Apparently East Side Mario's with two of my favourite gals just isn't in the stars for me. It's very, very sad.
Also I forgot how great V for Vendetta is. I wish I had Natalie Portman's hair in it. Not when she shaves it, mind you, but in the first scene - all crazy, curly and wild.
Mine's just...crazy. Le sigh,.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
"I'll knit you to death"
I definately just took a knitting needle down to the museum basement for protection when I came back out of the bathroom. You just never know who's going to sneak in while you're preoccupied.
Alone in a Boat in Botswana
I am really not in a boat. Or Botswana for that matter. I am, however, grasping along my first shift of being in charge while listening to Nordic music and narration for a movie that I cannot actually watch since I am supposed to [wo]man the front desk. I think. I haven't actually gotten much training on what more to do other than man the front desk and how to get in and out of the buildings without setting off alarms.
Luckily since my mother drove me this morning, she decided to come have a peek at the new exhibit and talked me down from a couple high stress moments where in all likelihood I'd just end up destroying precious documents or sending them into some abyss no mankind has ever seen before. She is now watching said movie that I cannot watch [although I'm sure I actually could. No one has shown up yet and it's been 40 minutes since opening. Oh god, only 40 minutes!?]
Anyways.
So that I don't bungle anything up, I'm going to review notes, work on Kyleman's Valentine's gift and read a little Agatha Christie, that sly old lady.
Also, in case anyone's noticed I've changed my blog's name from [and domain name? webpage linky thing?] because I felt a) I really don't talk about Monty Python at all, b) the name was too long and in my head I kept shortening it from It's Just a Flesh Wound: Confessions of a Former Monty Python Addict to It's Just a Flesh Wound, which I'm sure would confuse a whole bunch of people about whether I'm recording about some wound I have or not/how suicidal I was [I'm not] and c) flesh wounds usually scare people, not invite them into their folds.
Opinions?
Luckily since my mother drove me this morning, she decided to come have a peek at the new exhibit and talked me down from a couple high stress moments where in all likelihood I'd just end up destroying precious documents or sending them into some abyss no mankind has ever seen before. She is now watching said movie that I cannot watch [although I'm sure I actually could. No one has shown up yet and it's been 40 minutes since opening. Oh god, only 40 minutes!?]
Anyways.
So that I don't bungle anything up, I'm going to review notes, work on Kyleman's Valentine's gift and read a little Agatha Christie, that sly old lady.
Also, in case anyone's noticed I've changed my blog's name from [and domain name? webpage linky thing?] because I felt a) I really don't talk about Monty Python at all, b) the name was too long and in my head I kept shortening it from It's Just a Flesh Wound: Confessions of a Former Monty Python Addict to It's Just a Flesh Wound, which I'm sure would confuse a whole bunch of people about whether I'm recording about some wound I have or not/how suicidal I was [I'm not] and c) flesh wounds usually scare people, not invite them into their folds.
Opinions?
"Nothing comes of nothing. Speak again"
Lately I've felt like I've got nothing to say. People keep asking me what's new or what I've been doing and every time all I can think of in response is "same old, same old." And it's true. I work, I knit [how old ladyish of me. But I tell you, when all the fabric factories in the world explode and we have to make our own clothing again, I am going to be soooo a head of the rest of my generation], I hang out, I sleep. How blah.
I feel perpetually stuck between student and adult. On one end, I've reapplied for school in the fall but I miss my alpha mater days and on the other end I want to get on with my life: career, marriage, you name it [Kyleman isn't as anxious for this part. Looking forward to it, yes, excited to get there....let's just say we have our own mental timelines we keep trying to convince the other to stick to]. A constant battle for my identity. It probably doesn't help that I work 3 part-time/casual part-time/once a week jobs that don't give me any stability/hope/big person's wage to rely on.
Is it this hard for every graduate? I mean, we can't all be Benjamin Braddocks [I'm still trying to figure out the emotions in the last scene!], tumbling back home wondering where to turn next - I think most of us can skip the scandalous affair part, although to each their own - and completely undecided about life. Most of us don't even have the choice anymore of going into the family business. I wish though - if my mother had a family business I'd be set up in a children's book store, a la Meg Ryan in You've Got Mail. I'd be so down.
My grandfather made a good point during one of our conversations about my life: nowadays you have to go get a degree in something somewhat specific: art, science, math, english, history, etc. but to actually get into the profession you want, you normally have to go the extra mile and get that masters before you get in. I.e. librarian school, or Masters of Library and Information Technology [MLIS]. To be a librarian you must get this MLIS before you're even looked at for anything other than a clerk's position -and even now they're getting picky and just want people with Library Technician degrees - but if the goal is to be a librarian, why does it have to be a masters? To be honest, my degree in Studio Art isn't particularly going to help me with being a librarian. Yes, it's nice to have but it's not going to really help me any when it comes to applying to graduate programs [I'm serious, it doesn't. 2/3 programs I applied to refused to acknowledge my courses in Studio Art as real "academic" programs].
What is the point of spending thousands of dollars and four years of your time studying something that may not even count towards the main goal for your career? If you can go to college to learn a trade straight off the bat, why can't you be able to do the same for more "academic" focuses?
I wish I had some smart-alecky, philosophical Socrates quote to end off this entry, however my Republic book has a coat of dust on it and all I can pull out from my memory is that Socrates probably wouldn't approve of our education system. But let me get back to you on that.
[Also, I've just noticed that I started off this entry complaining about how I had nothing to say, and then proceeded to make quite a long entry. I guess Lear was right and all I did have to do was "Speak again".]
I feel perpetually stuck between student and adult. On one end, I've reapplied for school in the fall but I miss my alpha mater days and on the other end I want to get on with my life: career, marriage, you name it [Kyleman isn't as anxious for this part. Looking forward to it, yes, excited to get there....let's just say we have our own mental timelines we keep trying to convince the other to stick to]. A constant battle for my identity. It probably doesn't help that I work 3 part-time/casual part-time/once a week jobs that don't give me any stability/hope/big person's wage to rely on.
Is it this hard for every graduate? I mean, we can't all be Benjamin Braddocks [I'm still trying to figure out the emotions in the last scene!], tumbling back home wondering where to turn next - I think most of us can skip the scandalous affair part, although to each their own - and completely undecided about life. Most of us don't even have the choice anymore of going into the family business. I wish though - if my mother had a family business I'd be set up in a children's book store, a la Meg Ryan in You've Got Mail. I'd be so down.
My grandfather made a good point during one of our conversations about my life: nowadays you have to go get a degree in something somewhat specific: art, science, math, english, history, etc. but to actually get into the profession you want, you normally have to go the extra mile and get that masters before you get in. I.e. librarian school, or Masters of Library and Information Technology [MLIS]. To be a librarian you must get this MLIS before you're even looked at for anything other than a clerk's position -and even now they're getting picky and just want people with Library Technician degrees - but if the goal is to be a librarian, why does it have to be a masters? To be honest, my degree in Studio Art isn't particularly going to help me with being a librarian. Yes, it's nice to have but it's not going to really help me any when it comes to applying to graduate programs [I'm serious, it doesn't. 2/3 programs I applied to refused to acknowledge my courses in Studio Art as real "academic" programs].
What is the point of spending thousands of dollars and four years of your time studying something that may not even count towards the main goal for your career? If you can go to college to learn a trade straight off the bat, why can't you be able to do the same for more "academic" focuses?
I wish I had some smart-alecky, philosophical Socrates quote to end off this entry, however my Republic book has a coat of dust on it and all I can pull out from my memory is that Socrates probably wouldn't approve of our education system. But let me get back to you on that.
[Also, I've just noticed that I started off this entry complaining about how I had nothing to say, and then proceeded to make quite a long entry. I guess Lear was right and all I did have to do was "Speak again".]
Friday, February 4, 2011
pretty girls make graves
Or they get pretty pedicures. Like my sister and I did today. And for the first time I splurged [I really need to stop splurging] and got designs on the toe.
Ooooooh, I feel so pretty!
Thursday, February 3, 2011
white is the new blonde
Today I found my first white hair. Attached to my head. I know this because it hurt when I pulled it out, gawking all the while. Although I guess white is better than grey; with grey you just look old, with white you can just call it platinum blonde, a la Marilyn.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
blizzard weather
I'm never lucky enough to have snow days.
The broadcast for today was a blizzard, except for us the blizzard was over before most of the population woke up, and only left a good foot of snow. My mother is lucky enough to have her work be closed and I feel like I will not be so lucky. Darn.
A good thing that happened the last time I was at work though I found a gorgeous tea pot [I wish I had a picture now] and one of the fabulous things about it is it says "German Democratic Republic" on the bottom.
And thus I leave you with my crazy dog who after barking at me for minutes outside my door, gave up and laid down. Why she doesn't just come into my room I have no clue. Weirdo.
The broadcast for today was a blizzard, except for us the blizzard was over before most of the population woke up, and only left a good foot of snow. My mother is lucky enough to have her work be closed and I feel like I will not be so lucky. Darn.
A good thing that happened the last time I was at work though I found a gorgeous tea pot [I wish I had a picture now] and one of the fabulous things about it is it says "German Democratic Republic" on the bottom.
And thus I leave you with my crazy dog who after barking at me for minutes outside my door, gave up and laid down. Why she doesn't just come into my room I have no clue. Weirdo.
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