I have been absent from the blog, and will probably continue to be, because of several technical issues at my house (I’m in Seattle for the next two weeks before going back to New York). The story is at least kind of entertaining: My sister switched cell phone providers from Verizon to T-Mobile. My mom went online to fill out some paperwork for her, and when it asked for her phone number, she entered our house number. So when my sister’s new cell came in the mail, our house line stopped working, and her new phone would ring whenever anyone tried to call the house. Because our house phone is now a cell phone, our internet connection went haywire, and our internet doesn’t work. To top it off, my cell phone isn’t working for some inexplicable reason. All I know is that it won’t make calls, and there’s a graphic of a sad face on it (which pretty well reflects how I feel about the whole situation). I spent all day yesterday trying to call T-Mobile on my mom’s cell, but she has Verizon and gets terrible service at our house (which is one of the reasons that my sister was trying to switch providers in the first place), so I kept getting cut off. I finally just drove to the T-Mobile store, and they’re sending me a new phone, but that will take 5-7 business days.
So I have no internet, no land line, and no cell phone.
Basically, I am cut off from the world, and it’s a really weird feeling. And when I went to use the internet at the library yesterday, a mean lady yelled at me because I was talking on my cell phone (in my defense, I was using the internet to apply for law school loans, and I was on the phone with the loan people trying to figure out which loan to apply for, so it’s not like I was having a gossip session or something). She also had a bad habit of reading to herself out loud as she used the computer — and judging from her one-way conversation, I’m pretty sure that she was emailing her internet man-friend and I was distracting her. She was quite agitated, sweating profusely, and glaring at me. So now I’m scared to use the library computers, because I get the feeling that she’s a regular there.
So, that’s where I’ve been. The phone people tell us that they won’t have our internet or house phone fixed until August 22nd, so posting will be limited until then.
While making tomato sauce for a lovely baked pasta dish,
we found this. Note Ethan’s lip curled in disgust.
It’s a good thing we found it before chopping the tomato. Mr. Snail was shortly thereafter deposited on a squash leaf, but not before we squealed with delight at its feelers and slimy trail.
Again, I find my willingness to document these discoveries very telling of the entertainment in this town. Snails, it is.
Ethan just wrote his first short story, as follows. Verbatim.
ETHAN AND THE GOOD KAT
“YO, KAT. I LOVE YOU.”
“I LOVE YOU TOO”
And for the record, Ethan explained to me that he knows cat is spelled with a C. He was taking artistic license with character names.
He reads it out loud to me and giggles his little butt off. That, my friends, is awesomeness I had to share.
If you liked the pictures of flying cats, you might like this too.
For the uninitiated, yes, those are knitting needles.
via And She Knits Too
There was a point at which I made a considerable supplemental income playing touch-screen bar games. The winnings were often about $200 a month with a $20 expenditure.
Which really makes me wish I could make money playing this (unfortunately requires IE).
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Language Log: The Thug and the Slut
Someone should investigate the ways in which the grammar/semantics distiction is personified. Grammar is often cast as a fussy schoolteacher (a schoolmarm, in particular: Miss Fidditch) or some other kind of authority figure, a legislator or judge or priest (almost surely male). But grammar can also be seen as empty form, which on its own produces mere chatter without substance — a female stereotype. Meaning, in contrast, is configured either as substantial and significant (so: agentive and male) or as “natural”, even earthy (so: passive and female). You can get pretty much any assignment of the sexes to the two actors, Grammar and Meaning. (Though the fact that grammar almost always gets mentioned first, as in the passage from Long, suggests that it’s more likely to be personified as male.)
The thug-and-slut story is, I guess, a version of the male authority figure (wielding the authority of the streets) vs. the passive, pliant female. But it’s still loopy.
Welcome to my hometown:
Get over what happened long ago
On Purdue renaming Butz Auditorium (J&C, July 30): It’s about time the black community gets over it. Earl Butz has contributed to Purdue University in more ways than most alumni. What a shame to take his name from a lecture hall named for him. I don’t hear any complaints from the black community when Al Sharpton or Jesse Jackson make remarks about white people. I think it is time for blacks to forget about things that happened 30 years ago or longer and just try to get along with everyone.
In regards to the new Butz Auditorium to be named on campus (no puns please) and the contributor whose funds go to the production of this project. Not only was Butz a patent racist, but he was also convicted of tax evasion and only served thirty days of a five year sentence.
Screw the notion that blogging is dangerous. If anything I think it makes us more honest.
Neither she or the evil landlord is a blogger. But a wee voice tells me, had they both been bloggers, there’s no way he would’ve done what he did.
Because he’d know other bloggers like you and me would be over him like a rash, telling everybody about what a scumbag he is. And so the next time you searched his name on Google, the front page would be splattered with his scumbag act, his reputation in tatters, and his ability to conduct business damaged forever.
Having a valuable online reputation keeps you honest. Because if you do something squirly, you will pay dearly, and you will pay fast.
And of course, the more this becomes self-evident to me, the harder I find it doing business with non-bloggers. An increasingly essential trust mechanism seems strangely absent.
One thing about being a blogger is that part of your goal is to build and maintain credibility within a public set. Arguments that can go public are more likely to be resolved in a calm manner, saving the vitriol for a more private venue. Those that choose not to be reasonable have potential threat on their heads. When you have a modicum of publicity, your integrity is on the line. If you don’t believe me, check the addendum on the cited post.
via Chaos Theory
Every once in awhile it is a blogger’s duty to play with the Commander Taco Poem Generator. This poem was generated from Jill’s post on advertising and ass cream, and edited slightly to take out some pesky HTML: