thoughts: March 2006 Archives

today was the first day that i got to where my brand new goshes.  or as the boring people in this world might say: galoshes.  they are so adorable and i look hot in them.  yes.  my lime green, glow in the dark, so bright the sky must poor down rain in order to keep them from hurting peoples eyes, goshes.  and i look adorable in them.

the shoes don't make the woman.  the woman totally makes the shoes.  and i do love shoes more than most things.

so, obviously, it is raining here today.  and this is not going to be a be a post about how wonderful i am in new goshes, although i am, it is a post about my garden and the honeysuckle.  my garden is growing and growing and this year, hopefully, the fleurs will be magnificent in all their splendor.

the honeysuckle on the other hand.  i have none.  i don't grow honeysuckle, but some people around the corner from us do.  and it is in bloom and i love it.  i love that sweet smell and i stick my nose in it and i love it to the point that i imagine a garden with it.  there is a catch.  it is either the honeysuckle or something that blooms at the same time, but man do my allergies get me for sniffing the honeysuckle like a coke-addict. 

at least i look cute in my goshes.

thomas found a link to a post about raisins.  he knew i would completely agree with it when it discusses the problem with raisins and how, in this case, they ruin oatmeal cookies.

personally, raisins only need to be in raisin bran.  that's it.

which brings me to my point about fruit.  i know i am not a fruit person.  i like choices, and when presented with a choice, i normally don't choose fruit.

it isn't that i don't like fruit.  it's that i only like it under certain conditions.  unless it is wrinkled, fuzzy or slimy.  then it is off my list.  like peaches or raisins.  i shudder.  or, if raisins are in the bran.  that is ok.  but who wants to eat a grape that lost its plump juicy funness.

who thought to turn a grape that was fat and happy into something that is no longer at its full potential?  who thought to put those nasty slimy little wrinkled things in cookies or muffins?  the only reason they are good in raisin bran is because they plump up in milk...

i thought i would leave you with some random thoughts:

why don't children, when asked what they want to be when they grow up, say "cat-burglar?"

if there is ever a job that i am not willing to do, no matter how hungry i am, no matter how much it means i could by prada or have a home in the city i know and love in france that has that fabulous hat shop where you can't try on the hats or touch them because the owner has a sick and twisted sense of humor, no matter if it guaranteed a cure for cancer and world peace to everyone where all we thought of was fuzzy cute bunnies and soft purring kittens, no matter what, i could not work as a plumber.

henry rollins is funny.  i forgot how funny he is, although he needs more punctuation, or at least to take a breath.

i like that point in sleep, when t tries to wake me up, but i am totally drunk on sleep, that moment where sleep has taken me over to the point that dreaming and waking are the same thing and your body walks through quicksand just to blink your eyes open but it feels good.  i like that.  cause when you do get up, there is no hangover.

apples are good for you.  thank god there are a ton of varieties to choose from cause i really like gala apples.

thomas is right.  i am not a big fruit person.  give me veggies any day.  who doesn't like fruit?  wtf!!!  oh well.

leah asked the following question: I’m curious to know if people who had hard childhoods and/or don’t really like themselves intend to raise their children to be different from themselves.

and it got me thinking about my childhood and some of its difficulties.  things i don't really think about or ponder.  but just because my childhood was hard has no bearing on how i want my kids to turn out.  i totally want them to be like me.  since i am so perfect and all.

i would want them to be like thomas.  i just don't want them to go through some of the situations i faced as a child.  anyone who plans on having kids only wants the best for them.  that is perfect parenting.

things are growing up around these parts.  and in honor of spring, i thought i would tell you all about my day back.  back at the office that is.

i forgot my books at home which made it hard to teach.  i saw a friend and we ate lunch.  i attended a lecture.  i came home.  i walked our new baby.  and now, i am thinking how horrible of a week i have left facing me and it is only monday.

how does that happen?  how can things be fine the week before, you wake up, go to the office and see that to-do list and panic at what you have to accomplish in a few days time?  wtf!!!  seriously.  how does this happen? 

recently, a discussion with a french person occurred.  this is not a rare occasion for me since i manage to speak with the froggies on regular basis.

the discussion centered around the definitions of nerd, geek and dork.  for several of us who participated in the conversation, who use the terms somewhat regularly, who speak the english language fluently, who are quite proficient in one or two other languages, who are articulate, who are well-read, who are intelligent people, we had a hard time with this.  how do you define these terms?  when you can define one, how do you distinguish from the other?  and which category do you fit in?

so after much research that involved several dictionaries, including the oed, i have come to some conclusions.

a. nerds are studious and socially inept.  they are the true academics and have a strong thirst of knowledge.

b.  geeks are nerds but typically have an affinity for computers and technology.  they get excited when the new gadgets come out.

c.  dorks are generally silly goofs who enjoy doing things like playing games and spend their times doing things that are not necessarily trendy.

considering i went this evening to a lecture for a distinguished professor and then considered his points, laughed at his jokes, and reflected on what he said to a degree that some might consider disturbing, came home, chatted with my husband and then realized i should totally blog about it... i realized, i am a nerd.