The interview went much better than expected. Great, some might say. I find out in the next few days whether they're designating me for "early consideration." All that means is I find out their decision sooner.

So, THIS is a fascinating article, in the meantime. The New Yorker is the bestest. The bestest in the whole wide world....
- posted by Stiz @ 3:44 PM

 
My first graduate school interview is in 17 minutes and 35 seconds. I think I'm going to vomit.
- posted by Stiz @ 12:52 PM

 
At least everyone's first day back to work is *comforting*...

I feel like that, given 10 years to prepare, the world will come up with something better than sending Bruce Willis to blow himself up on it.
- posted by Stiz @ 2:14 PM

 
Gotta give a shout out...
...to Miss Esta, who is shutting off the computer at her soul-sucking job for the last time today. Esta's leaving corporate hell for greater and Greater things - namely, the seminary. And the world's going to be a better place for it. Hopefully, she'll keep us updated at Estaminet, so we always know what she's up to.

Esta is one of my oldest, best and most wonderful friends. And she's going to be a darn good minister. Hopefully she'll marry me one day. Well, not me. Me and someone else. But she'd be there. Marrying me. Us. Being the person to marry me and the other person. Not all three of us marrying. You know what I mean. :=)
- posted by Stiz @ 3:42 PM

 
"You a big girl, but you tryin'!"
I'm not in the best shape of my life. I work 10-hour days. I'm tired when I get home. I love to cook, therefore, I love to eat what I cook. I could stand to lose a few pounds. About 2 years ago, I was running 5 miles a day - I looked the best I had in years and felt great.

So, I go out to exercise. I can't exactly go at the gait I used to have... right now, I'm mainly walking. I have a 10-year old knee reconstruction and two compressed lumbar disks, for goodness sake. But, I'm out there, chugging along. Trust me, this is going somewhere...

Last night, I was at the park in the city where I like to go. Lots of people around... soccer being played in the fields, people lounging and chatting on the park benches that line one of the walking paths. There are two paths, actually - one right around the soccer fields and a longer one, closer to the perimeter of the park - with hills and curves. I'd been on the longer trail, going around several times, mainly walking, occasionally jogging. Then there looked to be some gang activity (the police came to see new grafitti that had just been tagged onto a statue as I walked past) so, I decided to head up to the more populated trail.

I jogged around once, passing a man on a park bench who smiled and said "Keep running, girl!" I just smiled and laughed and kept going. I got tired... so I walked. I came round and passed him again. His response this time? "You'll get there..." while clapping his hands, like I'm running a race and he's one of the spectators. My next time around was my last - I'd been out for about an hour and was pretty dang tired. He was near the end, sitting there watching as he had been before.

His response this time? "I gotta give it to ya... you a big girl, but at least you out here tryin!" And he clapped and cheered me, all the way down the steps and onto the street.

I wanted to strangle the motherfucker right then and there.



- posted by Stiz @ 9:34 AM

 
5-minute behind girl
For forever and a day or two, Esta's been telling me to read Real Live Preacher. Whatever... I'll get to it eventually. I'm not sure I want to read the blog of someone with "preacher" in their title.

I need to start listening to Esta a little more frequently. I mean... she was right about stuffed grape leaves (who KNEW!?). This man is amazing. He's like reading a novel when you're too tired and you want to go to sleep, but at 3am, you're still reading because it's just too good to put down.


- posted by Stiz @ 2:22 PM

 
the ultimate in snobbery
These are a hoot. I can't admit to having thought of them myself - I'm not that punny (or that funny, but I do so love to use the word "punny").

I found them here ... and she found found them there.

The blog world is like six degrees of separation... from what, I do not know. Anyhow, enjoy!

literary bar jokes

Charles Dickens: Please, sir, I'd like a martini.
Bartender: Sure thing. Olive or twist?

James Joyce: I'll take a Guinness.
Bartender: So Charles Dickens was in here yesterday.
James Joyce: (drinks)
Bartender: And he asked for a martini and I said, "Olive or twist?"
James Joyce: (drinks)
Bartender: You see, it's funny because he wrote a book called "Oliver Twist."
James Joyce: What a shitty joke.

Ernest Hemingway: Gin.
Bartender: So Charles Dickens was in here two days ago.
Ernest Hemingway: Joyce already told me that story. Fuck off.

Franz Kafka: I'd like a mineral water.
Bartender: Olive or twist?
Franz Kafka: I can't digest solid food.

Mark Twain: Give me a brandy.
Bartender: So Charles Dickens came in the other day and ordered a martini.
Mark Twain: Did he take an olive or twist? Ha ha ha!
Bartender: (tearful) You did that on purpose, didn't you?

Virginia Woolf: I'll take your second-best cognac and unadulterated experience.
Bartender: We don't have that. This is a bar.
Virginia Woolf: Patriarchy! (drowns)


- posted by Stiz @ 8:24 AM

 
I wish I had more to say. Not a whole lot going on. I did start the process to volunteer at GW Hospital. That should be fun - I've always liked volunteering. We'll see how it goes.

I have a new apartment - will be moving in late September. Saving money for school - living large means no bank account. That has to stop. :)

Other than that? Nada mucho... man, my life is boring.
- posted by Stiz @ 9:46 AM