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Why I love Tulane [Mar. 23rd, 2008|02:01 pm]
Even when I'm far away, I have a link to home. 
Jessie Booten:  PS (I have 3 washers going right now, if you wanna watch... but they're about to become dryers)

Thank you, Laundryview!!
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I feel like... [Oct. 30th, 2007|12:04 pm]
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How to listen to a Conservative.... (if you must) [Oct. 22nd, 2007|09:17 pm]
So I just got back from Ann Coulter's speech and I am so angry I can't even discuss it.  She was awful, of course.  Not only did she say awful, hateful things, including suggesting that we deport all Muslims currently residing in America, and lie, flat-out denying her "Jews need to be perfected" comment, but she's an awful speech writer and a self-obsessed speaker.  Her speech wasn't a speech at all, but bullet points that didn't hang together in any coherent way.  She didn't have any discernible point, and there was no logic to the order of her thoughts.  As for her speaking abilities, she got tripped up and had to refer to her notes so many times that I doubt she really understood what she was spewing, and she paused after every bullet point for applause.  If she didn't get the desired effect, she would repeat her point over and over until she got some sort of response. 

However, what I was really unhappy with were the students.  Remember when that republican politician came to NoHo and really trod on Toy's toes, and then put his arm around him and asked him to speak against unions or some such thing?  The response of the HGM as a whole was decidedly unpleasant, and I know we caught some flack for that, but the audience at tonight's speech was worse.  I was honestly ashamed and embarrassed.  Now, Ms. Coulter wasn't any better, and reverted to childish tactics of insulting our intelligence, talking over us, and chasing one kid away from the microphone (during the Q&A), by shouting at him "you hate blacks!  you hate blacks!"  when he asked her about her hate speech towards Muslims and Jews.  Oh, and that's another thing.  She kept pronouncing the word "Muslim" weirdly, so when the first kid went up for the Q&A, she corrected Ann's pronunciation, which Ann responded to by making fun of the girl's foreign name. 

I would apologize for the Ann Coulter rant, but then I remember to whom I type. 
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Post from a College Girl [Oct. 19th, 2007|03:40 pm]

I am definitely in college. 

It's a Friday afternoon, and I've just come back from my only class of the day, which ended at 3.  I didn't get much sleep last night, despite going to bed around 1:15, about an hour before my usual weeknight bedtime, so I slept in until 11, then went for lunch with some friends, and read in the campus bookstore for a while before sauntering over to class. 

I'm sitting on a blanket out on the grassy quad outside my dorm room, while nice topless boys play frisbee nearby.  I'm talking on my cell phone with a friend from home, and typing on my pretty mac laptop using campus WiFi as music blares from frat row across the street. 
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I didn't have a choice... [Sep. 17th, 2007|11:01 pm]
1 - List seven weird/quirky habits about myself
2 - Tag seven people to do the same
3 - not just say "whoever wants to do it" or refuse to tag people

1.  If you call or IM me and I don't recognize your voice/screenname, I'll talk to you anyway.
2.  I was born a curly blonde, but am currently a straight brunette. 
3.  I am capable of having four-hour-long conversations with someone who I've already talked to that day. 
4.  I almost never wear shorts in public.  (almost, not never)
5.  I still remember the chorus to my session song from the first time I ever went to summer camp, when I was eight years old.  (call me and I'll sing it for you)
6.  When I was ten years old, I could tell the difference between granite and marble better than most adults. 
7.  I have been told that I speak Hebrew (not just reciting prayers) in my sleep, and did sign language when I was recovering from anesthesia. 

I tag....
zoey, sam, hamutahl, jack, galina, hunter, and jane. 
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whoohoo.... [Sep. 16th, 2007|04:47 pm]
Want to see something really sad? 

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Parroting [Sep. 14th, 2007|04:04 pm]
In today's weekly email, the president of my university chose to discuss a very special parrot who recently died.

"Alex was no ordinary bird. With the help of Irene Pepperberg, a comparative
psychologist at Brandeis and Harvard Universities who studied and worked
with him for many years, Alex was able to learn more than 100 words, count
small numbers, distinguish colors and shapes and memorize enough one-liners
to gain him fame on various television shows. His death made news around the
world. I read about it in several national newspapers, including the New
York Times."

But the thing that really struck President Cowen, and the reason I share this with you, are Alex's last words. 

"As Dr. Pepperberg put him into his cage the night
of his death last Thursday, Alex looked at her and said: "You be good, see
you tomorrow. I love you.""

For reasons I'm not sure I could accurately describe, I think that is the absolute perfect thing to tell someone as you say goodnight.  Sweet, innocent, caring.  A perfect send-off for someone who cares. 
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l'shanah tovah [Sep. 11th, 2007|10:14 pm]
Tomorrow, I will attend my High Holy Day services (Jewish New Year, as big as Christmas) at a new temple for the first time in my life.

It will be weird not sitting next to Laura, behind David, and near the Wrubles. It will be weird not going down to check on the little kids and solve whatever problems "my kids" are causing. It will be weird not having to "make the rounds" before services start.

I love High Holy Days because I love going to my temple year after year. I love seeing the same people year after year, even if I never see them during the rest of the year. I love knowing every nook and cranny of my temple. I love feeling so comfortable and loved in my temple community.

I have this weird feeling right now, a combination of the automatic response of excitement that High Holy Days are coming up, and the absolute terror I feel at going by myself.
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Hello from New Orleans [Sep. 3rd, 2007|09:27 pm]
I know people expect me to be homesick, going off to college. And I am. In a way. I am homesick for my best friend's house. I am homesick for her parents and brother. I am homesick for my other best friend. I am homesick for my teammates. I am homesick for the comfort of my high school.

I am not homesick for my own house. I am not homesick for my own parents or sister. I am not homesick for the jerks who cheated their way through school. I am not homesick for the way that we were treated like prisoners in school.

I said I would be a happier and healthier person once I was away from my family, and I think I am. I said college would be more fun than high school, and it is, and I haven't even gone out and done the college thing. I said I was coming down here to help rebuild New Orleans, and that's what I spent my Saturday doing. I cut down six feet of weeds in front of, in back of, and on the sides of a house that was completely destroyed by Katrina. But as good as all those things are, college is not the panacea I had hoped it would be. Living without my friends is killing me.
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Summer Nights [Jul. 29th, 2007|12:40 am]
My final night at the Bowl was actually pretty good, as work nights go.

It started off on the drive in to work. In the car I had an epiphany. Suddenly something clicked, and all of a sudden I dropped my cynicism and believed that I'm not going to lose my friends forever next month. I don't know what it was, but something made me believe the "we'll stay friends after high school" line. It made me so happy I laughed for the rest of the ride.

At work, I had some lovely patrons. One box of people became my friends after asking me what celebs we had that evening, and I kept going back to them each time we got new ones.

Another box walked in with a beautiful bouquet of cut fruit. It was a lovely centerpiece of melons and strawberries and grapes. They kept insisting that I take a piece, but I said I wasn't allowed to; it would look too "unprofessional". The woman scoffed, "what are they going to do, fire you?" When I responded that it was my last night anyway, she forced me to take a chocolate covered strawberry. Some time later, she came out and gave me the entire rest of the arrangement, including the lovely basket it came in. I shared with my family (who were there tonight) and my coworkers down in wardrobe.

At the beginning of the show, one of the Patina (the Bowl's catering service) girls came by and gave me a mocha, and at the end of the night one of the patrons gave me a delicious lemony whipped-creamy white chocolate-covered dessert.

I actually really enjoyed the show tonight (Wayne Brady singing Sammy Davis Jr. is amazing), and I literally went out with a bang, as the grand finale included fireworks and a dozen Vegas showgirls.

Only Dean will appreciate this next part:
On the way home, I eschewed my usual freeway route, instead making a Dean Tambling turn on to Cahuenga, then coasting on Barham. I took the alley that we once got pulled over for using to Valley, then went down Evergreen, passed Sam's house as usual, then turned around at the stone walls, went back, did a 1/4-assed parking job, using my hazard lights, before heading over to Dean's where I stopped briefly to turn around, and then headed home.

Overall, a lovely evening and a great way to end my summer working at the Bowl.
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