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Thanks Belief-o-Matic!This test was all the rage when I was in seminary; at least for a couple of months. I remember taking it and thinking meticulously through each question and what it really meant to respond to answers about the nature of god, divinity, humanity, and creation. Painstaking consideration went into every answer. The result: 100% Reform Judaism.WHAT!?!? Uhm- I'm clergy. I

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Smells like toe-funk, tastes like chocolate. Well, "smells like toe-funk, and it turns your milk brown, too!" is probably a more honest descriptor. Just opened up a box for some sugary breakfast, and thought that it smelled like toe funk.. I'm eating it right now.

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Probably not soon, but who knows? That depends on circumstances that I have decided to relinquish and give over to the universe.Remember Cinderella? Ok, I don't. I mean, I think I do, but I'm fairly certain that I have something wrong. So, remember when Cinderella lost her glass slipper, and she put out the ad that said she would marry whoever could bring it to her, and the prince showed up...Ahh

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10. Let's stay in and eat out.9. I'm vegan.8. Have you seen (insert obscure indie foreign film)?7. I have a cat.6. I don't care what anyone says, Tevas still look great!5. What do you think of my new haircut?4. I'm torn, should I get a Prius or an Outback?3. Obama, blah, blah, blah...2. My roommate (lease), blah, blah, blah... so I think it makes more sense to just move in with you.1. You know I

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And I need money. So, while he was jumping my battery for me, I told him that I can help him out from time to time. "What can you do?"[uhm...panic! think quick brains!!]"Oh, I paint and lay tile."[Nice work brains!!!]It's true, actually. I have done those things. I've done them rehabbing houses even. I've ripped out and replaced sinks. I've hung doors. Laid down hardwood. I do it all

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So- I didn't get much done today. Or yesterday. Or the day before that. Or, ... It's been awhile since I've done anything. I did learn that I need to buy a new car today. I learned that when my car wouldn't start. No big deal if your car won't start. No big whoop. But, my car started just fine after being parked in the snow for a month; started right up. Sat there for a month, and a 8 inches

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-52404271030697157862009-01-09T13:49:00.000-08:002009-01-09T14:23:04.381-08:00

You know, the gross ones! The "nasty-asses" of the world. The ones that you tell stories about, that leave you with a grimace on your face, as everyone around you stands aghast and says,"Eww, why the fuck would anyone DO that!?!?" THAT person is me.Now, let me tell you. I never intended to be that person. I've been just as grossed out by them as the next person. In fact, I have an incredibly weak

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I don't want to read a book with moldy pages.I don't even want to touch it!Won't I die from inhaling the spores or something? I think I saw that on the Discovery Channel.

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This needs to be recorded somewhere so that I can look back years from now and, with help, piece together where my sanity went.So, this weekend? I went to a conference. Perhaps better said, I decided not to go to a conference because I had pressing deadlines that I may not meet, so I decided to stay. Then was told that the demands on my time would be reduced to accommodate my needs, so with an

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1.) Women in the sciences have small breasts. I don't know why it is, I just know that it is. Women in the sciences that require them to do math and work with equations all day long- small breasts. I think it's a developmental capacity problem. During during pubescent stages, our pituitary gland can either funnel breast fat production, or the complex neural networks required for higher order

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-28743592962313853522008-09-04T05:33:00.000-07:002008-09-04T05:38:30.298-07:00

I just got an e-mail from Amazon. I didn't realize that they did that.They had some recommendations for me. and a book on economics. OMG! You're worse than my dad, Amazon! I'll dress better and figure out how to make money. Christ!

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I'm not one. But, I was amused by how many I saw during Palin's speech. Well, I saw one. But, I saw him over and over again! Then at the end I saw the other one in the dome. I was most amused by the Black man who was all geeked up over the country music entertainment that followed her speech.More could be said, but it's the same old same old. (I think that she looks a little like Tina Fey.)

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I'm no fan of alternate side parking. No fan! As a student living on 5 figures (it's in the teens, but it's a solid 5), I prefer to drive as little as possible. For now, I like to ride my bike; later it will have to be public trans.What that means though is that I'm tied to my car, as though it's a weight around my neck. Every day at 6pm I need to move my car from one side of the street to

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-28022802140527163042008-09-03T03:59:00.000-07:002008-09-04T01:18:03.526-07:00

You can't be serious. Are you serious? Are you using "Southern" pejoratively, as though it were a slur? Are you serious? You have disdain for Southerners? REALLY?That is so absurd. Why? Why do people think Southerners are... whatever the hell they think we are? No one yet has said what it is; the source and nature of the frustration is implied through the sardonic tone. I mean "Southern" is

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I have just decided that I am addicted to banana peppers and feta cheese. Banana peppers I've snacked on for a long time, but feta? I haven't had need to have it in my house until this week. I NEED feta! I think it goes well with anything:Boca BurgerChicken PattyOmeletSausage & PeppersChicken SaladsSoupsThe list goes on ad infinitum! No one in my family likes either banana peppers or feta

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I got health insurance today!!!Ooo yeah! ooOH yeah!Now I can finally go to the doctor to make sure that I'm not dying of cancer. I don't think I am. i mean, I don't feel at all cancery, but I've got a "rapid proliferation of cells" that's got me nervous. I learned that phrase in Freshman biology; it makes cancer so much more discussable."We'll ma'am, you have some fast-growing cells... well,

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And, I may in fact be lonely from time to time. But, this loneliness is new. I woke up this morning and felt utterly alone, as though I hadn't seen people in weeks; holed up in some office reading papers and writing my responses to them for class discussions.But, the reality is that I have seen people. And, not just in my classes either. In the last two weeks, I've gone out dancing 4 times (with

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I like it.I have one more class to select for this term. I've been agonizing over this decision; I suppose in the same way I agonized over ...Wait a minute! Joe Biden???He selected Joe Biden!!!What the fuck?Hmmm... I've got a few things to think about.

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Let's say you go to church, and they're giving out ice cream and fudgesicles:You're still lactose intolerant.When am I gonna learn?My stomach...

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In fact, it's the earliest career that I recall having my heart fixed upon. For years I wanted to be a lawyer. From second or third grade I was fairly committed to being a lawyer. Then, all of a sudden one day I came home as a fifth grader and told my parents that I didn't want to be a lawyer anymore.My dad took it kinda hard. In fact, from time to time he still reminds me of the days when I

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I need to change my relationship to food.That's not new information. It's not even new to me. But, it certainly is frustrating in new and endless ways. I haven't had food in my fridge that didn't come out of a styrofoam container for a few weeks. Last night, around 8, I had a craving for some of my own cooking.So, I hopped in my car and drove down to the super-cool/everyone's favorite grocery

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The nouns I mean; persons, places, and things.I spent a lot of time thinking about what it means to call someone or something "dumb" a few years ago. I say that things are dumb a lot. (I can't remember if I've written about this already. I feel like I have. Hmmm...)So, when people call something "dumb" or "stupid", all they are actually saying is that they would have preferred that you'd done it

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I feel compelled to buy shoes, like a crack addict feels compelled to sell AA batteries. I can't help myself, it's as if a power beyond my comprehension is guiding my actions. When you count them up my shoes usually number somewhere in the 50's. I remember where I was when I bought each pair, the time that it took to make the decision, the factors that I considered, and what I hoped that having

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So, for most of my life I've thought that I have all of these random and absurd thoughts that just "come from nowhere!"One of the cool things I've learned by blogging is that my thoughts aren't random at all. In fact, there are reflective of what I've thought before, what's going on around me, and are by in large extensions of previous thinking.Soup nazi- seems like something totally random,

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Let's also say that you just started your period, and you're all bloated all feeling like shit.Bad time to try a peppermint mocha. I don't care how good it looks in the picture- Bad idea!Stupid body!Why do I have a dinner date tonight?Jumpin' Jesus on a pogo stick! I gotta learn to take better care of myself. (Either that, or get a girlfriend who's overly maternal 3 days a month, AND knows when

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So, I have a paper to work on and now that I'm all hooked up (I've got my ID babay!!), I figured that I would get some work done on campus.So, I got my hot drugs from Starbucks, and got directions down to the computer lab. And, as soon as I open the door I realized, "Oh! This is where all of the outdated and donated resources go on campus."School of Education!Go check it out at your local

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Let's not mince words.I don't pay attention. A lot of the time it looks like I'm listening, very much like I'm listening. I'm not. I have fairly slow auditory memory decay, so I can pull up the last point that was made and infer like nobody's business, but I'm often not listening.My best friend from high school once pointed out that when I look most pensive and contemplative is when I'm replaying

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I refuse to believe that you take yourself that seriously. It's ridiculous! It's so ridiculous that I have to pronounce the word differently, and expect Snape to come out of a closet wearing Neville's grandmother's dress. (I found Alan Rickman curiously sexy after that movie. Note to self: get some counseling.)So, here I am on campus, in the Student Identification issuing office attempting to

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Weight oppressive? I'm so ____ist that I don't even know the word for it!So, my metabolism is all screwy, and my medication has changed recently; leaving me exhausted. Certainly, there is enough going on in my life to leave any healthy black lesbian exhausted, but my fatigue is exacerbated by these changes as well.So, as my energy diminishes, I have been craving raw sugar. HARD!I couldn't figure

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I have really high standards, but I've been working on that. I have unattainable standards, but I've been trying to cut myself some slack. heading into this degree program i have made a commitment to myself that i will not seek perfection. i almost made a banner to put on my wall: "Perfection is NOT the goal!!" it was going to go right above my desk.perfection-seeking means that i'm not actually

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I just went to go grab some diner. I saw one of the cooks while I was paying, and he said that I have beautiful eyes. It turned into a few compliments, and I didn't take a single one personally; assuming that he said the same thing to virtually every customer that he sees.Right? Flatter a woman, make her feel good, and she's more likely to patronize your establishmement.Okay, yeah sure, thanks.I

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I don't do well with pretense. I've been working really hard to rid myself of pretense for abut 10 years. Really hard at first, now- I just kinda act habitually. But, I notice when it tries to rear its ugly head.Pretense reminds me of Tim'm poetry. There was one that talked about passing. I don't recall the lead, but most likely some allusion to racial passing and the costs paid by those who try

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"One of the biggest problems is judging policies and programs by their intentions, rather than their results."- Milton FriedmanI was watching a video of Phil Donahue interviewing Milton Friedman (hmm... note to self: start finding "cool shit" to do with my time.), and in the middle, Friedman drops this gem of a quote. It was one of those instances where a person asks a question, and rather than

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OMG! Really!?!Really, lady? Really?I'm on the plane. I just boarded, and I'm on my way home. It's late. I'm tired. And, I have all of my sleeping supplies in place.Travel pillow? -check-Hoodie? -check-Skull cap that covers my eyes? -check-Window seat with a wall to sleep on? -And...check!-Just as I start to slip off into the world of regenerative sleep I hear it, the sound of middle

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I was talking on the phone last night. So, phone in one hand. Phone in my dominant, right hand to be precise, leaving my non-dominant, nearly feeble, dexterity of a 3-year old left hand as my primary tool to negotiate any problems/needs that should arise.Trusty Lefty. Sometimes she takes on more than she can manage though...So, there in the hotel room, chatting on the phone, chugging water,

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So, here I am back home and among the list of things to make sure I get done is have sushi. Yeung's sushi! The best sushi in the known world!!since I have moved, I have pined for this sushi like the pretty woman who broke up with me. Unabashed, unashamed, I long for Yeung's sushi!!So, I went back and ordered the spicy tuna and a Godzilla roll."Hey! This is just regular old sushi!" It's good, but

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Cerebral cortex.Frontal Lobes.Seat of cognition.Responsible for higher order, and abstract thinking.I have brain damage.It came from a car accident several years ago. Initially the neuropsychologist thought it may be just bruising from a severe concussion. Nope. Lasting damage.When he closed out my file, or perhaps more appropriately, the last time I went to see him, he told me, "You're smart.

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I bought a bike yesterday!!I feel like I'm in third grade again, riding like the wind! I've had a rough time with this move. Some parts are great, and some parts are kicking my ass. I went for a bike ride with a friend the other day, and it was hard for us to ride together. He was scared to ride in the street, and my roadie isn't built for sidewalks.Plus, when I think about commuting, I don't

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I have been in NY 5 days, count them, 5, and I have been pulled over twice by police officers. Never a ticket, never an explanation, I don't even drive a nice car.I do like to play my music loud though.You know who the police don't like? KRS-1. Those fuckers LOVE to pull you over and a shine bright ass lights in your face, call for back-up to surround your car and make you wait while they run

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I went for a run today. "Uhm ouch!" said my knees."It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you..." said my cartilage.So, I went for a run, I came home and cooked for the first time in my new apartment. You learn lots of little things when you cook for the first time in a new place. Things like, "how the fuck did I move and not pack my plates? Where the fuck are my plates? Gladware? Do

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She lives beneath me. I think that she's kinda cute, and she has really good energy (whatever that means. I think it's what you say when you don't actually know enough about a person to list their attributes that you find attractive, so you have a conversation about "energy"; who could argue with "energy"?). I once had a friend tell me that I had "very clean energy" or maybe it was a "very clean

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FUCK YOU IKEA! FUCK YOU!Yes, you, with your no word picture diagrams that make you think that the fucking holes on your furniture line up, but you don't know until you're done that they don't and you have no idea why shit isn't working so the only thing to do is grab a hammer and smack the fuck out of it. Ikea, fuck you.Fuck your little associates and their yellow shirts who tell you things

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Rented my moving truck the other day. Okay, first off, who's the fucking genius that designed a truck that only gets 5 mpg? Thanks for that piece of mechanical engineering Ford! (I was thinking that calling someone Ford would be the mechanical engineering equivalent of calling someone Einstein, but then I remembered that the truck was indeed produced by Ford Motor Company. I guess that makes it a

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I ate expired meat just now.I don't mean, "Oh... well, it expired yesterday, so it should be okay" expired meat. Oh no!! I'm talking, "Wait a minute! What's today's date? This expired on the 5th" expired meat. WELL past the expiration date.Yeah, it is pretty fucking gross to eat expired meat, and I honestly don't think that I've done it before.Here's my logic:"Ah shit! This is expired!?!

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Let's call it a 24-hour virus. You know, because I saw The Secret. From nowhere! Fucking nowhere, I came down with something today. I had lunch with a friend, went to a coffee shop to read a book. Felt a tickle in my throat. Two hours later, had a sore throat and achy muscles.At this point my whole body is achy, I'm exhausted, and my throat is so scratchy that it hurts to talk.Doubled up on

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I have student health insurance. The RN at the clinic told me that it was the most useless insurance that she has ever seen in her life, and the strangle-hold that the insurance company has on students kept bringing up mafia references for her.1.) The only place that your insurance covers you is the student health clinic (which is free even if you don't have the insurance), other than that you're

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I've listened to this call three or four times.I had a strange encounter with a guy in a coffee shop a few months ago, and it made me think about Neil Strauss' book on pick up artists, so a few weeks later I saw the book in a bookstore, picked it up and read it.Turns out to be a fairly good read. What I found most interesting, and there was a lot that was intriguing in the book, was that there

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-20584730628771973862008-07-04T12:02:00.000-07:002009-01-09T14:50:55.973-08:00

Yup. I do them. I need to learn to stop, and CLEARLY I have some shit to work out on my end, but I will go out on a date with you, knowing that I don't like you simply because it's rude to say no, and I don't want you to feel bad about yourself.Pity dates. Who wins with this dumb shit?I blame my mom. (She takes the blame for so much bullshit. ...probably because so much of what's wrong in my life

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-63595768992776086522008-07-04T08:55:00.000-07:002008-07-04T09:19:05.157-07:00

Short Answer: Yes.Longer Answer: What the fuck is God?I had a date last night, and over mojitos, which are proof that God exists (mmm!), she asked me about my educational history. It's strange, but you can trace my developmental path and the unfolding of who I am today by tracking my accumulation of degrees. The way that I assume some people reflect back and think about relationships or maybe

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-9772009864507470162008-06-26T15:17:00.000-07:002008-06-26T15:18:36.611-07:00

I don't know why I like it so much, I just know that I do.It makes me laugh.

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-40227241010489279672008-06-22T23:07:00.000-07:002008-06-23T08:44:22.544-07:00

I shouldn't have left you without a dope beat to step to. (I know Rakim says something different, but since 1988 I've thought that these would be better lyrics.)So, I haven't been here in awhile. Why? Racism. Sounds crazy, but succinct truth often is.There are lots of things that I don't like about racism, but for today, here's just one:I don't like the way that racism sets up Black people and

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-40115294082797296722008-06-18T19:24:00.000-07:002008-06-18T19:28:18.767-07:00

Went to a party.A gay guy invited me to take a shower with him.Does he think I'm sexy or stinky?Is that the gay man's equivalent of offering someone a stick of gum, or a tic-tac?

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-47862975534284048362008-06-14T12:42:00.000-07:002008-06-14T13:51:27.276-07:00

"Why weren't we able to transform our dreams into reality? Why didn't we succeed in creating a society where everyone could be free and fulfilled? Who is to blame?"It's a partial quote from the first installment of Pandora's Box, an Adam Curtis series I was checking out this morning. Some of his messaging I think is a little off, but let's be honest here: Pretty much, I ride Adam Curtis' jock.So,

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-15277297058693088822008-06-03T12:59:00.000-07:002008-06-03T13:25:12.288-07:00

I finally made it home this morning. I think around 11. I set up a trip with some friends to go to a natural rockslide that empties into a waterfall. That's the kinda shit my weary soul could use right now.The upside to coming back this morning was that I got to see one of my favorite people in the airport on her way out of town. So, I walked to her gate with her, and hung out while she

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-66447278747176262332008-06-02T19:35:00.000-07:002008-06-02T21:38:35.768-07:00

It's stuck in my head.I'm stuck at an airport. An appropriate bookend to this trip. On the last, and unnecessary (let's fly you south to then fly you north so that your ticket is a couple hundred dollars cheaper) leg of my journey home, I spent hours on the plane. I spent more time on the plane waiting than I spent in the air flying.I sat there while they had a mechanic trying to fix some

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-13877198227519002392008-05-31T15:40:00.000-07:002008-05-31T16:18:00.968-07:00

Yeah, you! Old White Christian Conservative Guy. Are you housing discriminating me? Because, I was told that you were desperate to fill this unit, and I was the first one here. I'm ready to sign, and I have a list of references in my left hand, and my security deposit in my right. Wait, what? You need to see if someone else wants the apartment? The unit is still available isn't it? So,

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-76076951403052918422008-05-30T21:52:00.000-07:002008-05-30T22:00:10.831-07:00

Well, not just now, but recently enough that I still feel like throwing up. I didn't punch myself in the stomach on purpose, in fact I was really fucking shocked that it happened. It kinda knocked the wind out of me, but mostly it made me want to throw up. It’s 6:28 am, I’m in the airport, and I don’t get to NY until 11:30, and I can’t eat anything before my plane takes off, because I punched

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-22841334915875387462008-05-28T17:31:00.000-07:002008-05-28T20:01:22.766-07:00

It honestly feels so 7th grade to call it a crush, but it makes me feel like I'm in 7th grade. I have a crush!!!She makes my heart go pitter-thump! Like it thumps so hard in my chest that I can't breathe. I can't remember my thoughts. I can't remember that I'm not boring, or that I have witty witticisms. I have a crush, and she makes me all redundant and shit, but I don't even care, because

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-9245126860072041632008-05-27T12:10:00.000-07:002008-05-27T12:29:43.062-07:00

I went for a run yesterday.I hurt my foot.Stupid Latin body parts!Stupid longus tendons!

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-59513824178802968062008-05-25T06:08:00.000-07:002008-05-27T12:33:50.106-07:00

Straight from the EBP site. This fucking site highlights just how cliche and stereotypical I really am. I used to love my fucking Top Siders. Anyway, this episode of the Boondocks reminded me of when BET was sold, and I started to talk to my family and friends about why I would never support BET from here forward.Funny.Personnel!!!! How are fuckin up Niggas money?

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-17043133338531295022008-05-24T18:41:00.000-07:002008-05-25T05:33:57.885-07:00

I have brown eyes. Regular, normal, run of the mill, right smack dab in the middle of an African-American phenotype- brown eyes.I don't wear contacts, (Oh, Susan, I know that I told you in an e-mail that I wear contacts. That was a joke. I have 20/15 vision. If you're not Susan, this will not make any sense to you. And, you will have a hard time coming up with a context wherein telling someone

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-7437579687664741212008-05-24T09:20:00.000-07:002008-08-22T19:03:00.652-07:00

Honestly, you don't. In the name of all that is holy, listen to me and spare yourself the agony.It's not because I'm unreasonable, or I'll push you beyond your limits. I'm not unreliable when you really need someone to show up, or even motivate you. As far as those qualities go, I'm top notch. Hell! I'm so good there, I could be a personal trainer. I'm fucking awesome.But, don't get sucked in!

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-27147246254446925002008-05-23T16:45:00.000-07:002008-05-24T04:12:11.103-07:00

Okay, here's something I don't understand.It just doesn't make sense to me.We've all sent or received e-mails with a signature. My e-mail signature is a quote from a book that I read in seminary. My favorite signature was a Howard Thurman quote from a fellow seminarian, "Don't ask what the world needs, rather ask what makes you feel more alive and do that. Because, that's what the world needs,

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-3711992551546558502008-05-22T15:45:00.000-07:002008-05-23T04:51:41.990-07:00

So, I made it back in to the gym to get some exercise today. But, first things first. I lost my badge. I've had it for all these months, and then with 6 weeks left to go I loose my badge? Fuck!!!Now, really, it's no big deal, but I have to pay to have it replaced. And, since so many people have lost their badges they have decided to make payment "punitive" rather than cost- effective. What the

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-26146660257188902192008-05-22T15:41:00.000-07:002008-05-24T04:48:04.089-07:00

I like to ride my bike. I love it, love it, love it!! It feels great to build up fatigue in your quads, and then 15 minutes later notice that you're going stronger and faster than ever. The wind is whipping in and around your ear-canal so fast that it sounds like you're in a wind tunnel. You have to turn your ipod up to max, because you're moving so fast that the wind is drowning out the music.I

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-6059076568533509872008-05-22T15:36:00.000-07:002009-01-03T18:35:02.740-08:00

Ok- so, I went to the gym today at work. Got my little workout on. Arms, legs, quads, traps, (I didn't necessarily work these muscle groups, but it feels like if I go to the gym I should be able to shout out some large muscle (glutes!), so that.)I had a good little workout, and went in to hit the showers. Now, what was striking about the locker room is that it was full of the same 6 women who

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-40997313494659414432008-05-12T20:21:00.000-07:002008-05-12T21:07:13.184-07:00

Looks like MARTA was sufficiently embarrassed to hunt down and arrest Souljagirl. (Yuuuuu!)Apparently, she's bipolar, and went off her meds. It's interesting to notice how this incident is being spun by different factions.Atlanta PD:Criminals will be caught, (expecially if you are poor and black) so don't break the law, because we will catch yo ass!MARTA:We will not tolerate these disruptions, (

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-36547073440034665752008-05-07T16:28:00.000-07:002008-05-07T16:38:10.501-07:00

I haven't exercised in about two months, and I haven't been able to figure out how to work regular exercise back into my life. So, today I got up early, and came into the gym at work to go for a run. (Great run!)So, after I'm done, I head to the showers, and there's some white lady blow drying her hair. But, she keeps looking at me in the mirror. (I'm behind her at the locker.) So, I get my bag,

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-33258281371189266862008-05-06T14:48:00.001-07:002008-05-07T17:35:26.698-07:00

Anybody Wanna See Young Geezy Kill George Bush, Shawty? YUUUUUUUUUU!!!!So, lots of thoughts, right? Initially, I thought it was some mental health stuff. But, clearly she is on that shit. I could write pages and pages on what I thought about as I watched this video, but it seemed like a better use of time to think about why things like this happen.Wanna know who I blame? I blame bad rap music and

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-43294627838296595352008-05-06T00:38:00.000-07:002008-05-06T00:41:55.126-07:00

Okay- I can't sleep. It's 3:39am, and I'm doing nothing productive. For the last hour I've been laughing at videos on YouTube and sending them out to people who are probably asleep right now. Lot's of shit makes me laugh, but this was straight to the point, and only took 4 seconds to get me there.It's just like a segment from the Muppet Show!

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-6013058782584122582008-05-05T20:24:00.000-07:002008-05-06T15:13:39.293-07:00

Remember those jokes when I was in 7th grade? I don't know where you were in life when they hit big, but I was in 7th grade. Also, I was in Germany, so we could be the same age, and they were the hotness in your life when you were in 5th grade. Who knows? So, back when I was in 7th grade and Faces of Death videos were the hotness, grosser than gross jokes hit big.Faces of Death: The one that

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Not every week, but most times some shit like this happened. Being in the pulpit of the Black church is advanced training in handling gaffes, obscenities, and interrupting escalating humiliation with grace and ease.One thing is for certain. Whoever the ministerial team may be, they talked about his ass over lunch that Sunday. Diminished mental capacity or not, his no-word-knowing-ass got

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-31110959972271795262008-05-03T12:20:00.000-07:002008-05-03T13:12:36.767-07:00

I'm not. Not even close. I like people. In fact, I love people. I love being around people, but I need some time alone to regenerate and re-member myself. Sometimes I get hyper-extended with my aspirations to connect with folks.I made some plans today to hang out with someone in the morning, and then go crank out a paper in a coffee shop, and then hang out with a friend, and then go dancing

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-63082940758941495642008-04-29T12:22:00.000-07:002008-04-29T12:43:45.794-07:00

I'm a little bit too old, and a little bit too female, and a little bit too homosexual, and a little bit too "something other than urban" for this to be meaningful to me. But, I'm kinda taken with the phrase, right? So, if you're a young strapping man and you want to say something that could be perceived as homo, but you don't want your friends to call you a homo, you say "no homo". OK.I think

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-65817737267667548472008-04-26T08:04:00.000-07:002008-04-27T07:10:51.019-07:00

Wow! That got all garbled up. Too bad I'm not invested enough to clean it up right now...Here is a list of the "Stuff" people like blogsstuff that white people likestuffblackpeoplelikestuff black people lovestuff educated black people like - I think I could of wrote a few about stuff black people like as I've been writing the black people quiz's. stuffghettopeoplelike -I fixed the link!

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-13401796727980282352008-04-25T15:46:00.000-07:002008-05-25T04:24:07.403-07:00

Twice?? Really, twice?So, I applied to some schools awhile back. My top choice was not the top ranked program of my options, but it was my top choice. They were the first to reject me, while other "better" programs enthusiastically accepted me, and put their money where their mouths are(?). Anyway, so I'm all geeked up about moving and going to school, and looking for housing, and making new

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-72305749797348803922008-04-24T19:29:00.001-07:002008-04-27T07:25:08.919-07:00

What-evah!!!You want ice cream? Ok.Mashed potatoes and jelly beans? Sure.Gravy? Just a cup of gravy? If that's what you want.Why should kids eat whatever they want? Well so that they can get these strange craving out of their systems and develop an appetite for healthy meals.What did I eat for dinner tonight? Cheerios! With dried raspberries, blueberries, and strawberries!!! MMMmmmmm-mHm!Here's

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-2643034911470797492008-04-24T18:51:00.000-07:002008-04-26T04:30:11.833-07:00

Uhm- cuz this one is!!I was chatting with someone earlier today about my thinking and experience being invited to facilitate other people's thinking about oppression. Oddly, it looks like the space where I have devoted the least amount of formal training/thinking is where I have the most impressive resume to go out and facilitate other people's thinking about oppression and

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-31809326332147056422008-04-22T17:14:00.000-07:002008-04-22T19:30:33.955-07:00

Oprah and the Occult!!This video makes me wonder who the political strategist is behind this campaign, because they are brilliant. The first thought I had when I started watching this was that Oprah may actually have more to contribute to the cause of liberation than I give her credit for. These first few statements are lifted right out of the womanist theologian's handbook for understanding

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-89382196073690825752008-04-22T15:44:00.000-07:002008-04-22T15:56:39.095-07:00

Matilda's back. I gave her her chair... [sigh](But I kept her back support pillow!!!!)Now, if she wants it back that's cool, I'm willing to give it to her. But, she's gonna have to ask me for it.And, then she's gonna have to get past me pretending like I don't understand what she's talking about.And, if she persists she's gonna have to negotiate me interrupting her to give her work to do. "Yeah,

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-7883268020665995452008-04-22T05:44:00.000-07:002008-04-26T04:21:39.386-07:00

It's true. We're all adults here. We can deal with this. I'm kinda sexy.How do I know? People tell me. Now, that in and of itself is not remarkable. It makes me giddy, but it's not remarkable. What is remarkable about my face cuteness? People screaming it from passing cars. Uhm- that's noteworthy, and thrilling enough for me to shoot my mom a text!So, sitting at a red light the woman in the next

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-84016048441661233462008-04-18T15:42:00.000-07:002008-04-18T16:31:48.154-07:00

So, I'm hanging out in a coffee shop sitting next to this strange guy who keeps leaning over to tell me the name of songs that are playing. White guy- wearing a soccer jersey, wool socks and grey trail running shoes. Odd.So, a few minutes ago he leaned over all excited and asked if i had ever seen something as he handed me his laptop. it was some green eco-environment that was for sale down in

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-63729087357170213602008-04-14T17:23:00.000-07:002008-04-15T09:31:00.975-07:00

Ok- I seem to be in a potty-humor low-brow mode, so why mess with the streak?So, there I am waiting on the elevator on my way to a function, and I'm running late. Doors open, I walk in, and "what's that smell? OMG! What is that god-awful smell?" I can't believe someone left this putrid funk in the elevator. And, just as I'm setting up in my mind that this must be the worst possible elevator

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-5196579425405900002008-04-13T14:33:00.000-07:002008-04-13T14:41:57.126-07:00

Things I'll do to avoid writing a paper:"You know, this old sweatshirt sure has a lot of little lintballs all over it. Maybe it would look better if I picked them all off?"What's worse than that?Noticing how absurd it is and stopping only to write a blog post about it.[sigh]It's really bad around the wrist. Maybe I'll just clean those up and finish up my assignment...

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-12164800365361373912008-04-13T11:34:00.000-07:002008-04-13T11:42:59.578-07:00

Call it what you like.I saw this on someone's blog. (I'm at a coffeehouse working on some "research". Huh. Maybe that should be "working"?) And, I thought I would link it in my blog. It was the exact feeling I had when I was in 5th grade sitting at the library with the World Book Encyclopedia open in front of me, "Huh. I couldn't have said it better myself."Lies I've told my 3 year old recently

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-81118699028836578082008-04-13T07:20:00.000-07:002008-04-22T06:10:26.281-07:00

This video is what first made me figure out how to spell out "lawd hammercy" a few years back! This kid cracks me up! I can't find a better copy, but the faces of the choir members, especially the kid sitting right behind him. The one just to his left goes down because he's doubling over with laughter, and the choir director (visible for just a split second on the left side of your screen) is

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-76527961005770475172008-04-13T06:01:00.000-07:002008-04-13T09:07:09.661-07:00

Cattywampus:adj. word used by older white Southerners to mean something's all jumbled up.All Jumbled Up:colloquial euphemism: phrase used by Black people as a substitute for "all fucked up". Typically this substitution will take place in more formal speech, mixed-race spaces, or when it otherwise is not clear that "fucked up" wouldn't be misconstrued as communicating an emphatic anger which has

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-68125694378878986342008-04-13T05:09:00.000-07:002008-04-13T05:59:50.312-07:00

I was thinking about my life last week, and all the opportunities that it looks like I have access to in this moment, and it looks like (looks like) someone has just rubbed pimp juice into the ether of my life. That intangible, immeasurable, ephemeral, essence of what constitutes hope. Howard Thurman called it "the aliveness of life". To quote Nelly, "It could be money, fame, or straight

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-18929850269963680852008-04-12T07:13:00.000-07:002008-04-12T07:59:42.453-07:00

I have fallen asleep trying to read an article in a coffee shop, on the other side of town, surrounded by people I don't know, with the smell of espresso on my breath!I have fallen asleep at the 24-hour library that I forced myself to drive to, because "investing in the time to drive to campus, and set up my computer, and lay out all of my research will force me to stay awake; especially if I'm

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-28859806963210152522008-04-11T14:39:00.000-07:002008-04-12T19:48:28.683-07:00

I love Kev so much that I'm going to learn how to make friendship bracelets and give him one. (Anyone know some middle-school kids who can teach me how to do this?)I have a friend. His name is Kevin. I call him Kev, because I don't like to say big words.I absolutely love Kev. Now, mind you, Kev is an asshole. He was an asshole long before I met him, and I suspect that he will be an asshole all

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-63905411506145161072008-04-11T14:28:00.000-07:002008-04-11T15:46:14.489-07:00

but i think that god's got a sick sense of humor, and when I die I expect to find him laughing."-- Depeche Mode (circa- when I was in middle school)I swear to God I'm gonna stop brushing my teeth at work. I swear to God!!!So, there I am in the bathroom- Flossing. (everyone knows that when you are flossing you are at the beginning of your toothbrushing regimen. Floss all the hard to get bits out,

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-1255555277628608832008-04-09T17:52:00.000-07:002008-04-09T18:15:11.223-07:00

I love when Charlie starts to laugh at the end. For whatever reason, my thought was "I bet Charlie and I could be friends." But, you know- I steal chairs from pregnant women.He's sooo cute, right? I think I want to have kids. Because if I do, when my professor asks me, "So, where's that research you were suppose to have done last week?" I can say, "Sorry, I was up all night with my kids",

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-1966602252014869842008-04-09T14:45:00.000-07:002008-04-09T17:21:52.389-07:00

Clearly I'm making up for "lost" time when I wasn't procrastinating with my blog, and pulling crap from the far reaches of what could be construed as "interesting", but I thought it was cool to see graphically why 0/0 is undefined; not that it's unsolvable, but that it can give you multiple answers. That's cool.I do remember that if you take the derivative of something and get 0/0, pretty much

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-29933259999919852892008-04-09T13:27:00.000-07:002008-04-22T16:32:09.438-07:00

Swiped it from her desk while she's away on maternity leave. (How low can I sink??? "Pond scum" comes to mind.)I realized that I'd taken it when after the meeting was over, I didn't return it to her desk, but I wheeled it over to mine, and replaced her chair with mine!"Am I stealing this woman's chair? Oh - my - God!! I'm stealing this woman's chair!"It is SOOOO comfortable, and supportive, and

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-13373333695219679732008-04-09T01:42:00.000-07:002008-04-09T16:20:23.032-07:00

I can't believe that he said "wiener poopie" over and over again like that. Was this run on April Fool's Day?"It has to be a young person because they put all these lines around 'Jesus.' No adult is gonna waste their time doing that."The best is the end of the story, and the melodramatic tone as they fade out.This reporter must have really pissed someone off at work to get this assignment!

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-37132738718592243112008-04-09T01:40:00.000-07:002008-04-09T01:42:10.293-07:00

The more I think about it, the more I waste my time.

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Why do people use irregular measurements when they don't want you to know exactly what they're talking about, but they don't want to ignore your question?"So, what are you talking about in terms of salary?""Uhm... somewhere in the range of about $2,500 per week."Okay, just so that we're clear, I don't mind you giving me a weekly rate, just so long as you don't mind me totally ignoring you for

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I was just wasting valuable sleeping time surfing the net and looking at other people's blogs, when I came across this shot and heard myself say, "wow!"Uhm- those look like fairly large breasts. They make me want to use words like, "bazoomz." Immediately, I'm reminded of Bette Middler's broadway play in Beaches, where she sings a song about the rivalry between Someone Von Titsling, and Someone

argyle socksnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393841426922837053.post-45051757218319194002008-04-02T17:59:00.000-07:002008-04-02T18:23:54.385-07:00

Finally! I have ended my 2 year quest to find dress shoes!! Finally! I was going to buy a pillow, when I passed by a pair of unimpressive loafers. But wait! These aren't loafers, they're mules. (or slides, or whatever other word you may use where you live and however old you may be) Yeah, I think slides is a better word, because it connotes after-the-game soccer shoes in my mind. Slides. I

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