Saturday, March 1, 2008

Blog Potpourri

Here's a bunch of random stuff.

I've read several books in the past two months. I've always been a library addict, and now more than ever. I recently read Snow Flower and the Secret Fan by Lisa See, which was beautiful and sad. It's set in 19th century China, and talks a lot about foot binding, which totally weirds me out. Then I got to thinking, there is all this stuff about how it made their legs look longer because the idea was that the foot would look like more of an extension of the leg. It started as a status symbol, for men and women; the women could afford to have servants, and the men could afford to have a wife that couldn't really do anything. It also made them walk with very short steps. Interestingly enough, this makes me think of high heels. Granted I made a comment a while back on this blog about liking high heels. But what do they do but make us look like we have smaller feet and longer legs? Interesting how you have to learn how to walk in heels, because you'll kill yourself if you try to walk normally. Short, quick steps. I still like heels, but it's something that really made me think. I was ranting for days about how horrible the idea of binding feet is, while our society does similar, if not as permanently damaging, things to women.

I also read Blink by Malcolm Gladwell. It discusses the role our subconscious plays in decisions. And how you can know things without knowing how you know them.

And now I'm reading Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card. I can't believe I haven't read this until now. Nearly all my friends have read it. It's a very popular book. It's right up my alley, scifi/fantasy awesomeness. It kind of hurts my head in that the main character is 9 (at the point I'm at in the book) and he thinks more like an adult than I do. He thought more like an adult when he was 6 as well. Maybe I'm not the best person to judge against. The amazing thing is that the way everything is set up it's still almost believable.

Nathan straightened his hair for the last church dance. Or rather, I straightened his hair. His hair is longer than parts of mine. It's kind of crazy. He went to the dance and got some remarkably stupid comments and questions. Such as, "how did you do that?" Um, a straightener? C'mon, no one would ask a girl that. For most hair (on a guy or girl) there are only a few ways to do that. A more pertinent question would be, " how long did that take?" I curled my normally stick straight hair, and that's basically the question I got.

I'm torn. I have a double bed. It's nice, and big and roomy. I miss my twin bed. Twin beds are great. When it's cold your whole bed is warm, as opposed to the cold patches that develop in larger beds. When it's hot you can hang you arms and legs off the bed to cool off. I'm so used to a twin bed right now that I don't even utilize all the space I have. When your bed is propped up on cinder blocks you get used to changing sleep positions without falling off the bed, so the fact that you've only got 4 ft or so doesn't even matter. If I had a twin bed right now I would have tons of space in my room.

I've got a job. I'm working at the same place I always end up working. I start Monday. I have an interview for a different job in a couple weeks. I hope I get it because it is less hours a week and I need to be able to take some classes at the college here.

I hate drug tests. Not only are they so completely pointless for me, they are so freaking annoying! I can't go on demand. I have a shy bladder. I finally got through the drug test. Passed it (of course), and left and then I immediately had to go really bad.

I also am completely weirded out by the TB skin test. They inject this stuff under your skin, so there is this dime sized bump, and then your body gradually absorbs it. I hope that's a good sign.

I am in love with the USA series Psych. I don't really know what I like so much about it. It's random and funny, though. And kind of mysterious, but not dark and depressing. I've also really enjoyed messing around on the show's website.

Because of my current Psych addiction I also stumbled across Super Chicken! Awesome, awesome, awesome. Cartoons used to be so much better.

When you find youself in danger,
When you're threatened by a stranger,
When it looks like you will take a lickin', (puk, puk, puk)
There is someone waiting,
Who will hurry up and rescue you,
Just Call for Super Chicken! (puk, ack!)

Fred, if you're afraid you'll have to overlook it,
Besides you knew the job was dangerous when you took it (puk, ack!)

He will drink his super sauce
And throw the bad guys for a loss
And he will bring them in alive and kickin' (puk, puk, puk)
There is one thing you should learn
When there is no one else to turn to
Call for Super Chicken! (puk, puk, puk)
Call for Super Chicken! (puk, ack!)


Also, I am hooked on The Beatles.

1 comment:

Florinn said...

Yeah, I told you so!