Monday, January 23, 2006

Rebarbative

repellent; irritating; unpleasant; objectionable.

New word of the week. Ready, set, go!

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Word of the Week

Only a group of dorks like me would come up with this. To avoid redundancy, I will send you to Tim's blog for an explanation of the rules of the game, but it essentially involves Amy, Tim, and me choosing a new word each week to use in one of 3 very specific circumstances. This past week's word was ochlocracy. My use was in an assignment for New York Stories, entitled by the professor "Your quintessential New York story." Following the rules of the game, which are to post our uses here, I now include an excerpt:

We have a Bell; we have Independence Hall; we have theaters, and museums, and great soft pretzels. We love our sports teams. We will never forget that Philadelphia was the site of the signing of the Declaration of Independence and the Constitutional Convention, and that George Washington lived there during his presidency. We love cheese steaks, cheese fries, and our street cart food that we believe has risen to a level of culinary excellence never to be challenged by the sanitation (or lack thereof) of the vendor. In short, we feel we offer all there is to enjoy in life without the perceived chaos bordering on ochlocracy of New York.

Saturday, January 14, 2006

Four Meme

I've been tagged!

Four jobs:
Willing office bitch (who once was mistaken for an actual attorney!), phone whore (I called and begged for money, isn't that what I was?), elite nature camp counselor (ask me about our fabulous counselor to student ratios!), slightly less willing office bitch (though if you ask me, there are bitchier ones than I in the office)... I'm sensing a pattern.

Four movies I could watch over and over:
When Harry Met Sally, The American President, Sabrina (with Audrey Hepburn), and Pride & Prejudice, regardless of the ampersand.

Four places I've lived:
Wayne, Pennsylvania; Washington, DC, Valparaíso, Chile; and Edgartown, Martha's Vineyard, though that last one's a stretch. I've probably spent the total of 2 years there throughout the course of my life, so we'll make it count.

Four TV shows I love to watch:
The West Wing, Cheers, Alias, the OC
... though I haven't watched any in months (at least), so perhaps I'm not the most admirable fan.

Four places I've been on vacation:
Though I feel this part of the meme is shameless flaunting of my luck in life, I'll play along. Martha's Vineyard (like I said, unsure if it's a home or a vacation spot for me), the Bahamas, Florida, Buenos Aires.

Four websites I visit daily: (or at least try to)
Slate, DC-ist, Wonkette, the Hunger Site

Four of my favorite foods:
I'm not even sure it's possible for a food lover as voracious as myself to answer this question, but here are a few... Pizza, sushi, chili, peanut sattes.

Four places I'd rather be:
Martha's Vineyard; checking out Western Europe; exploring Eastern Europe; gallavanting about South America.

Four albums I can't live without:
U2's The Joshua Tree, The Killers' Hot Fuss, Guster's Lost and Gone Forever, The OC mixes (don't hate on it just 'cause it's popular, that's my motto)

Four people to tag:
This is a little difficult since I don't know that many people that 1. update their blogs anymore, and 2. also check my blog. We'll see if these people notice their names up here... Monica, Mary, Bob, and Pololo

Thursday, January 12, 2006

so at first i was seriously nervous about taking russian this semester. any class that meets 6 times a week should freak you out at least a little. what was it that finally calmed me down? the nice professor telling me it would be okay? the support of my friends? or was it viktor? it turns out my text comes with the required beginning language videos, and as i was studying from my book, i discovered a list of the characters we would be meeting, the last of whom was "viktor, a hustling young entrepreneur of the post-soviet era, who always seems to know how to provide hard-to-find goods and services." it's time to get my thug on, because how could a class whose video intro-to-language-drama includes a russian wannabe mafioso not be awesome??

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

The pen *is* mightier

All I have to say is Oh.My.God. Can I go to this? Is there any way I can maintain my dignity and go home for a weekend solely to see a pen show? Can I choose not to care about my dignity?