Monday:
1-2 French 201
3-4:30 History 491: Cultural Cold War
Tuesday:
9:30- 11 German 307: Civilization and Society
2-3:30 History 113: Introduction to Latin American History (hells yeah it's me and the
freshmen!)
Wednesday:
1-2 French 201
3-4:30 Hist 491
Thursday:
9:30-11 German 307
12:30-1:30 French drill
2-3:30 Hist 113
Friday:
1-2 French 201
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Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
40: Summer Plans
Well.
I just got offered an internship with the Human Rights Watch.
Pros?
It's the mother fucking Human Rights Watch.
Hella exposure to the organization and chances for cross interning
Super easy job, with flexible hours.
The woman I'd be working for seems super nice and laid back.
Working in NYC
Close to home, friends and fam.
Cons?
Not paid.
Administrative work--> basically, I will be reunited with my old friend Razor's Edge, to the max. We're talking about pure address updates, and fulfilling merch request.
Means I can't learn Croatian, unless I look at paying for classes at one of those semi sketch looking institutes in NYC.
I'm assuming I won't be able to dye my hair pink and go crazy, like I was planning.
Sigh.
I just got offered an internship with the Human Rights Watch.
Pros?
It's the mother fucking Human Rights Watch.
Hella exposure to the organization and chances for cross interning
Super easy job, with flexible hours.
The woman I'd be working for seems super nice and laid back.
Working in NYC
Close to home, friends and fam.
Cons?
Not paid.
Administrative work--> basically, I will be reunited with my old friend Razor's Edge, to the max. We're talking about pure address updates, and fulfilling merch request.
Means I can't learn Croatian, unless I look at paying for classes at one of those semi sketch looking institutes in NYC.
I'm assuming I won't be able to dye my hair pink and go crazy, like I was planning.
Sigh.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
31: Mornings After
Things to know about me, if you and I go out:
1. The more I drink, the more I drop things. Do not trust what is normally fine motor control.
Examples:
a. Large glass of saucy Brit guy's beer, two hours into the Hungarian feast/champagne buffet
b. last night, ALLLLL the things i dropped all over other people's shoes
2. I have an overwhelming tendency to take guy's stuff. Not necessarily people I like, just random shit.
Examples:
a. Jake's (very large) Southie hat
b. Bob's scarf
3. I drunk text. And drunk call.
Examples:
a. see Rachel
b. see anyone
4. I lose things.
Examples:
a. so many earrings. so many!
5. I'd like to think I get fairly generous.
6. I also assume whatever male I'm with will pay for the drinks I keep ordering.
7. I depend a lot on my charm to get what I want
Examples:
a. New Year's--> friend of Shane's
b. last night, completely blowing off the bouncer at Paul's by telling him 'I'm not going to show you my ID, but I'm 21. Do you want to know my birthday?' and then I *think* I just walked right in
8. I usually remain fairly wise-acrey. I guess the years of Bugs Bunny and Looney Toons means I'll never be able to turn it off. Ever.
9. (Amended) I love a drunken debate. The less I know on the subject, the better.
Examples:
a. riling someone on the Patriots last night? I don't even know the QB's NAME!
b. Six Nations. Ireland v. Wales
Hangover Cures:
1. Lush related
Mask of Magnaminty, Too Drunk to Fuck Emotibomb, anything citrusy
2. Non-Lush related
(in no particular order) Modest Mouse, orange juice, coffee, water, Patrick Watson, lots of showers, toast, eggs, flinging myself upon someone to regale them stories of my night and have them pat my head, naps, a comfy pair of jeans (better than sweatpants)
1. The more I drink, the more I drop things. Do not trust what is normally fine motor control.
Examples:
a. Large glass of saucy Brit guy's beer, two hours into the Hungarian feast/champagne buffet
b. last night, ALLLLL the things i dropped all over other people's shoes
2. I have an overwhelming tendency to take guy's stuff. Not necessarily people I like, just random shit.
Examples:
a. Jake's (very large) Southie hat
b. Bob's scarf
3. I drunk text. And drunk call.
Examples:
a. see Rachel
b. see anyone
4. I lose things.
Examples:
a. so many earrings. so many!
5. I'd like to think I get fairly generous.
6. I also assume whatever male I'm with will pay for the drinks I keep ordering.
7. I depend a lot on my charm to get what I want
Examples:
a. New Year's--> friend of Shane's
b. last night, completely blowing off the bouncer at Paul's by telling him 'I'm not going to show you my ID, but I'm 21. Do you want to know my birthday?' and then I *think* I just walked right in
8. I usually remain fairly wise-acrey. I guess the years of Bugs Bunny and Looney Toons means I'll never be able to turn it off. Ever.
9. (Amended) I love a drunken debate. The less I know on the subject, the better.
Examples:
a. riling someone on the Patriots last night? I don't even know the QB's NAME!
b. Six Nations. Ireland v. Wales
Hangover Cures:
1. Lush related
Mask of Magnaminty, Too Drunk to Fuck Emotibomb, anything citrusy
2. Non-Lush related
(in no particular order) Modest Mouse, orange juice, coffee, water, Patrick Watson, lots of showers, toast, eggs, flinging myself upon someone to regale them stories of my night and have them pat my head, naps, a comfy pair of jeans (better than sweatpants)
Sunday, November 16, 2008
17: What I Do When Sick
- Clean (the kitchen, vaccuum the downstairs, laundry; I'm fighting the fruit flies, but they seem to be winning. Funny how we never had this problem in Ireland though our common areas much more resembled a squat then here. Must have been all the alcohol, killing anything and everything but twenty-somethings)
- Sleep (epic proportions)
- Eat soup. Eat mac n cheese. Sleep. Repeat
- Watch the Daily Show and badmovieswithAshleySimpsonthatoneexpectswillturntomusicals, and listen as my laughter turns to hacking. Priceless, really. How am I still single when I am just short of spitting soup through my nose?
- Think about doing homework, but instead just go to sleep because damn it, I'm sick.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
5: Covering Up
I can't quite explain my love of cover songs. The best I can do is point to how it makes it possible for anyone to at least put their own spin on an amazing song, even if they didn't write it themselves. One of my favorite things about listening to music is picking out songs I think deserve, need, cry to be covered and imagine who would do the best job of doing so.
I'm a nerd.
My top five?
Final Fantasy- Song Song Song by Broken Social Scene
I love how this song starts with a disjointed drum beat, that's really just a bow on strings. This song just sounds like someone breaking down and building themselves up, only to fall back apart. If there's anyone who can capture that, it's the collective voices behind Broken Social Scene. I'd be intrigued to see how the could take what's a fairly expansive song and blow it up.
the Rolling Stones- Gimmer Shelter by Kevin Devine
God bless Merry Clayton. Her scream makes the song. As for Mr. Devine, his scream turns songs like 'Just Stay' and 'Cotton Crush' from plaintive to heart breaking. Kevin, make it happen.
Broken Social Scene- It's All Gonna Break by Pedro the Lion OR Jose Gonzalez
Favorite Broken Social Scene song? Yes. Do I love all 10 minutes of it? Yes. Do I want to see what would happen if you brought it down to just one voice? Hell YES. Why the split between artists?
A. Pedro the Lion is no more. So even in theory, chances of this are unlikely. But should for some reason, the PtL gentlemen see fit to reunite for a single cover song, chose this one! Oh please, chose this one!
B. Jose Gonzalez can do a mean cover. I have full faith that he would do a (dare I say?) righteous job. But I'd love to see someone a little more unexpected or underplayed behind the healm on this one.
MGMT- Kids by Regina Spektor
Strip this down to the synth and the lyrics, and you have a decent song. Spektor could bring the heartbreak, and the hipsters would bring the standing there with their arms folded. Which is normal; I hear if hipsters break a sweat, an angel loses its wings. They're so considerate, those elf ears kids.
Van Morrison- And It Stoned Me by Kristoffer Ragnstam. (My favorite Van Morrison song. Of all time. And, I love this Sweede. Seriously, he has some great Van Morrison -eque instances on his albums, and I think he could do this baby justice. Or else. And by or else, I mean I tie him up in my bedroom and force him to be adorable and Sweedish for me only. Warned!)
Top Covers:
I'm a nerd.
My top five?
Final Fantasy- Song Song Song by Broken Social Scene
I love how this song starts with a disjointed drum beat, that's really just a bow on strings. This song just sounds like someone breaking down and building themselves up, only to fall back apart. If there's anyone who can capture that, it's the collective voices behind Broken Social Scene. I'd be intrigued to see how the could take what's a fairly expansive song and blow it up.
the Rolling Stones- Gimmer Shelter by Kevin Devine
God bless Merry Clayton. Her scream makes the song. As for Mr. Devine, his scream turns songs like 'Just Stay' and 'Cotton Crush' from plaintive to heart breaking. Kevin, make it happen.
Broken Social Scene- It's All Gonna Break by Pedro the Lion OR Jose Gonzalez
Favorite Broken Social Scene song? Yes. Do I love all 10 minutes of it? Yes. Do I want to see what would happen if you brought it down to just one voice? Hell YES. Why the split between artists?
A. Pedro the Lion is no more. So even in theory, chances of this are unlikely. But should for some reason, the PtL gentlemen see fit to reunite for a single cover song, chose this one! Oh please, chose this one!
B. Jose Gonzalez can do a mean cover. I have full faith that he would do a (dare I say?) righteous job. But I'd love to see someone a little more unexpected or underplayed behind the healm on this one.
MGMT- Kids by Regina Spektor
Strip this down to the synth and the lyrics, and you have a decent song. Spektor could bring the heartbreak, and the hipsters would bring the standing there with their arms folded. Which is normal; I hear if hipsters break a sweat, an angel loses its wings. They're so considerate, those elf ears kids.
Van Morrison- And It Stoned Me by Kristoffer Ragnstam. (My favorite Van Morrison song. Of all time. And, I love this Sweede. Seriously, he has some great Van Morrison -eque instances on his albums, and I think he could do this baby justice. Or else. And by or else, I mean I tie him up in my bedroom and force him to be adorable and Sweedish for me only. Warned!)
Top Covers:
- "Kid A" (Radiohead)- John Mayer (I hate myself for saying this, but he does a really strong job. don't know if I give him more credit on basis of the other shit he's released, or because it's a strong cover, but this song somewhat redeems the waste of tabloid space he has become)
- "Yeh Jo Halka Halka Saroor Hai" (Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan) -Jeff Buckley (I love Jeff Buckley. I do, I really do. But I can openly admit that the man spends way too much time sometimes blowing songs out of proportion. However, sometimes that works (his cover of "Je n'en connais pas la fin" is another fantastic example of this). The way his voice soars and breaks totally makes up for an eight (8!!) minute cover of 'If You See Her, Say Hello")
- Knocking on Heaven's Door(Bob Dylan) - Antony and the Johnsons (heartbreak. pure. simple)
- 'Hand on Your Heart' (Kylie Minogue)- Jose Gonzalez (like I said, he knows his covers)
- 'Jump into the Fire' (Harry Nilsson)- LCD Soundsystem (try not to dance. I dare you)
4: Of Your Mouths, Of Your Mouths, Of Our Mouth
listening: WOXY Stream (currently Annuals)
I don't want this to descend into a pity party. The better writings keep their confessions, but maintain a degree of civility. I am no Anne Frank.
So I'll make lists. Lists are easy to deal with; they appeal to every part of me that loves being ordered and stacked.
Scenario: You're being sent to a deserted island. Oh no! But don't worry, it's just for a year. It's only some sort of experiment for which you will be handsomely compensated. Plus, shelter is provided (tree fort!) and there's a supply of canned food, and books on what you can kill/gather. Those nice experiment creators have even taken it upon themselves to outfit you with a few luxuries. A solar powered stereo they say? Some quality reading?
So quick! Name the five artists who musical collections are essential for a year of solitude, five literar-ists necessary for your mental stimulation, oh and whatever you would stuff in your pockets to keep you occupied before you're sent away.
Mine
Music:
the Clash-- in case I need to gather the wildabeasts to me in order to start a revolution
Broken Social Scene-- dance party in the tree fort, all invited.
Van Morrison-- nothing else reminds me more of home
Radiohead-- what better way to procrastinate from my berry picking than to ponder 'Kid A'?
Elliott Smith-- islands get lonely. Mr. Smith knows his lonely.
Literary:
Kenneth Patchen, Collected Poems
J.D Salinger, Nine Stories/Franny and Zooey
F. Scott Fitzgerald- everything
Etgar Keret- everything
something by Steven Heller, so I can decorate my tree fort
Pockets:
Cheese. Some chocolate. Pictures of people/places. A pair of gloves. A scarf. Pen and paper. Oh so many pens. My pants will have pens sewn into the hems. I hope there are bottles on that island for my letter deliveirng convenience.
I don't want this to descend into a pity party. The better writings keep their confessions, but maintain a degree of civility. I am no Anne Frank.
So I'll make lists. Lists are easy to deal with; they appeal to every part of me that loves being ordered and stacked.
Scenario: You're being sent to a deserted island. Oh no! But don't worry, it's just for a year. It's only some sort of experiment for which you will be handsomely compensated. Plus, shelter is provided (tree fort!) and there's a supply of canned food, and books on what you can kill/gather. Those nice experiment creators have even taken it upon themselves to outfit you with a few luxuries. A solar powered stereo they say? Some quality reading?
So quick! Name the five artists who musical collections are essential for a year of solitude, five literar-ists necessary for your mental stimulation, oh and whatever you would stuff in your pockets to keep you occupied before you're sent away.
Mine
Music:
the Clash-- in case I need to gather the wildabeasts to me in order to start a revolution
Broken Social Scene-- dance party in the tree fort, all invited.
Van Morrison-- nothing else reminds me more of home
Radiohead-- what better way to procrastinate from my berry picking than to ponder 'Kid A'?
Elliott Smith-- islands get lonely. Mr. Smith knows his lonely.
Literary:
Kenneth Patchen, Collected Poems
J.D Salinger, Nine Stories/Franny and Zooey
F. Scott Fitzgerald- everything
Etgar Keret- everything
something by Steven Heller, so I can decorate my tree fort
Pockets:
Cheese. Some chocolate. Pictures of people/places. A pair of gloves. A scarf. Pen and paper. Oh so many pens. My pants will have pens sewn into the hems. I hope there are bottles on that island for my letter deliveirng convenience.
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