http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070619/ap_on_re_us/poverty_plan
Thoughts, anyone?
20 June 2007
15 June 2007
I want....
-a job
-an apartment for next year
-a new and bigger bed
-a fan
-a screen door that fits the frame so the bugs don't get in (thank god they're not the biting kind, knock on wood)
-my letter from the landscape architecture department (asked, won't be for several more weeks. BASTARDS)
-skill in team sports
-a potato
-a little bit of a tan
-to see Keith
-to cook a meal with someone
-a little inspiration (empty canvases have a way of staring at you)
-to visit Chicago....zoom zoom? art museum?
-for my computer to stop being slow
-a running buddy
-pasta. mmmm.....al dente.....
-to see Pan's Labyrinth
-a tongue that sticks out straight. yeah, this one's interesting and all, but c'mon.
-my Dave Matthews to play smoothly instead of skipping
-a dog to take care of for a while
-to go to Katie's cabin with the girls (one more week and we're there! woo!)
-to find my old sheet music so I have more to play on my violin
-a violin
-to see my landscape architecture boys
-to have my diving body back for one week so I could go diving again
-to build something
-a head massage
-to give a back massage
-to have a girls' night with as many of my girl friends as I can get together
-go for a bike ride like we did for diving (Sheboygan to Plymouth and back. 22 miles total, 4 hours. hurts like beautiful the next day)
-to buy more summer dresses (they are so fun)
-an apartment for next year
-a new and bigger bed
-a fan
-a screen door that fits the frame so the bugs don't get in (thank god they're not the biting kind, knock on wood)
-my letter from the landscape architecture department (asked, won't be for several more weeks. BASTARDS)
-skill in team sports
-a potato
-a little bit of a tan
-to see Keith
-to cook a meal with someone
-a little inspiration (empty canvases have a way of staring at you)
-to visit Chicago....zoom zoom? art museum?
-for my computer to stop being slow
-a running buddy
-pasta. mmmm.....al dente.....
-to see Pan's Labyrinth
-a tongue that sticks out straight. yeah, this one's interesting and all, but c'mon.
-my Dave Matthews to play smoothly instead of skipping
-a dog to take care of for a while
-to go to Katie's cabin with the girls (one more week and we're there! woo!)
-to find my old sheet music so I have more to play on my violin
-a violin
-to see my landscape architecture boys
-to have my diving body back for one week so I could go diving again
-to build something
-a head massage
-to give a back massage
-to have a girls' night with as many of my girl friends as I can get together
-go for a bike ride like we did for diving (Sheboygan to Plymouth and back. 22 miles total, 4 hours. hurts like beautiful the next day)
-to buy more summer dresses (they are so fun)
08 June 2007
Funny Story
I never met my mother's father, he died of a heart attack 6 months before I was born. However, I guess that he was quite the character, and not always in a good way. In fact, not USUALLY in a good way.
Anyway, one story that persists is of one of the funniest things I've heard.
My grandpa was very tall, very thin, with kind of sunken eyes and pure white hair in every picture I've seen of him (of which there are few, I think). He worked for the city of Menasha for most of his life and on one particular fall day his job was to dig a grave in a cemetary and have it ready for the 10am service to be held.
So he began digging, by himself at about 5 am, working in his trousers and white undershirt. After a while, when the grave was pretty deep, deep enough that he couldn't be seen in it when he was bent over digging, he was curious about what time it was. It was beginning to be morning and the cemetary was covered in a light fog. So my boney, white-haired, dark-circled eyed grandfather in a white undershirt (now with some dirt on it) pops his head up over the edge of the grave and shouts to a man passing on a bicycle "HEY! Do you know what time it is?!"
He says that the man's eyes popped out of his head and he's never seen someone pedal away so fast in his life. Can you blame him? He probably thought my grandpa had just risen from the dead or something. Haha.
Anyway, one story that persists is of one of the funniest things I've heard.
My grandpa was very tall, very thin, with kind of sunken eyes and pure white hair in every picture I've seen of him (of which there are few, I think). He worked for the city of Menasha for most of his life and on one particular fall day his job was to dig a grave in a cemetary and have it ready for the 10am service to be held.
So he began digging, by himself at about 5 am, working in his trousers and white undershirt. After a while, when the grave was pretty deep, deep enough that he couldn't be seen in it when he was bent over digging, he was curious about what time it was. It was beginning to be morning and the cemetary was covered in a light fog. So my boney, white-haired, dark-circled eyed grandfather in a white undershirt (now with some dirt on it) pops his head up over the edge of the grave and shouts to a man passing on a bicycle "HEY! Do you know what time it is?!"
He says that the man's eyes popped out of his head and he's never seen someone pedal away so fast in his life. Can you blame him? He probably thought my grandpa had just risen from the dead or something. Haha.
Again?!
Facebook "applications"?
....No. I refuse. If people want to know my favorite movies, music, books, etc, they can read my profile. If they need an up-to-the minute report on what I just watched or read and what I thought about it, here's my advice:
1. If that's the case, they know me well enough to say "Hey, what book are you reading?" or "Have you finished _____?" or "Hey, interested in seeing ______ later?" or "How's that new CD?"
2. Facebook news feed (ulgh) should take care of them in the event I would be SO moved by something that it's worth updating my profile.
And what the hell is up with "graffiti"? This is as dumb as Facebook gifts. What in the hell do I want with some crappy doodle that looks like it was done in Microsoft Paint by a 2 year old, stuck somewhere on my profile? And you know what 90% of the scribbles are going to be of???
Penises, flowers, and smiley faces. Probably a few middle fingers and quite a few stick people.
What next? Facebook voice messages? A "Favorite Recipie" section (you KNOW that'd just be filled with mixed drink stuff)? Ulgh.
....No. I refuse. If people want to know my favorite movies, music, books, etc, they can read my profile. If they need an up-to-the minute report on what I just watched or read and what I thought about it, here's my advice:
1. If that's the case, they know me well enough to say "Hey, what book are you reading?" or "Have you finished _____?" or "Hey, interested in seeing ______ later?" or "How's that new CD?"
2. Facebook news feed (ulgh) should take care of them in the event I would be SO moved by something that it's worth updating my profile.
And what the hell is up with "graffiti"? This is as dumb as Facebook gifts. What in the hell do I want with some crappy doodle that looks like it was done in Microsoft Paint by a 2 year old, stuck somewhere on my profile? And you know what 90% of the scribbles are going to be of???
Penises, flowers, and smiley faces. Probably a few middle fingers and quite a few stick people.
What next? Facebook voice messages? A "Favorite Recipie" section (you KNOW that'd just be filled with mixed drink stuff)? Ulgh.
01 June 2007
Woe is....not so bad.
Several events and cases not worth getting into have led to my observation that many people appear to be "content in their misery."
Is being content in misery better than being discontent in misery? I suppose it would be. Being content is no doubt more enjoyable than being plain old miserable.
Does the realization that you're miserable make it bad? Probably, but if contentment is still there, it's not all that important, right? And as the saying goes, ignorance is bliss.
Conversely, does the realization that you're content, though miserable, make it ok? Well, more ok than being simply miserable, it would seem.
There must be different shades of misery.
Is contentment in misery laziness? Apathy? Both, I say.
The very idea that one can BE content to be miserable is baffling.
A discussion with a person who is, in fact, content in their misery ABOUT thier misery can only end with one phrase: "Well then quit your whining."
Is being content in misery better than being discontent in misery? I suppose it would be. Being content is no doubt more enjoyable than being plain old miserable.
Does the realization that you're miserable make it bad? Probably, but if contentment is still there, it's not all that important, right? And as the saying goes, ignorance is bliss.
Conversely, does the realization that you're content, though miserable, make it ok? Well, more ok than being simply miserable, it would seem.
There must be different shades of misery.
Is contentment in misery laziness? Apathy? Both, I say.
The very idea that one can BE content to be miserable is baffling.
A discussion with a person who is, in fact, content in their misery ABOUT thier misery can only end with one phrase: "Well then quit your whining."
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