September 2011
1 post
I got a job.
A new one, I mean. I’ll write a more coherent little wrap-up of things on Mr.-Main-Blog-that-I-also-never-blog-on, but here is a list of things.
Goddamn I love Seattle. I don’t want to leave Seattle. There are not enough jobs in Seattle for me to do exactly what I want to do.
I will be a Web Editor at the University of California Office of the President, which is an organization with...
August 2011
1 post
Internet Explorer story was bogus →
infoneer-pulse:
A story which suggested that users of Internet Explorer have a lower IQ than people who chose other browsers appears to have been an elaborate hoax.
A number of media organisations, including the BBC, reported on the research, put out by Canadian firm ApTiquant.
It later emerged that the company’s website was only recently set up and staff images were copied from a legitimate...
June 2011
1 post
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I hate it when I have to remember that I'm a...
I’m starting to get really worked up about things. Words, mainly. Sometimes collections of words.
Like this:
….Those little Google Docs. They’re soOoo cute!
You can share a love poem with a Google Document… You can share an Excel-like spreadsheet to plan a little girl’s birthday party…
Wonderful.
But that’s like using a made-for-mud military...
May 2011
2 posts
March 2011
1 post
February 2011
2 posts
I will give someone $20 to make baby stuff...
ipomoeaandthestarstealers:
What type of crib sheets? What type of bottles? Breast pump purchase or rent? Type of diapers? Do I seriously need all the bottle-feeding accessories before dude shows up? A WIPE WARMER? A bottle warmer? A diaper pail? One stroller that holds the car seat, or multiple strollers? A glider or the Ikea Poang chair? A sleep positioner?
Babies are confusing,...
Adventures in shenanigans: Because I can’t take it... →
ipomoeaandthestarstealers:
Because I can’t take it easy, I’m now back tutoring at 826 and I’ll be leading Book Club once a week, forcing me to write a book talk a week for middle-schoolers, and teaching them how to write about books to present the books they like to others.
I missed tutoring— I missed the kids, I missed…
I’m jealous - I finally had to take a break, thanks to my...
January 2011
6 posts
4 tags
The Setup
viafrank:
[…]
You know what I’ve learned? A person only flails around in regards to their rig when they don’t have a clear idea of what constitutes their work. Suitability and fit is paramount, and one is never going to find what they’re looking for if they don’t know what they need. So, I looked at my work, I watched how I used my computer for a day, and found out all I do is draw...
energy, take 1
My only New Year’s Resolution this year was to find my energy again. I’ve been so tired for so long that the days when I danced and worked and went to school and still had friends seem like a memory of someone else. Here’s the deal:
1. Well, I spent the first week-and-a-half of the new year being miserably sick, so then I decided to start over.
2. Monday was great! and the rest...
whatisanipomoea:
There is a local newscaster who, every time I see her, I yell “HOMEWRECKER” in my head because she had an affair with a friend’s grandpa back in the 1960s.
Ha, clearly you’re getting the same commercials I am.
Also I wish I had you on gchat, because nobody in this room gives a shit what’s going on.
what is it about ellipses
whatisanipomoea:
gradschoolshiz:
that makes them so attractive to terrifyingly not stable people posting on the internet?
I think the rough breakdown of ellipsis use on internet forums is as follows:
5% appropriate, grammatical use
10% casual, context-appropriate use that the MLA might not condone but I do
15% gif captions
70% crazypants dangerous people typing their version of normal...
Incomplete thought
frageelay:
So many of us are walking around, looking normal/lovely/rugged/put-together, when once upon a time, an unthinkable tragedy once threatened to slice us open. But we get up, cry in the shower, get dressed, care for others, do for others, write checks, hit the gym, walk the dog. We go on. The world spins madly on.
And still, the sun sets magnificently every day over this same city....
December 2010
4 posts
Have you ever wanted to name your hypothetical...
whatisanipomoea:
notsodarling02:
allyourlovearebelongtome:
Because I always wanted my son’s middle name to be Atticus. Not his first name, though, because I wouldn’t want him to get beat up on the playground.
Those kids would obviously have no idea what a cool name Atticus is. I love that name.
Remember The California Diaries? I always liked the name Amalia because of them.
...
Pride and Prejudice and Facepalm
ipomoea:
ladylaurasaurus:
b-h-b-:
Damn it. DO NOT CELEBRATE JANE AUSTEN’S BIRTHDAY BY PUSHING SHITTY NEW ROMANCE THAT STEALS HER CHARACTERS!
I HATE JANE AUSTEN “SEQUELS”!
WRITE YOUR OWN DAMN CHARACTERS!
JUST BECAUSE THE COPYRIGHT HAS RUN OUT, DOESN’T MEAN IT’S OKAY TO STEAL OTHER AUTHORS’ WORK!
GAH!!
GAHHFHFUHDFJF KI U8R8FUITJU IGJUIJU I8JU
The worst one I ever saw?
...
I’ve been quiet online. The specter of self-censorship has teamed up with the ghost of having once had something to say, and I’ve stopped tweeting, stopped posting much, stopped posting to facebook. My interaction online has stepped back into a timid, tentative habit of ‘liking’ and commenting mildly. And yet these spaces still feel like an important part of my world; it...
November 2010
3 posts
ipomoea:
Also? If any people who work in a professorial capacity could help with this one: the AWOL groupmate sent our prof an e-mail explaining that she was having a hard time uploading/processing our presentation, and that the only reason things were late was because of her, so please don’t penalize us. Should the rest of my group also e-mail our prof now and explain the current situation...
Fact:
This awful week has been capped by a haywire recruiting professional who has now sent me more rejections than jobs I applied for.
Can we be done now?
When I catch today by itself in an alley
ipomoea:
I’m going to beat it to a pulp with a lead pipe and then spit on it.
Reblogged for TRUF.
October 2010
3 posts
This morning
ipomoea:
msavignon:
looseteef:
I called into the WNYC pledge drive and made a donation and after the drive worker took all my information, she asked, “Do you have any comments or suggestions?” and I wish I could pretend I responded with a gracious, “No, you guys are doing a great job.” Instead, I blurted out, “I fucking hate Jonathan Schwartz and eight hours of him a weekend is like twelve...
Sometimes all I want in the world is to be back in...
But I can’t totally figure out whether it’s just demented nostalgia or, like, a “calling.”
September 2010
2 posts
so I didn’t get a thing that I really wanted.
also I’m exhausted and a little weepy. Boo.
August 2010
6 posts
this is a whispery post
sometimes my biggest fear is that concision isn’t worth anything; that long-winded, meaningless jargon wins most of the time; that obfuscation takes the disgusting money-cake.
REVISE AND RESUBMIT.
(bitches.)
“August is Banish Your Superstitions Month, Cancerian. To celebrate this...”
– Rob Brezny
Sometimes Free Will Astrology is batshit-crazily spot-on. Chronic anxiety has been the name of the game up in here lately.
sometimes I get ambitious
and decide I want to look all “awake” and “alive” on Monday morning, so I put on makeup.
and then promptly forget and spend the rest of my day trying to rub the offending gunk off my eyes cause it feels weird…which result in more of an “abused” or “strung out” look. Which, let’s be honest, fits Monday better anyways.
Twenty! bucks! for the business and career books I was tired of looking at, plus three or four novels I was clearly never going to read and Stitch n’ Bitch Nation (let’s be honest, the patterns were pretty ’90s).
Now I am trying to decide if I have any other books I don’t want to look at, because $20 is actual money and also there isn’t even room on my shelves for...
“…we were still close to the age when one believes one creates what one...”
– Lydia Davis’s translation of Swann’s Way (pg. 92)
July 2010
8 posts
seriously, how is this even a thing?
me: i hate that it's even a thing that i have to have conversations with beauty-people about not removing too much of my eyebrows in the pursuit of femininity.
the boy: i like your eyebrows
me: yeah, well, they are slightly less my eyebrows now because i forgot to forcefully remind her to leave them 97% alone.
they will be fine soon, but yuck
me: anyways, the wattage of my sarcastic eyebrow-raise will be dimmed for the next 3-5 weeks. i recommend getting your shenanigans in while you can.
the boy: oh they will be gotten in.
clientsfromhell:
Client: “Yes but it’s not moving when I move the mouse. I’m using a mousepad and everything!”
Me: “Look underneath the mouse. Does it have a ball or a light?”
Client: “Underneath? The ball is on top!”
Me: “Please turn the mouse right-side-up, so the ball is facing the ground.”
Grandma did something like this once, except the mouse was backwards. She was overthinking it (but...
you know what? I turn 25 at the end of this week, and I’m going to count it as an accomplishment of my advanced age that I have outgrown all shame about the restorative joy I get from listening to Tik Tok.
I WAKE UP IN THE MORNIN FEELIN LIKE P DIDDY, bitches.
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“Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity.”
– T.S. Eliot (via sometimesagreatnotion)
This morning, I turned in my registration and payment for a three-week summer dance intensive. I’m doing the technique (not the choreography), and I put myself in the Intermediate level, which—especially at this studio—is basically guaranteed to kick my butt.
I’m SO EXCITED. I miss that feeling after hard intensive rehearsals, I miss the pain of muscles learning new...
1 tag
June 2010
10 posts
I think I did something wrong
ipomoea:
I ran for a ball in the first inning of the game tonight and I think I tore something or strained something in each thigh. I have to lift them by hand, but I can still walk. I iced and then applied heat and four ibuprofen. I have an all-day on-my-feet temp job tomorrow in new shoes. I AM AN IDIOT.
Oh no! I didn’t go today because my right hip hurts on every other step. Take a...
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note to self:
i do not take “free work.”
i do not take it in a pinch, i do not take it for an inch.
i do not take it to save a cat, i do not take it to save a bat.
i do not take it from my boss, i do not take it if you’re cross.
i do not take it any way.
wooden boats and the "working" class
I don’t remember the context of the conversation, but I think it came after talking to someone who’d spent however long (a month? six months? a year?) building a boat at the Port Townsend Wooden Boat school. Which is of course very cool and I’m sure it’s a lovely organization, but what I remember is the slight scorn in my dad’s voice as he talked about those people.
...
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sometimes he does this thing where he raises his arms to the ceiling, fingers outstretched, and pretends he’s flying.
he raised his arms, Superman-style-but-lying-down, and started steering. his arms moved slightly and together up and up and then slightly to the right and almost-imperceptibly down again. ssshhhhhhhh whhhhssshhhhh, he said, and then (as an aside): “that was a...
in which Lady Gaga’s latest video is actually... →
I wrote this thing. It’s pretty silly.
you guys i finally started drafting my critical...
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viafrank:
Hard Life, Bonnie “Prince” Billy
“I...
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in a very unsports-like fashion
ipomoea:
I am praying we don’t play tonight.
a) it’s raining
b) I want to take a bath instead
c) currently, not enough women will be playing to field a team— only two of us.
I’m going! But also hoping it rains, because I’m so tired I think I could sleep for a week, which means that if I do catch the ball, it’s likely to be with my forehead instead of my glove.