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2012--Finally!

At long last, the year 2011 has finally ended!  Watch as I bow down, prostrate my self upon the ground, and thank all the gods! 

Last year was a doozie: the end of a long relationship that truly should have ended at least a couple of years earlier, my re-entry into the dating scene for real, a quick lesson in salary negotiations, my first Bikram Challenge completed*,  a quick weekend jaunt to Hawaii, and a re-realization that the world is damn awesome! (*OK, so I didn't fully complete the challenge, but I did do 27 classes in 30 days while working full-time; I think that is more than pretty good!) 

Now for the resolutions:

1) Complete my Master's thesis. I have no more excuses left and I have no one but myself holding me back.  I must see this as a series of papers and not some big monster lurking under the proverbial bed.  

2) Continue my Bikram practice.  It makes me happy and healthy.  Ideally, I would like to do 4 days a week, but 3 will suffice.  However, I need to be conscious of how my angry little right knee is feeling and back off when necessary.

3) Keep up with the blog. I know that there is a novel,  a non-fiction book, or a series of restaurant reviews hidden somewhere in me and writers only get better by actually writing.  Of course, writing the thesis will help, but I've got to have some fun writing to do as well.

4) Spend more time with my girlfriends. Friends rock and should be prioritized. We all have busy lives, but I know I can make room for them.

5) Start being crafty again.  I used to do a lot of creative things--sewing, knitting, glueing shit from magazines to anything that stood still for more than 5 seconds (decoupaging).  What happened that stopped me?  A lot and really very little.  This year I'd like to return to being a crafty chica and also dip my big toe into "urban art" (but legally, of course).

Alright, I think that is enough for today.  There may be more resolutions to come...

Happy New Year to All!  Hello 2012, you are looking fantastic already!

Cleaving

We were once upon a time two disparate individuals inhabiting  the same intellectual space and time.  Then somehow, somewhere, sometime, you noticed me and were inclined to transfer into my orbital path.  We then slowly began the process of colliding, melding, and growing together until the atmosphere (the outside conditions, the expectations, especially those imposed by others) and our inner realities created too much friction.  We cleft apart in every single sense of the dictionary definition.  And now I am learning  that, just like a diamond must be sharply and decisively cleft to expose its most beautiful facets, I too must be broken  apart, split along my true seam to reveal that hidden self of beauty and wisdom.

More Randomnalia--All Over the Place!

• Despite being car-free for a little less than ten years now, my slight-obsession with tiny cars continues.  Submitted as Evidence: Another picture of vintage Mini; this one in the Haight with a parking meter for perspective on size.

  

• The upside of high gas prices?  Shopping locally and supporting small-business owners!

• **Uh, hello, anybody there Reverend Jesse Jackson???**  Could you possibly be more of an ignoramus?  Really?!  I think not! 

Where the hell was your brain when you said (supposedly off-Mic) that Obama should be castrated? 

Why in the world would a black man suggest that another black man be castrated in light of the fact that black men were often castrated before they were lynched?

Ugh, and so much more that I dare not say here...Let me just say, that the Rev. Jesse Jackson made a fool of himself.

• In a related vein, I am nearly finished reading Toni Morrison's Beloved and am thinking that perhaps the Rev. Jesse Jackson might do well to (re?)read this novel as it provides a graphic, haunting, and all-together disturbing refresher course on the horrors of slavery.

• I am tired, oh-so-tired, sleepy-sleepy.  Teaching  English Literature and Language Arts to 33--yes, 33!--6th-8th graders can sometimes feel like taming lions after being dipped in vat of gazelle blood.

  On the other hand, today's sleepiness is a "rewarding tiredness" earned from getting those same kids to be really excited and engaged with what we're learning.

• The 1975 edition of the Vogue Sewing Book rocks!  So much information!  So concise! Such clear directions!

• I had lunch last weekend with a friend and her husband at Zazil Coastal Mexican Cuisine in the Nordstrom's shopping center and was pretty disappointed.  The food is so-so, but not worth the price, and the ambiance of the restaurant is more suited to a fast-food environment.  The three of us spent $158 dollars on lunch and dessert (luckily, we had $100 in gift certificates to spend there!).  I'm of the opinion that one should never feel as if they are eating in an upscale-cafeteria-like-environment when you're paying $50+ to eat lunch.  Give me a break!  Puh-lease!

• My Princeton Review Career Quiz results are:

My INTEREST color is BLUE:  People with blue Interests like job responsibilities and occupations that involve creative, humanistic, thoughtful, and quiet types of activities. Blue Interests include abstracting, theorizing, designing, writing, reflecting, and originating, which often lead to work in editing, teaching, composing, inventing, mediating, clergy, and writing.

My USUAL STYLE is YELLOW:  People with yellow styles perform their job responsibilities in a manner that is orderly and planned to meet a known schedule. They prefer to work where things get done with a minimum of interpretation and unexpected change. People with a yellow style tend to be orderly, cautious, structured, loyal, systematic, solitary, methodical, and organized, and usually thrive in a research-oriented, predictable, established, controlled, measurable, orderly environment.

So shocking!  Not! 

Some of the suggested careers are: philosopher (got that covered with my Bachelors degree) and teacher (been there, doing that), professor (perhaps someday?).  The quiz also suggested I look into working as a Media Planner, Web Editor, Book Publishing Professional--all of which I would find interesting.  I am definietely intrigued by the Media Planner career as I L-O-V-E to critically tear apart advertisements and their often inappropriate placement.  However, I do not see myself becoming an optometrist, a Rabbi or Imam, or an antiques dealer. 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

I'm an Undercover Agent

The excitement never ends...

• I got tickets to see Radiohead in my very own neighborhood!

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Today, I got to view and examine the cadavers at a local medical school!  And...

It was amazing! 

I have always been curious about human anatomy/how the body works; and, after reading Mary Roach's Stiff: The Curious Life of Human Cadavers, I became interested in donating my entire body to science after I die (rather than just organs/tissue).

The bodies I saw looked very much like that which the University of Wisconsin Medical School shows here. 

Furthermore, I've come to my own conclusion that preserved human cadavers look very much like turkey meat.  Today, I was very happy to be a pescetarian.

5 Years, 4,000 American Soldiers Dead, and Countless Civilians

For an excruciatingly-painful retrospective on how we--the U.S.--created the current quagmire in Iraq, watch PBS' Frontline documentary Bush's War (completely available online; Part 1 on March 24 and  Part 2 on March 25, 2008).

Then cringe as you read Cheney's interview with ABC News in regards to the human-toll-marker of 4,000 American soldiers dead:

"The president carries the biggest burden, obviously," Cheney said. "He's the one who has to make the decision to commit young Americans, but we are fortunate to have a group of men and women, the all-volunteer force, who voluntarily put on the uniform and go in harm's way for the rest of us." (Qtd. at ABC News: "Cheney on Iraq, emphasis mine)

Yep, we are lucky to have citizens (and non-citizens alike) willing to sacrifice their bodies to fight an unnecessary war (and who would fight a necessary war as well).  And, of course, Bush naturally carries the "biggest burden"-- not all the widowed husbands and widowed wives,  bereaved mothers, fathers, and children who face each day without their loved one who lost their life in Iraq.  Or perhaps, Bush really carries the biggest burden when a soldier returns home with brain damage, a missing limb, or Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (for a personal narrative of PTSD see "Iraq Never Leaves Us," by Bob Page, Chief Petty Officer, United States Navy Reserve).