"If You Can't Leave it Be, Might as Well Make it Bleed," Dashboard Confessional
A sneak peek of the controversial research paper editing process:
Me: Patrick, I understand you have a strong stance against terrorists. I'm not saying you need to retract your view, but when you say, "Terrorists should be killed," it sounds a little aggressive. You have to remember to use ethos in your paper. What about using "eradicated" instead?
Patrick: Maybe. "Eradicated" sounds a little dehumanizing. You know, people get killed. Animals get eradicated.
Me: Eradicate means to destroy or get rid of. Not necessarily just animals. In any case, let's try to find a euphemism for "killed."
Patrick: Okay. How about "involuntarily transferred to the other side?"
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
The System Has it's Rules About the Second Chance
"Sitting on the Curb," Pepper
Sigh.
I got home from work today to find Hollywood Video is, according to their daunting laced-with-red-words-and-capital-letters FINAL NOTICE, threatening to send me to a collection agency unless I come up with the FIFTY-FOUR DOLLARS I owe them for renting the Robert Redford version of The Great Gatsby to show my class. Granted, I checked the movie out in February, but STILL.
Because I am perhaps the largest procrastinator known to mankind, I waited until 5 PM the night before I planned to show the movie to reserve the video. Since it would have been too convenient for my neighborhood Blockbuster to have a copy in stock, I was pleasantly informed by an in-store salesman they were "fresh out!" followed by this awkward yet relentless sales pitch:
Blockbuster Employee Apparently Working on Commission: But let me show you the Paul Rudd version! The kids will like it even more! There might even be a sex scene!
Me: No, that's okay, I haven't screened that one. I need the Mia Farrow one.
BEAWOC: No really! You'll love it! The chick that plays Daisy is hot!
Me: I appreciate it; really, I do. But I need the older version. I--
BEAWOC: Look! It's right here! See, I told you Paul Rudd was in it!
Me: Do you know where the nearest Hollywood Video is?
I traipsed over to Vista, spent 30 minutes creating a Hollywood Video account while desperately dodging every promotional scam the shady "manager" could throw at me, and eventually left with the movie I'd been looking for, a brand new, laminated, and completely unnecessary membership to another video store, and a little less pride. Unfortunately, the video never made it back to its original location.
I assumed (incorrectly, obviously) that Hollywood Video's late policy would parallel its competitor's: At Blockbuster, after a certain number of weeks go by, they simply deduct the cost of the movie out of your account and you are now the proud new owner of Stand By Me or Die Hard 3. This, I have since learned, is not the case. In fact, Hollywood Video equates your inability to return a video with much heavier infractions; i.e. pirating music on-line or robbing a bank. Subsequently, this explains why I now owe their institution the same amount of money I'd spend on FOUR COPIES of the same movie. AND a pack of Twizzlers.
I briefly considered calling the corporate offices, demanding to speak to a manager and requesting my account be cleared of this blasphemous accusation. But, in large part due to the fact they're right, I didn't. Instead, I wrote them a check, and then promptly threw out my membership card. I have a feeling they won't be letting me rent another movie anytime soon...
Sigh.
I got home from work today to find Hollywood Video is, according to their daunting laced-with-red-words-and-capital-letters FINAL NOTICE, threatening to send me to a collection agency unless I come up with the FIFTY-FOUR DOLLARS I owe them for renting the Robert Redford version of The Great Gatsby to show my class. Granted, I checked the movie out in February, but STILL.
Because I am perhaps the largest procrastinator known to mankind, I waited until 5 PM the night before I planned to show the movie to reserve the video. Since it would have been too convenient for my neighborhood Blockbuster to have a copy in stock, I was pleasantly informed by an in-store salesman they were "fresh out!" followed by this awkward yet relentless sales pitch:
Blockbuster Employee Apparently Working on Commission: But let me show you the Paul Rudd version! The kids will like it even more! There might even be a sex scene!
Me: No, that's okay, I haven't screened that one. I need the Mia Farrow one.
BEAWOC: No really! You'll love it! The chick that plays Daisy is hot!
Me: I appreciate it; really, I do. But I need the older version. I--
BEAWOC: Look! It's right here! See, I told you Paul Rudd was in it!
Me: Do you know where the nearest Hollywood Video is?
I traipsed over to Vista, spent 30 minutes creating a Hollywood Video account while desperately dodging every promotional scam the shady "manager" could throw at me, and eventually left with the movie I'd been looking for, a brand new, laminated, and completely unnecessary membership to another video store, and a little less pride. Unfortunately, the video never made it back to its original location.
I assumed (incorrectly, obviously) that Hollywood Video's late policy would parallel its competitor's: At Blockbuster, after a certain number of weeks go by, they simply deduct the cost of the movie out of your account and you are now the proud new owner of Stand By Me or Die Hard 3. This, I have since learned, is not the case. In fact, Hollywood Video equates your inability to return a video with much heavier infractions; i.e. pirating music on-line or robbing a bank. Subsequently, this explains why I now owe their institution the same amount of money I'd spend on FOUR COPIES of the same movie. AND a pack of Twizzlers.
I briefly considered calling the corporate offices, demanding to speak to a manager and requesting my account be cleared of this blasphemous accusation. But, in large part due to the fact they're right, I didn't. Instead, I wrote them a check, and then promptly threw out my membership card. I have a feeling they won't be letting me rent another movie anytime soon...
Friday, April 24, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Heads or Tails and Fairytales in my Mind
"Are We the Waiting," Green Day
T-Minus 2 minutes until commencement of STAR Testing:
Me: Okay, so any questions? Yes, Adam?
Adam: Abraham won't stop calling me stupid! And he also said I'm a Satan worshipper!
Jackie (whispering): Ms. Murray? Tommy is high.
Me: How do you know?
Jackie: Well, his eyes are all red and blood-shot.
Me: Yeah, but--
Jackie: And I asked him and he told me.
(5 minutes later)
Me: Yes, Tommy?
Tommy: Can I get a drink of water?
Me: No. You need to finish your test.
Tommy: I did, man!
Me: ... I passed it out 9 minutes ago...? How on Earth are you done?
Tommy: I'm just...fast...but seriously, can I get some water?
Me: Do you need me to show you how many pages you're supposed to read each day? Okay...well, there's 11 days worth of reading. Somebody give me a number divisible by 11.
Nathan: 11.
Me: I posted the lit. assignment on schoolloop. Does anyone think they need a hard copy of it? (pause) Oh! Did you notice my indefinite pronoun error?
Greg: Yeah. Does anyone think HE needs a hard copy.
Me: Yes! Good! (pause) You know what? How about I give you extra credit when you notice if I make an indefinite pronoun error?
Hayden: HE!
Me: What?
Hayden: You messed up again! You said YOU! It should be HE!
Me: No. "You" is correct.
Justin (whispering to neighbor): I'm just going to periodically call out 'indefinite pronoun error!' and hope I'm right.
T-Minus 2 minutes until commencement of STAR Testing:
Me: Okay, so any questions? Yes, Adam?
Adam: Abraham won't stop calling me stupid! And he also said I'm a Satan worshipper!
Jackie (whispering): Ms. Murray? Tommy is high.
Me: How do you know?
Jackie: Well, his eyes are all red and blood-shot.
Me: Yeah, but--
Jackie: And I asked him and he told me.
(5 minutes later)
Me: Yes, Tommy?
Tommy: Can I get a drink of water?
Me: No. You need to finish your test.
Tommy: I did, man!
Me: ... I passed it out 9 minutes ago...? How on Earth are you done?
Tommy: I'm just...fast...but seriously, can I get some water?
Me: Do you need me to show you how many pages you're supposed to read each day? Okay...well, there's 11 days worth of reading. Somebody give me a number divisible by 11.
Nathan: 11.
Me: I posted the lit. assignment on schoolloop. Does anyone think they need a hard copy of it? (pause) Oh! Did you notice my indefinite pronoun error?
Greg: Yeah. Does anyone think HE needs a hard copy.
Me: Yes! Good! (pause) You know what? How about I give you extra credit when you notice if I make an indefinite pronoun error?
Hayden: HE!
Me: What?
Hayden: You messed up again! You said YOU! It should be HE!
Me: No. "You" is correct.
Justin (whispering to neighbor): I'm just going to periodically call out 'indefinite pronoun error!' and hope I'm right.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
I Walk These Lines of Blasphemy
"What it is to Burn," Finch
It makes sense Tennessee Williams wrote A Streetcar Named Desire before Law and Order: Special Victims Unit was a television show. Had Williams seen an episode of SVU, perhaps he wouldn't have been so eager to depend on the kindness of strangers. As a newly avid viewer, everyone in real life is now a potential threat or perpetrator. The guy behind me at Vons? Nice cover up with the shaving cream, but I know what those Bic razors are really for. The overpowering stench near Tower 36 on Tamarack Beach? I no longer believe it comes from the nearby port-a-potty, but rather the decomposing body in the trunk of the parked Taurus at the curb. And the guy knocking at our front door pretending to sell magazines as part of a rehabilitation program? You don't fool me for a second, buddy. Your rap sheet's a mile long. Speaking of rap sheets, I am now somewhat well-versed in criminal and legal jargon (I even know what the acronym RAP stands for!) Affidavit? Got it. Injunction? Eminent Domain? Yup. Docket? Restitution? Subpoena? Habeas Corpus? You bet. Not impressed? In middle school I thought a "hung jury" was a group of jurors who had simultaneously killed themselves--I've come a long way. And yes, I realize how incredibly embarrassing, pathetic, and shameful it is, as the daughter of a lawyer, I was taught these terms through a television show.
These irrational and paranoid fears won't last, however. After I read Twilight, I searched the faces in my classes and at the grocery store for possible vampires for at least three weeks. Two years ago in Chicago, when I found out they were filming the street scenes for The Dark Knight while I was in town, Heath Ledger and Christian Bale were in the lobby of my hotel, in line at Dunkin Donuts, and guests at the wedding we were in town for.
But for now, I'll continue to look at my next-door neighbor with an accusatory eye. I'll wonder if the people walking their dogs in Poinsettia Park are actually tracking and recording the dialogues and actions of their next victims. And if I happen to be hired as the next editor for the latest edition of Streetcar, I will seriously consider changing the line to: "Whoever you are-- I have always depended on the kindness of those who I know very well and trust wholeheartedly."
That sound? Tennessee Williams rolling over in his grave.
It makes sense Tennessee Williams wrote A Streetcar Named Desire before Law and Order: Special Victims Unit was a television show. Had Williams seen an episode of SVU, perhaps he wouldn't have been so eager to depend on the kindness of strangers. As a newly avid viewer, everyone in real life is now a potential threat or perpetrator. The guy behind me at Vons? Nice cover up with the shaving cream, but I know what those Bic razors are really for. The overpowering stench near Tower 36 on Tamarack Beach? I no longer believe it comes from the nearby port-a-potty, but rather the decomposing body in the trunk of the parked Taurus at the curb. And the guy knocking at our front door pretending to sell magazines as part of a rehabilitation program? You don't fool me for a second, buddy. Your rap sheet's a mile long. Speaking of rap sheets, I am now somewhat well-versed in criminal and legal jargon (I even know what the acronym RAP stands for!) Affidavit? Got it. Injunction? Eminent Domain? Yup. Docket? Restitution? Subpoena? Habeas Corpus? You bet. Not impressed? In middle school I thought a "hung jury" was a group of jurors who had simultaneously killed themselves--I've come a long way. And yes, I realize how incredibly embarrassing, pathetic, and shameful it is, as the daughter of a lawyer, I was taught these terms through a television show.
These irrational and paranoid fears won't last, however. After I read Twilight, I searched the faces in my classes and at the grocery store for possible vampires for at least three weeks. Two years ago in Chicago, when I found out they were filming the street scenes for The Dark Knight while I was in town, Heath Ledger and Christian Bale were in the lobby of my hotel, in line at Dunkin Donuts, and guests at the wedding we were in town for.
But for now, I'll continue to look at my next-door neighbor with an accusatory eye. I'll wonder if the people walking their dogs in Poinsettia Park are actually tracking and recording the dialogues and actions of their next victims. And if I happen to be hired as the next editor for the latest edition of Streetcar, I will seriously consider changing the line to: "Whoever you are-- I have always depended on the kindness of those who I know very well and trust wholeheartedly."
That sound? Tennessee Williams rolling over in his grave.
Monday, April 6, 2009
My Own Epic Drama; My Own Scripted Page
"Rough Draft," Yellowcard
I overheard one of my students berating a sibling last week, and I started thinking about how easy it is to blame, criticize, judge, and condemn people we care about. Therefore, a tribute to my four siblings: biological or step, they're all certainly a part of my past, and will continue to affect and influence my future.
My brother Paul can be quiet, pensive, and brooding, but is also one of the wittiest and funniest people I know. He is passionate about music and can create melodies and lyrics encompassing teenage angst, loss and heartache, and life lessons with equal parts cynicism, honesty, and hope. While we were terrific at annoying each other growing up, he's one of my closest friends and knows me better than most.
My brother Chris is the most laid-back person I've ever met. He takes life as it comes, works hard, and plays harder. Chris doesn't let opportunities pass him by, and he finds adventures and takes risks wherever and whenever he can. As an avid surfer, skater, and snowboarder, his life and views are shaped by positive extremes.
My sister Brittany is observant, introspective, and strong. She can be indecisive, but only because she looks out for the best interests of others. She is brave and generous. She marches to the beat of her own distinct drum, which this year led her onto San Francisco State's rugby team. Brittany loves animals, treats everyone with respect, and has a heart of gold.
My sister Chelsea is the youngest, and she is wild, silly, strong-willed, and kind. She loves to laugh and entertain, and is my go-to source for all the latest rap music. She's a fantastic dancer, and teaches my mom all the latest moves. She has the perfect mix of generosity, tolerance, and rebelliousness. She has a great sense of humor and the unique ability to put up with the four of us as older siblings...
"May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds."
-Edward Abbey
I overheard one of my students berating a sibling last week, and I started thinking about how easy it is to blame, criticize, judge, and condemn people we care about. Therefore, a tribute to my four siblings: biological or step, they're all certainly a part of my past, and will continue to affect and influence my future.
My brother Paul can be quiet, pensive, and brooding, but is also one of the wittiest and funniest people I know. He is passionate about music and can create melodies and lyrics encompassing teenage angst, loss and heartache, and life lessons with equal parts cynicism, honesty, and hope. While we were terrific at annoying each other growing up, he's one of my closest friends and knows me better than most.
My brother Chris is the most laid-back person I've ever met. He takes life as it comes, works hard, and plays harder. Chris doesn't let opportunities pass him by, and he finds adventures and takes risks wherever and whenever he can. As an avid surfer, skater, and snowboarder, his life and views are shaped by positive extremes.
My sister Brittany is observant, introspective, and strong. She can be indecisive, but only because she looks out for the best interests of others. She is brave and generous. She marches to the beat of her own distinct drum, which this year led her onto San Francisco State's rugby team. Brittany loves animals, treats everyone with respect, and has a heart of gold.
My sister Chelsea is the youngest, and she is wild, silly, strong-willed, and kind. She loves to laugh and entertain, and is my go-to source for all the latest rap music. She's a fantastic dancer, and teaches my mom all the latest moves. She has the perfect mix of generosity, tolerance, and rebelliousness. She has a great sense of humor and the unique ability to put up with the four of us as older siblings...
"May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds."
-Edward Abbey
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Admit to the Truth...
"Okay I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don't," Brand New
Tim and I went to Panera for lunch on Sunday. I ordered the Fuji salad, and was settling into Gorgonzola heaven when I found a tiny green aphid-like creature amongst the leaves of Romaine. Because I apparently have no shame (is it shame I'd be lacking?), I simply plucked the sucker out, wiped him on my napkin, and proceeded to finish the meal. In a related story, two months ago a student brought me a sugar cookie from McDonald's. I left it at the side of my desk and promptly forgot about it; I didn't notice it again until after school as I was unabashedly avoiding grading Latin root tests and instead spending entirely too long wondering why colonel is spelled c-o-l-o-n-e-l, a question one of my students had posed minutes before the bell rang. I remember because I distinctly recall thinking, "I should know the answer to this, and I don't." In any case, I looked down on my desk to find the cookie covered with about 10-15 ants. With (maybe?) a split second hesitation, I picked it up, briskly wiped the ants hygienically onto the floor, and ate the cookie in about 3 bites. It was small; I was hungry.
I like to think of myself as a fairly clean person. Tim would, I'm sure, protest, but that doesn't really count because he puts "cleaning the apartment" in the same category as "going to Disneyland." Tim recently purchased a new vacuum, after making the comment: "Our old one just doesn't pick up as much as I'd like it to." (Sadly, my response to this was: "We own a vaccum?") He scoured websites and reviews with reckless abandon, and eventually brought home one of Costco's latest models.
Tim: Look what I got!
Me: Nice! You did the dishes earlier today, so I'll vacuum.
Tim: No way! This is my new toy. I get to use it first.
(I'm really, really not kidding; that conversation did actually take place).
I'm sure I should be more careful. One day I'm going to catch a disease from not washing my hands after touching a doorknob, and I'll regret that I didn't keep a little bottle of hand sanitizer in my back pocket. But until then, I'm going to hope for the best and continue to live daringly, even if an occasional insect stumbles across my lunch. And if I accidentally consume a little 6-legged treat, it's just arbitrarily adding a little bit of protein to the meal...
Yeah. It looked like that.
As a completed unrelated sidenote, I am so incredibly excited for October 16th and the release of Where the Wild Things Are:
http://www.mamapop.com/mamapop/2009/03/where-the-wild.html
Tim and I went to Panera for lunch on Sunday. I ordered the Fuji salad, and was settling into Gorgonzola heaven when I found a tiny green aphid-like creature amongst the leaves of Romaine. Because I apparently have no shame (is it shame I'd be lacking?), I simply plucked the sucker out, wiped him on my napkin, and proceeded to finish the meal. In a related story, two months ago a student brought me a sugar cookie from McDonald's. I left it at the side of my desk and promptly forgot about it; I didn't notice it again until after school as I was unabashedly avoiding grading Latin root tests and instead spending entirely too long wondering why colonel is spelled c-o-l-o-n-e-l, a question one of my students had posed minutes before the bell rang. I remember because I distinctly recall thinking, "I should know the answer to this, and I don't." In any case, I looked down on my desk to find the cookie covered with about 10-15 ants. With (maybe?) a split second hesitation, I picked it up, briskly wiped the ants hygienically onto the floor, and ate the cookie in about 3 bites. It was small; I was hungry.
I like to think of myself as a fairly clean person. Tim would, I'm sure, protest, but that doesn't really count because he puts "cleaning the apartment" in the same category as "going to Disneyland." Tim recently purchased a new vacuum, after making the comment: "Our old one just doesn't pick up as much as I'd like it to." (Sadly, my response to this was: "We own a vaccum?") He scoured websites and reviews with reckless abandon, and eventually brought home one of Costco's latest models.
Tim: Look what I got!
Me: Nice! You did the dishes earlier today, so I'll vacuum.
Tim: No way! This is my new toy. I get to use it first.
(I'm really, really not kidding; that conversation did actually take place).
I'm sure I should be more careful. One day I'm going to catch a disease from not washing my hands after touching a doorknob, and I'll regret that I didn't keep a little bottle of hand sanitizer in my back pocket. But until then, I'm going to hope for the best and continue to live daringly, even if an occasional insect stumbles across my lunch. And if I accidentally consume a little 6-legged treat, it's just arbitrarily adding a little bit of protein to the meal...
Yeah. It looked like that.
As a completed unrelated sidenote, I am so incredibly excited for October 16th and the release of Where the Wild Things Are:
http://www.mamapop.com/mamapop/2009/03/where-the-wild.html
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