Saturday, December 02, 2006

Join me...

Come over here: spero melior.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006


"Diseases transmitted through water or human waste are the second leading cause od death amond children worldwide, after respitory tract infection. The overall death toll: an estimated 3,900 children every day."

"On current indicators, a chold born in Zambia today has a less chance of survivorship past age 30 that a child born in 1840 in England."

From the Human Development Reports, 2005.

Sunday, August 20, 2006

One problem to another.

It is about $170 more expensive for me to type "My house has a cricket problem" as opposed to "My apartment has roaches."

It all started about three weekends ago when my mother and I came to CoMo to move me into what I thought was going to be a lovely (and cheap!) apartment. Turns out the previous tenant had a roach problem and never reported it. So, the landlords had yet to deal with the problem completely. A week and a few upset phone calls later, I found someone to take over me lease. The landlord was not happy, but neither was I. She can live with roaches if she wants, but I am not cool with that. I am done with roaches problems and now I am on to what my father insists is a cricket problems.

I call them jumping spiders but my dad says they are some breed of crickets. (We are not talking about our friend Jiminy Cricket here. There ones have long spider legs and jump right for your face. They are horrible creatures.) All I know is I do not was them in my house. I hate the idea of coating each crevice of my house with chemicals, but that is indeed what I just finished doing. And tomorrow I will coat the outside with chemicals. Then maybe I will looks for a healthier solution to the problem. But right now I was them gone and I want them gone now!

I have a house. My own little place. (For a year). It is much more expensive than the cramped roach apartment I was going to live in. I guess you get what you pay for. However, the house comes with a sat of problems all its own. The most prominent problem being me feeling too much like an adult and wanting to run home to mommy.

Monday, July 10, 2006

It has occured to me that...

Did I need more of an explination on the last post?

Surely everyone has read Jhumpa Lahiri's The Namesake, or at least heard of it. I mean, come on. You knew what I was talking about, right?!?!

Sunday, July 09, 2006

The Namesake- the movie.

Whoa. Actually, my first words when I saw this were: "Shut the fuck up."

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Explosions, Lists and Swiss Family Robinson.

I'm cool with the Fourth of July. Whatever. Blow your shit up, happy birthday America. Yahoo.
I am not okay with:
1) Stupid kids throwing fireworks at my car. While driving. Not okay.
2) My house having what appears to be a panic attack, shaving furiously, from all the explosions in the neighborhood. Crazy. Can houses have panic attacks?
3) Nothing really. But I don't think a list merits being numbered unless there are three or more things.

My lack of blog updating is very characteristic of my summer. I think about it a lot, but nothing ever manifests onto this page. I began the summer with a sort of "list" of things to do. I had a lot of plans for this, it being my last "summer of freedom." Let's evaluate this "last summer of freedom" title...
This is the last summer that I will take the title of "student." I plan on graduating in May, then most likely on to find some ridiculous job. Some really harsh 8-5 job is in store.
I am working this summer- an 8-5 job. A real job.
So, is this really a "last summer of freedom" or is this like, my introduction into life after graduation?
I can imagine life after graduation will differ because I won't be living at home. Therefore I might actually feel like an adult, and not a 16 year old kid. That is besides the point. What I was getting at is the fact that this could very well be "real life." Will I have an 8-5 job, come home tired, and never get anything accomplished? But, who is to say I am not getting anything accomplished. Just because I am not marking things off an arbitrary lists does not mean that my time is spent in vain.
Christ, did I have a point somewhere? I think the points is: I have not "accomplished" a great deal this summer, but I'm okay with that. It seems like I will have the rest of my life to accomplish all the things that plague the list tacked above my desk. Get what I mean?

In other news, I think I am going to rent Swiss Family Robinson. It was one of my favorite movies growing up.

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Ahh the Memories, or lack thereof.

I made a good investment at Target tonight. Passing time with a friend, we came across the board games. I could hardly contain my excitement when I came across Mousetrap. This was my all time favorite game growing up. Then I spotted Don't Break the Ice, which I immediately decided to buy. A lot of good times were had playing Break the Ice. My brother apparently has no recollection of the game, although I know he must have played it, because who else would I have played with?
I decided Don't Break the Ice would be a better purchase. It was $8, as opposed to $14. I also remembered having a lot more fun playing Don't Break the Ice. When I got home, I was reminded why this is.
We had a Don't Break the Ice tournament of sorts, which I'm sure I won. While my brothers were playing, I told my mom about the other games I saw. I told her all about Mousetrap, and said to my brother, "You have to remember that one." Mom chirped in with, "God. That was the one with all the pieces, right?" Now I remember why I don't have a lot of Mouse Trap memories. My mom never let us play. More like never wanted to go through the trouble of putting it together. (Which I now, as a semi-adult can see why should would not want to go through this. I mean, I would be annoyed if some bratty little kid was bugging me to play some ridiculous game.)
If you have any knowledge of Mousetrap, you'll know how much effort it takes to put together. Here is a shot of the board.
See, it's quite the complicated game. You have to maneuver through the course, without getting trapped. Hours upon hours of fun. Or not, depending on the mood of your parents.
In short, I will be going back to target to buy Mousetrap. I'll set the game up, then force my mother to play along. Yeah, that's what I'll do.

Until then, I'll have to settle for this:

{This is also the first time in awhile that I have thought, "I should blog that" then actually went and done it. Quite a momentous occasion.}