Sobering precedents
Mood:  spacey
This kind of story is exactly what I like to wake up to on Saturday morning. Where do they get this stuff? Oh yeah, r.e.a.l.i.t.y.

Michael Kinsley discusses the brief history of the U.S. and Iran.

When the United States should use its military strength to achieve worthy goals abroad is an important question. But based on this record, it seems a bit theoretical. It's like asking whether Donald Trump should use his superpowers to cure AIDS. Or what George W. Bush should say when he wins the Nobel Prize in physics. A more pressing question is: Can't anyone here play this game?

Incidentally, I happen to think that Bush should win a prize for his theory of relativity, which states that if you spin the truth fast enough it comes out backwards.

Annoyance Addendum
I was walking up the stairs in LC when I saw a little plastic easter egg. Thinking it probably contained candy, I picked it up and opened it. Inside was a little scroll of paper. This is what it said:

ROMANS 6:4-6
We were therefore buried with him through baptism into death in oder that, just as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, we too many live a new life. If we have been united with him like this in his death, we will certainly also be united with him in his resurrection. For we know that our old self was crucified with him so that the body of sin might be done away with, that we should no longer be slaves to sin.

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Mood:  irritated
I thought I would be productive this afternoon and go up to the lab to work. Even though that meant a 15-minute walk in the rain carrying my computer, I was feeling pretty chipper and could handle it. However, I got up to lab and realized my ID wouldn't let me into the building. Surprised, since it had always worked in the past, I tried three or four more times, to no avail. I considered the possibility that this had to do with the fact that my card was damaged (it's been bent for a year and has been getting progressively more defective; it doesn't work in several dining halls now), so I decided to go to the ID card center to get a new one. I kind of took a detour (read: got lost), and was determined not to get angry that I was carrying my computer on my now sweaty back in the rain, and I had just blow-dried my hair.

I decided I would try to see it as a meditative walk. I began to forget my annoyance when I saw several young cherry trees blooming, illuminating the rain-streaked street. I was almost happy.







I arrived at the ID center a little wet, but content and ready to get my new ID, which I had needed to do anyway. I stood there for a minute staring at the automatic door, waiting for it to open, but it didn't. Now I was annoyed. An automatic door not opening for you is like the ultimate insult. I checked the hours on the door...that was not the problem. Then I remembered: it's Good Friday! Gaaahhhhh. As if it wasn't already a depressing and useless holiday, it just made me waste 30 minutes of my life. And it messed up my hair.

Now the question bothering me is whether I couldn't get into lab because it too was closed, or because my ID has a problem. I'll be wondering all weekend I suppose.

::sigh::

Look! Beautiful nails!


They're getting there. This was a surprisingly easy undertaking. I amaze myself.

***PRETTINESS!!!***

Exhaustion and relief and climate love!
The Fourth Annual Northeast Climate Conference is complete, thanks to the phenomenal work of our thirteen Climate Captains:

Micah "You Can't Make Me Dance" Ziegler
Caroline "Everyone's Favorite Renewable Energy Source" Howe
Meg "I Don't Go Here" Boyle
Drew "Rock Star" Klein
Eliza "How Are You A Freshman?" Kelly-Swift
Lea "This Car Smells Like Food" Krivchenia
Emily "The Queen Bie" Biesecker
David "D.H." Tracey
Betsy "Billy Parish Groupie" Scherzer
Carlos "THE Senior" Poza
Valerie "I Can Clean Anything Better than You" Gordon
Andrew "Chocolatier" Delman
And, finally, Erica "The Conference Is THIS Weekend??" Larsen

Incredible, incredible work. Almost enough to inspire me. Sleep. Must. Now.

Conversations
Me: ::sings:: Oh, I wish I were in Dixie, hooray, hooray --
Sarah: It's I wish I was.
Me: ...
Sarah: I wish I was in Dixie. Not were.
Me: But that's not correct grammar.
Sarah: It's the south. They don't care about grammar.
Me: It's the conditional --
Sarah: Oh my God! Forget about the damn RULES for once and sing the song right!!!
Me: But 'was' is wrong.
Sarah: So was slavery.

Random blurbs
I'm quoted in the YDN piece about Thomas Frank's visit! I must say I don't sound very intelligent though.

I got my free BRAND NEW iPod today! So happy to have a blank slate...I'm going to try to treat it well.

Finally, Tom DeLay is stepping down. Good riddance.

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Not in Kansas anymore
I saw Thomas Frank at a D'port Master's Tea today. He's just a great guy...so engaging. He talked about his book and his life and told ridiculously entertaining sociopolitical anecdotes.

One thing I was really surprised by was his comments about Bill Clinton, of whom he is really not a fan:

"He did things Reagan couldn't have gotten away with...NAFTA, getting rid of welfare...only a Democrat could say 'The era of big government is over' and turn back the clock like that...I'm researching the Clinton administration right now and I am eternally frustrated anew by some of the things these people said and did."

Food for thought.

April Fools Day Resolution
Ok, so it's three months past New Years, and I can't remember any of the ten resolutions I made then. So here's a new one:

I am going to have beautiful fingernails.

This means quitting almost every nervous habit I have, which is no easy task. But it's worth it. No more infections, period. And even more important, prettiness.

I'll report on progress.

Yale owns.
This year, my school admitted fewer students than any other school ever.

As if that doesn't speak for itself, read the article here.

I bet some sniveling Harvard kid is typing, as we speak, "Yale let in less people than us! Waaahhhh!"



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Did you catch both Mr. Crimson's grammatical errors? Congratulations. Maybe you would have been among that lucky 8.6%.