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Jan. 21st, 2009

  • 3:39 AM

"And yet, as I stand here tonight, what gives me the greatest hope of all is not the stone and marble that surrounds us today, but what fills the spaces in between. It is you - Americans of every race and region and station who came here because you believe in what this country can be and because you want to help us get there. It is the same thing that gave me hope from the day we began this campaign for the presidency nearly two years ago; a belief that if we could just recognize ourselves in one another and bring everyone together - Democrats, Republicans, and Independents; Latino, Asian, and Native American; black and white, gay and straight, disabled and not - then not only would we restore hope and opportunity in places that yearned for both, but maybe, just maybe, we might perfect our union in the process.This is what I believed, but you made this belief real. You proved once more that people who love this country can change it. And as I prepare to assume the presidency, yours are the voices I will take with me every day I walk into that Oval Office - the voices of men and women who have different stories but hold common hopes; who ask only for what was promised us as Americans - that we might make of our lives what we will and see our children climb higher than we did."

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Jan. 20th, 2009

  • 1:53 PM

Most of my adult life has been under the fog of the outgoing administration. Today, I sat in a cafe with three Egyptians, an Iranian, and three national guardsmen coming from Iowa and watched the inauguration of the first president in my lifetime who makes me proud to be American.

I didn't brave the crowd and the cold to stand on the mall, but I feel no less a part of this day. It is a great day for my country.

Pesky Phrase

  • Dec. 5th, 2008 at 12:46 PM
magritte
Hi Everyone,

I've seemed to have forgotten that phrase that means "to pull the wool over someone's eyes" or otherwise cook the books so that you appear to be doing what you're supposed to but it's actually just a facade. It usually used in reference to "apparatchicki" I think.

EX: The bureaucrats falsified documents to pull the wool over the administrator's eyes, so that they would continue to be paid more than their staff.

Thanks!

Human Development Index

  • Oct. 7th, 2008 at 3:15 PM

By US STATE

Rank  ↓ State  ↓ Human Development Index  ↓
1 Connecticut 6.37
2 Massachusetts 6.27
3 New Jersey 6.14
4 District of Columbia 6.14
5 Maryland 5.99
6 Hawaii 5.82
7 New York 5.81
8 New Hampshire 5.80
9 Minnesota 5.72
10 Rhode Island 5.72
11 California 5.62
12 Colorado 5.59
13 Virginia 5.56
14 Illinois 5.42
15 Vermont 5.42
16 Washington 5.41
17 Alaska 5.35
18 Delaware 5.22
19 Wisconsin 5.20
20 Michigan 5.13
21 Iowa 5.03
22 Pennsylvania 5.03
23 Nebraska 5.00
24 Florida 4.96
25 Kansas 4.93
26 Arizona 4.90
27 North Dakota 4.90
28 Oregon 4.90
29 Maine 4.86
30 Utah 4.86
31 Ohio 4.79
32 Georgia 4.74
33 Indiana 4.64
34 North Carolina 4.61
35 Texas 4.57
36 Missouri 4.54
37 Nevada 4.54
38 South Dakota 4.53
39 Wyoming 4.53
40 New Mexico 4.49
41 Idaho 4.37
42 Montana 4.34
43 South Carolina 4.27
44 Kentucky 4.12
45 Tennessee 4.10
46 Oklahoma 4.02
47 Alabama 3.98
48 Arkansas 3.86
49 Louisiana 3.85
  West Virginia 3.84
  Mississippi 3.58

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So

  • Sep. 14th, 2008 at 7:27 PM

First of all, I want to encourage you to donate to the red cross for hurricane relief. Second, I want you to watch this Tina Fey SNL video.
http://nbc.com/Saturday_Night_Live/video/clips/palin-hillary-open/656281/#share_content

Currently

  • Aug. 7th, 2008 at 10:41 PM

This weekend: Packing

Next week: Interview on monday, Last week at work.

Next weekend: MOVING.

21-22- Graduate orientation

25- ENDCOMING. Otherwise known as the first day of AU classes. I have to locate rooms, figure out transport, and buy books and school supplies. I've forgotten how to be organized. Ah well, it can't be worse than all the other things I've lived through. I'm just hoping to find my motivation. Generally these days it's lied in ways to avoid full time work as long as possible.

Jul. 6th, 2008

  • 10:56 PM

I can't imagine how life will look six months from now. I couldn't have imagined six months ago what life has brought me now. I wade through my neuroses and build a life out of oragami; always folding, never gluing, perhaps some discreet tape on the inside if I'm feeling a little unsure. If I can just live pushing the sides of this envelope, I think that regardless of the outcome, it will be counted as a success.

bits from Wikipedia- About DC

  • Jun. 5th, 2008 at 4:41 PM

If Washington, D.C. were a state, it would rank last in area (behind Rhode Island), second to last in population (ahead of Wyoming), first in population density, 35th in gross state product, and first in percentage of African Americans, which would make Washington, D.C. a minority-majority state.


The exact site for the city was chosen by George Washington and it was named in his honor on September 9, 1791.[6] Out of modesty, President Washington never referred to the city as such; he preferred to call it "the Federal City" instead

Washington has a humid subtropical climate (Köppen climate classification: Cfa). Its climate is typical of Mid-Atlantic U.S. areas removed from bodies of water, with four distinct seasons.

Oct. 30th, 2005

  • 11:32 AM

I have a lot to write about but no time to write it. I have already exceeded my 30 min computer time.
Life is good, the trees are full of fall leaves, I got to try homemade wine last night with 5 ukrainians my age. Always good to hang out with people your own age. They were all very sweet, even watching after greg when he went to pee in the woods.
Anyway, I'm off to run around kiev.

Sep. 30th, 2005

  • 8:02 AM

studying stones
i am out here studying stones
trying to learn to be less alive
using all of my will
to keep very still
still even on the inside
i've cut all of the pertinent wires
so my eyes can't make that connection
i am holding my breath
i am feigning my death
when i'm looking in your direction

'course numb is an old hat
old as my oldest memories
see that one's my mother
and that one's my father
and that one in the hat, that's me
it's a skill i'd hoped to abandon
when i got out on the open road
but any more pent up emotion
and i think i'm gonna explode

there's never been an endeavor so strange
as trying to slow the blood in my veins
to keep my face blank
as a stone that just sank
until not a ripple remains
i am high above the tree line
sitting cross legged on the ground
when all of the forbidden fruit has fallen and rotted
that's when i'm gonna come down

'course numb is an old hat
old as my oldest memories
see that one's my mother
and that one's my father
and that one in the hat, that's me
it's a skill i'd hoped to abandon
when i got out on the open road
but any more pent up emotion
and i think i'm gonna explode

ani difranco

Going Away Dinners

  • Sep. 25th, 2005 at 11:17 PM
me
This weekend was one of the strangest in ages. There were a lot of final goodbyes and family duties to be performed. I went to a german restaurant with my grandparents- that was literally in the middle of nowhere- by the little sahara state park, which is famous for dunes. Yes, there are dunes in oklahoma. It was also 92F all weekend. I hate heat. My dad had two glasses of Oktoberfest beer, which was *bright*. It was like lemon wheat beer. My grandfather gave me a graduation check... because I guess he forgot he already gave me one in may. I make no complaints though, seeing how I am broke broke broke.

Then- I spent the weekend cleaning the neglected house and despiderfying the bathroom before I could take a shower. My grandmother confused me with her previous caretaker and started ordering me around like a maid. No wonder she can't keep anyone around, if she insists on behaving like an elderly debutant when someone gets her a cup of coffee. It really was ridiculous, and it was all I could do not to tell her to get it her damn self.

And- My aunt taught me to crochet, finally. I have pretty blue yarn to practice on and when I am sober I intend to make a headband. It's small and not too intimidating.

Tonight I went to dinner with my family in OKC and had probably one of the top three best meals of my life. For 8 people the cost was about about a month's rent at my uni apartment. It was INTENSE though. We had a fruit and cheese plate, fried calamari, and potato wedges drizzled in rosemary oil for appetizer. My mom had a coffee and black pepper encrusted steak while I had a medium rare, sashimi grade tuna steak on sauteed greens with an apricot sauce.
I had a martini, extra vermouth, on the rocks while Bethany had a cosmo and Kristi my sister-in-law had an amaretto sour. We also ordered a Honig Savingon Blanc and a Little Penguin Australian Shiraz. I'm still a bit tipsy.
Even aunt myrtle who is recovering from chemotherapy could taste the amazing chocolate gateau we had for dessert. I had a cafe ole' instead of port wine, and we all shared the chocolate cream tort and a creme brulee. It was enough to make a girl want to buy a mini blowtorch.

Sep. 19th, 2005

  • 12:06 PM

This journal is going friends only.

Sep. 16th, 2005

  • 4:26 PM

The GRE is over. I have spent the rest of the afternoon staring into space. I did as I expected, no better, no worse. I have an overwhelming need to drink.
The part that sucked the most is that they put way more math than verbal on the test. 20 min of math, 20 min of verbal, and then another fking 20 min of math! And the second part wasn't multiple choice! I had to calculate things. *shudder*
I am meeting a ukrainian girl for dinner tonight and then I'm going to a wedding tommorow. Then - lake talequah. It will be my last lake trip in Ok. (Unless you count my dad's house, which has a lake of sorts. )

I can't decide if I want wine or water or coffee. Maybe I'll add brandy to my coffee and start packing for the lake. I'll be back sunday night with a bit of a sunburn and hopefully a new post-GRE reality.

from nytimes.com

  • Sep. 15th, 2005 at 1:40 PM



Yulia Tymoshenko- newly fired Ukrainian prime minister.  She gets away with fashion statements that would make american female politicians a laughing stock. (or maybe a cause for jealously- also detrimental- but I guess ann coulter tries to pull it off, so whatever.)
I think the braid is meant to do something to the collective unconcious of the Uk.people. It's very. peasant girl. I'm pretty impressed though.
http://www.nytimes.com/2005/09/10/international/europe/10ukraine.html

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Sep. 15th, 2005

  • 12:03 AM

You are all bad bad people for not posting more. Except for [info]quibnfib. Everyone else: I'm boooorrreed!!
/whine

The real matter is that I read LJ between studying for the GRE. The most obnoxious thing about it is I do badly on the questions I should do well on, because they make me impatient. Who decided it was a good idea to have a reading comprehension question about substratified layers and how to find oil in them????!! Do I LOOK like an engineer. NO, look at my math score and you will see that I am not. So stop integrating! Make the verbal about reading and writing and the Quantitative about math, charts, and science. *sniffle*
Bastards. Why can't they leave me with what I am good at for once.
I hate math. It's mind numbing. At least algebra, geometry and arithmatic is. Stats is a little better, and basic accounting. Because there is a PURPOSE that directly relates to my LIFE.
AT least there is a writing section added so I can do well on that.

The key to doing well in my case I think is to guess well on the math section, don't freak out, and have patience. I must not freak out. I do well on tests because I don't f'ing care for the most part. I am a valueable person. I am not my gpa. I am not my gre score. I am not my fucking khakis.
cept I dont really have khaki's but whatever.

Ok, now that my blood pressure is off the charts, I'm going to make a phone call and vegitate in front of the tv.


end of bitching.

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Why I got a Russian degree.

  • Sep. 12th, 2005 at 1:38 PM
me




- Freshman year: I declared a degree in Letters, which is like pre-law.
- I was afraid of the syntax class in linguistics.
- I hate math.I will declare any major that requires no math!
- Sociology. The texts were written in the most obnoxious obfuscating language I had ever seen. I love sociology because it makes you examine human interactions in a analytical way. Anthropology too. Very interesting classes. Job outlook: poor.

- Political Science: Too depressing.

-Philosophy: Jump into the logic hole, jump out again. in,out,in,out. ahhh! Thinking in circles is for late night debate sessions with a friend,not for class.

- English: I can analyze texts with the best of them. I love literature. I hate having to read without enjoyment. Also, The Department was evil. They were constantly making people jump through hoops so it wouldn't seem like an 'easy' program.

-I took russian. I wasn't very good at it. Mostly because I was 18 and not very good at the school thing. Loved learning, hated deadlines.

--- Ahhh, Dr. J. The woman can lecture. She enticed us in with promises of study abroad and bizarre post-communist realities. And Dostoevsky. And we said "yes, I want to declare a russian degree". Then we were in it together. You just can't abandon the mates that suffered through genitive plural and imperfective verbs with you.

-Then I was in russia, actually learning a lot for the first time. Finally my language was improving and it became a reality and not just a play language. My group mates and I bonded, and fought like relatives. 8 people who had nothing really in common... became really codpendent.I still feel like I need to count before getting on a train... (are we all here?) We were all very strange and intellectual, because normal people... they take spanish. We had our type A personalities- overachievers, a couple neurotics- and our anti-authoritarian activists. I fit into the latter pretty well, though I learned a lot from the former. I had to work harder because they set the curve so high.

-Then I got back, and I only needed 26 hours to graduate. And the dreaded math. So? I got a russian degree. I didn't really try, it just sort of happened.
I now know entirely too much about the life of Pushkin, the variety of ways you can cook potatoes and cabbage, and the darkness of Totalitarianism. I have mental images taken from the first hand accounts of the starvation and death in the Seige of Leningrad and an entirely new sense of what desperation really means.
I learned a lot in my degree program, but nothing that really seems to relay into an "academic" area.. I guess a BA is more often than not an excercise in Realities.

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