i am a man

the chupacabra says:
are you a man or a monkey?
heathen says:
debatable
heathen says:
what do you think?
the chupacabra says:
give me three for the argument and three against, and i will reckon and reason, and tell you the judgement
heathen says:
1. I like human beings. None of this monkey-attraction business.
2. I can't do sign language.
3. My nose and mouth are not combined into one mound.
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For:
1. My ears are somewhat detached from my head.
2. I'd like to learn sign language.
3. I do think monkeys are cute.
the chupacabra says:
number one from the against list and number 3 from the for list cancel eachother out
liking to learn is overpowered by not being able to learn
so you are up one on the against
heathen says:
hm
the chupacabra says:
your mouth and nose are un-monkey like, while your ears are quite monkey like
so overall, you are a man.

trash bin

If you were to examine the contents of my trash bin at work you would find the following:

1. Kleenex - in an abundance too! Blast holiday/wintertime/recurring colds and possibly bronchitis.
2. The World's Best Chocolates' Wrappers - yes'm, my mother bought an entire container of these delicious chocolates from all over the world from Costco. So good.
3. Remnants of out-dated or uninteresting lists of things that I make at work on 1/4 size sheets of paper in hot pink, dirty-sky blue, and white.
4. Part four of throwing away the remnants of a salad Amy's mom brought her at 10:30am which she could not eat then because it was too early to eat a salad. Thus, she put the salad on top of the hard drive tower for later; though later came the next day when I discovered the Wendy's salad had rotted overnight. (In the trash is only the bags the salad came in, thank goodness)
   
5. Oh and strands of hair that I apparently shed in every possible location.
   

Aren't you glad you don't have to find these items years later and wonder who this person was, what they did, why they were eating all of this stuff, and when? It's all catalogued on blogger.com. Ha, ha you lucky archaeologists!

in transit

1. An OK Ikumi Song
2. Everyone I know (including myself)
3. The package that is supposed to arrive with Christmas presents

this deserves a post all of its own

PS Listen to Sufjan Stevens' - "Holy, Holy, Holy" and "O Come, O Come Emmanuel" in the Christmas EP Set

does anybody else extremely dislike

the new ads on websites that blowup when you accidentally run your cursor over them or that make ridiculously loud dance music? Advertising has hit a new low.

walks to campus

It's amazing who you might meet.

Nice Guys Don't Finish Last

"There is a widely held stereotype that, in the interpersonal attraction sweepstakes, 'nice guys finish last' with women. Supposedly, women want a man who will take charge and be dominant; they are less interested in someone who is kind, caring, and gentle. According to one group of researchers, nothing could be further from the truth. In three successive studies, they found that men who expressed altruism or who were described as considerate, cooperative, kind, and sympathetic were rated by weomen as more physically and sexually attractive, socially desirable, and desirable as dates than were men who appeared less caring or agreeable. By contrast, men's dominance alone did not affect women's attraction to them, although dominance did interact with men's prosocial qualities to increase attraction under some conditions (p432 Hilary M. Lips - Sex & Gender: An Introduction 5th ed)."

oh look, double blog. happy days are here again!

As an ode to the last day of class being over, here's a list of things I like:

• Friends (new and old; returning, staying, and leaving)
• Caitie is back! She's got me snapping again, and Amy and me back to our usual routine.
• Rachel VanWagoner- distant relative and smoothie friend. Good times in the past week, but leaving soon :(

• My family- goodness, I like my family.

• My mother brings me a plastic bag full of oranges, clementines, cookies, rice pudding, and echinachea, now she's talking about a family orchestra for Christmas and singing hymns before every meal. She bought Heidi a new clarinet- an instrument she hasn't touched since she was 13- for the family orchestra so Heidi can't say she doesn't have anything to play.
• My dad- "Well, she can't take it back now." regarding the Clarinet.Heidi- "This is a Christmas surprise like finding out I have cancer!"

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• I have seen Scott, Amy-sister-in-law, and baby Abby more often than I probably deserve, and I think they're fantastic and oh so cute. Abby is massive and growing like crazy. She's wearing 12 month clothing at 8 months, and she smiles like heaven.
• Sisters- we're essentially the same person in a little bit of an altered form
• Heidi, the uber chic, wears earrings that look like pasta
• Hillery, the uber grandma, vintage, crazy-thing

• Little-boy-Ben who's not so little anymore, picks up Hillery and me in Heidi's car, though he's ridiculously sick and takes us to Jamba Juice even though he doesn't want anything. That boy is a speed demon.
• Extended family- ridiculously quirky but darling and know how to play some mad games.

• Foreign films and Film Series- man, I'm getting giddy just thinking of all the ones I get to watch this break.
• The new house- I'm planning all sorts of parties and festivities.
• New Years Eve: Scott's birthday and Great Gatsby/1920s/ PLUS Dance Party

• All the gifts that will be coming in the mail to distribute (or that won't because a ton of them aren't coming till after Christmas).
• New winter coat (but it's for Christmas, so I have no knowledge of it- except that I paid for half of it.)
• Christmas- even though I feel like I've lost the glimmer and glam and sometimes even the whole spirit of it, Thanksgiving was fantastic. What a lovely break. I plan on making this holiday just as grand. Thank goodness for family and even family craziness. It wouldn't be a holiday without some huge fight, makeup, then playing games.
• Reading and not feeling guilty about it (ie realizing I should be doing homework).
• Music I like (Christmas- only the good stuff, and otherwise- Neko Case is so hot right now).
• Two and a half weeks of playing (and a little working!)
  

how many quotes can we get from his mouth?

"If I'd stared at her face a little earlier in the semester I'd be macking on her after class today," guy in qotd and pointers to a friend of mine.

quote of the day

"I like when you wear blue jeans because they match your blue eyes," guy addressed in Pointers.

one thing I do like

Space Age Songs:
Beck - Soldier Jane (The Information)
Radiohead - Subterranean Homesick Alien (Ok Computer)
Beck - Movie Theme (The Information)
Earth Then Titan - Alvin
Aimee Mann - Today's the Day (Lost in Space)

In fact, a lot of the new Beck album sounds like Space, which I think is cool.

And I'm not quite sure what this is, but I stumbled upon it in my search for a space age picture. It seems like it might cool: Space Age Pop a go-go

If you have an wonderful suggestions (or even mediocre) for cool spaceage songs, please... leave one.

it turns out

that bad posture might be good posture.

Slouching

aren't you glad

when the stars align for someone else. And that someone happens to be someone whose phone calls you've been avoiding.

milk

I am by no means a guitar player. But I've been messing around with Andrea's, and I started plucking out this song on Sunday that I could not identify. Despite my questions to roommates, I came no closer to finding out what it was. I assumed I would forget the song, but yesterday when I picked up the guitar it came out again.

And, I remembered what it was. So now I can play this song along to my stereo.

Kings of Leon - Milk

thinking, acting. whoops.

Checking facebook at 8:10 this morning I reviewed the past day/night's activities on stalker-feed. Two of my guy friends had just added a guy I'd met over the weekend. One with whom I had an extensive conversation about music. I quickly clicked on his profile, scrolled to his music taste to see if what he had told me was true. Listed were bands I considered good: The White Stripes, Muse, Gosling (eh, don't know them), the Sounds, Gnarls Barkley. Nothing like the Panic! At the Disco and My Chemical Romance that this same boy had claimed he liked before. I automatically clicked on, send message. "Lies!" I wrote and sent immediately. A thought at the back of my mind surfaced, maybe this was not the very same guy I met on Saturday night that accused me of being a neo-Goth for my music taste. But I promptly shoved it back down.

Your message was sent, highlighted in yellow. I was a little thrilled with myself for making a quick decision, but decided to examine his profile nonetheless. Clicking on the link to his pictures I scrolled through each. A familiar face entered them. The same girl whose profile I visited once or twice on myspace when my ex-boyfriend told me his girl-woes. This guy was the ex-boyfriend of my ex-boyfriend's current love interest, not the same guy I "agreed to disagree with" for a few hours and throughout Oliver Twist. Return to send message: "Whoops! Scratch that."

There's something to that thinking before you act. Or looking at facebook photos before you send people messages.