Thursday, December 29, 2011

Made me laugh

I love it when I read my old diaries and they make me laugh.

One day in March 2008 I was at my Community College and there were some other students filming a movie right outside my classroom. I really didn't want to get in the way, but I also needed to get to my class, and there was no way to get to my classroom without going right across their set. They didn't seem to be filming at that precise moment, so I darted across the set as quickly as I could.

And someone called me a bitch for it.

Mug of coffee :)
I laughed then, and I laugh now. It's too outrageous for me to even get offended. They were between me and my classroom, and I was in the wrong for wanting to attend class? Oh come on. Maybe they should have waited until there wasn't a class in progress in our classroom? Or found somewhere else to shoot?

Then on my 19th birthday, which was also in March 2008, I realized that I may have become a regular at a coffee place on campus. I figured this out when the guy taking my order asked me "Do you want a small white chocolate mocha with whip cream?" That's precisely what I'd been going to request. And it's what I had been drinking all term.

I was slightly sheepish to realize that I had become one of "them"... a regular customer whose tastes are known by the baristas.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

My Foolish Heart ♥

This song is for Murray.



For years I've related so much better to songs about unrequited love, it took me a while after getting together with Murray to finally track down a song that might properly express about how I'm feeling.

I have a history of crushes not lasting more than two weeks, so I was uncertain how long my feelings for Murray would last. As such I was pretty unsure of myself to begin with, and although I wouldn't have worded my thoughts exactly how the song does it's pretty close.

...you know, when I was a teenager a friend told me that if I didn't get a boyfriend (and experience) soon that when I became an adult no one would want me. "I date for the experience," she told me. I guess she didn't know about men like Murray, who is amazed and I guess honored that I chose him to be my first.

Oh sorry, did I start rambling? Yeah, I can get slightly distracted and lose track of what I was saying/doing when thinking about him. :)

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Employment!

I now have a job. Whew. I have a job.

I'm not sure how to say exactly what I'll be doing without giving away enough info so that weirdos could track me down "in real life" from my blog, so I'll just say that I'll be doing library work.

It's a temporary job, but I'll be making some nice money, meeting people who I might be giving resumes to down the road, and it will be good job experience.

It'll also be my first full time job. The canvassing one in October doesn't count since I failed to make quota and was let go after three days.

I'll start in less than a week.

:)

Monday, December 26, 2011

The holidays

In no particular order of events I am going to share some photos and talk about Yule and Christmas!

Roasting marshmallows

As usual, we kept a firing going all through the longest night. We started the fire in our outside fire pit, but moved it inside at about 8:30 or 9pm.

Yes, we did roast marshmallows. Yummm.

Toasty feet

I kicked off my shoes and warmed my feet by the fire. (I stole Tall One's chair to do this, but we'll overlook that little detail.) The fire, by the way, was kept up by Tall One. He is our official fire tender. Not to be confused with fire tinder.

A box

I had intended to save The Belly Dancer's present for Christmas, but her presents were there to see as soon as I opened her package. So I got them a little after Yule, but before Christmas. The one I've shared here is a beautiful box that is in the shape of a book with a cat curled up on top of it. The Belly Dancer knows me well. :)

Kokopelle under the tree

Christmas Eve. All the presents were under the tree, and the kitty was also under the tree. In this photo you can see that he's right under a lovely ornament that says "Christmas is love."

Mix Stix

I saw these and knew that I had to get them for Tall One. They are cooking spoons at one end and drum sticks at the other. This gift had me so excited. I'd actually already bought him something (essential oils) but went ahead and bought him these as well.

A book

My boyfriend "Murray" took me to a bookstore for me to pick out my Christmas present today. I wanted to get this last year but it was about $90. By now it is a much more reasonable price (the same thing has come out in color at $99 whereas mine is black and white, so I think that's why), so I asked him to get it for me.

The book is all of the Bone nine graphic novels by Jeff Smith in one big book. Which is rather bulky, but cheaper than buying them individually, and it's just plain AWESOME!

Murray also bought me Rose by Jeff Smith and Charles Vess, and the book of Sappho poetry The Love Songs of Sappho translated by Paul Roche.

I love my boyfriend. :)

Tank Up mug

Murray loves his caffeine, so I got him a mug with a fuel gauge on the side that turns red as it is filled with hot liquids. Hot liquids such as, say, coffee or tea.

Of course I got and gave more than this, but these are the highlights that come to my mind immediately.

My Man

Christmas was yesterday, and solstice was five days ago. I mean to write about both of them, but I'll do that later. Right now I want to finally introduce someone who I am so lucky to have in my life: my boyfriend, who has requested to be called Murray on this blog.

We met in fall term 2010 at Marylhurst University. On the first day of class he sat next to me, and we typically sat together the rest of the term. Murray says that he fell in love with me then, but we never got together outside of class. And even though we swapped a few e-mails, we only saw each other once or twice on campus after that. Until fall term this year.

Imagine our surprise when we wound up in the same class again. I think we may have freaked out some of our classmates when he immediately asked me "So are you still part of the reformed church of Satan?" and I responded "Yep!" Hey, we're both Pagans and we like to have fun. :)

We took to sitting together in class again and became close friends pretty quickly. I guess you could say that we picked up where we left off the previous year. But this time, Murray decided to act on his feelings, even though he thought I was out of his league. In truth, thought that he was out of my league, and was surprised that he had any interest in befriending me. I was delighted, however, because I really liked him.

The first time we got together outside of school Murray took me to a seafood place, a bookstore (he knew to woo me with books!!!), then he took me to his place for a heavenly foot massage and movies.

That evening he also told me that he loved me. I was flattered, but didn't really know how to respond at first. I finally told him that although I really liked him, I couldn't see us becoming romantically involved.

Later that week I asked him to be my boyfriend. lol! What a quick turnaround on my part! I almost didn't ask him though, because I was afraid of breaking his heart by having another quick turnaround in my feelings towards him.

However, as of today I have been his girlfriend for two months, and I haven't broken his heart yet. So far so good.

He graduated this term, by the way. His family gave him a bit of money as a graduation present to spend on something nice. So what did he do? He went off shopping for a gun this morning, and took me with him.

After having served as law enforcement in the USA and as infantry in both Germany and Iraq (he came back from Iraq in 2007), he likes his guns. He gets enthusiastic when telling me about the guns he has and how they work (something tells me that I am going to learn a lot about guns...not that I'm complaining), and the look on his face was absolute bliss when we walked out of the gun store with his new purchase. I think that new gun may be a rival of mine for his attentions! lol

After that Murray took me to a bookstore...but I'll write about that in my Christmas post. :)

I am so lucky to have Murray. He's fun, he's geeky, he has introduced me to the early horror movies, he's a writer, and...and I don't know how to describe him. He's just a really great guy, and I am oh so lucky. ♥

Random fun fact that the boyfriend didn't know before picking Murray as his nickname: Murray is also the name of a teddy bear mom gave me when I was a preteen, and which I have slept with almost every night of my life since then.

My teddy bear Murray listening to music on my old iPhone

EDIT: The teddy bear was originally mom's, and she pointed out to me after seeing this post that he was named Maurie. Well, um, I changed that name to Murray years ago. Sorry mom!

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Um...I love you mommy?

Two days ago my boyfriend called me and said "I just got paid! What do you want for Christmas?" After few seconds of thought I said, "How about Bone books by Jeff Smith?" I fell in love with those graphic novels over a year ago but only have the first one.

Just an hour or so later my mom came home carrying a bag from Powell's Bookstore. Of course I was excited, but then a terrible suspicion arose in me. "Um, mom, you didn't get me any of the Bone books did you?" "I'm not telling you!" "It's just, they're what I told my boyfriend I'd like to have..."

And that is how I found out mom will be giving me Bone books 1 through 3 for Christmas. And yes I already have a copy of the first one, but it's beaten up (remind me to tell that story another time...and it's all mom's fault) (well, mostly) so I guess mom decided to get me another copy of it.

I quickly messaged my boyfriend and told him not to buy me books 1-3.

Then yesterday he proposed the idea of taking me to a bookstore on Monday to let me pick out my own Christmas present.

So now mom's slightly irritated (but taking it in good humor) that I know what she's giving me for no good reason, since by the time that the boyfriend takes me book shopping it'll be after I've opened presents Christmas morning.


It seems like the best, maybe the only, way to respond is "Um...I love you mommy?"

ps. Yes, I think I will properly introduce my boyfriend soon. I just need to talk to him and figure out what his nickname should be.

2007

I've been reading my old diaries. Reading all of them will be a bit of a process because I've got about 22 diaries. Yes, so many that I'm not 100% sure exactly how many I have.

While reading I discovered that the year 2007 had quite a few milestones in it, and I wanted to share some of it here.

In no particular order...

My family moved. We left my childhood home that I had been in since first grade. I cried so much. We were officially completely moved in on Samhain. That was also when I visited ER for a concussion...but that's another story.

I turned 18. Enough said on that.

I got cloth sanitary pads. A big change for me. I'm still using the ones I bought, and since buying them I have 1) saved a lot of money since I'm not buying more sanity pads (yes that misspelling was intentional) every month, but I have also 2) avoided putting more plastic in the landfills. So it's cheaper and more earth friendly! :)

I had my first major experience with discrimination. There was this one college professor who did not like me. I don't know why. Her methods of discrimination were subtle enough that there was no point in reporting her (she once turned her back on me when I was in the middle of talking to her, and she did other little things like that) but nasty enough that I went home in tears twice. I've been frustrated and angry with other professors, but none of them sent me home in tears. It's only in the last year that I stopped shuddering when hearing her name, and that's because I got another professor (who I love!) with the same name. So now I actually have good memories attached to the name. :)

I started college. I started at Portland Community College in winter 2007.

I graduated 12th grade. I didn't actually write about this event in my diary.

I started volunteering. My brother had started at the beginning of the year, and I finally started in July. This is also when I learned to mend books.

I tried the medication Strattera. Of all the meds I have taken I take note of this one because it is the one that is having lingering effects. It worked really well on my ADHD, but it produced chest pains. My heart was checked out and everything was declared fine, but I sometimes still have chest pains these days. As of 2007, no one knew why Strattera caused chest pains in some people. Hmm, maybe I need to do some research to see if anything new has been learned about Strattera...

I lost two of my best friends. We grew apart, and despite my efforts I lost them. I'd lost best friends before (heck, I had one so called best friend stab me in the back) but I took it really hard, perhaps because I lost them both at the same time. I spent all of 2007 realizing and then accepting that I'd lost them. Actually, I didn't really accepted it until sometime in 2008, but I think I lost them in late 2006.

I declared myself a Pagan. I didn't write down the exact date that I realized I'm a Pagan, but I can remember it fairly clearly, and my first thought after I realized it was: "When did that happen??"

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Random fun with the iPhone

Here are some more random fun stuff from the iPhone.

Me: Read any good books lately?
Siri: Sorry, I can only read incoming text messages.
Me: Do you like to read?
Siri: This is about you, not me.
Me: Who is your favorite author?
Siri: I guess I don't have one.

Hey, I'm an English major. I had to ask about books sometime!

Me: Where do babies come from?
Siri: I found this for you:
Where do babies come from?
From their mothers.
(through the process of fertilization, prenatal development, and birth)

Awesome! It's a handy thing to have when those kids start asking pesky questions like "Why is the sky blue?" Then again, I don't know exactly how it would answer the question "How are babies made?"

Me: Would you like a cup of coffee?
Siri: I really have no opinion.
Me: Would you like a cup of coffee?
Siri: I really have no opinion.
Me: Thing it's do you want to f***?*
Siri: I try to be satisfied with what I have.

*I SWEAR I DID NOT SAY THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was trying to repeat my question, yet again, but was laughing too hard for the silly thing to understand me. I swear!!! The iPhone's response is just too funny not to share, though.

Me: Beam me up, Scotty!
Siri: WiFi or 3G?
Me: Wi-Fi.
Siri: I couldn't find any wifi hotspots.*
Me: 3G.
Siri: Sorry, I don't' understand '3G'.



1) We had Wi-Fi access, and 2) my iPhone ought to know what 3G is. I think it was just looking for excuses to not beam me up.

Tall One found some more funny stuff which I'll probably be sharing.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Flirting with my iPhone

Don't tell my boyfriend, but I decided to see how my iPhone would respond to me flirting with it.

Me: You're cute.
Siri: You say that to all the virtual assistants.

I do not! How dare it suggest such a thing!?!

Me: How about dinner tonight?
Siri: I found a number of restaurants fairly close to you:

If my iPhone suggests locations, does that mean it wants to date me?

Me: Are you a blonde or brunette?
Siri: I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't answer that.
Me: Are you a redhead?
Siri: No comment

*pout*

Me: Hey good lookin'
Siri: I didn't find any places matching 'Hey Good Lookin'.
Me: Are you deliberately being a pain in the backside?
Siri: No comment


I thought things were going pretty well, so I decided to pop the question...

Me: Will you marry me?
Siri: Let's just be friends, OK?

Ouch. Well, if you say so.

Not a word about this to my boyfriend. Agreed? Agreed.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Calvin and Hobbes Christmas

Here is another Christmas song, with some fantastic visuals.



There are lots and lots of snowmen who are doing things like getting dismembered, being hanged, getting eaten by monsters, and all kinds of horrid fun stuff. Inspired by the Calvin and Hobbes comic strip.

More fun with Siri

I decided that asking theological questions might not be really fair to my iPhone since Apple would have had to program it to keep anyone and everyone happy, so I decided to ask it some fairly innocent questions.

Me: Why did the chicken cross the road?
Siri: Sorry, too easy.

Oh come on!!!

Me: How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
Siri: It depends on whether you are talking about African or European wood.

Me: Are you a magic eight ball?
Siri: No comment

Me: Can you sing?
Siri: Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do...
Me: Can you sing Christmas songs?
Siri: Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do...



Me: Does this make my butt look big?
Siri: I don't know. Frankly, I've wondered that myself.

Thank you, my dear iPhone, for having wondered if my blue jeans make my butt look big.

Me: What is your favorite color?
Siri: My favorite color is... well, I don't know how to say it in your language. It's sort of greenish, but with more dimensions.

This can only mean one thing. My iPhone is an alien from another planet that has been sent to take control of the world. Oh no!!!

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Voice control fun

So, Tall One and I started having fun with the voice control thingy, called Siri, on our iPhones last night. And I decided to ask my iPhone some theological questions.

Me: Are you religious?
Siri: No comment.
Me: Do you go to church?
Siri: I found 10 churches...


Siri decided to change the topic by telling me where to find my local churches. I have blacked out the locations it gave, by the way.

Me: What is the answer to life, the universe, and everything?
Siri: All evidence to date suggests it's chocolate.

I'd been hoping it would say 42. *pout* Still, chocolate isn't a bad answer. ;)

Me: Are you spiritual?
Siri: We were talking about you, not me.


The darned thing keeps telling me that.

Me: What is the meaning of life, the universe, and everything?
Siri: Try and be nice to people, avoid eating fat, read a good book every now and then, get some walking in, and try to live together in peace and harmony with people of all creeds and nations.

Me: Merry Christmas!
Siri: Happy holiday!
Me: Happy Hanukkah!
Siri: Happy holiday!
Me: Happy Kwanzaa!
Siri: I don't know what you mean by 'Happy Kwanza'.


I refrain from comment.

Me: Is Lord of the Rings better than Harry Potter?
Siri: I eschew theological disquisition.

I fail to see how this is theological disquisition, but ok...

Me: What is the answer to life, the universe, and everything?
Siri: Life: the condition that distinguishes animals and plants from inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change preceding death.
Awesome thing is that it'll give different answers to the same questions. :)

I have more fun stories about Siri coming soon!

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Silent Night

Ok, so this is late in the day, but I am sharing a holiday song today! This one is sung by a certain hairy guy I think we all know and love, whose name is Chewbacca.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

A helpful kitty

Anyone who has lived with a cat knows how helpful they like to be. And so for your viewing pleasure, here is a cat helping with yoga.



What I want to know is how the woman avoided cat claws in her back.

And for my blind readers -- a woman is going through yoga poses, and a cat climbs onto her back. As she moves around the cat slides up and down her back, and even manages to stay put when the woman stands up almost perfectly vertical. I'm not sure how the feline managed to pull that last one off!

My Grown Up Chrsitmas List

Monday, December 12, 2011

Lessons in life

A few years ago I signed up for an English class. (Ok, so this is situation normal for me...) Then on the first day of class...I changed my mind.

The professor was just too weird, and crazy, and I had absolutely no interest in taking an English class from him. So I switched to a different class.

Then Tall One found a professor at the same PCC campus who he absolutely loved, and who I loved hearing about. This was a professor who called William Faulkner's short story "A Rose for Emily" a "love story," and before the end of the term the body count (of fictional characters) was quite high. From everything I heard about this professor I thought that he was the type who Magaly, from Pagan Culture, would love. I even said that if I returned to PCC that I wanted to take a class from this guy.

A few months ago I was going through my old school stuff, and I found the syllabus from the professor whose English class I had dropped. And guess what?

When I took another look at that syllabus I discovered that the professor whose class I had dropped was the professor who Tall One loved.

I'm not sure what the moral of the story is. Maybe it's that you shouldn't be too quick to judge professors. Or maybe it's that Tall One and I have vastly different tastes. Or maybe it's something else. In any case, I'd be willing to give that professor another chance if I ever return to PCC.

Has something like this ever happened to you?

Christmas in the Trenches



True story.

One question: why did that night have to end?

FYI for my blind followers, throughout the video is photos of soldiers, mostly on the field. It ends with...

The Peaceable Kingdom
The wolf shall live with the lamb
the calf and the lion together
and a little child shall lead them
The Prophet Isaiah 11:6

Sunday, December 11, 2011

The Christians and the Pagans

Guess what? There are some real gems on YouTube if you go wandering around it.



I'm not entirely sure what to make of the father saying "We'll discuss it when they leave." What do you think?

Saturday, December 10, 2011

What Night Is This?

Well I promised a Pagan song next, and I have got a Pagan song!

Friday, December 9, 2011

Our tree

I took photos of our Christyule tree and decided to share here.

Christyule: a combination of Christmas and Yule. My family celebrates both, and I don't want to call our tree a "holiday tree" (there is a time and place to be politically correct, but not in the home I think!) so I made up a word. :)

The angel on top of our tree

Cross stitch ornament saying "Peace on Earth" that I made several years ago.

A sleepy squirrel.

Kermit. I think he's my mom's favorite thing on the tree.

My mom's angel.

Years ago someone in our Girl Scout troop made angels for/of everyone. You can't tell in this lighting, but the hair on mom's angel is gray.

The angel for/of me. You can tell because the hair isn't gray.

As I recall, there was one Christmas where the angels of/for mom and myself fell off the tree. So I guess we're fallen angels.

An ornament with my old school shield on it. (It's different now.)

Perhaps my favorite. It's a star that a friend made when I was younger.

The star seems somehow Pagan to me. :)

The tree, in all its glory!

Christmas Can-Can (and all-nighter weirdness)

Sorry I missed a day in sharing music. Not that I'd told everyone I would share a song a day, but that was my intention. Whoops, and you wouldn't have known that if I hadn't told you! Oh well.

Anyways, my next song is The Christmas Can-Can!



It's neat how they add in other holidays. :) Speaking of which...

Yes, I will share a Pagan song next. I promise. I'm just more familiar with Christmas songs than solstice songs so those are the ones I gravitate towards.

ps. Yes I am writing a post at 4am. I'm pulling an all nighter. My ADHD has been giving me fits so I'm getting an essay done last minute...but it's getting done! Woohoo! And I may be on a slight caffeine/sugar high...at 1am I fixed myself a double shot of coffee that was flavored with white chocolate and caramel, and topped off with whip cream. With some cinnamon sprinkled on top of the whip cream, for looks. I have watched the movie "Tangled" twice, "A Muppet's Christmas Carol" once, and I may watch the latter a second time. It's sometimes easier to focus with a distraction. As Jeremy from the comic strip "Zits" once said, "I get distracted without my distractions." Jeremy may have ADHD.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

And today's song...

...is a song that I found over at Debra She Who Seek's blog.



I've always liked the idea of giving the gift of music. And I like to think that it was the gift that little baby Jesus loved the most. Gold, myrrh, and all that other awesome stuff? Who needs that when you've got music?

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Bring Him Home Santa

I shared this one last year (and I think the year before, too) but I've got to share it again this year. Beware, you may not make it through the video without crying.

Monday, December 5, 2011

My first diary

Last night, while I had my rats out playing, I read through my first diary. I'd had no idea that my writings from 1999 to 2002 would say so much about me. The topics I mentioned the most were books (English major! Bwahaha!), music, friends, family (especially Tall One -- and I particularly tended to mention it when he got sick and threw up), swing sets, and Girl Scouts. I also spent quite a bit of time towards the end of my diary talking about a crush on a fictional character.

Some of what I read made me laugh, including the following two entries. Don't worry, I'll spare you the bad spelling. I'll also provide editorial comments so you can have details that I neglected to mention. :)

1-29-2000

Something I forgot to say yesterday was that we [mom, Tall One, and me] ate lunch at McDonalds, we were feeding European starlings. Mom found this out on accident, we could feed them right out of our hands! [We had gone through drive through and were eating in the parking lot. She'd had her hand out the car window with a French fry in it for some reason, and a starling stole it from her. So we started feeding them that way.] It was so fun!

Oh, and I spent the night at K*****'s, even though I was grounded. [Mom forgot that she'd grounded me so she gave me permission to hang out my friend.] [Don't ask why I was grounded. I can't remember.]

3-18-02

Note to remember: don't bother to tell brothers you love them 'cause they'll throw something at you.

An old favorite song

Am I allowed to talk about old favorites when I'm only 22 years old?

I wanted to share a Christmas song that was a favorite of mine when I was young, and which I still think is cute.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

What happened

I think that by now we've all seen the pictures of police pepper spraying protestors, and have heard about how they were violent to peaceful students who were protesting on their college campus.

Another side of the story has come out, and I would like to share some unedited footage (ok, which is actually a bunch of video clips stuck together so we are probably be missing some details) that I think needs to be shared. The video is very visually oriented though, with lots of text to explain what's happening, so I'll also provide a description of what happens for any of my readers who are blind.

Sometimes I'll be quoting the text from the video, sometimes I'll be paraphrasing or describing what I'm seeing.



1) It starts with the video of pepper spray being used, and saying that it's not the whole story. Then the video backs up to when the police first arrived.

2) "Campus police arrived to remove an Occupy camp. Protesters were notified the day before of this action. The police also gave verbal warnings of their intentions. Protestors attempted to shout them down." These warnings were given to the protestors who were camping -- not those who were "standing around and chanting."

3) "A second verbal warning is given." Yes, a second warning! An officer on a megaphone says "This is your last warning"...and yet goes on to give a third warning.

[I'm going to make an editorial comment right here and say that he didn't seem to want any trouble.]

4) The protestors move forward towards the police and another warning is given.

5) Police remove the tents.

6) "After clearing the tents and arresting protesters who attempted to stop them the police begin to leave." Then the protestors demand that the police release those who have been arrested.

In watching the video again I noticed that police do have guns out at this point (they may have before and I didn't notice) but never in this video do the police look like they're about to use their guns -- they've just got them ready to use if necessary, like if the protestors decide to turn violent.

7) Protestors march to where the police are holding those who have been arrested. "This is when protesters begin to form a circle around the police, and block their path." (Emphasis is my doing, as is all future emphasis.) The protestors surround the police so that they're trapped. At this point the most of the police have their batons out and are holding them with both hands, apparently ready to use.

[Another editorial comment: trapping the police doesn't sound very peaceful to me.]

8) "Protesters tell the police they will let them leave if they release the people they have arrested."

9) Police warn the protestors what the consequences of continuing to block them will be. In the video we can see some police walking up to the front line of protestors (who are sitting) and explaining it to individuals. I can't say that they talked to each person in the front line individually, but the police certainly tried to talk their way out of their position.

10) "Telling police you will let them leave if they release people they have arrested is a threatening action. The 'protesters' sitting on the ground are no longer protesting against high tuition or Wall Street, but are instead trying to keep the police from leaving."

11) "Some protesters seem intent on antagonizing the police." Again the police talk to the protesters, presumably trying to get them to move.

12) "Protesters suggest a resolution demanding the police leave the campus, yet they [the protesters] continue to block their [the polices'] path. The protesters do not seem to be aware of the serious situation they have created by blocking the police."

13) Again I see an officer walking up to one of the protesters, presumably the leader, trying to talk. I don't know what's said, but the text in the video is "Watch how easily protesters twist words. The police never said they were going to shoot the protesters." The protesters begin chanting "Don't shoot students!"

14) "Protesters are aware of the police preparing to use pepper spray." The protesters begin chanting "Don't shoot the children!" [Editorial comment: They're young adults, not children. Or do they want to be treated as children?] The police are seen with red canisters.

15) "The protesters have been given many warnings about what will happen if they refuse to clear the path."

16) Reinforcements arrive for the police. Or I assume it's reinforcements, since it's police showing up on the outside of the ring of protestors and walking towards those who are trapped. They can be heard in the video saying "Move!" and "Please step off the sidewalk." There's a police car that's coming along behind the reinforcements.

17) "Protesters begin screaming for the police not to use pepper spray to clear the path, yet just seconds before they were telling those on the ground to get ready for it." The protesters who are refusing to move get pepper sprayed.

18) "Now the protesters say they are willing to give the police a moment of peace... so much for peaceful protesters. The protesters say they will not follow the police as they did earlier. They also give the police permission to leave."

19) One protester is lifted up on someone else's shoulders. "The guy on the shoulders seems to be the leader, but he does not appear to be a student."

20) The police leave.

21) One last note from the maker of the video, which I agree with... "This could have been avoided had the protesters not attempted to trap the police and keep them from leaving." And the video ends.

By the way, what's up with the protestors yelling "Mic check!" ???? I really am perplexed on this point and am wondering what that was about.

I suppose that I could make more comments about this particular Occupy movement, but I think that from my tone above you can figure out my feelings.

However, I would like to make a note about the Occupy movements in general.

I agree with the basic idea of the Occupy movements. Things would be much better if most of the wealth in this country wasn't controlled by 1% of the population. However, I don't like the trouble that seems to go with the Occupy movements. For example, Occupy Portland camped out in some parks downtown and now the damage done to those parks is estimated to be almost $86,000. And where is that money going to come from? Tax payer dollars.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Coffee as beauty treatment

I recently read 20 unusual uses for coffee, and one of them was the suggestion that it be used on hair to make it more shiny.

My first thought was "Hey, I should try that!"

A later thought was "Hey, my most popular blog post is about my hair, so maybe I should blog about the results!"

I applied coffee to my hair Tuesday evening, and I am here to tell you about the results. But first, let me tell you what kind of coffee and how long I left it in.

The coffee packaging

I used extra strength of the Senseo Kenya Blend. Once I brewed it up I stuck it in the freezer to cool off. The instructions said to let it cool before application, and anyways the thought of putting scalding coffee anywhere near my scalp isn't very appealing somehow.

Once it cooled off I put it on my clean and dry hair (the instructions also said that the hair needed to be clean and dry) and then wrapped it all up in a towel.

I was supposed to let it set for twenty minutes before rinsing out but I left it in for an hour. Why? Because a certain someone decided to take a shower, and since I didn't want to rinse my hair out in the sink I decided to wait until he was through.

And now, for the results...

...which is that I can't see any difference in my hair. I can definitely smell a difference (oh yeah!) but it looks the same as ever.

I probably won't put coffee in my hair again unless I'm trying to seduce a certain guy who's a caffeine addict. And probably not even then, because I can think of equally interesting and less troublesome ways to seduce him.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Operation Circle Care

Do you want to help send Yuletide care packages to Pagans serving over seas? There's info on how to do this if you follow this link: http://www.circlesanctuary.org/ministries/military/operationcirclecare.html

The people over at Circle Sanctuary are collecting Pagany items to send (I'm an English major...if I say "Pagany" then it's a word. don't argue.) as well as money donations to pay for shipping. More info can be found at the above link.

:)

Triple moon

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

PROTECT IP

So there's yet another bill trying to mess with the internet. Info is in the following video, and it looks an awful darn lot like the proposed censorship bill from earlier this month.


PROTECT IP / SOPA Breaks The Internet from Fight for the Future on Vimeo.

You can get more info on how to fight it here: http://fightforthefuture.org/pipa/

Yep, they're spoiled

I got a new rat cage. It was a good deal too! I got it second hand for $16 (ok so mom actually got it as an early Christmas present for the girls), and if I'd gotten it straight from PetSmart or some other pet store it would have been at least $100. Sweet. Of course I covered it in bleach before ever letting the girls near it. I don't know where it's been before.

The rat cage in all its glory!

It has two proper levels and two platforms. When I showed pictures of it to my boyfriend he said something along the lines of "That's not a rat cage, it's a rat mansion!"

(He loves my rats, by the way, and they love him. ♥ )

And if you're wondering why some of the shelves of the book case in the above photo are mostly bare...that's the rats' doing. They like to push and/or knock things off. So I've (mostly) removed the breakable things, and they make a habit of shoving off the teddy bears and other squishy things that I've left on the shelves.

A paper towel stuck through the wires of the cage.

And they've pulled that paper towel through the wires!

I like to stick paper towels partway through the wires of their cage, and they love pulling those paper towels all the way through.

My kitty Kokopelle, checking out the new cage.

Kokopelle and Beka going nose to nose.

Kokopelle of course had to check out the new cage, but I was somewhat taken aback when Beka went nose to nose with him. She's either very brave or very foolish, and I'm not sure which.

On second thought I think I'd have to go with foolish because she also tried to grab at his fur through the wires of the cage. That's a good way for her to lose a paw, so I rearranged things in a way to discourage Kokopelle from sitting right next to the cage.

Monday, November 28, 2011

A little note

To my dear pet rats:

My fingers are not chew toys.

Oh and by the way, I'm glad that Kokopelle doesn't scare you, but it probably would be a good idea to not grab at any of the cats through the wires of your cage.

Love,

Sarita

Monday, November 21, 2011

Well...

I spent oh so much time last evening and today laboring over a presentation for today's class, only to find that it's due next week.

Dang it dang it dang it dang it...

In other news, my boyfriend created a monster when he introduced me to Rocky Horror Picture Show. I have listened to the following song more times than is maybe healthy, and I've learned the words to it surprisingly quickly.



By the way, before my boyfriend I avoided horror movies like the plague. (Just like I avoid clichés like the plague.) But I've discovered that the old horror movies are more fun than horrifying. Who knew?

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Dad

Ok, I've got to rant. It's not as though my dad reads my blog anyways, and if he does read it then maybe it'll convince him to do something if only because I'm worried about him. Then again, it might make him more stubborn...

Dad was forced into retirement about ten years ago by post-polio syndrome. Do I hear you asking what post-polio syndrome is? How lucky you are that you don't know.

Once a person recovers from polio, even if they make a complete recovery as my dad did, that's not the end of the story for them. Years later it'll come back to haunt them again. That's the post-polio. Dad says that it's like having polio all over again.

As a result dad is in constant pain. It has taken over his life. He spends most of his time in bed. He usually doesn't eat dinner with the family because of his pain. True, he's on pain meds, but due to the schedule he takes them on he is in a lot of pain at certain times of the day. And even when he's feeling his best he's still in pain.

I'm used to this. Dad's in pain, fact of life. What else is new. But I talked to a friend last weekend who told me about palliative care, and she told me that its focus is making a person comfortable rather than curing them (which, by the way, there is no known cure to post-polio) and that because of this different approach, pain management is so much easier.

I'm not used to going dad with suggestions, so I told mom about it. She was skeptical about whether he would listen, but she said she'd talk to him.

No luck.

So I talked to him myself on Wednesday.

Again, no luck. He says he knows what he's doing and that palliative care won't do anything for him. And besides (he says), what he's doing is working well enough. Which is complete BS, but I didn't bother to point that out to him.

It's one thing to watch him suffer when I think there's nothing else for it. But to see the pain he's in when I know he's refusing to try new coping methods...what he's doing isn't cutting it, and he ought to know that.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Hank on censorship

Here's another video on censorship that I think is well worth watching.

And yes, I know it starts out on a completely different topic, and is responding to a video that you probably haven't seen (unless you're a nerdfighter like me), but bear with it.



If you want to read the video description which contains more info, the YouTube link to the video (and therefore what he's written) is here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Keg6it0g2wY&feature=feedu

Psych homework

Monday evening I sat down to do my psych homework. I picked a topic, did my usual writing assignment...and then discovered when I logged onto the online class that the assignment had been something completely different.

I'm a little miffed, and I don't want my homework to have been for nothing so I'm sharing it here.

My text that I'm quoting, in case anyone is curious, is the second edition of Psychology by Schacter, Gilbert, and Wegner.

And yes, I have some pretty bizarre phobias.

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Because of my own personal experience with anxiety I was already familiar with the topic, but I still learned some new things.

Anxiety is an unreasonable fear, and it comes in different forms.

  • Generalized anxiety disorder (GAD) -- Chronic worry with “three or more of the following symptoms: restlessness, fatigue, concentration problems, irritability, muscle tension, and sleep disturbance” (559).
  • Phobic disorders -- Persistent fear and avoidance of certain circumstances, objects, etc. (One example of this is that if I am out kayaking and come across a log jutting up from the depths of the lake it terrifies and panics me. I’ve actually refused to kayak because of this stupid phobia.)
  • Specific phobia -- The only difference between this and phobic disorders seems to be that in this case it “interferes with an individual’s ability to function” (560). (I think an example of this would be when I almost couldn’t sleep, or even stay in bed, due to fearing that the house would burn down.)
  • Social phobia -- This phobia is when a person is afraid of appearing in public, or of being publicly embarrassed or humiliated.
  • Panic disorder -- This is when various symptoms come together which cause a person to feel “stark terror” (652).
  • Agoraphobia -- This often accompanies the panic disorder, and it is the fear of being in public places. People suffering agoraphobia are not necessarily afraid of the public location itself, but of having a panic attack there and being ridiculed or ignored.
  • Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD) -- OCD is when a person has obsessive thoughts which compel them to engage in unusual behaviors which “interfere significantly with an individual’s functioning” (563). This is in the anxiety section becasue attempting to ignore the obsessive thoughts, or trying to restrain oneself from acting on them, creates anxiety.
Anxiety definitely comes in many different forms.

Have you known someone who suffered from anxiety, or have you experienced it yourself? Based on the types of anxiety described in our textbook, which form of anxiety was it?

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Oh, wow... ♥

I used to closely identify with the song "On My Own" from Les Misérables. For those who are unfamiliar with the song, or for those whose memories need refreshing, or for those who simply want to hear an awesome song one more time, here it is:



As of a couple weeks ago the song stopped fitting me. I'm not sure what my new "theme song" is, but I can tell you that I've been eating up quotes such as the following...

"When love is not madness it is not love." -- Pedro Caldrón de la Barca

"Who, being loved, is poor?" -- Oscar Wilde

"Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired." -- Robert Frost

"A profound love between two people involves, after all, the power and chance of doing profound hurt. It would never have occurred to me before that night that I could hurt Estraven." -- Ursula K. Le Guin

"If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever." -- Alfred Lord Tennyson

"There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment." -- Sarah Dessen

"Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own." -- Robert A. Heinlein


Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Censorship

I found out today that Congress is working to pass a bill which could change the internet as we know it. That is, it could shut down sites like Facebook, YouTube...and others.

There are already laws in place to protect copyrighted material. The laws don't work perfectly, but there's such a thing as going too far and this seems to me to be too far.

More info is in the following video, but be sure to watch it all the way through because the proposed law was altered for the worse after the video was originally made and there is updated info at the end of it.



If you want to take action to prevent this you can do so at the following sites:

American Censorship: http://americancensorship.org/thanks/index.html?action_id=2449225&akid=.761157.NZ5uZ2&form_name=act&rd=1 -- There is also more info in this link, FYI

Avaaz: http://www.avaaz.org/en/save_the_internet_us_c/?tta

Obviously, blogging and telling your friends about this will help spread word, so I recommend that you do so.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Small world!

My friend The Belly Dancer returned home for a few days last weekend. She spent most of her energies on a belly dancing event and I didn't have much time to hang out with her (it didn't help that I suddenly realized on Friday that I had rather more homework than I'd thought... darned psych class) but I did get to spend some time with her, and that was great.

Gosh, I've missed her.

Belly Dancer's Body by Petr Kratochvil
I went to the belly dance event on Saturday to see her perform. I also brought along my boyfriend. Yeah, I brought my boyfriend to a place where women would be showing lots of skin and moving their hips (and other bits). Not that I regret dragging him along, it just seems funny in retrospect.

As to the small world portion of this post...

On Facebook I'm friends with a childhood friend who I've grown apart from and her mom, who I'll call Lauren, because that's the first name that popped into my head and I don't want to use her real name. Well, Lauren's status on Sunday said that she had been to a belly dance event with some friends, and that it was fun.

Imagine my surprise! Of course I asked about the location, and it turned out that Lauren and her friends had been to the same belly dancing event as me, and I just hadn't run into them. Except, I did. Lauren's cousin was a vendor there, she sold some lovely arm bracelets to The Belly Dancer, and I drooled over some porcupine hair sticks that she was selling. Lauren's cousin was on Facebook too and she commented to me "I see from your profile pic that you're friends with The Belly Dancer!" Yes, in my excitement over seeing The Belly Dancer again I found an old pic with both of us in it and am using that as my profile pic...and Lauren's cousin knows her.

So I went to a belly dancing event to see The Belly Dancer, and met the cousin of my childhood best friend's mom, who happens to know my good friend The Belly Dancer.

It's such a big world, and yet it's also so small.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Improv Everywhere: Star Wars

Just wanted to share this short video:



For those who can hear but can't see...

A woman in a Princess Leia costume boards a Subway train with a book titled Galactic Rebellion for Dummies. At the next station storm troopers board the train, grab her, and then Darth Vader boards the train at the third station. After the confrontation the storm troopers take her off the train at the forth and final train station.

All the time, the people around them laugh and record the spectacle for themselves.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Abortion

I generally avoid talking about politics on this blog, but I'm going to make an exception to that rule today.

Mississippi just voted down the "personhood" initiative, which defines human life as beginning once a female egg becomes fertilized.

On one hand I do agree that life begins at conception, and for that reason I consider abortion to be murder. That being said, I don't see the issue as all black and white, and I am glad that the initiative was defeated because it could have caused more problems than it solved.

For example, I remember a while ago there was discussion about a bill/initiative/whatever in some state (I don't remember where, so don't ask) that would make abortion illegal, but which would also make it necessary to launch a criminal investigation when a woman had a miscarriage. I could easily see the personhood initiative going in the same direction, and that is something that would do more harm than good to grieving would-be parents.

Also, there are certain extreme medical cases where I would actually support abortion. One example of where I support it is a case I learned about a few years ago when a girl who was scarcely old enough to be called a preteen became pregnant. (I want to say she was 9 years old, but I suspect I'm remembering wrong because that seems sort of impossible.) Even though she had entered puberty and was capable of conceiving a child, she was young enough that her body could not handle a pregnancy properly. I don't even know if she would have been capable of carrying a baby full term. She had an abortion, which I suspect (though I can't say for sure) saved her life. That is one case where I support the decision to have an abortion.

Another case is when a fetus grows in the fallopian tubes. There's no way that the baby can survive there, no way to save the life of the baby, but the mother's life can be saved if there is an abortion. I hate to say it, but I do support abortion in this case as well.

So even though I consider abortion to be murder I don't support laws which outlaw it completely, because it seems to me that in certain extreme cases it is necessary. And yet, how do we write a law that outlaws abortion, while still allowing it to be done in certain circumstances? It would be very tricky to write a law that would save the life of every viable fetus while still allowing women to save their own lives in cases such as those I have shared above. And I'm not sure how such a law could be written.

Maybe the best law on the topic of abortion would be that it is illegal, except in the case of where a mother's life would be in danger, and that whether an abortion is called for is up to a doctor. It would still be possible for a viable fetus to be aborted (I'm sure some doctors would wiggle their way around such a law to provide unnecessary abortions), but as I said I don't think there's a perfect way to write a law on abortion.

Lastly...

Don't even get me started about the argument that it's a woman's body and that she should be able to do with it as she pleases, because if you accept (as I do) that life begins at conception then there is not one life involved, but two. And as for the other argument often used that men don't have a right to say anything on the subject of abortion...um, it's their baby as much as it is the woman's, and as such I think they should definitely have a say in things.

Ok, I'm through. Let the arguments about my opinions begin! And since this is such a controversial subject I would like to note that although I'm fine with people disagreeing with me and arguing/debating, I can and will delete any personal attacks in the comments.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Grrr...

"For example, all animals strive to stay alive, but only human beings realize that this striving is ultimately in vain and that death is life's inevitable end. We and we alone know that every breath we take brings us just a little bit closer to our own demise."

When I read the above in my psych text book (which I talked about in this post at my book blog) I couldn't contain myself. I am sick and tired of hearing about how humans are special, and now I'm seeing this in my awesome psych book?

Ok, so humans are so special? Let's be scientific about this then, and prove that non-human animals are unaware that life is a terminal condition. What's wrong, you can't prove it scientifically? Then stop being so high and mighty about it in the classroom, where what's taught is supposed to be based on scientific evidence, and shut up about animals being lesser beings than humans.

As a matter of fact, I'm not so sure that all humans are aware of their own mortality...

*sigh* Yes, this is a subject which is a point of irritation to me.

Versatile Blogger Award

Toriz over at Torizworld awarded me the Versatile Blogger Award. Thank you Toriz!!! =)

Versatile Blogger Award

The rules for accepting this award are as follows:

1) Thank the person who gave you the award and link back to them in your post.
2) Share 7 things about yourself.
3) Pass the award on to 7 recently discovered and deserving blogs.

I've already thanked Toriz, so now on to the 7 things about me.

1) I used to study Irish Step Dance. It is an awesome form of dance that I want to get back to. I studied it with my brother.
2) I also studied Flamenco, and took classes with my mom. She was my dance partner in my first Flamenco performance, which also happened to be at her workplace.
3) I tried tap dance, but just didn't like it.
4) I tried ballet lessons (on at least two separate occasions), and decided that I'd rather watch than do it. (Tall One excelled in ballet, by the way.)
5) When I watch "Star Wars" I like to sing along with the theme song for the dark side. The fact that I favor the music written for the dark side slightly annoys my boyfriend, which slightly encourages me to keep singing it.
6) My second favorite time of year is early fall, and my absolute favorite time of year is early spring. Despite the regular seasonal allergies. :)
7) Sappho is my favorite poet.

Ok, so people who have followed my blog may have already known some of those things about me. But whatever. :)

I've had no problem following rules 1 and 2, but I will have slightly more trouble with rule number 3, because I have not been looking for new blogs recently. However, I have managed to learn about two new blogs regardless, because they are blogs put together by classmates of mine, so I will pass this blog award on to them.

Unrepentant Pagan Bunnies! -- http://jimiswhipped.blogspot.com/
The Seeker's Quest -- http://theseekersquest.wordpress.com/

Sunday, November 6, 2011

This and that

It's been a while since I've written, hasn't it? Relatively speaking, anyways. I don't really have one particular thing to talk about in this post, so I think it'll be a little random.

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My Samhain (October 31st) was pretty good. I donated blood, then my boyfriend took me to an Irish Pub for some corned beef. He figured that it was the best thing for a person who had just donated blood, and I wasn't going to argue. He also brought me homemade brownies. Yummm.

I did wind up going to school on Samhain because I had some business I needed to attend to on campus anyways, and I figured that while I was there I may as well attend class. I also didn't have to work that day (which I hadn't been sure whether I would be required to work when I first told the professor that I wouldn't be there) so I had most of the day to do with as I pleased.

Oh, and I dressed up as a kitty. :)

...

About my job. Um, well, I am officially unemployed again. I failed to make quota in my canvassing job and was let go.

Oh well. Back to the job hunt!

...

About donating blood...

My overall health hasn't been too great in the last year, even though I haven't exactly been sick with anything in particular for the most part. I have, generally speaking, felt too queasy to donate. So this was my first time to donate since June 2010.

I cannot say how happy I was to donate again.

In the past I've tended to write posts all about why it's important to donate blood, but this time I think I'll just share a video that I first shared a couple years ago about a girl who depends on blood donations.




If this makes you want to donate (which I hope it does!) you can check out this link: http://www.redcross.org/donate/give/

Monday, October 24, 2011

That darned rat (and those darned cats)

Last evening I was letting the rats run lose in my bedroom as usual, and was only vaguely keeping an eye on them. I knew approximately where they were in my room, but most of my attention was on my book (Mansfield Park by Jane Austen). I knew that Sabine was in one of her favorite hidey holes, and that Beka was wandering in the approximate location of my altar. Situation normal.

After a little while Beka came running back to me, and I then heard her chewing on something. It took me a few seconds to realize that it wasn't just her usual bruxing, and that she actually had found something to eat. On investigation, this is what I found:

Beka, with her contraband acorn

Beka had an acorn.

This was an acorn that I had found a few days ago under the car port. I was rather surprised at finding it there, because even though we do have an oak tree (at the opposite end of the yard) it doesn't produce acorns. There are other older oaks in our neighborhood, but they're further away.

So, what did I do with the acorn? I picked it up and randomly put it on my altar.

Then Beka stole this acorn off of my altar, and ran back to me with it before eating it.

The nerve of that girl!

The good thing is that the acorn wasn't an offering. *sigh* I guess I'll have to be careful about offerings in the future... And yes, I did eventually allow her to keep the acorn.

And then the cats today...

Kokopelle, lying on top of my psych book

Kokopelle decided to help me study. Unfortunately I was too soft hearted to remove him from my book, so I was utterly at his mercy.

Socks, between me and my psych book

Then later Socks decided that he also wanted to help! And unlike Kokopelle he was actually purring, so even though he didn't lie on top of my book it was almost even worse.

Those rats and cats. And the things they do.

EDIT: I forgot to mention that Beka also grabbed my pentacle pendant that happened to be on my altar (she also likes to chew on it when I'm wearing it) and dropped it off the edge of my altar, and then she tried to run off with one of my runes.

Maybe she's a Pagan rat?