Monthly Archives: January 2007

throwing responsibility to the wind

Speaking of throwing things to the wind, in the past week, I have heard “Cast Your Fate To The Wind” by Vince Guaraldi twice in two different locations. I had not heard that tune in about two years, and I was very excited both times.


Back to responsibility… I’m letting go for today and tomorrow. I’m not going to dinosaur lecture today, and this evening I am missing a Tikva executive meeting to go to Cleveland to see Langhorne Slim again. After seeing him this summer, and hearing all of his recent recordings, I think that it’s a good investment of my time to see him again. Musicians just don’t sound like him anymore, and I don’t know when my next chance will be to see him. (He doesn’t come to Ohio too often.) In reviews I read of him, people always say that they can hear Brooklyn in his music, although it has never been something that I’ve picked up on. If it means that I’ll get to hear more music like Mr. Slim’s, I can move to NYC. I’d be miserable in all other areas, but at least I could hear that apparent Brooklyn sound. Anyway, I’m skipping out on an hour and half of work and going to The Grog Shop to see Langhorne Slim with Corey. I couldn’t be more excited about.

In other irresponsibility news, tomorrow I am missing (possibly) all of my classes to do a day of freelancing with E103. We are shooting a video for O-Reg. I am getting paid $75 to be a production assistant. I called to tell my mother about it, and she asked if I was missing classes. I explained that I was, but I also told her that they were both TCOM video classes, and she didn’t seem to mind. This is my first professional gig (professional as in, I’m getting paid.) It’s an early shoot, but I’ll be giddy all morning. Getting paid to do what I love? Yes, please!

Have I ever told you about my love of marshmallows? I don’t really know where it came from, my mother rarely had them in the house as a child. I love not only marshmallows, but marshmallow cream, toasted marshmallow flavored jelly beans, and fluffernutter sandwiches. (In fact, yesterday I bought another jar to make these for lunch.) Today my love of mallow caused me to burn my mouth and throat very badly. I headed into the Falcon’s Nest to get a cup of coffee, and next tot he coffee machine is the cappacino machine. There was a new flavor: TOASTED MARSHMALLOW! No, I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed the big cup, filled it up, and went on my merry way. Near the elevator, I couldn’t stand it anymore, and I HAD TO TAKE A SIP OF IT. It burned. Bad. I didn’t learn my lesson and at the top of the stairs burned not only my mouth, but my throat as well. It’s finally cooled down, and it’s quite a treat.

I think I’m going to try to make my own this week. Recipe.


I’ve been “working” on my history assignment for about an hour now. I have one question answered. One of eight isn’t too bad.

Home this weekend was good. My father, even though he somehow hurt his back, was in good spirits, and as usual acted like a child. When Michael or I would ask a question, he would respond with either saying something outlandish (“Michael. You should be a preacher!”) or singing (“Emma-lyy, Emma-laa, Emma-lee, Emma-laa-ha-ha-ha-ha!”) I also got to see Amy and Nichole (and Nichole’s new puppy) both of my brothers, my mother, father, and dog. I also saw some other old friends. Mom told me her Hep is gone after a year of treatment. That made me very, very happy.

On the drive home, I listened to some Sounds Eclectic, and also some songs from the mid-90’s that I really liked as a kid. I still like them now.

Corey and I talked for a while tonight. We discussed living up to our potentials. The sad fact is: I’m not. That’s something I need to work on. That always reminds me of a framed saying my Aunt Becky had in their bathroom:

Isn’t it strange that princes and kings,
and clowns that caper in sawdust rings,
and common people like you and me
are builders for eternity?

Each is given a bag of tools,
a shapeless mass, a book of rules.
And each must make, before life has flown
a stumbling block or a stepping stone.

I’ve been given an opportunity to do some free lance video work with E103 Productions. Hopefully I’ll get some work with them to start living up to this apparent potential that I might have welled up inside. I sent my resume their way, and John remembers me from Building Dreams, so I take that as a good sign.

Right, back to answering questions about the Northwest Ordinance of 1787. I wish I had a desk in the apartment, I feel like I’d be able to focus better. I’ll just have to wait until next year.

doggie doggie doggie

A found another Wiki article to add to my list of favorites:
Maggie May (dog)

Today we had the Get Involved Fair. It’s a pretty exciting student activity event that actually isn’t exciting at all. A bunch of clubs set up tables in the ballroom, and attempt to rope people into joining our clubs. Last year was a bit of a disaster…but this year was far better. UFO actually did something right. We won two awards: Best Representation of the Organization, and Best Use of Theme (the theme of the event was movies.) We received two plastic oscar-esque statues with the category written on the bottom, and for the first time in a long while, I was very proud of my organization. This was our (nerdy) table:

In other getting involved news, I signed up to be a dog walker at the Wood County Humane Society. I AM SO EXCITED!! I also looked up puppies for quite a while on their website, and want to adopt one pretty badly. Mostly Sparky. He looks like my dog, Mollie. He is a little baby Jack Russell Terrier, and is full of energy, and is a good jumper (I read it in his bio.)

I’m going home this weekend. Amy is going to be home, too. And my brother.

hawks, mothman, kittens, wardrobe, musics, kellie, kittens, tikva

At sunset, I saw a red tailed hawk fly out from the stadium, over the VIC, and out over the parking lot. Now it’s sitting on top of a tall light in Lot 6.

Today in history class, our teacher mentioned Point Pleasant. My ears perked up, and I got really excited, hoping that we would get to talk about the Mothman, and the possibility of an Indian Curse on the grounds surrounding where the Silver Bridge once stood. Oh, and then I realized that most people aren’t obsessed with the Mothman. I just realized how often I write about the Mothman. Maybe I should make a tag? No, that would prove to be embarrassing.

OLD NAVY RELEASED THEIR SPRING CLOTHES! This means all of the winter stuff is starting to be put on sale. Today instead of work on my resume (which I need to have done by the end of the week!) I looked at clothing online and talked to Erica. I have a spending problem. Also, in my mind, if I start buying spring clothing, spring will come faster. It hasn’t proved to work yet. I do it every year.

My top artist this week on was Neko Case. #2 was Neko Case and Her Boyfriends. I’ve got a bad CASE (get it?!) of Neko addiction. Langhorne Slim will be at The Grog Shop next Wednesday. I’m thinking of being irresponsible and going… I’m sure Corey would be up for it.

I ran into Kellie TWICE today. Oh how I love seeing her. She told me that my Nebraska sweatshirt doesn’t suit me as well as my “Bling Bling” sweatshirt. I don’t know what she’s talking about–I don’t own a “Bling Bling” sweatshirt. I also caught myself looking up pictures of kittens twice today. (so cute..) Today has been filled with my favorite things in pairs: kittens and Kellie.

We are starting shooting for Tikvah this weekend. I am very excited, but equally nervous. Our script is not finished, but Jose wants to start production right away. We are heading up to Detroit to the Holocaust memorial. There we will be getting mostly b-roll, but I’m sure that Jose’s genius will ensure that it is perfect. Tikvah means hope, and that’s what we need to make sure this production gets off the ground. (And being sponsored by Kodak isn’t going to hurt, either.)

“Genius” is a really embarrassing word to misspell.

“The most wasted of all days is that during which one has not laughed.” -Nicholas De Chamfort

This afternoon at work, I shredded two pounds of Colby cheese. I also issued eleven parking passes.

Potluck tonight! I decided to make Angelamaria’s (my great great-grandmother) recipe for baked macaroni and cheese. Now I’ve got the potluck anxiety… I hope everyone likes my dish.

I also saw a Red Bull car on campus today, parked behind one of the science buildings.

thanks, corey.

6:40AM: Ew.

Ohh, I have not woken up this early in a while…I am covering Jess’s shift at the VIC, so I have four hours to sit around here, drink coffee, read the paper, read my Amy Sedaris book, listen to music, read blogs, and dance like no one’s watching (erm, no one is watching…)

I’m starting to have a real bone to pick with Tim Hortons. Now, I want them to be good. I want them to be as great as the SR725 location. That Tim Hortons always serves me my food piping hot and right on time. I have visited the Bowling Green TH’s a total of five times since it first opened in late November. This morning was probably the speediest time, but when asked if I wanted cream in my coffee, I said “Yes please, some half & half.” I think she thought that meant I wanted a half cup of coffee, and a half cup of creamer. This morning’s cup of coffee was a very creamy light brown. Is it really that hard, Tim Hortons? Really? Tim Hortons, listen, I’m not trying to make fun of you. I just want you to be the best speedy bakery that you can be. I know you can do it. You can!


So, I got The Virginian by Neko Case and Her Boyfriends (great band name, by the way.) It’s lovely. It’s interesting to hear her voice being backed up by male vocals with the thick, twangy country music. It’s a nice medium between her work with The New Pornographers and her solo work. I kind of want to be friends with Neko Case, in my mind she would be a really awesome friend. Here’s a really great performance on World Cafe. And once again, I think that is a pretty great service. I never thought that I would subscribe to a pay service for music, but I get 40 downloads a month for only $10, plus most of the music on the site is released on independent labels.

Tomorrow evening, our group of friends is having another potluck. I really love these potlucks, because 1. I get to hang out with all of my friends, 2. I get a home-cooked (sort of) meal, and most importantly, 3. I get to show off some recipe that has been recently handed down to me. I feel very blessed to come from the family that I have. The women in my family are caring and passionate, they are wonderful cooks, and most importantly, strong women. I am so lucky to have been raised among these hard-headed, intelligent women. My mother, grandmothers, aunts, and older cousins are all well-educated in both areas of the home, and in academics. How many women can say that they are the fourth generation of women to attend college? I am so privileged to come from a family that has taught me the importance of being a strong woman.

Corey and I took a drive yesterday afternoon. We went out to see the windmills, and as always, I am in awe of their size. On the way back, we talked about future stuff–something that I have been notoriously known to try to ignore. The more I thought about it, the more scared I got, until I was literally nauseous. (See why I usually ignore it?) As Seth always tells me, “things will eventually come crashing into place.” I can only hope.

uh oh…

So, school just might have to take the back burner for a while. It’s cold and I made a purchase that is going to take its toll on my academic work.

Our Walden Books at the Woodland Mall is closing on Saturday, and all books are 40% off. Normally it would be hard for me to buy this $27 book (I only spend that much money at a time when buying a week’s worth of groceries!) but I only had to pay $17 for it. What a steal! I really feel that I am the perfect audience for this book. I love humor writing, and I love domestics. Reading only the inside flap of the book I laughed out loud a few times.

“This book is so visual, a monkey could enjoy it.” -Amy Sedaris

I’m in love with a book.

Um, also, the other day I may or may not have bought a sweatshirt that says “BLING BLING” across the chest. I also may or may not have taken a pretty awesome picture of myself in the mirror wearing it. Mirror pictures are okay if I’m being ironic, right? RIGHT?

I’m having a really hard time trying to drag myself to History of Dinosaurs lecture this morning. It’s so cold out, and I’m so toasty at the union, and I’m pretty tired, and I just might fall asleep in class…