16 Apr 00
Palm Sunday
For some reason, my butt really hurts. Yes, I sit on it alot - in the
subway (though of late, I've had to stand alot), in front of this damned
computer, in my bed. But I was standing alot yesterday (though I didn't
really walk around much - I'm not into walking around in the rain.)
The only real reason I came into Manhattan today was because I wanted to
hear some good choir music at Mass. I also picked up a couple of militant
Catholic mags called =This=Rock=, a magazine on Catholic Apologetics and
Evangelization (I got to tell you that apologetics doesn't mean what you
think it means, and if it does, aren't you special? I'm not going to tell
you what it means. For crying out loud, you're on the web! Find
Webster's or the OED or some useful reference book! Use it in a
sentence! Expand your horizon! I can't do your thinking for you - and
I'm not going to hand over all that I know (Hands up! Your knowledge or
your life!) Shake it don't break it, mama, make some more synapses. Get
some sleep.) Anyway, maybe I'll start slowly converting y'all ... mwa ha
ha ha! If anyone tells you I'm part of the Knights of Malta or the
Sisters who Kick Much Butt... well, =we= know who =they= are.
Enough conspiracy building for today. I thought I'd put in a little
endorsement for the Healthy Choice Beef Tips in Mushroom Sauce (with
Carrots and Broccoli (feh, but it's tough to find a frozen dinner that one
likes completely) and Mashed Potatoes (that look like jumbo
marshmallows... it's so cute!) and Apple/Cherry Crisp) - YUM! And it's
only 310 calories! Better than the Digiorno pizza.
So I finished a baby stegosaurus this morning - I love it! I don't know
if I'll give it to my cousin's kid James. But then, I have plenty more
yarn & stuffing & buttons to make more... Meep - dinosaur factory!
OW MY BUTT!
Let's see, one of my old NCSSM and NCSU friends has her own online journal
- old jillie at www.vapidthumbtack.com. She even has recipes (and updates
her journal far more frequently than I do...) - I like! My favorite is
about a dream in which she sprouts a sentient third hand which tries to
communicate with her via sign language (better than semaphore, I
suppose). That would make a good movie, I think. Up there with Evil Dead
2.
I think I should've had more than oatmeal cookies for lunch. And Tetley
Tea (time out for tiny little tea leaves...)
I was listening this morning to NPR, and Linda Hanson (sp) was talking to
a guy who had written a book called "How to Read Poetry" (or maybe it was
"a Poem".) Anyway, you know how many people have the ambition to be
famous or an actor or something of that nature? I just wish I were an
artist. An author or poet or painter or musician... creating
something. But truthfully, I really don't think my talent lies
there. I'm more of a craftsman (with a lifetime warranty! exchangeable
at any Sears store!). And even there I don't really go too deep in my
skill. feh.
Let's see, on Friday I took a translation test that all the PhD students
have to take. How serious can they be taking this? They gave the exact,
same test they gave 2 years ago. And they give us copies of old tests so
we can study... In any case, the 4-page paper (with only about 2 or 3
equations) was rather easy to translate, and I finished it in an hour
rather than the 2 hours they gave us. It really helped that I had studied
up on the "ne...que" construction.
I wish I could remember my dreams well. I've had some pretty odd ones of
late. They usually involve me trying to do something, and at least one
person from my school life pops up - whether from grad school, or high
school, or even elementary school... I remember a dream once where I was
crawling around these rooms where the walls were basically black Hefty
bags and people were doing all sorts of odd things. Evidently, we were
preparing to colonize another planet. And so you can see how the Hefty
bags factor in.
OW OW MY BUTT.
Anyway, I need to choose which 16 MST3K videos I'm gonna get from this guy
in Raleigh.
Hi-Keeba!