Wednesday, March 19, 2008

five years too many.

today is the fifth anniversary of the beginning of the iraq war. i'm taking part in the iraq war blogswarm, and when trying to decide what to write, i took a look at their excellent and reasonable suggestions:
You are encouraged to write against the war from a variety of perspectives. The war is a huge problem, and that makes it an enormous subject for blogging. Here are some things you might want to consider if you are having difficulty making up your mind:
  • Attend an anti-war event and report on it.
  • Interview military families and veterans.

  • NEW IDEA: Blog reactions to Pacifica's Live Radio Coverage of the Winter Soldier testimony by Iraq Vets would be of great interest. Coverage from the event in Washington, DC would be great too. This event deserves all the coverage it can possibly get.

  • Examine current plans and the rather shadowy oil laws as well as long term military bases.

  • Compare and contrast candidates stated intentions on what they claim they will do with their records.

  • Publicize online action alerts by pro-peace organizations.
  • Discuss the economic impacts of the war on people in Iraq and/or western countries.

  • Discuss the casualties on both sides.

  • Explore issues and impacts often ignored by most media outlets

  • Analyze war propaganda."
but then i realized that i don't have the heart or the stomach to write a carefully researched analytical piece on the implications of the war (although i am grateful to the people who can.)

i just want you to think of the people you love best: your kids, your nephews and nieces, your parents, your girlfriend/boyfriend/partner/husband/wife, your best friends, your grandparents, and then i want you to imagine them dead. killed by a bomb that fell on their bed while they were sleeping, blown up by a suicide bomber while they were shopping for food, shot in the head by a soldier because they didn't understand the command to stop, ripped apart by an improvised explosive devise that their tank ran over, burned to death in an explosion after a rocket hit their vehicle, tortured to death by militia members or american soldiers, wasted away completely by diarrhea from some water-borne illness, caught in the crossfire between someone and someone else...

stop and think about it. that tiny body you bathed and dressed and cuddled, broken. the form beside which you curled up every night, burned beyond recognition. the son who grew up to be a man in the army, reduced to a sealed rubber bag within a sealed wooden box, draped with a flag.

if you have been fortunate enough to escape the agony of losing someone to this war, thank god or the universe or fate or dumb luck that you were born where you were, that you know the people you know, and don't know the people you don't. because there are mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, girlfriends, boyfriends, best friends whose lives will never be the same. and you're not so different from them. you're just lucky.

i can appreciate the importance of the environmental costs, the geostrategic implications, the infuriating illegality, the economic insanity, and maddening feeling of inevitability that accompany this abhorrent war. but today, i don't want to talk about them. those are concerns for another day; they take us away from the basic point: loved ones are dying.

so call congress, write a letter, give money to anti-war candidates, the afsc, unicef; talk to people about the war; don't forget it. but today, stop and imagine your most precious ones in the places of these most precious ones. and think of it when you start to forget about the war, or when someone tries to convince you that the war is "necessary."

i feel sick. you should too.

can we all just agree that a brand new, totally clean windshield provides for a dramatic driving experience?

but that if someone hadn't smashed your old, perfectly good one for you, that would've been okay too?

here is another place on the 'tubes that is worth your attention:

thebutlerofburque. mike butler, who is both rad and radical, has started a blog. rad and radical mike knows a lot about quite a few important things, among them: farm workers' issues, the CIW, and the IWW. (also, he appreciates pedro the lion. in short, he is totally excellent.) check it out.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

my favorite one is, "barack obama won your alleycat."

other honorable mentions:

"barack obama trued your wheel."

"barack obama filmed your skid."

"barack obama got her phone number for you."

"barack obama took off your brake."

go see.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

how many?



these are tough times for cyclists all over the place. i know people who've lost loved ones in the last couple of weeks. please be careful. slow down, look out, remember that everyone on the road (no matter how they make you feel) is someone's baby.

and if you don't bike regularly, give it a try. ride somewhere you usually drive. it's good exercise, you might like it, it will prove to you that biking isn't nearly as difficult as you thought...but most importantly, it will make you realize how cars look when you're on a bike.

and hug your kids.

dude, brain, i already said we were quitting!

i really don't see why you found it necessary to give me a nightmare that included all of the following (note: list is not exhaustive):

pamela anderson
pamela anderson dying
traveling to some unnamed south american jungle
my childhood home
windows that wouldn't lock
my current bathroom
skiing
ninjas (sidenote: wtf?!?)
my friend and her little brother
pancakes

as far as my dreams go, this one could have been a lot more interesting, but it sure did scare the bejezus out of me. i woke up terrified at 6:30 this morning (yeah, i know, lots of grownups wake up earlier than that on purpose. thanks for mentioning it) and i was scared to open my eyes, scared to turn on my lamp, scared to open my bedroom door, scared to walk to the bathroom, scared to open the bathroom door when i was done, scared to walk into my room, and scared to close my eyes again. you may have noticed that dreams sometimes really do affect me, but i think it's been about a year since i was frightened like this by a dream. (yeah, it was totally the bike shop/concert one.)

i think it was work. that, and the delicious cream puff i ate after dinner last night.

Sunday, March 09, 2008

can we all just agree that quitting that job i hate is a good plan?

because then i won't have to go there anymore. also, i will probably stop dreaming about it every night, which i've been doing pretty consistently (even on the weekends!) for many weeks now. and then i can focus on more interesting, important dream topics. like being at a concert and a bike shop at the same time, being bedeviled by a spiteful wall in my bedroom, vacuuming, solving international horse-related crimes, mocking scientologists, david bowie's package, and rescuing tiny wee baby giraffes. you know, all the usual stuff.

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

scientific facts.

for you. from jesse. yes!

yeah, i'm pretty sure that was him too.

me: blah blah blah boy

jesse: "like the old saying - all janky things must come to an end
i think lincoln said that"

and this is what happens when you antagonize me too much.

to the left is my countdown calendar. i made it for the job that i hate. i made it over the weekend of january 25-27, which was kind of a bummer time in general. mamacita was visiting, which was great, but things with the heart weren't so good, and we had planned to go away for the weekend and that was a spectacular failure, and i was feeling pretty crummy in general, and one of the reasons for that was the job i hate. so i decided that, although i was afraid of being a quitter and afraid of admitting i didn't want to do something so much that i felt like i couldn't, i had to pick a concrete date to quit.

i thought about it carefully, and then decided that i would stay until the end of may. in my mind, my countdown calendar would fit on one 4x6 index card (i love index cards, by the way. love them.) so i got my favorite sharpie and started to write down dates. and then it took two index cards. and then i cried because the end of may seemed so far away and the prospect of staying that long seemed so terrible.

later on, i realized that i could not possibly stay until the end of may. so i decided on the end of april, got out the scissors, sliced off may, and started to feel better. but then things kept getting worse and worse at work, so i lost almost all of april. and then, in a meeting between me and all three of my bosses, where everyone was upset with me for things i could not possibly prevent or control, one of my bosses angrily demanded to know if i had a phone call "in writing." yes. a phone call. in writing. she wanted to know if i had a phone call in writing. it's funny now, but at the time i just felt so defeated. the next work day was way worse, and mamacita and i had a long conversation, and then i cut off all of april, circled march 3, and gave my two weeks' notice. march 14 is the day, after which i will be poorer and happier.

Saturday, March 01, 2008

jesse and i disapprove of your moustaches.

"maybe stashes look better on hunks of ice floating around in darkness"
-jesse

can we all just agree that doing taxes is the suck?

i've been trying for a couple hours now, and i have to have it done by monday. first i couldn't find a form that i needed, so i spent a lot of time trying to figure out some other way to get that information, then i found the form, but then i realized i couldn't use the 1040ez, so i printed the 1040a, and then as soon as that was done printing, i realized i couldn't use that either, so i printed the 1040, and at that point my printer ran out of ink. i have 25% of a 1040, but i don't think that will be enough. so then i decided that i should stop being such a grumpy retro tax-filer-on-paper and check out the free e-file option, but i can't find one that is actually secure (or at least one that doesn't have an unsettling red slash through the padlock icon.)

and i still don't have all my 1099s, and i just talked to someone who was saying that i might want to consider itemizing work-related deductions for my 1099s since that's cooler than paying 30%, which definitely sounds like something i should consider, but dang dude argh. i really understand why people pay tax preparers. also, thanks, the federal government, for making this so complicated.

update: still cranky! i found an online tax service that didn't sketch me out too much and that had a secure connection, and used that until...it turned out that i really do need those 1099s to be able to finish it.

so then i ended up going to radio shack where i had to fend off the most aggressive saleperson i've seen in person recently...seriously, i don't want to buy the color cartridge too. yes, i know which one it needs. no, i don't want it. no. really. i don't. yes, i am running out of color ink too. no, i'm not buying the color cartridge today. (or anything else from here, ever.)

i printed the 1040 and then spent a few hours trying to figure out how to fill it out. i think i did it wrong. i hope i did it wrong, because if i did it right, i paid a lot of money and still owe a lot more.

but the point of doing it now was so that i could submit my fafsa in time. and fafsas can be corrected, so i put in my estimate and found another reason to hope that i'd miscalculated my taxes when i learned that i'm not eligible for the pell grant, which i had been hoping for.

but now i'm done with that part of things, anyway, and i'll get to the re-done taxes soon. hopefully with mamacita on my side.

Thursday, February 28, 2008

can we all just agree that near-instant gratification is, um, gratifying?

today i wrote an email to a former professor, asking for a letter of recommendation. this professor is a dear person, but not particularly organized or prompt, most of the time. and busy. very busy.

i was kind of worried that he would never get back to me, but he is one of the two people who i really need to ask. so i sent the message off, and turned to writing to the other professor. and as soon as i finished asking-for-a-letter-of-support message #2, i returned to my inbox to find that only 26 minutes after i sent my initial request, professor #1 had written back! to say yes, of course he'd write the letter!

hooray!

mamacita=hilarious.

she's been really into cycling lately, and the other day she told me, "thirty miles is a walk in the park! except i've decided i have a twenty-seven mile butt."

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

can we all just agree that free online streaming music sources like pandora are a great idea?

but that if the first song is something from a terrible band like third eye blind, your life is anything but even semi-charmed?

i hate my shared office space.

[also, blogger, curse you for not letting me link in the title. because pandora is actually pretty cool. according to their site, it's "radio from the music genome project," and you can begin with a song that you like, and a playlist will be generated for you based on your initial selection. and if the song you enter at the beginning isn't totally awful, you'll usually end up with some nice stuff.]

Monday, February 25, 2008

can we all just agree that b.f.h. is the best?

tonight we were driving in the car, and this is what happened:

b.f.h.: [laughing hysterically] "you're gonna make me crash! you're gonna make me crash!"

and we didn't. but we ate cheese. and ice cream. and it was wonderful.

dear job,


and thank you, penny arcade, for giving words and a face to what i feel in my heart.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

believe it or not, this is actually not the first post involving tinfoil headgear.

me: blah blah blah blah stupid stuff about a mean boy

b.f.h.: "argh! sarah, if i make you a tinfoil hat, will you wear it next time?!?"


update: here's the other one.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

hugging two birds with one stone

so last night i had a ridiculous dream. but in subsequent dreams, i told people about the dream already! so i don't have to tell you about it! and my housemate was safe from special dream recounting time as well.

but just for the record, the dream was quite ridiculous.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

ha ha ha ha seriously?

"drunk doodlebop pics"

i think the doodlebops are ridiculous enough already* without being drunk. but don't worry; the fact that there are about 1,890 search results for that particular phrase suggests to me that you're not the only person looking for them.

*but who knows? this could just be sour grapes, since i am not, in fact, one of the doodlebops.

Monday, February 18, 2008

i understand.

[nephew #1 is having a tough time waking up from his nap and it's making him super whiny and tearful.]

nephews' mama: "i know you're tired."
nephew #1: [whimpering, starting to cry]
nephews' mama: "why don't you get elmo chair?"
nephew #1: [getting louder]
nephews' mama: "do you need some cheese?"
nephew #1: [stops crying] "yes."

can we all just agree that wee baby polar bears are ridiculously cute? even (and possibly especially) when accompanied by bizarre techno theme songs?

update: fixed video link!

hallo knut, kleine eisbär

according to the t-shirts, it's looking better and better!

cafepress has a candidate meter that allows a person to track the number of products sold and created over time for each candidate. go obama, go!