are you there jams? its me, grad student
this isn't even new. update: this is new. also this isn't a real video. update: this is a real video. still, this is what i've come to.
an education
this week was the halfway point thru my first semester, plus it totally monsooned on Monday which, together, made it really seem like Fall. big sigh.
not to mention, a couple weeks ago we went to visit friends in Redwood City and they had the garden of Eden in their backyard, from which I came away with a bucket of figs straight from the tree and deez apples.
So on Sunday I put on a pot of apple butter and wrote my memo for Politics.
for this assignment, I had to pretend I worked for a German petrochemical corporation and I was proposing a strategy to evade an EU-wide carbon tax.
i learned its so much easier to be the bad guy because you have more options, like, totally having no scruples about screwing the environment.
thanks, berkeley.
not to mention, a couple weeks ago we went to visit friends in Redwood City and they had the garden of Eden in their backyard, from which I came away with a bucket of figs straight from the tree and deez apples.
So on Sunday I put on a pot of apple butter and wrote my memo for Politics.
for this assignment, I had to pretend I worked for a German petrochemical corporation and I was proposing a strategy to evade an EU-wide carbon tax.
i learned its so much easier to be the bad guy because you have more options, like, totally having no scruples about screwing the environment.
thanks, berkeley.
noms and the city
ugh school is killing me. but last weekend was good, especially the part where we got heirloom tomato croque monsieur, Bellweather Carmody/Strauss Cheddar/Idiazabel pressed sandwich, and an elcair to go from Tartine and ate it all in the (cold, windy) sun at dolores park. mc hammer was emceeing at some bluegrass festival at GG park, but this was better I think.
see here:
closer
too close, back tfu.
see here:
closer
too close, back tfu.
geek love
My friends Toshio and Caitlin started the website Where's Lulu as a place to feature user-generated reviews rating local businesses in terms of their accessibility for disabled people. So far the site is only active for Portland and San Francisco, but they're talking about expanding eastward soon. They just started a new feature called 'Accessible Intercourse' where they take questions from the public about disability and answer them in short video form, kind of like pot psychology on gawker but not as WACK.
Accessible Intercourse, Episode 1.
Gotta stop saying retarded. and *&^%%$$. and #@@)(*&^!.
Accessible Intercourse, Episode 1.
Gotta stop saying retarded. and *&^%%$$. and #@@)(*&^!.
jamsmakin me crazy
WTF is going on at the moment with all the jams about getting pregnant? for example:
"pregnant" - R.Kelly ft. Tyrese
"have a baby by me" - 50 Cent ft. Ne-yo
"headboard" - Hurricane Chris ft. Plies and Mario
is it me or is hip hop like on its period this week? someone needs to REGULATE your hormones, jams.
until then, I'll be listening to this:
"pregnant" - R.Kelly ft. Tyrese
"have a baby by me" - 50 Cent ft. Ne-yo
"headboard" - Hurricane Chris ft. Plies and Mario
is it me or is hip hop like on its period this week? someone needs to REGULATE your hormones, jams.
until then, I'll be listening to this:
it really just makes you look girlier
This article got me thinking about those 5 minutes when I was a courier in DC.
These are things I miss about being a courier:
knowing my way around the city like a cabbie and being able to get literally anywhere by bike
riding down the median on Pennsylvania Ave at rush hour with no hands
getting a rush to the state department or an embassy where i'll have to wait forever inside where its warm and still get paid double
women in offices giving me high fives for being a woman in a male dominated industry
men in offices looking at me like I was an alien
and, you know, looking cool
These are things I don't miss about being a courier:
cabs
bamma couriers
capitol effing police
getting doored
bamma dispatchers
the smell
having to enter thru the loading dock and deal with power-tripping security officers and take dirty service elevators like i'm a piece of garbage
snow
never making any money because I am slow and don't give a shit
Anyways, I'm going to Portland this weekend to hang out and drink all the Stumptown coffee in the world. They ride bikes there too:
These are things I miss about being a courier:
knowing my way around the city like a cabbie and being able to get literally anywhere by bike
riding down the median on Pennsylvania Ave at rush hour with no hands
getting a rush to the state department or an embassy where i'll have to wait forever inside where its warm and still get paid double
women in offices giving me high fives for being a woman in a male dominated industry
men in offices looking at me like I was an alien
and, you know, looking cool
These are things I don't miss about being a courier:
cabs
bamma couriers
capitol effing police
getting doored
bamma dispatchers
the smell
having to enter thru the loading dock and deal with power-tripping security officers and take dirty service elevators like i'm a piece of garbage
snow
never making any money because I am slow and don't give a shit
Anyways, I'm going to Portland this weekend to hang out and drink all the Stumptown coffee in the world. They ride bikes there too:
good morning
oh hey there, beautiful peach halves canned in light syrup. how's it hangin. oh you know. what it is. and you, 3 half pints of leftover peach-flavored syrup to make ice tea with or drink straight like heavenly manna? what up.
Today I turn in my first Econ problem set AND Quant problem set (nice symmetry there with the due dates, guys). Then, on friday I get to go to PDX. Then in the distant future I have more visitors coming! So I'm feeling less emotionally barfy already this week.
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