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06:46 pm
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Semantics at Work
Gender-bending toilets - The main women's bathroom in my building is undergoing renovation. Thus the newly renovated men's room next to it has been temporarily converted into a women's room and the men sent upstairs to that men's room. The women's restroom sign had been placed over the men's sign and the "men" label has been covered up. Today I referred to this restroom as the "tranny" restroom when I complained to one of the secretaries that it was out of paper towels.
Don't teabag me bro': Our perky intern announced that she needed to get a tea bag before following me upstairs. I loudly complained that I didn't wanted to be teabagged. She said that she didn't know what that meant. I told her that she could look it up online when she got home. Definitely when she got home. I mentioned this to another co-worker as I passed by and we had a good laugh about it.
All the ex-military types in my department are freaks. Seriously.
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09:20 pm
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STOP THE PRESSES!!!
Soccer upset: United States beats Spain 2-0
I was there. I saw it, live. I think the entire campus heard me scream when we scored the second goal. Wow. What a game!!
For the uninformed, Spain is currently #1 in the world. Torres from Spain, is one of the best players in the world. We OWNED his ass during the game. OWNED him.
Our defense. My god. It was like the first day of the Battle of Thermopolye. Major. Smackdown.
I thought we would go down like a $2 whore. No. We brought it and then some.
Damn!! Just...damn.
I love this game.
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09:09 pm
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The Owl and the Greyhound
So hi, dis is monty. i want to tell u about my puppy frind in Ingland. he has a babie owl frind. i wud lik a nice birdie frind. ferdie berdie is no very nice.
um, dat is all. tank u.
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09:39 am
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Flash - AAAAAAHHH!!
All of a sudden, my IE has lost Flash. It says that I need to download the latest copy of Flash, which is Flash 10. Done so. Still not working. Upgraded to IE 8, still not working and now other things aren't either. Grrrr!! YouTube says that I either don't have the latest plug-in or don't have javascript turned on. I have both and Javascript is turned on. WTF?
Any possible solutions? The new Flash plug-in works in both Google Chrome and Firefox so it's not like it didn't install properly.
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02:25 pm
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Sad Day in DC
Shooting at the Holocaust Museum. 2 dead.
Even sadder irony - when I came across this story, I was listening to Henry Gorecki's 3rd Symphony, known as "The Symphony of Sorrowful Songs". It is scored for solo soprano and orchestra and was inspired by a Polish lament from a mother for her son lost in war and the words of 18-year-old Helena Wanda Błażusiakówna, a highland woman incarcerated on 25 September, 1944 in a Gestapo prison. It read "O Mamo nie płacz nie—Niebios Przeczysta Królowo Ty zawsze wspieraj mnie" (Oh Mamma do not cry—Immaculate Queen of Heaven support me always).
I had to fight back the sniffles in my office.
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08:23 pm
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I Want a New Drug
I have now found the most useless waste of medical research in the entire world - Latisse, for growing thicker eyelashes. SRSLY?!?!?! People are dying of cancer, AIDS, and swine flu and some company has spent millions upon millions of dollars for a prescription drug on EYELASHES!!! What's worse, the FDA has spent our hard earned yankee tax dollars reviewing said drug and getting it approved.
*headdesk*
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10:38 pm
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Reality Bites
Jon and Kate, please go away. Your show was annoying from the start. I realise that reality shows deliberately edit the footage to maximize the drama but I suspect the editors of your show don't have to work that hard. Kate, you're annoying. Shut up. Jon, get a spine. Tabloids, isn't Paris Hilton doing anything these days?
Is anyone surprised that things blew up between them? You invite cameras into your house 24/7 and it can only end in tears. Sure the money is great. I'd like to make $70K per episode just to chase my kids around and bitch at my husband. But at what price? I don't think the kids' college funds will even begin to pay for their therapy bills later in life. These poor kids will have hours of footage of them running around and screaming that will haunt them to the grave. The rest of us only have to deal with bathtime photos from when we were two that our parents drag out when we bring new dates home. Photo negatives can be burned. Youtube is forever.
If nothing else, please let the saga of Jon and Kate serve as an example of anyone else thinking about turning their lives into a reality TV show. TV producers can make the Waltons look like Lord of the Flies. I keep hoping that the American public will get tired of all the reality TV insanity and go back to good old-fashioned scripted shows. Yeah, I believed in the Easter Bunny for a long time too. On the flip side, I have rediscovered reading. Maybe my IQ will be spared afterall.
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10:27 pm
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I'm Only Happy When It Rains
And when DC United beats the crap out of the Metrodonkeys (aka New York Red Bulls).
New rain pants worked wonderfully. Rain coat still works. Nothing but hardcores in the stands. Too bad tonight was military appreciation night as there weren't a lot of people at the game. One of the Barra's own lead the Marine Silent Drill Team - in the rain mind you. No one got stabbed or dropped their rifle. Way excellent!!
2-0. What a beautiful score!
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10:57 am
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RIP Grasshopper
David Carradine found dead in hotel room.
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07:10 pm
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Tag Line
So I think I've finally come up with a "tag line" for my business cards and my resume:
Stori Lundi, Educator - Making sense of the complex, the enigmatic, and the obtuse
(Copyright 2009, just in case)
Yes? No? Maybe? WTF?
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07:29 pm
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My Week Has Been Like That Katy Perry Song
You know the one that goes, "You're hot and you're cold. You're yes and you're no, etc."
( If this post was emo, it would cut itself. )
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09:22 pm
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The "Gist" of It
Having recently screened resumes and done interviews for my company, I'm noticing an alarming trend in job titles - taking regular nouns like "technology" or "strategy" and adding "ist" to the end to get such gems as "learning strategist" or "academic technologist". Now I understand that job titles have long been victims of "weasel words" but the latest ones seem to take it to a new low.
Just WTF is a "learning strategist"? Can you teach a classroom course? Can you design online instruction? How about write solid test questions? Can you evaluate curricula and see if it matches learning objectives in both content and instructional level? Or are you an over-glorified simple instructional designer with delusions of grandeur who can only create online content by rote application of the ADDIE process, just like everyone else?
Pah. There was a day when job titles actually described what you did. Now it seems like people are in a contest to see who can come up with the most non-descriptive, yet hip, job title.
Bottom line is I don't care what you call yourself. Your resume is going to get tossed in the circular file if I can't quickly figure out what you can do, no matter how hip you job titles are.
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07:03 pm
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Finis!
Since today is the last day of National Poetry Month, I present you with:
Untitled, by Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz
Oh freddled gruntbuggley, thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee
Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles, or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't! Gashee morphousite, thou expungiest quoopisk!
Fripping lyshus wimbgunts, awhilst moongrovenly kormzibs.
Bleem miserable venchit! Bleem forever mestinglish asunder frapt!
Gerond withoutitude form into formless bloit, why not then? Moose.
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07:04 pm
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Cow Tipping
DCU 3 Pink Cows 2
Scrappy game and DCU almost lost because they slacked off after scoring first. But the rookies came through.
So long to playing at Giant's Stadium. While I don't think the cows deserve their own stadium, it will be nice for our guys to not have to play on the concrete and astro turf.
Congrats to the other DC teams this weekend as well. Caps and the Nats pulled wins in NY as well!!
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10:02 pm
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ANZAC Day
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
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09:39 pm
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What's That Ringing?
So there's this new high-pitched "mosquito" ring tone that supposedly only teens can hear. As people age, their ears also age and become less able to pick up higher tones. Most people over the age of 25 cannot hear the tone. I can and I haven't seen 25 in a while. I thought my ears weren't that great as half the time, I can't even hear my own cell phone ring. Maybe I just have "young ears". I'd happily trade them for a "young waistline".
Can YOU hear the tone?
http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/player/popup/?rn=3906861&cl=13142607&ch=4226723&src=news
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04:16 pm
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A Poem Because I Have Bronchitis
Sick
'I cannot go to school today, '
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
'I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more-that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut-my eyes are blue-
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke-
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is-what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is...Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play! '
Shel Silverstein
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09:50 pm
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I Will Post More Poetry
John Masefield
Sea Fever
I MUST down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
Roadways
ONE road leads to London, One road leads to Wales, My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails.
One road leads to the river, And it goes singing slow; My road leads to shipping, Where the bronzed sailors go.
Leads me, lures me, calls me To salt green tossing sea; A road without earth's road-dust Is the right road for me.
A wet road heaving, shining, And wild with seagull's cries, A mad salt sea-wind blowing The salt spray in my eyes.
My road calls me, lures me West, east, south, and north; Most roads lead men homewards, My road leads me forth.
To add more miles to the tally Of grey miles left behind, In quest of that one beauty God put me here to find.
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05:13 pm
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National Poetry Month
I was going to write my master's thesis on using poetry to teach astronomy. Oh well. One of these days.
I give you two poems by Carl Sandburg:
Stars
The stars are too many to count.
The stars make sixes and sevens.
The stars tell nothing--and everything.
The stars look scattered.
Stars are so far away they never speak when spoken to.
Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
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11:01 am
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Earth Day Fail!
Does anyone else see the irony in this: Celebrate Earth Day in Second Life!!
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