient
easily understand the Scottish accent (though I love the way it sounds)
read people’s minds

Three things I think you should listen to

waves crashing
the album “Black Cherry” by Goldfrapp (good for ambient music, sex music, party music…a well rounded album)
the voice of reason

Three things you should never listen to

Mitt Romeny
George Bush
the pope
(it’s ironic that I couldn’t say I loved Randy since he isn’t a “thing”, yet I list 3 people here as things. Well, these three folks are not mere mortals…they’re mouthpieces for influential hate-spewing organizations)

Three shows I watched as a kid

Three’s Company (synidcation)
Dick Van Dyke (syndication)
NBC Saturday nights: Diff’rent Strokes, Facts of Life, Love Boat

Three people I tag.

Um, maybe not. I think I pissed off enough people yesterday.

How Can Harvard Students Be So Stupid?

This posting is probably going to cause me to lose my job – but I just have to vent.

It’s September. It’s the Boston area. We all know what that means: the students are back. Generally, I love it when the students return. The streets are livelier and the city (well, cities: Boston, Cambridge, Somerville, Brookline) all feel so energized and alive and optimistic.

And I’m fortunate enough to work at one of the local universities. In fact, I work at one of the most prestigious universities in the country, if not the world. So why is it that the students here are so damn stupid?

I work at the law school. That means that students have gone through at least four years of undergraduate education to get to where they are today. Not only that, they had to be one of the top students in their Bachelor’s program to even get admitted to this ivy league school.

Yet after all this time, they still can’t comprehend the most simple things. Things that I recall learning in elementary school. For example:

I witnessed people being taught how to use the cafeteria yesterday. It’s quite simple, really: you enter the cafeteria, grab a tray, proceed to a counter that interests you (options include cold sandwiches, pizza, entree, grille, vegetarian bar, and salad bar), wait in line, order your food, grab a drink from the refrigerator section, go to the cash register, pay for your food (either with cash or your student ID), grab some plastic utensils and sit down. Aside from the option of paying with a student ID, these are procedures I was taught in the first grade. Why is it, then, that the woman at the cash register had to leave her post and drag the customer in front of me to the other side of the cafeteria to explain how to do something? Meanwhile, I waited…and waited…and waited.

Example #2: Another thing we learned in elementary school was to form single file lines – one behind another – when waiting in queues or when walking along corridors. Why is it that Harvard students can’t grasp this concept? Instead, I’ll be walking down a stairwell, corridor, or narrow outdoor path (as a result of on-campus construction) and the students will stop in the narrowest portion to chat with their fellow students. Meanwhile, people actually using the WALKway have to constantly say “excuse me” to get by. The part that kills me is that the students just move a step to let the person pass, then they go back to their original position. Do you think they’d realize “Gee, this is a tight fit for 4 friends to chat. Perhaps we should walk 5 feet over to that big open space?”

For the record, that thought apparently never crosses their mind.

Example #3. Elevator Etiquette. Granted, this is not something I learned in elementary school (seeing as there were no elevators in my village except at my friend, Katie’s mansion), but it is something that I learned as an adult. And it’s something I’m sure most students must have been able to figure out as an undergrad (this etiquette rule also applys to boarding subways and trains). Here you go, plain and simple: let people EXIT the elevator (or subway, bus, or train) BEFORE you try to squeeze your way on. You see, the elevator (or subway, etc…) is a small space compared to the place your’e standing outside. Once the crowds exit the small space, there’s more room for you to fit! Isn’t that neat!?

Exampe #4: Email etiquette. There’s a student who is now in her third and final year here (thank god). Her email address is nearly identical to mine so for the past 2+ years, I’ve been getting her emails. LOTS of her emails. I’ve notified her to tell her friends and family to change the address in their address books. I’ve emailed the people who sent me things in error to tell them that I’m not the person they’re seeking. TWO YEARS I’ve been doing this. Do you think they could stop sending emails to me? Of course not. I’ve given up…now I just delete them.

Example #5: Following instructions. The program I work for has a printer and photocopier for the students to use. There are clear instructions on how to replace the toner cartridges for both machines. In fact, I drafted these simple step-by-step instructions and taped them on the wall above the printer (the copier’s instructions are built in: there is a diagram that appears on a screen showing you exactly what to do). Anyway, the second the toner is low and their copies don’t appear crisp, I get asked for help. Why? Is it beneath them to do it themselves? Are the instructions in basic English too difficult to comprehend? Do they feel entitled to pampering? Well, I’m not even remotely paternal so they’re not going to be getting it from me.

Phew – that felt good. Now, I don’t think these students are stupid. Well, at least not intellectually. I’m sure they’re quite astute when it comes to book smarts. But common sense? Forget about it. Courtesy? What’s that?

Reflections on a Summer Past

Yeah, yeah, yeah – summer doesn’t technically end until September 21st. But Labor Day is the unofficial end of summer and we all know it. The college students have returned and the streets are littered with furniture until the next garbage pick up, students begin public school this week, and there are no more “summer” holidays to look forward to.

But it was a good summer overall. And I ended it on a good note, too. The weekend started off by eating Thai food and playing cards with friends. Saturday began with a day at Horseneck Beach and an evening at Water Fire in Providence. Water Fire is quite lovely. The city of Providence has a river running through it (more in line with Paris’ Siene than with Boston’s Charles) and the city lights fires along the center of the river throughout the city. There is classical and/or new age music playing in the back ground and it really is a site to see.

On Sunday, we went kayaking (my second time…I still don’t get the enjoyment of it) and then had a barbecue that evening.

Finally, the weekend (and summer season) ended on Monday when we visited our friends Scott and Deano up in the burbs for dinner and more games (Baggo and Scrabble). Scott and Randy kicked our butts at Baggo and I barely squeaked out a win at Scrabble. Poor Deano…we just won’t go there. At least he prepared a fabulous meal. hehe

And that ended my summer. Looking back, I did a decent bit of travel: London, Prague, Paris (technically late spring, but it started on Memorial Day…the unofficial “beginning” of summer), Provincetown, San Francisco/Mendocino, and enjoyed local beaches (Herring Cove, Crane, Horseneck) and countless barbecues, game nights, and good times with friends.

But I’m equally looking forward to autumn: moving in with Randy, cooler comfy nights, cozy nights snuggling on the sofa, and playing games with friends. Plus, hopefully, the occasional weekend getaway or trip – I’ve got 27 unused vacation days demanding my attention!