I'm home on break from Sundance, and Allison says: Check out the mail! You got a summons for jury duty!" Oh, the poor fools. I'm a little confused that they think I should pay to return the juror affidavit thingy, but then again I suppose the municipal courthouse is less than a block away from Saturday Market, so hey. I wonder if I should go with my dad's "if it's a drug case, I guarantee you a hung jury" tactic or whether my fabulous hippie aura will be enough to deter them from selecting me. Heh. Seriously, I'm kinda curious about what the hell kind of cases they might be trying at the Eugene Municipal Court that could possibly require a jury. Mind-numbingly boring ones, probably. But hey. It's a chance to find out how well I pass for a respectable member of society, and only a one day/one trial term of service, right? Tee hee!
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This test makes me wonder how I would've scored in 8th grade. Also I wonder how this would change if it was run on all of my entries and not just the publically viewable ones.
In other news, today I made stewed red cabbage and apples for the Sundance hot bar. But, because red cabbage has a tendency to fade and look less pretty over time, I added roasted beets and red onions. The resultant product was a truly fearsome shade of magenta, and my cuticles are stained purple. Life is good. Now it is time for dinner and then Sin City.
The good news: my Sundance application is all but complete, except for references, and I'm working on that. Also, I got a lot of cleaning and filing done while searching through my piles of crap for my Palm, so I could use its address book to finish the references section. And after all that cleaning (and a tasty lunch of leftover gado gado, hanging out on the front porch with the cat, who is super-cute as always) I managed to find the Palm.
The bad news: My Palm is utterly dead. Again. I recharged it and it's back to the ol' blank slate it started as. Crappy. Time to go searching for old employers' addresses in my email archives, I guess.
Update, 16:25: Holy monkey gods, my paper address book is out of date.
Thought-provoking, at least to my fat self:
Consider this: from the perspective of a profit-maximising medical and pharmaceutical industry, the ideal disease would be one that never killed those who suffered from it, that could not be treated effectively, and that doctors and their patients would nevertheless insist on treating anyway. Luckily for it, the American health care industry has discovered (or rather invented) just such a disease. It is called "obesity".
I had an interesting conversation about this topic with boojum when she visited last weekend --- how being obese/overweight is correlated with a lot of other things that affect overall health at least as much as body weight/body fat, and in particular it's a "disease" of poverty. It's not polite to say "ewww, poor people" but it is considerably more acceptable to say "ewww, fat people". And no self-respecting United States Surgeon General would dare address "the poverty epidemic" as a public health crisis.... oops, that's my cynicism showing again.
Anyway, I'm really just reading Arts and Letters Daily to stall on cleaning out my office and working on my Sundance application, so I'll shut up now.
So I really am working on my Sundance application, but um, I'm easily distracted when I have to write about me in a context more structured than this journal (and if you think this is bad, you clearly didn't watch me avoid applying to college).
- Go into your LJ's archives.
- Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
- Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
- Post the text of the sentence in your lj along with these instructions.
And my sentence is:
That sounded cheesy and futile as I wrote it, let alone upon rereading. (18 March 2003, close to the eve of the second Iraq war and all that)
I'm glad I'm generally happier and less angsty now, although it sucks that the U.S. is still being a bunch of retarded imperialists on the international relations end of things.
It was jmpava's entry about this meme that got me to jump on the bandwagon, so you can blame him if you want. I say, "dangit Pava, like I needed to procrastinate MORE?" but it's all out of love.
So yesterday, because I am insane, I got up at 6 AM to wake up theshytiger so we could drive pants_of_doom to the Portland airport, then drove back home, got changed, and rode my bike to work for about 9 hours. In my professional opinion, the nooner shift (from anywhere between 11 AM and 12 PM until far too late) can suck it. The 2 PM till far too late is okay, though, which is weird, but whatever. It probably would've been less sucky if I hadn't been so damn tired, but still. ( Being tired makes me a danger to myself and others, but mostly myself. If you don't want to read about my various and sundry work-related injuries and in particular if you hate reading about blood, skip this section. ) By the time I got home, mere moments after nedthealpaca and stereotype441 arrived to crash on our floor en route to the Humboldt Juggling Festival, which is this weekend, I was only barely human. So I washed my filthy exhausted body and went to bed.
Today I am resting and being nice to myself and pondering the chocolate cheesecake recipe in The Vegetarian Epicure, Book Two, which Penny insisted I buy when we were at Smith Family earlier in the week (I also got The Vegetarian Epicure and The Door in the Hedge by Robin McKinley). I'll probably do laundry at some point, since my sock and underwear drawers are both pretty empty, BUT most importantly of all, ( I'm going to fill out an application to cook for Sundance Natural Foods! I'm so excited! ) But first I think I will have some lunch.
So this morning I woke up with the cat (and the sun) and to my surprise I've been awake and relatively energetic ever since. I think it was like 6:15, which I'm pretty sure is the earliest I've gotten up this year, and that means I've been up voluntarily for the past six hours, which has got to be some kind of personal record, really. I went to the hippie grocery store for granola and yogurt and a few other things before 8 AM. No kidding. I could see my breath, and there was still a little frost on the ground. It was wacky. I suspect this newfound energy is due to a combination of spring (yay more sunlight!) and excitement/nervousness about my job interview on Thursday morning. But hey, if it gets me up and active and enthusiastic about life instead of slow and sluggish and just sort of killing time for lack of anything better to do, I'll take it!
Since then, I've been talking to joyquality about her impending move to Eugene, and about being housemates! It looks like student family housing is out (official requirements say no more than 2 adults per unit, although they also say no cats). It's okay; browsing today's classifieds, I found a potentially very cool house for us (3 bedrooms, 1 bath, cat allowed for an extra $100 deposit, only a few blocks away from our current apartment complex, not much farther from U. of O campus, and still walking distance away from both hippie and conventional grocery stores). Unless utilities and DSL are way more than I think they are, it might actually lower our monthly rent and related expenses, too, so bonus! I think I'll try to stop by the relevant real estate agency in a bit, to pick up an application for that (and maybe a key, so Peter and I can check it out this afternoon).
I didn't get out to the library to consult Writer's Market about the possibility of submitting to Personal Journaling magazine yesterday, so that's my other errand for today (that and depositing a check and possibly stopping by the conventional grocery store to remedy our terrible lack of both peanut butter and jam).
Other fun activities planned for today include a possible frisbee golf expedition with Peter and his fellow grad student James, and Wes if we can get ahold of him. Woo! Ok, time to enjoy the beautiful weather on my bike ride to the library and other errands (also, enjoying the beautiful weather during lunch got me lemon cake, courtesy of our neighbor Andrea, with whom we have a very informal baked-goods exchange going on.... I'm going to miss her, but she's moving at the end of the month, so I'm going to miss her no matter what happens with finding a new place for us to live).