Tuesday, July 31, 2007


If I take the job at PPLM that is so going to be my protester-torment response!

*Apparently there were some copyright issues, the video can be found here

Monday, July 30, 2007

But racecar is a palendrome, how can you not love them!?

Bathroom completion estimate has now been extended to the weekend (from one day). We're going to get into some real alternative shower solutions because I am not hauling all my stuff to the Marino at 6am to shower in the locker rooms. What with professional meetings/interviews all week so my normal plan of not showering won't fly.

I just had to buy a size 2 dress pants at Gap. Sizes are getting a little ridiculous - I started just about 3 years ago and was buying size 8.

Apparently Umphrey's covers Hall of the Mountain King - and did at the show Friday in RI. Most won't get this but it's a totally obscure classical instrumental that used to be my FAVORITE when I was really little (Dad remember!? I'll send you the Mp3 if I can ever find one to download...) Anyway that's awesome and I'm so bummed I missed it.

On the upside - 2 weeks til Siri's here AND classes are over AND festival time :)

Sunday, July 29, 2007

The TVs on too much


Umphrey's McGee

07/28/07 Casino Ballroom, Hampton Beach, NH
Brendan (Umphrey's) and Jeff (YMSB) started, segueing into
Yonder Mountain String Band
intro, Straight into the Darkness,King Ebenezer >
Transition into Umphrey's
Set I: In the Kitchen> Water, Prowler, Hangover, Wizard Burial Ground
Set II: Breathe> Slacker, Der Bluten Kat> 13 Days> Der Bluten Kat
Encore (w/ YMSB): Baby You're a Rich Man, Great American


The show was incredible - particularly the second set, and the collaborative efforts during the opener and encore. They transitioned from YMSB Steep Grade Sharp Curves into Umphrey's In The Kitchen and didn't take a setbreak until after 10.30. The show was about 8-12.30, with only one break. The lights were perfect - photo's compliments of Nate

Friday night I accidentally went out with Muffin, Lauren and Randy. Muff wanted me to set her up, being the friend that I am, phone came out, text messages were exchanged, and within 24 hours she has 2. (Matchmaker, matchmaker...)Saturday I had to shower somewhere other than my apartment (my bathroom is still not finished), luckily I ran into Matt at Whiskey's who so generously offered his shower for all my cleansing needs. The plan was to go to breakfast afterwards, but Saturday morning was *slightly* rough and by the time we made it to Mike's it was 1 and by the time we were done he dropped me directly off at South Station to catch a bus to NH. Needless to say, among other things, I had no pants. I had a towel, and 2 bottles of water, but no change of clothes for the show, or the next day. Nate says part of my charm is the fact that I have made it to 22 with some semblance of success considering the mess that is my day to day life. I figured I had a toothbrush, the rest could be improvised.

Another great weekend - this weekend will be NUTS but Dad's wedding is this weekend and I am stoked! It should be entertaining (and 80's!). Plus, both Randy and Nate will be at the wedding, as will Brittany, and the challenge for best date is on!

Poor Boys



Boy's place in society is an interesting topic of conversation - especially when feminism gets blamed for "leaving the boys behind". Why is it that genders always have to be in competition with one another? If one is progressing the other is inherently stunted as a result. Why can't we all just be humans and work together?

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Throne room

PS my bathroom is being "fixed" as I type. I don't know what that means, but I happen to have before pictures (just in case) and will compare them for the pleasure of many when the "fixing" is complete.

I bought some new sneakers, I just hope my legacy matches

I have not one, but TWO job interviews next week (kind of three - one interview has 2 different potential jobs attached)!!!!

There's a light! I may be gainfully employed! Soon! This will require new shoes...

Now we the American working population
Hate the fact that eight hours a day
Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us
And we may not hate our jobs
But we hate jobs in general
That don't have to do with fighting our own causes
We the American working population
Hate the nine-to-five day-in day-out
When we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to perfect the pasttimes
That we have harbored based solely on the fact
That it makes us smile if it sounds dope

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Right around amazing o'clock

My roommate's cat jumped out our 4 story window the other day. Not even the cracked-out kitty who attacks me in the shower. Fortunately he's not dead. He chipped a tooth.


I have to say that with a month left, I'm stoked on this summer. One might call this miraculous considering how I got into my current situation. Every single thing about this summer was forced upon me in May(ish) against my will. I didn't want to live off campus, with people I didn't know, I did not want to be taking classes - particularly Social Theory, I was unceremoniously dumped from almost all of my acquaintance/friend relationships that I was counting on for entertainment over the summer. (It's uncanny the amount of breakups I've endured despite my complete lack of relationships - but that's another post.)

Every single one of those things has turned out to be a wonderful surprise over the past 2 months. Had I been given the choice, I would have spent half the summer hating ResLife, on duty, stuck in the city, and the other half trying to force bad relationships. Thinking if I just try a little harder, I could make a two party interaction work by myself, thinking if I kept myself available someone would call. I would have been miserable! I know because it's what I did last summer! Instead, I'm having a great time, and I haven't sat around waiting once. I get along with my roommates and living here has been painless, if not enjoyable. I've been flying, to the lake, to NY, spent quality family time. Seen old friends, gotten drunk at a stranger's wedding, had dinner parties, learned scads - personally and professionally, barbecued, witnessed the longest running beruit tournament in eternity, and truly mastered my DivaCup. Most importantly, I've spent some quality time with some absolutely quality people. Things happen for a reason.

On with the Lovefest - August is going to be amazing, and every weekend is booked. My first concert since May is this weekend, with the ever entertaining Nate. I'm going to get a festival in after all, more time at the lake (maybe it'll actually be warm enough to swim!), my favorite Norwegian is coming for TWO WEEKS(!), and friends from all over are coming to go out in the city. It is going to be the best going out party - and I'm thrilled that I'll be able to leave the city with a smile on my face. Here's to good things ahead!


Meanwhile, I may be honing my theoretical rhetoric and philosophy (much to the chagrin of my father), but Social Theory is by no means enhancing my social grace. At times, my innocent mind has a hard time keeping up with the flow of vulgar conversation. This causes some interesting miscommunication when Dakota - rating potential boyfriends - discusses the suitor's "eating" prowess, and I want to know if that means they both got their own desert and appetizers. Today it caused me to inadvertently tell my boss that I have at one time engaged a particular quazi-kinky sexual activity. Only to realize 5 minutes later in another room that she was SO not talking about shaving his face...

Monday, July 16, 2007


Women don't get pregnant by themselves?

Men Hate You

Q: But seriously, I’m a man and I don’t hate women, so what’s with the “Men Hate You” section?

A: The “men” in “Men Hate You” is shorthand, both for “our male-dominant culture” and for the slightly trickier notion that (a) all men exercise — and benefit from — male privilege whether they want to or not, and (b) that the exercise of male privilege is misogyny. The Twistolution understands that there exist men who don’t actively choose this, but the involuntary nature of their participation in women’s oppression doesn’t make women any less oppressed by them. Sure, it isn’t fair, but if it bums you out, how do you think it makes us feel? Oh, wait, I forgot; you don’t care how women feel.

Do you?

A defining moment in my feminist awakening was a conversation I had with a male who didn't believe that being a man made him the oppressive class. It does. Unfortunately, at the time, this is where the conversation between he and I stopped because it couldn't get past "I've never Raped, therefore I have nothing do do with Rape." My feminism sprang my inadequacy at the time to articulate something that feels so inherent and critical to me, but apparently does not to everyone.

ALL MEN exercise and benefit from male privilege whether they want to or not. One may be the brightest feminist ally, but can walk down the street as a man and essentially come and go from the struggle as he pleases. A woman can not. A woman lives the struggle and the oppression every day. We don't have the luxury of taking off our feminist cap and existing outside of the oppression when it becomes too burdensome. That is male privilege. It exists at the expense of women and is therefore directly responsible for the oppression of women. Every man has to take responsibility for his participation in the oppressive class. Only then can a man be an ally to the oppressed.

The sentiment that he had is valid - it's fucked up to think that being a man directly hinges on the oppression of women. It is fucked up. I hope that the concept causes discomfort. But it is not wrong. It is a truth, and denying it, castigating the women who make you uncomfortable with the truth, does not solve the injustice. Until people can be made uncomfortable, and become willing to grapple for their responsibility and their own enlightenment, they will continue to actively participate in the oppression.

See Dear god, what about the men?!

Think about it.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Marxist Coffee

I've been floating around in an atmosphere of Marxist social theory and discovering the revolution. The problem is coming back down to earth, which I've had some trouble with. Every time I come to a "conclusion" it bounces me right back up and spinning. So please forgive the stream of thought fragmentations.

Last weekend I went to a wedding with my buddy Nate - we also went blueberry picking and to see the Tall Ships. I informed him I would be living in the big room on the second floor come September. Seriously. Nate is one-in-a-million and I luck out so he drove me back to Boston and we ate dinner and cannoli in the North End.

Wednesday I had my first yoga class. I am going to like yoga.

Thursday I saw my prettiest Boston sight walking home from the gym. It was foggy and sunny at the same time, and the sun was reflecting off the Pru and making streams of light through the fog. I stood in the middle of the street and appreciated it.

Yesterday was my day off - I had plans to wake up early, read on the awesomeness of globalization and the end of the Communist Manifesto and avoid Friday the 13th as a recluse. I slept in, then walked to Whole Foods (whom I have discovered is a totally awesome business so I will be allocating my paltry food budget to them.) for creamer and milk, made myself coffee and banana nut pancakes (with real maple syrup) and watched a John Stamos Lifetime movie (yea, that good) while "reading". Then it was time to pay up on a bet (which I only lost on a technicality - but I am a woman of integrity and would pay up nonetheless.) Went to my old stomping grounds at PPLM and bought Angus McQuilken an frozen yogurt cone (I got fresh blackberries mixed into mine, it was amazing.) And it sounds like I could pretty much get the GRO job in Boston. So now I have to decide if I really want/can afford to be here for longer than scheduled.

I/my father have been cutting my hair off little by little for the past few weeks. Yesterday I tried to reconcile hair cutting with my new Marxist perspective and decided to go get it cut by someone who went to school for cutting hair. I was nervous but optimistic (ps. does anyone else notice that as soon as the appointment is set, your hair looks fabulous?). The guy was so nice. It was the best hair therapy session I've had in ages. It felt wonderful. Funny how sometimes strangers are what make the difference.

When I was done with my hair, Melissa was done at the gym and had spur of the moment invited me to a cook-out at Maile and Shaun's. They just got married a few months ago. He does lighting design formerly for Phish, now for various festivals/corporate events. He knows the guy that did the lighting at the Bisco show I went to at Langerado and the guy that did Umphrey's in Chicago on New Years. He mentioned a possibility which I won't mention to jinx it, but it would be the best thing probably ever.

I also had a first time which I haven't had in awhile. First times are thrilling.

Friday, July 6, 2007

I make the worlds worst margaritas.

I <3 trailmix. It took me about a month to eat the Costco bag we got for spring break and never opened, but ever since I have been desperate for more. The problem was I wasn't willing to pay double the price at Shaws for 1/4 the trailmix. It's a matter of principle. Finally, last week my dad (actually Liz, with my dad's credit card *thanks dad!*) bought me 3 bags at Target (seriously), which I promptly mixed together and doctored up. It has been amazing having my trailmix with me again, and I haven't left the house since without a bag. Sadly, it is now nearly gone, and the search for a giant, cheap bag of dried fruits and nuts will begin once again.

I have my very own pair of crocs. I wore them to class today.

I can't go food shopping until next week because I've spent my budget on cheap sale clothes at the Gap. It's becoming a problem.

"Why buy the cow when you get the milk for free?" Because a relationship is about more than sex. It's not just about the milk, it's about the person.

My margaritas are better the second day.

The difference between sports and play is that in sports, someone wins and someone loses. When we play, we all just have fun.

Time for a date w/ brit-muffin!

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

I fell up stairs twice last week.

My new pretty shoes (that make my feet spazm at mere sight). I'm going to wear them to the wedding. Nate says he'll carry me if need be. He's also well versed in my naked foot tendencies. I think we'll be ok.

I had a Serg date today (in lieu of a mom date). My latest gay date perk: walking into a restaurant holding hands like lace, then shocking the table next to us by discussing the merits of penis.*

Advice for daughters from mothers with avatars of butts, thongs and beer.

"Oughtn’t a woman to have considered the impending culturally- and legally- mandated dissolution of her human rights before she decided to reproduce?" -Twisty

So far this week I seem to have regained my balance.

"And that," put in the Director sententiously, "that is the secret of happiness and virtue–liking what you've got to do. All conditioning aims at that: making people like their unescapable social destiny."

My distinguished old British professor called me "quite a good little Marxist" today. On the second day of class.

Fact: my physical landscape has changed drastically. Smaller feet, smaller boobs, smaller waist, bigger ass. I have no idea what to do with any of this and it's throwing me off kilter. Particularly the ass. Where did it come from and what do I do with it? Is fat-ass something you can catch? Is it like if people call you it too many times it happens?

Brett Dennen - Ain't no Reason
Amy Winehouse - Valerie
Maroon5 - Makes Me Wonder
Allison Krauss & Union Station - I Don't Know Why

And I love my professor. The moment I left the first class yesterday I knew that he will be a constant epiphany for me for the next 6 weeks. I went directly to a computer and tried to transfer into any other class he was teaching this semester. Sadly, I could not.
[short side rant - As excited as I am to be out of here ASAP, I'm completely bummed on the things that are just starting to happen that I'm going to miss. The NU Violence Against Women's Center is JUST getting started, Claire is going to take it amazing places and I'm so sad I won't be here to help. I find a professor in my last sociology class whom I can't even wrap my mind around and I only get to witness him for 20something days. Where were these people and these things the past 4 years I've been wasting? In my life, most of the large transitions (which I railed against) were eventually mediated in hindsight because of wonderful things that wouldn't have been possible otherwise. Example: I moved to Sunapee while devestating, the people and experiences there got me to here. Unfortunately, I feel like the experiences I've had at NU, while largely good, have been uninspiring. I could have had a similar experience anywhere (and probably saved a lot of money). It's a depressing thought, even more so when it seems that I'm only recognizing all the opportunities too late. My mentor told me we all come to things in our own time, everything is necessary in getting there. I just really feel this time like I'm leaving right when it's getting good.]
Moral - Stalk your professors before the last semester?

Maybe this time I'll figure it out sooner than later. If nothing else the last 4 years have certainly given me time to fully analyze what it is exactly that I'm looking for.

Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic

*Relax, we ask to be seated in age appropriate areas.

Monday, July 2, 2007

Live Free or Die!

New Hampshire is the first to repeal a Parental Notification law (out of 44 states that have one). I'm proud to say my little sister not only protested and lobbied, but actually gave testimony in front of the hearing committee. <3